Rain Drop at Night 🌙

Hot water cascaded down from above, soaking the last thin layer of Ling Ran's undershirt. The fabric gradually became nearly transparent, clinging to his fair, delicate skin as if faintly revealing the flesh beneath. Ling Ran hadn't expected him to suddenly turn on the shower. His eyes held a trace of confusion as he frowned slightly, tilting his small face up to look at him. Jiang Zhiyu said, "I was afraid you'd get cold if you were completely naked." As he spoke, his gaze wandered over the slender, delicate waist of the person in his arms. Two months in, and there was still no visible sign of pregnancy, so the little Omega's abdomen remained smooth and flat, pressed tightly by the drenched clothing. It seemed to tremble slightly under such brazen scrutiny. He curled his fingers and lightly tapped the mysterious place where their treasure lay hidden. The little Omega suddenly whimpered, his scattered awareness snapping back all at once. His body felt...

Ling Ran's eyes sparkled as he instinctively leaned toward the enigma. "You came!" Jiang Zhiyu took his hand. "To pick you up from work." Truth be told, Jiang Zhiyu hadn't left all day. He had been working from a café downstairs, catching up on the backlog of tasks accumulated during his time abroad. As Ling Ran's shift neared its end, he packed up his laptop and stepped out to wait—only to spot that annoying alpha hovering around again. This wasn't Oliver's first encounter with Jiang Zhiyu, but the proximity this time made the Asian man's terrifying aggression and dominance even more palpable. Yet, the moment his gaze landed on the petite Omega, that intensity morphed into something indescribably tender. It was as if... as if this little Omega already bore this man's indelible mark, leaving no room for anyone else to even glance his way. Oliver's expression stiffened under the pressure, but he forced a smile. "Hello, I...

Those long lashes trembled even more delicately, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly about to take flight. Jiang Zhiyu reached out, gently brushing over the fragile butterfly wings before his fingertips finally came to rest at the corner of Ling Ran's eye. Ling Ran felt his eyes itch and slowly opened them, only to meet a pair of deep, dark pupils in his dazed state. Within them lay incomparable tenderness, like the endless depths of the ocean, surging and overwhelming him. He blinked, unable to pretend he hadn't heard those words just now. His heart was beating a little too fast, and even deep breaths couldn't calm it. His palm pressed unconsciously against his lower abdomen as he asked in a small voice, "Is it... because I'm carrying a baby...?" Jiang Zhiyu kissed the corner of his eye and held him even tighter. "It's because I haven't told you enough." Ling Ran was a little confused. "What do you mean...?" After car...

Oliver and Qin Chengyue still stood at the restaurant entrance, their gazes aligned as they looked across the street. Qin Chengyue's eyes involuntarily moistened, and he turned away to discreetly wipe his tears. It was enough that he was alive, that he wasn't missing any limbs. Forget Ling Ran—even he had been terrified out of his mind these past few days. If Jiang Zhiyu hadn't shown up soon, he wouldn't have been able to come up with any more excuses to deceive Ling Ran. Oliver, still processing the news of Ling Ran's pregnancy, was baffled. Any partner who would let a pregnant Omega work themselves to the bone to support the family couldn't possibly be a good one. But now, the situation had shifted. The useless partner he had imagined beside Ling Ran had actually chased him all the way to London—and on a snowy day like this, no less. Since that morning, the meteorological bureau had issued warnings for a cold wave and blizzard conditions, and all flight...