Chapter 48
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Jun Ye lay on his back in bed. He could feel the connection in his mind with Little Recluse gradually fading away, the emotions transmitted becoming weaker and weaker, yet still conveying the other person’s panic and confusion.
Jun Ye silently buried his head under the heavy blanket.
He didn’t feel guilty or ashamed; it was just a union with the mission target’s spirit.
Before long, the spiritual bond that bound them together would dissipate, and they would have no relationship whatsoever.
Well, at most, they’d shared a mental climax.
Time to sleep, maybe he’d drift off again.
1, 2, 3, 4…
921, 922, 923…
Can’t sleep, the blanket’s too heavy…
…
Half asleep, Jun Ye faintly heard the voices of two people conversing, the sound seemingly muffled by something.
Jun Ye strained to listen for a while, and as the conversation faded away, there followed the sound of a door being closed.
Someone seemed to approach, rustling clothes, the heaviness on him lifting slightly, strong arms wrapping around his waist, a warm body pressing against his…
The person had a solid chest, muscular and sturdy legs, and their breath against his ear was short and urgent.
The weight on him disappeared, replaced by warmth.
Jun Ye drifted back into sleep until hunger stirred him awake.
Jun Ye shifted, gradually stretching his body, then suddenly froze.
He was restrained by someone’s body…
In simpler terms, there was someone in his bed, shamelessly entwined with him!
Jun Ye pushed against the man’s chest, trying to climb up, his mind quickly filtering through who could possibly be doing this.
In fact, it was quite obvious. In this world, there were only two people who were interested in him, and the little doctor didn’t have such great muscles.
The sensation of those muscles was amazing…
With some difficulty, Jun Ye lifted his head from the man’s chest, meeting a pair of iconic dark, brooding eyes.
The owner of those eyes had a stiff, poker-faced expression, always appearing serious and indifferent. But in reality, just giving him a hug would make countless pink bubbles appear in his heart.
The awkward Little Recluse.
Jun Ye looked away, turning his head to survey his surroundings—white walls, white lights, white sheets—it was indeed his hospital room.
Jun Ye looked again at the man holding him and began, “You, uh, uh…”
After a fit of familiar coughing, Jun Ye forgot what he wanted to say.
What was he trying to say again? Illegal intruder? Flower thief? Color wolf1Womanizer/pervert/lustful person?
Jun Ye couldn’t find the right words for a moment, and the man holding him didn’t dare to rush him. He awkwardly patted Jun Ye’s back while staring into Jun Ye’s eyes, which seemed to have no boundaries.
If it weren’t for Jun Ye’s hand pressing against the man’s heart, one might think the man was calm.
“Um, do you really want to be with me?” Jun Ye asked, coughing and struggling to look up at Little Recluse’s dark eyes.
Little Recluse’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly nodded.
“You know,” Jun Ye continued between coughs, “my body is very weak. I’ve been living in the hospital for years, never even been to the White Tower, let alone learned any spiritual comfort.”
Living in the hospital and studying spiritual comfort at the White Tower were things Jun Ye had heard from the little doctor.
In this world, a few people awakened as Sentinels or Guides during puberty for various reasons. Sentinels had heightened senses, while Guides possessed stronger spiritual abilities.
But regardless of being a Sentinel or a Guide, their constitutions were far stronger than ordinary people.
A Guide born with such a weak constitution that he turned the hospital into his home and was even rejected by the White Tower was unique.
Little Recluse looked steadily at Jun Ye. “I don’t need spiritual comfort.”
Jun Ye looked at the serious man in front of him, puzzled, and couldn’t help but squeeze the part of him under his hand. The sensation was really amazing.
Jun Ye didn’t doubt Little Recluse’s words; it was just that in this world, Sentinels relied more on Guides. If the White Tower didn’t care, a Guide could easily marry an ordinary person, but a Sentinel couldn’t.
Every Sentinel was a bit fussy, longing for the cuddles and spiritual lifts of a Guide… Lack of spiritual comfort, sooner or later, would drive them mad.
The man’s questioning and movements made Little Recluse emotionally excited, his breathing unstable, though his face only showed a slight blush.
“Dark Sentinels can regulate their senses on their own,” Little Recluse paused, changed his tone, and continued, “They don’t need a Guide’s help.”
