Eno buried his face in the pillow and breathed in the lingering scent of the Alpha with fondness. The Omega’s attachment to the Alpha was natural and Eno didn’t try to resist this physical instinct because it did make him feel very at ease.
Martin returned from the hospital and swivelled his wheelchair with precision to Eno’s side, rubbing Eno’s bottom through the heavy cotton fabric. After some time of ‘communicating’ with Eno, he could barely tell the colour blocks apart, but his legs were still not so good and he was still in a wheelchair. It’s too easy to find Eno in this black-and-white house. He must be the one wandering around the room in a pink nightgown.
A slightly milky nasal voice escaped from the soft pillowcase and Eno looked up sleepily, crawling out of bed to exchange a kiss with him as a matter of routine. His hair was still damp from his recent shower and he could smell the rich rose scent of shampoo as he asked for a kiss.
Eno’s fondness for one thing was truly consistent; he liked the smell of roses, so he had to use them for everything, and he wouldn’t change them even when he was rolling around throwing a tantrum, chirping and humming when something serious was said. Martin was forced to accept the strong scent over time and was covered in a light floral scent himself, and was stared at by Nightingale for a long time with the odd stare of ‘turns out you were such an Alpha’.
The main reason is that after communicating with each other for a long time, the scent of roses is automatically associated with the sweet scent of an Omega, making it less offensive to him as well, and sometimes the lighter scent even smelled quite nice.
Eno was a bit sleepy these days, but he didn’t pay much attention to it himself, he just thought it was because his body needed a deep recuperation after a long battering and he slept whenever he wanted to. His face looked so much better since he married Martin that he looked radiant, his amber eyes clear and bright, without a trace of impurity, as if they were reflecting the light of the stars.
“Did you smell the bone broth downstairs?” Eno smiled and jumped out of bed, “ Eat noodles today.”
Martin watched his lithe figure disappear in the doorway with some mixed feelings.
Today was his birthday, Drake’s birthday. After today, he will be thirty.
It was a big day by definition, and both Grey and Carl had called him this morning to celebrate. Instead of choosing to reunite with his family to avoid having his identity revealed, he had come back to stay with Eno as usual, as if nothing had happened. He hadn’t expected Eno to remember his birthday, and although he hadn’t explicitly said so, from his experience over the past few months of eating, Eno had never been much of a noodle eater, and he was definitely not self-flattering.
Dinner was indeed noodles, the hand-rolled noodles were of the right thickness and was quite elastic, and the soup was a thick pork bone broth that had been cooking all afternoon, topped with thinly sliced egg, which was spread all over the bowl. Eno knew he liked meat, so he had marinated another half pot of beef, and the large chunks of beef, cooked to perfection, soaked up the soup and made the bowl so delicious that you’d hate not being able to swallow even the bowl.
Martin was already able to distinguish the position of the bowl, so he no longer needed to be fed by Eno. He was actually having trouble swallowing, but Eno looked as if he was really just eating an uneventful meal. When he saw that the meal was almost finished, he asked, pretending to be indifferent: “Why are we eating noodles today?”
“A friend’s birthday.” Eno said casually, “I can’t see him, so I’m made a bowl of longevity noodles just for the sake of it.”
“A very close friend?”
“Just average ba.” Eno looked down and poked his chopsticks at the bowl of noodles, “He doesn’t even know to give a gift when it’s my birthday.”
Martin: “……” Although it’s true that he didn’t seem to bother choosing a gift, he always accompanied Lea to the mall to do the shopping, and Lea and he each contributed half of the money and gave it together in the name of the two people, okay?
He even regularly gave Eno a red packet on his birthday.
“A bad relationship but celebrating his birthday?”
“En.” Eno picked up a chopstick of noodles, swallowed it gracefully and slowly, and said lightly, “After all, there are no familiar people still alive.”
At this. he made Martin feel bad, but he continued with his face as usual: “You haven’t told me what’s happened with your family.”
He finished the remaining half of the bowl of pork bone soup without delay, fell back in his chair and rubbed the small of his back as he said flatly, “Fire, the villa burned down and all the relatives died.”
Martin gave a surprised expression: “How did it burn?”
“Explosives.” Eno said, “The house was originally built entirely out of solid wood, a little fire and it burnt up.”
