Chapter 61 1/2

In another nearby underground laboratory, Cen Lang closes a thick metal door, also extracting his own pheromones. Skilled in the process due to prolonged illness, he personally handles the extraction and matching procedures, as pheromones can be harmful to others. If Jiang Li desires, he can enter this laboratory to experience Cen Lang’s pheromones. The red blood passes through the instruments, flowing back into his body.

Cen Lang’s forearm is bound with a blood transfusion tube. After some thought, he takes the instrument usage log from the side, tears off the top two pages, and begins writing on the blank pages.

[Hello, Jiang Li’s wife.]

Cen Lang smiles, his eyes filled with warmth.

This is my first time writing a love letter; it’s more challenging than a battle report.

By the time you read this, I should be separated from you by several galaxies. I’m sorry; my mind is still filled with unspeakable scenes. Fate is unpredictable; why can’t I meet my wife after every marking? Others have tenderness; why don’t I? Others receive care; I haven’t provided that for you. I’ve thought many times, and I can’t rely on you as I did during the underground incident.

Cen Lang supports his forehead and closes his eyes; it’s still the same, not taking care of anything at all.

He always traps Jiang Li, who has a cleanliness obsession, causing Jiang Li to be marked by him when he loses control. During the days on the barren star without water for bathing, he didn’t disinfect to Jiang Li’s satisfaction, which marked him a second time.

Jiang Li has never uttered a complaint, comforting him instead. Cleanliness is self-satisfying under certain conditions.

He seems like a crappy Alpha, unable to provide basic life security for his wife.

【Take care of yourself, eat well, and don’t let our little one get too fat.】 Cen Lang crosses out this contradictory sentence.

【Exercise moderately; I’ll find a professional teacher for you. July and August are the hottest months of the year. If you’re bored of air-conditioned rooms, let Dad take you to the S7 district for a cool break. Don’t always stay in the laboratory.】

Cen Lang writes as he thinks, and Jiang Li’s expected delivery date is late August to late September.

There’s considerable individual variation among Omega; some can naturally give birth after nine months of pregnancy, while others carry for a full ten months. The closer the due date, the more rushed he feels, but Cen Lang hopes Jiang Li has to endure one less month of suffering. 【Think about our child’s name; how about Jiang Ai Cen? Is it too plain?】

Beep, beep, beep… The instrument reminds Cen Lang that the extraction of pheromones is complete. He now has an excess of pheromones in his body, and the extraction was quick. Cen Lang’s naming brainstorm is interrupted as he abruptly pulls out the needle, letting a drop of blood fall onto the love letter.

Staring at the drop of blood, Cen Lang wonders if Dr. Xiao Jiang will be disgusted because the letter is now dirty. He quickly uses his thumb to flatten it, like signing a seal, and writes a line next to it.

【Promise to complete the mission.】

—To Commander Xiao Jiang.

Cen Lang puts the instrument usage log back, and since Jiang Li is bound to check the laboratory, whether he sees it or not doesn’t matter.

He wants to give Jiang Li a little surprise.

He puts on his clothes; the bite marks on his body are a bit lighter, indicating that Jiang Li didn’t really go all the way.

Cen Lang is somewhat regretful.

He comes out, changes the lab password to Jiang Li’s birthday at the door, sits down on a chair, and swiftly arranges other matters. Two hours later, he stands at the entrance of Jiang Li’s laboratory and loudly asks, “Are you done?”

Jiang Li’s soft voice comes out: “Have you finished your busy schedule?”

Cen Lang: “Yes.” Important and confidential matters first; the rest can be dealt with along the way.

Jiang Li comes out, obediently standing still. Cen Lang helps him out of the lab coat, keenly noticing two needle marks on Jiang Li’s fair hand. Due to the prolonged blood extraction, there’s a hint of bruising.

“You—” Cen Lang’s voice is completely choked up.

Jiang Li takes out three vials of pheromones from his pocket. Inside the transparent tubes is a pink pheromone solution. He lays quietly in Jiang Li’s snowy palm, shaking the vials before using them to release the pheromones, similar to carbon dioxide in soda.

“Take it, just in case.”

Cen Lang takes the warm extraction tube and clenches it in his palm, his eyes stinging and tears almost falling.

Having Jiang Li save the galaxy in the previous life wasn’t enough; he has to save it once again in this life.

The love hidden beneath Jiang Li’s cold and rational exterior is crystal clear.

Cen Lang whispers, “Wife, will you still treat me so well when I come back?” Unrealistically good, like having a feast after a beheading.

Jiang Li hugs his belly, silent. “What do you think?”

Cen Lang asks, “Can I deploy troops to surround our home? I’m afraid someone might take advantage of my absence to encroach on my territory. Only I can disinfect you; no other Alpha can.”

Cen Lang doesn’t hesitate to belittle all other Alphas. “I am the most self-disciplined Alpha in the entire galaxy,” Jiang Li coldly remarks. “I can’t tell.”

Cen Lang retorts, “I only did it once today; isn’t that enough? How many times in the underground city? I’ve lost count; do you remember?”

Jiang Li teases, “How about another time?”

Cen Lang’s heart flutters for a moment, but he still wants to have a normal conversation with Jiang Li. “I want to tell you that I might have fallen in love with you at first sight in the underground city.”

“Even after doing it so many times, it’s to hold onto you.” “Even without seeing your face, I like your calmness, your rationality.”

Cen Lang often played the role of protecting others, but he increasingly realises that Jiang Li is the one standing in the position to protect him. Jiang Li retorts, “Can someone with so little rationality still like others? Are you infected with a bug?”

Cen Lang responds, “A bit. Wait until I’m a hundred years old and impotent, and I’ll still like you.”

Jiang Li, thinking about this person’s ability to stay erect for a hundred years, couldn’t help saying, “Currently, it is generally believed in medical circles that Alphas can maintain high-quality performance.” Cen Lang covers his mouth. “Don’t dampen your husband’s spirit.” Jiang Li closes his eyes; before today, he never thought he could endure not releasing.