Jun Ye looked at Little Recluse in surprise, unintentionally applying more force with his hand.
Wasn’t Little Recluse implying that he was an ultra-rare and powerful lone Dark Sentinel?
With such power, would he be able to handle it?
As Jun Ye thought about this, the cough he had suppressed began to rise again. He leaned on Little Recluse, coughing so hard his body trembled.
Little Recluse clenched his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead.
Suppressing the urge to bury himself in the Guide’s body, he leaned back, his chest rising even higher.
…….
Five minutes later, the urge to cough gradually subsided.
Jun Ye sighed, wiping his face, now warmed by the heat radiating from Little Recluse’s body. He cleared his throat and curiously asked, “Are your senses the same as an ordinary person’s now?”
Little Recluse opened his eyes, wet with sweat, afraid to startle the frail little Guide with his voice. He clenched his teeth tightly and nodded.
Jun Ye became even more curious. “So, can you adjust your senses to the most acute level?”
Little Recluse glanced down at the small hand resting on him, and with difficulty, nodded again.
Jun Ye looked at Little Recluse expectantly.
Little Recluse closed his eyes decisively, his hand clenched into a fist behind Jun Ye, nails digging into his palm to remind himself not to cry out later, as it would frighten the little Guide…
The central nervous system for a Sentinel’s sensory adjustment was called the “dial.” Adjusting the senses to the maximum during already difficult stimuli could cause any Sentinel to collapse.
Delving into the dial…
After a long time, Little Recluse let out a long breath and opened his eyes.
No, he couldn’t do it.
Adjusting the senses to their sharpest… he wouldn’t be able to control himself, he would forcefully take the Guide in his arms, and the little Guide’s weak body couldn’t bear it…
Little Recluse looked deeply at Jun Ye, his face filled with shame as he lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”
Jun Ye kindly patted Little Recluse’s almost-buried face, comforting him, “It’s okay. I’m starving anyway. Let’s have breakfast first and talk about these things later.”
Though what he thought was, this seemingly obedient Little Recluse was not easy to deceive. Shouldn’t he be considered an S-level task target?
This time, Little Recluse hesitated for a long time before nodding in agreement.
As Jun Ye crawled out of Little Recluse’s embrace, he asked, “So, are we officially dating now?”
A task target was still a target, after all. If only this time’s hardware was up to par, they could have deep conversations.
Little Recluse carefully helped Jun Ye up, not even making a sound when Jun Ye’s knees purposely brushed past his chest. He seemed momentarily distracted by Jun Ye’s words.
Jun Ye turned to him, surprised, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
You’ve already climbed onto the bed, aren’t you going to… uh, still not planning to date me?!
After thinking for a moment, Little Recluse approached on his knees and embraced Jun Ye from behind, promising, “I will go and propose the marriage to His Majesty the Empress today.”
Jun Ye was dumbfounded.
What did you just say?
Marriage already??? We don’t even know Little Recluse’s real name x)
Thank you for reading
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Jun Ye lay on his back in bed. He could feel the connection in his mind with Little Recluse gradually fading away, the emotions transmitted becoming weaker and weaker, yet still conveying the other person’s panic and confusion.
Jun Ye silently buried his head under the heavy blanket.
He didn’t feel guilty or ashamed; it was just a union with the mission target’s spirit.
Before long, the spiritual bond that bound them together would dissipate, and they would have no relationship whatsoever.
Well, at most, they’d shared a mental climax.
Time to sleep, maybe he’d drift off again.
1, 2, 3, 4…
921, 922, 923…
Can’t sleep, the blanket’s too heavy…
…
Half asleep, Jun Ye faintly heard the voices of two people conversing, the sound seemingly muffled by something.
Jun Ye strained to listen for a while, and as the conversation faded away, there followed the sound of a door being closed.
Someone seemed to approach, rustling clothes, the heaviness on him lifting slightly, strong arms wrapping around his waist, a warm body pressing against his…
The person had a solid chest, muscular and sturdy legs, and their breath against his ear was short and urgent.
The weight on him disappeared, replaced by warmth.
Jun Ye drifted back into sleep until hunger stirred him awake.
Jun Ye shifted, gradually stretching his body, then suddenly froze.
He was restrained by someone’s body…
In simpler terms, there was someone in his bed, shamelessly entwined with him!