“How did that happen? Did your family have a vendetta?”
“I don’t know.” Eno said with a long sigh, “All I know is that the fire was premeditated. My ex-husband had let it slip before that he’d kept me around because he saw how good I looked. If he hadn’t insisted I go to a bar that night, I would have burned to death in the fire with my family.”
Martin said quietly: “Also considered lucky.”
Eno grabbed a small and exquisitely carved wine glass and played with it in his hand, smiling at the words: “Yes ah, it’s better to be alive, if even I die, no one will remember them.”
“Then do you want to take revenge?”
Eno paused for a moment, then wiped his thumb against the flying dragon on the white porcelain wine glass: “Why not. It’s just that I’m in prison myself, where did I have a chance ah.”
“And if there was a chance?”
Eno raised her eyes to his face and smiled: “There’s a chance, I suppose I’d go if I had the chance. Then again, don’t you resent my idea? Omegas should be better behaved ba?”
Martin’s breath caught and a million answers raced through his mind before he finally looked sincere and genuine: “Because I think you’ve had a lot on your mind lately. If revenge would make it easier for you, I’d support you.”
He smiled and said, “After all, we’re already in a de facto marriage, where else would you go besides staying with me?”
Eno’s eyes twitched slightly and finally let go of the poor glass: “Thank you.”
“Don’t be too quick to thank me yet, there are conditions.” Martin said slowly, “I have some contacts on both York star and Capital star, so if you have a lead or need help, I hope you can trust me. You’re my Omega no matter what, and my main concern is your safety. Will you trust me?”
He would take on the responsibility of looking after Eno, it was good that Eno had the heart to think of Lea, not sure how deep the waters behind the Kersi family, but they must not be shallow, and he did not want to involve Eno too much more, let alone leave Eno alone and having to wade through them alone.
Eno propped himself up on the table with one hand on his cheek, looked at him with an inquisitive gaze for a long time and said as if he had made up his mind:” Ok.”
He eyed Martin and smiled a little embarrassed: “You’re really similar to my younger brother’s Alpha. He was a very good Alpha, and he never married an Omega after my brother died. I would think An Alpha who is loyal to love is worthy of trust, so I am also willing to trust you.”
When he said this, Martin felt hard inside instead, knowing that he shouldn’t say these things, but he couldn’t help testing Eno’s thoughts: “And what if your younger brother’s Alpha had found a new Omega? Would you still think that people like us are faithful to love?”
Eno felt that his question was endless: “But my younger brother has already passed away. He was consistent in his feelings for my brother while he was alive, and was a good and responsible Alpha, and I think that’s enough. You can’t hold someone back from getting an Omega for the rest of their life just because they were once in love, there’s no such thing.”
He smiled a little despondently: “I can’t sway people, but my younger brother won’t come back to life anyway, so I kinda hope he comes out of it, he deserves a better life.”
Not sure what Martin was thinking, he retorted: “What’s a better life? Being alone might not be bad.”
“En.” Eno said, “Actually it’s good as long as you feel comfortable. Maybe I’m judging based on myself, but I like to have people with me, it’s too lonely to live alone. By the way, I haven’t asked you yet, what do you think?”
Martin said ambiguously: “It’s nice to be alone, but two does make it more lively.”
Eno got up and walked over to him, smiled and lifted two fingers to the corners of his lips and pulled a rather wry smile: “Living with you makes me very happy, so I’d be happier if you also feel that you’d be happier with me too.”
Martin’s heart was lightened; there was no such thing as a life of bitterness or hatred, but rather a life of asking for a clear conscience. No one is born a saint, and he has guarded Lea for nearly nine years, and it would be a lie to say that he was not lonely. It’s just that every time he thinks about avenging Lea first, he forces himself to sleep through countless nights of tossing and turning with a bit of obsession. Now that the investigation into the fire was beginning to take shape, was he…in a position to think about the future?
“It’s not bad.” Martin’s raspy voice was muffled past his contorted lips, “It would be better if you weren’t mad at me.”
Eno laughed with a ‘hei hei’, releasing his hand to plant a soft kiss on his cheek: “Although it seems shameless of me to say it, I still think you’re much cuter now than you were when we first met, and I hope Comrade Martin keeps it up.”
