ITF Chapter100

Bei Yang’s foot paused on the boarding gangway, and he couldn’t resist rolling his eyes.

In broad daylight, under the wide-open sky, Luo Congye actually kissed Bai Heting right on the mouth without a single shred of evasion.

However, Bei Yang still hadn’t fully recovered from the blow of being subdued empty-handed by Bai Heting, and he always felt somewhat unable to hold his head up high in front of him. Lifting his leg to take another step up, he mumbled in a very low voice, “You can’t even hold back for this little bit of time?”

Walking right behind him, Jiang Han showed no real reaction. He knew that this kiss was, once again, performed for his benefit. Although he couldn’t understand what on earth this Alpha was trying to flaunt at him, it had happened so many times that he was no longer surprised by the sight.

Bei Yang didn’t linger on the deck for long, leading him all the way to the stern of the ship before reaching out to push open a cabin door.

Before them lay a private stateroom. Rooms like this were usually reserved for commanders or the captain. Jiang Han stood at the doorway without moving a step, so Bei Yang explained, “We have to sail for several days. You should rest here; it’s a bit quieter.”

Seeing him hesitate, Bei Yang added, “Lin Qian gave specific instructions to arrange a private room for you.”

This time, Jiang Han didn’t decline further. He stepped into the cabin and placed the luggage he carried with him inside.

He had never been on a battlefield before; the idea to invite him along had been personally raised by Bai Heting. Even without counting the main forces stationed in the southern mountain forests, these few sailing warships alone were equipped with dozens of military physicians. But in Bai Heting’s words—he certainly didn’t want to entrust his own life to those Urdan people.

Jiang Han agreed very readily. From the moment he resolved to cast everything aside to seek vengeance for Bei Chenzhou, he had already grown indifferent to life and death. He just hadn’t expected that after twisting and turning through so many events following Bei Chenzhou’s passing, he would actually board a Urdan warship to fight alongside them.

Bei Yang stood by the door with his hands behind his back, his tone suddenly becoming hesitant and faltering, “If… you feel unwell anywhere…” He gestured with his eyes toward the doorway. “…just call for me.”

Following his gaze, Jiang Han noticed a hammock hanging in the corridor. He gave Bei Yang a nod and offered his thanks once more.

Bei Yang thought for a moment and continued, “If you get seasick…”

“It’s fine,” Jiang Han interrupted him, pulling a bright yellow, oval fruit out from his luggage. “I brought this.”

Bei Yang immediately withdrew the hand he had only just slipped into his coat pocket.

The sour taste of a lemon could effectively alleviate the discomfort triggered by seasickness. Jiang Han offered him a polite smile, “Thank you for your fruit.”

*

After leaving the stern, Bei Yang accompanied the armorer on an inspection tour of the armory and the gun deck. Once the equipment inventory was complete, he counted the number of people on board once more before finally finding the time to return to the open upper deck.

This ship was not on a combat mission this time; if the winds were favorable, they would sail at sea for four to five days. At sea, this could only be considered an extremely short voyage, yet Bei Yang felt a rare sense of torment.

Thick clouds were piling up overhead, and the wind and waves were growing stronger. He took a few greedy breaths of fresh air, but it did nothing to dispel the lingering heaviness in his chest.

It seemed that Physician Jiang still had no intention of forgiving him.

Over the past six months, he had been trying very hard to admit his wrongs and thoughtfully show his goodwill, hoping to make up for the harm he had caused Physician Jiang.

But toward him, Physician Jiang seemed to have nothing left to say except to express his thanks.

He stayed on the deck until night grew late before slowly walking back to the stern and standing outside the door of his own quarters.

*

The hull of the ship jolted violently, and Jiang Han’s heart felt as if it were seized by something, only finding his breath again after a few seconds.

Cold sweat had long since soaked his robes. He curled his body up in the winter night and felt his own neck.

His body temperature was a bit high, as if he had caught a cold.

He had not witnessed the state of his parents’ and younger brother’s deaths with his own eyes, but he was a physician; what a person would become after enduring a shipwreck required no one else to describe to him.

Sailing at sea was still a bit too difficult for him.

He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, only to suddenly notice that a person was actually standing by the bed.

That person’s figure was hidden in the hazy darkness of the night, blurry and indistinct.

But Jiang Han knew very well in his heart.

A cruel fellow had come to torment him in his dreams again.

That cruel fellow who was forever polite, using a smile to keep him thousands of miles away.

*

Bei Yang looked down at the figure on the narrow bed, hesitating over whether to wake Jiang Han.

He seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortably, as though trapped in a nightmare, murmuring incoherently under his breath; words and fragments of delirium that Bei Yang could not understand.

Bei Yang bent down, lowering his head to get a little closer, and tried to ask, “Jiang—”

Right at that moment, the ship seemed to crash into a massive wave, jolting violently once again—

A drop of sweat born of tension rapidly lost its heat in the cold winter night air, striking Jiang Han’s face like an icy tear.

Bei Yang let out a long, slow breath.

He had nearly tumbled onto Jiang Han during the turbulence, but fortunately, he had managed to extend a hand just in time to brace himself against the bedframe.

Yet, this distance had already crossed the boundaries of propriety; he could even smell a fresh, grassy scent on Jiang Han.

Strange.

Physician Jiang was clearly a Beta, so why would he smell…

Only a moment later did Bei Yang realize it was the scent of medicinal herbs.

And this distance, where their breaths mingled, allowed him to faintly discern—

Jiang Han seemed to be awake.

*

Before he could confirm it, a hand slick with sweat already covered his face.

Bei Yang couldn’t feel the heat of that hand, because his own skin was burning even hotter. The hand brushed past the corner of his eye, slid over his cheekbone and the corner of his lips, and finally caught him by the chin—

It was as if someone had fired a cannon directly into Bei Yang’s head; in an instant, his ears filled with nothing but a roaring buzz.

Physician Jiang’s lips were so soft.

His tongue was too.

Jiang Han took his lips into his mouth, licking past his teeth bit by bit to entangle their tongues. Bei Yang didn’t know when he had climbed onto the bed, perhaps it was when both of Jiang Han’s arms looped around his neck, or perhaps it was when Jiang Han let out a soft, delicate moan.

His body was so soft too…

Bei Yang thought in utter chaos.

He pinned Jiang Han firmly into his embrace with one hand clamped over his shoulder, while his other hand cupped the back of his head, sucking at the root of his tongue as if refusing to let him breathe.

He had no idea how long they kissed.

When the sounds of the kiss ceased, the narrow cabin was left with nothing but their tangled, ragged breathing. Propping himself up slightly on his arms and half-pinching Jiang Han beneath him, Bei Yang took a long time before he finally managed to fully steady his breathing.

This unexpected turn of events left him feeling utterly at a loss.

He felt the need to say something to Jiang Han, but Jiang Han’s head was tilted slightly to the side with his hands loosely looped around his waist—he looked as if he had truly fallen fast asleep.

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