Jun Ye pushed against the man’s chest, trying to climb up, his mind quickly filtering through who could possibly be doing this.
In fact, it was quite obvious. In this world, there were only two people who were interested in him, and the little doctor didn’t have such great muscles.
The sensation of those muscles was amazing…
With some difficulty, Jun Ye lifted his head from the man’s chest, meeting a pair of iconic dark, brooding eyes.
The owner of those eyes had a stiff, poker-faced expression, always appearing serious and indifferent. But in reality, just giving him a hug would make countless pink bubbles appear in his heart.
The awkward Little Recluse.
Jun Ye looked away, turning his head to survey his surroundings—white walls, white lights, white sheets—it was indeed his hospital room.
Jun Ye looked again at the man holding him and began, “You, uh, uh…”
After a fit of familiar coughing, Jun Ye forgot what he wanted to say.
What was he trying to say again? Illegal intruder? Flower thief? Color wolf1Womanizer/pervert/lustful person?
Jun Ye couldn’t find the right words for a moment, and the man holding him didn’t dare to rush him. He awkwardly patted Jun Ye’s back while staring into Jun Ye’s eyes, which seemed to have no boundaries.
If it weren’t for Jun Ye’s hand pressing against the man’s heart, one might think the man was calm.
“Um, do you really want to be with me?” Jun Ye asked, coughing and struggling to look up at Little Recluse’s dark eyes.
Little Recluse’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly nodded.
“You know,” Jun Ye continued between coughs, “my body is very weak. I’ve been living in the hospital for years, never even been to the White Tower, let alone learned any spiritual comfort.”
Living in the hospital and studying spiritual comfort at the White Tower were things Jun Ye had heard from the little doctor.
In this world, a few people awakened as Sentinels or Guides during puberty for various reasons. Sentinels had heightened senses, while Guides possessed stronger spiritual abilities.
But regardless of being a Sentinel or a Guide, their constitutions were far stronger than ordinary people.
A Guide born with such a weak constitution that he turned the hospital into his home and was even rejected by the White Tower was unique.
Little Recluse looked steadily at Jun Ye. “I don’t need spiritual comfort.”
Jun Ye looked at the serious man in front of him, puzzled, and couldn’t help but squeeze the part of him under his hand. The sensation was really amazing.
Jun Ye didn’t doubt Little Recluse’s words; it was just that in this world, Sentinels relied more on Guides. If the White Tower didn’t care, a Guide could easily marry an ordinary person, but a Sentinel couldn’t.
Every Sentinel was a bit fussy, longing for the cuddles and spiritual lifts of a Guide… Lack of spiritual comfort, sooner or later, would drive them mad.
The man’s questioning and movements made Little Recluse emotionally excited, his breathing unstable, though his face only showed a slight blush.
“Dark Sentinels can regulate their senses on their own,” Little Recluse paused, changed his tone, and continued, “They don’t need a Guide’s help.”
Jun Ye looked at Little Recluse in surprise, unintentionally applying more force with his hand.
Wasn’t Little Recluse implying that he was an ultra-rare and powerful lone Dark Sentinel?
With such power, would he be able to handle it?
As Jun Ye thought about this, the cough he had suppressed began to rise again. He leaned on Little Recluse, coughing so hard his body trembled.
Little Recluse clenched his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead.
Suppressing the urge to bury himself in the Guide’s body, he leaned back, his chest rising even higher.
…….
Five minutes later, the urge to cough gradually subsided.
Jun Ye sighed, wiping his face, now warmed by the heat radiating from Little Recluse’s body. He cleared his throat and curiously asked, “Are your senses the same as an ordinary person’s now?”
Little Recluse opened his eyes, wet with sweat, afraid to startle the frail little Guide with his voice. He clenched his teeth tightly and nodded.
Jun Ye became even more curious. “So, can you adjust your senses to the most acute level?”
Little Recluse glanced down at the small hand resting on him, and with difficulty, nodded again.
Jun Ye looked at Little Recluse expectantly.
Little Recluse closed his eyes decisively, his hand clenched into a fist behind Jun Ye, nails digging into his palm to remind himself not to cry out later, as it would frighten the little Guide…
The central nervous system for a Sentinel’s sensory adjustment was called the “dial.” Adjusting the senses to the maximum during already difficult stimuli could cause any Sentinel to collapse.