“It’s not that I want to be angry with you, it’s you that loves to be angry.” Eno, whose cheek had been honed to a far greater thickness than anyone else’s, poked Martin’s dry, thin cheek with a straight face and said: “Puffer fish.”
Martin sneered and reached out to drag Eno onto his lap, pinning him firmly in place with his two strong arms, and gave Eno’s round face a painful squeeze: “Let me see if this is a brick.”
Eno let out a dull laugh from his throat and whimpered in pain, stirring his legs and struggling twice before letting Martin set him down. Martin saw how badly he was squirming and was really afraid that his delicate skin would hurt if he pinched it again, and asked if he was all right.
Eno’s face was so hot that he smiled wryly and rubbed his red cheek against his hand: “It hurts. You rub it for me ma.”
Martin knew from the tone of his voice that it didn’t really hurt, so he amusingly rubbed the small of his stomach and found a soft mass of flesh, which he picked up with two fingers and lifted in a meaningful way. Immediately, Eno jumped off his lap in a panic and pointed a trembling finger at him, “You’re not allowed to say a word.”
Martin laughed with a vengeance: “Fat.”
Eno jumped in grief: “Don’t say it!”
Martin laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and turned to push his wheelchair away in style, leaving Eno with a triumphant back of the head.
After clearing the table, Eno changed into his peach lantern-sleeved shirt and fluorescent green slacks — he hadn’t had the chance to wear them outside since Martin could tell the colour blocks, so he had to let his carefully selected treasures be put to good use at home, for gym sessions.
When Eno first came to Martin’s house, he thought he’d have to leave as soon as his heat was over, so he fed himself too well with the idea that one more good meal would be one more good meal.
Martin actually found the slightly fleshy feel of Eno’s body particularly pleasant, especially the two soft buttocks, which felt like a cloud when he rubbed them, nice and soft. But he couldn’t just tell Eno that it was okay to be fat, so he could only watch Eno bounce around in frustration on a daily basis.
The most frustrating thing for him is that the exercise disc he bought online has five different sets of exercises, and while an Omega is usually tired after two sets, Eno is extraordinarily aggressive and insists on dancing 4 sets every night, set 1, 2, 4 and 5, but just doesn’t dance 3. And 3 is the military gymnastics choreographed by Drake himself.
It is said that the fact that Drake can become the male god of the military department is not because he is really amazing in terms of appearance and ability, although he is indeed outstanding in all aspects. The main reason is that his Omega father, Carl, is the director of the propaganda department of the military. In order to meet the annual conscription quota, he had to follow the trend and package his son as the perfect A among all As. Drake leads a group of heroic Alphas every year to shoot a military recruitment promotional video. Based on the principle of how handsome and how to shoot, 360 degrees without dead ends to show handsomeness. The high-definition posters of the cool black and gold military uniform are hung all over the streets and alleys to attract more Alphas to voluntarily enlist in the military. If Drake hadn’t insisted on not marrying an Omega, and never explained why he didn’t want to marry an Omega, Carl would have wanted to give him a character of a good A and pampers O, or an affectionate A, and in the end, because he respected Drake’s wishes and did it with regret.
Later, when Drake’s reputation spread to every corner of the Federation, the Federal Government’s Omega Protection Society came to Carl to discuss the possibility of Drake himself leading a workout routine to enhance the physical fitness of the entire Omega population. Drake, despite his lack of enthusiasm at the time, listened to his dad and worked with a few experts to create a military gymnastics program.
Then as soon as this gymnastics came out, it caused a sensation in the Federation in another form that he did not expect, and all the Omegas said that it was too ugly to dance, and it must be the evil Omega Protection Association that falsely advertised in the name of Drake, and Drake’s All-Federation Support Association took the lead in protesting, refusing to believe that it was Drake’s own production. Even Carl just patted him on the shoulder after reading it, and didn’t even mention the matter of changing the version again, intoning that it would be better for him to just take pictures in the future.
Martin still couldn’t understand why everyone resisted his military gymnastics so much, when it wasn’t ugly at all and was very good for exercise. Bah, he thought indignantly, he still said liked me, he wouldn’t even dance to my gymnastics.