Delving into the dial…
After a long time, Little Recluse let out a long breath and opened his eyes.
No, he couldn’t do it.
Adjusting the senses to their sharpest… he wouldn’t be able to control himself, he would forcefully take the Guide in his arms, and the little Guide’s weak body couldn’t bear it…
Little Recluse looked deeply at Jun Ye, his face filled with shame as he lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”
Jun Ye kindly patted Little Recluse’s almost-buried face, comforting him, “It’s okay. I’m starving anyway. Let’s have breakfast first and talk about these things later.”
Though what he thought was, this seemingly obedient Little Recluse was not easy to deceive. Shouldn’t he be considered an S-level task target?
This time, Little Recluse hesitated for a long time before nodding in agreement.
As Jun Ye crawled out of Little Recluse’s embrace, he asked, “So, are we officially dating now?”
A task target was still a target, after all. If only this time’s hardware was up to par, they could have deep conversations.
Little Recluse carefully helped Jun Ye up, not even making a sound when Jun Ye’s knees purposely brushed past his chest. He seemed momentarily distracted by Jun Ye’s words.
Jun Ye turned to him, surprised, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
You’ve already climbed onto the bed, aren’t you going to… uh, still not planning to date me?!
After thinking for a moment, Little Recluse approached on his knees and embraced Jun Ye from behind, promising, “I will go and propose the marriage to His Majesty the Empress today.”
Jun Ye was dumbfounded.
What did you just say?
Marriage already??? We don’t even know Little Recluse’s real name x)
Thank you for reading
Jun Ye lay on his back in bed. He could feel the connection in his mind with Little Recluse gradually fading away, the emotions transmitted becoming weaker and weaker, yet still conveying the other person's panic and confusion.Jun Ye silently buried his head under the heavy blanket.He didn't feel guilty or ashamed; it was just a union with the mission target's spirit.Before long, the spiritual bond that bound them together would dissipate, and they would have no relationship whatsoever.Well, at most, they'd shared a mental climax.Time to sleep, maybe he'd drift off again.1, 2, 3, 4921, 922, 923Can't sleep, the blanket's too heavyHalf asleep, Jun Ye faintly heard the voices of two people conversing, the sound seemingly muffled by something.Jun Ye strained to listen for a while, and as the conversation faded away, there followed the sound of a door being closed.Someone seemed to approach, rustling clothes, the heaviness on him lifting slightly, strong arms wrapping around his waist, a warm body pressing against hisThe person had a solid chest, muscular and sturdy legs, and their breath against his ear was short and urgent.The weight on him disappeared, replaced by warmth.Jun Ye drifted back into sleep until hunger stirred him awake.Jun Ye shifted, gradually stretching his body, then suddenly froze.He was restrained by someone's bodyIn simpler terms, there was someone in his bed, shamelessly entwined with him!Jun Ye pushed against the man's chest, trying to climb up, his mind quickly filtering through who could possibly be doing this.In fact, it was quite obvious. In this world, there were only two people who were interested in him, and the little doctor didn't have such great muscles.The sensation of those muscles was amazingWith some difficulty, Jun Ye lifted his head from the man's chest, meeting a pair of iconic dark, brooding eyes.The owner of those eyes had a stiff, poker-faced expression, always appearing serious and indifferent. But in reality, just giving him a hug would make countless pink bubbles appear in his heart.The awkward Little Recluse.Jun Ye looked away, turning his head to survey his surroundingswhite walls, white lights, white sheetsit was indeed his hospital room.Jun Ye looked again at the man holding him and began, You, uh, uhAfter a fit of familiar coughing, Jun Ye forgot what he wanted to say.What was he trying to say again? Illegal intruder? Flower thief? Color wolf1Womanizer/pervert/lustful person?Jun Ye couldn't find the right words for a moment, and the man holding him didn't dare to rush him. He awkwardly patted Jun Ye's back while staring into Jun Ye's eyes, which seemed to have no boundaries.If it weren't for Jun Ye's hand pressing against the man's heart, one might think the man was calm.Um, do you really want to be with me? Jun Ye asked, coughing and struggling to look up at Little Recluse's dark eyes.Little Recluse's expression remained unchanged as he slowly nodded.You know, Jun Ye continued between coughs, my body is very weak. I've been living in the hospital for years, never even been to the White Tower, let alone learned any spiritual comfort.Living in the hospital and studying spiritual comfort at the White Tower were things Jun Ye had heard from the little doctor.In this world, a few people awakened as Sentinels or Guides during puberty for various reasons. Sentinels had heightened senses, while Guides possessed stronger spiritual abilities.But regardless of being a Sentinel or a Guide, their constitutions were far stronger than ordinary people.A Guide born with such a weak constitution that he turned the hospital into his home and was even rejected by the White Tower was unique.Little Recluse looked steadily at Jun Ye. I don't need spiritual comfort.Jun Ye looked at the serious man in front of him, puzzled, and couldn't help but squeeze the part of him under his hand. The sensation was really amazing.Jun Ye didn't doubt Little Recluse's words; it was just that in this world, Sentinels relied more on Guides. If the White Tower didn't care, a Guide could easily marry an ordinary person, but a Sentinel couldn't.Every Sentinel was a bit fussy, longing for the cuddles and spiritual lifts of a Guide Lack of spiritual comfort, sooner or later, would drive them mad.The man's questioning and movements made Little Recluse emotionally excited, his breathing unstable, though his face only showed a slight blush.Dark Sentinels can regulate their senses on their own, Little Recluse paused, changed his tone, and continued, They don't need a Guide's help.Jun Ye looked at Little Recluse in surprise, unintentionally applying more force with his hand.Wasn't Little Recluse implying that he was an ultra-rare and powerful lone Dark Sentinel?With such power, would he be able to handle it?As Jun Ye thought about this, the cough he had suppressed began to rise again. He leaned on Little Recluse, coughing so hard his body trembled.Little Recluse clenched his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead.Suppressing the urge to bury himself in the Guide's body, he leaned back, his chest rising even higher..Five minutes later, the urge to cough gradually subsided.Jun Ye sighed, wiping his face, now warmed by the heat radiating from Little Recluse's body. He cleared his throat and curiously asked, Are your senses the same as an ordinary person's now?Little Recluse opened his eyes, wet with sweat, afraid to startle the frail little Guide with his voice. He clenched his teeth tightly and nodded.Jun Ye became even more curious. So, can you adjust your senses to the most acute level?Little Recluse glanced down at the small hand resting on him, and with difficulty, nodded again.Jun Ye looked at Little Recluse expectantly.Little Recluse closed his eyes decisively, his hand clenched into a fist behind Jun Ye, nails digging into his palm to remind himself not to cry out later, as it would frighten the little GuideThe central nervous system for a Sentinel's sensory adjustment was called the dial. Adjusting the senses to the maximum during already difficult stimuli could cause any Sentinel to collapse.Delving into the dialAfter a long time, Little Recluse let out a long breath and opened his eyes.No, he couldn't do it.Adjusting the senses to their sharpest he wouldn't be able to control himself, he would forcefully take the Guide in his arms, and the little Guide's weak body couldn't bear itLittle Recluse looked deeply at Jun Ye, his face filled with shame as he lowered his gaze. I'm sorry, I can't do it.Jun Ye kindly patted Little Recluse's almost-buried face, comforting him, It's okay. I'm starving anyway. Let's have breakfast first and talk about these things later.Though what he thought was, this seemingly obedient Little Recluse was not easy to deceive. Shouldn't he be considered an S-level task target?This time, Little Recluse hesitated for a long time before nodding in agreement.As Jun Ye crawled out of Little Recluse's embrace, he asked, So, are we officially dating now?A task target was still a target, after all. If only this time's hardware was up to par, they could have deep conversations.Little Recluse carefully helped Jun Ye up, not even making a sound when Jun Ye's knees purposely brushed past his chest. He seemed momentarily distracted by Jun Ye's words.Jun Ye turned to him, surprised, and asked, What's wrong?You've already climbed onto the bed, aren't you going to uh, still not planning to date me?!After thinking for a moment, Little Recluse approached on his knees and embraced Jun Ye from behind, promising, I will go and propose the marriage to His Majesty the Empress today.Jun Ye was dumbfounded.What did you just say?Marriage already??? We don't even know Little Recluse's real name xThank you for reading