With the youthful and energetic shouts of the young girls on the TV shouting ‘3, 2, 1’, the powerful dance music came on. Martin pushed open the door to his room and stood in the hallway on the second floor watching Eno bounce around in front of the TV, only to see half pink and half fluorescent green constantly changing positions and twirling around in a totally hot way. He finally relented and went downstairs at the end of the second set and pressed Eno’s hand that was ready to fast forward: “Aren’t you going to dance three?”
“Not dancing ah.”
“Why?”
“It’s ugly ah.”
Martin aggravated his tone and said, “This is the exercise choreographed by your favourite Drake, and you’re not dancing?”
Eno said with a sad face, “I don’t think I like him enough to tolerate turning into a monkey.”
“……” Martin suddenly began to doubt himself, “Is it really that ugly?”
Eno looked at him in shock: “You mean you think it looks good?”
“He jumped eight feet away from Martin at once and shouted at him, “Don’t you come any closer, straight men’s aesthetics are contagious!”
Martin put his right hand palm facing up on his head and tried to reason with him: “Look at this posture of embracing the moon for nine days, isn’t it pretty?”
“……Isn’t that a monkey plucking a peach?”
Martin choked and reluctantly changed his pose again, looping his arms in front of his chest and swinging them up and down in a circle: “This is called the planetary ring, imagine how imposing it is.”
Eno took two more quiet steps back and said sincerely: “It’s the same way when monkeys tickle each other.”
Martin: “……”
He no longer wanted to talk to Eno and turned to go back inside and shut himself up when he heard Eno sigh in a small voice: “Thank goodness I can’t give birth, this aesthetic disaster will definitely be inherited.”
Just as Martin wanted to refute that isn’t your fluorescent green aesthetic is more terrifying when he turned his wheelchair with a start and thought in amazement, “He’s carried on in his head to the point of giving me children?”
An inexplicable joy arose in his heart, and he even looked at Eno much more smoothly. Martin turned the wheelchair around again and graciously opened his arms towards Eno: “Come here for a hug.”
Eno looked at him uncertainly for half a day, thinking that he should not be furious, so he walked over to him reassuringly and stopped in front of him: “There’s sweat smell.”
“Don’t dislike you.” Martin said, “Cuddle.”
Eno didn’t understand how he could change his face so quickly, but he loved the Alpha’s hug and sat up nicely anyway. He loved Martin’s hugs so much, the warm, enveloping feeling that kept his spirits up all day. The thin sweat soaked through his shirt, but because Eno didn’t go out much and bathed regularly, the smell of sweat wasn’t so bad. Instead, a unique rose scent dissipated, as if it had been marinated by a rose-scented body milk. The walking coquettish rose essence.
But Eno thought he smelled bad, so he just stayed for a while and then got up and went back to the gym, reminding Martin before he left to wait for Julia to finish her lesson and do an eye massage in the evening, so don’t fall asleep first.
With the in-depth communication between the two people, Martin’s vision is getting better and better, and the scenery is getting clearer day by day. Eno specially learned the technique of eye massage from the doctor, and dragged Martin to press him for a while every night. He really hoped that Martin would get well soon, he wanted Martin to have a good look at his appearance, and he also wanted Martin to hold his hand and walk on the street under the sunset, taking a leisurely walk after dinner, to satisfy some of his fantasies.
During those sleepless nights when he was young, he relied on such sweet fantasies to spend those sour, sweet and painful nights. He and Drake were so close in his dream, and when he woke up, there was nothing but emptiness, and the cold sweat on his forehead told him clearly that all these happiness were Lea’s, and he would have nothing.
So then Eno enlightened himself that the young duke was not necessarily inferior to Drake. Eno would have liked to live in peace with the young duke, as the most plain and ordinary couple in the world do, falling in love with each other in the smallest of ways. But the change came so quickly that he was dragged into the abyss before he could react, and those unrealistic and fanciful fantasies were pushed to the bottom of his heart and covered with a heavy layer of dust. After meeting Martin, these longings began to take root in him again, sprouting green branches that danced vibrantly in his chest.
In his mind, Eno laughed at himself for not being able to fight, but he could not deny that Martin’s presence gave him a glimmer of hope to dream again.
He wants to dream again.
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