The Heartthrob Guide: Dodder of S-Class Sentinels

Chapter 294 Angry
Upon recognizing the newcomers, Uriel and the others instantly stiffened, their right hands swiftly pressed against their left chests, and they gave an extremely respectful military salute.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

The rough iron gate slowly opened, and a tall figure emerged from behind it, his broad shoulders and long legs almost filling the entire doorway.

As dusk faded, the dim light of the corridor fell precisely on the man's face, giving his cold, hard features a faint silver edge.

When Hosen reappeared, his clothes were already tattered, and he was wearing the highest-level monitoring rings on his neck, wrists, and ankles. The red light on the rings was conspicuous and dazzling, like a demon from purgatory.

"Have you recovered?" Uriel was incredulous and rushed forward to check, but was intimidated by the impatient aura emanating from the other party.

Uriel had never seen an officer like this before, not even when they were trapped in the most dangerous alien nests.

It wasn't until he looked down that he noticed there seemed to be another person hidden in the other person's arms. The only intact piece of cloth wrapped the person tightly, with only a few strands of soft hair showing, hanging down on Hosen's blood-stained hand.

Uriel wisely withdrew his gaze and stopped peeking.

Hosen carried the person and walked out without saying a word, but was stopped by Gis again at the exit.

“Director, you can’t leave here yet,” Giss stopped him.

"roll!"

The man squeezed out a single word, his voice hoarse yet carrying an undeniable ruthlessness.

He looked up at Gis, his gaze so deep and sharp, like a hunting knife chilled to the bone, piercing straight into Gis's limbs and bones, as if the air itself was frozen by his aura.

Giss felt the hairs on his body stand on end, but he had to force himself to calm down, just as he had done countless times in the past five years when facing this man.

“You must be tested and the contamination level must be within a safe range before you can leave.” He paused, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the figure tightly wrapped in Hosen’s arms, and added, “In addition, we have prepared a healing pool for Guide Lin. Prince Chris is waiting outside. You can leave Guide Lin to us, and it’s safer to leave the subsequent care to the professionals.”

With each word spoken, he felt Hosen's gaze grow colder, and an invisible pressure surged like a tide, almost suffocating him.

“I know my own situation. I’m not at the point where I need a weak woman to save me like those useless people.”

"..."

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze completely, with only the red light on the monitoring ring still flickering.

He simply couldn't overcome his nature; it wasn't that he couldn't survive without the guide's guidance.

This is why he never opened up his mental vision to anyone, not even his own guide.

His symptoms were never her responsibility...

Is he angry?
Uriel stared dumbfounded as Hossen's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He scratched his head, still quite puzzled.

Shouldn't you be happy to finally lose your virginity in your thirties?

What's wrong with the director?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Lin Nan woke up in Huo Sen's arms.

As soon as I regained consciousness, a wave of soreness washed over me.

She hummed involuntarily, turned around uncomfortably, and wanted to get away from this person.

These past few days, she's truly been terrified by the explosive power of this body...

She got angrier the more she thought about it, so she decided to stay even further away from this person.

Unexpectedly, she had only created a little distance when the warm breath behind her immediately caught up, pressed against her back, and once again tightly enveloped her.

The room was quite heated, and Lin Nan felt a bit hot. She hadn't slept enough and was getting really annoyed. "Get away from me, it's so hot!" she complained.

The little girl, who had just woken up, spoke in a soft, sweet voice, which sounded especially charming and endearing as she nestled in the silky blankets.

Hossen reached out and pulled the sheet off her face.

"Don't hold it in, get up and eat something?"

"I can't eat, my stomach hurts. o(╥﹏╥)o"

Hosen: ...

The man leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her cheek.

In the depths of his eyes, there was a heartache he himself was unaware of.

"Don't do this again," he said. "Don't worry about me..."

During his heat, he completely lost his mind, his consciousness like it had been thrown into a murky swamp, floundering in the torrent of emotions.

The boundary between reality and dreams had long been blurred. He couldn't tell whether the sounds around him were real or just hallucinations in his mind, nor could he distinguish whether the figures in front of him were living beings or fragments of his memories.

He only knew how to follow his instincts; the heat and restlessness surging from his very bones compelled him to rush around in the pitch-black night.

In fact, he had moments of clarity, but all his self-control and beliefs had already collapsed beyond recognition. With a destructive ferocity, he seized the rare opportunity before him and greedily took what he could.

It wasn't until he truly came to his senses that he realized the enormity of his mistake.

"Feel sorry--"

He apologized again, expressing his remorse.

Lin Nan finally woke up under the man's gentle kisses. The kisses landed on her forehead and the tip of her nose, with a slightly ticklish sensation, dispelling the last bit of sleepiness from her.

She raised her hand to rub her aching lower back, and when she turned to face Huo Sen, the displeasure on her face had vanished, replaced by an undisguised slyness. She deliberately drew out her words as she called him, "Director."

Seeing Hosen pause slightly, she smiled and asked again, her tone slightly mischievous: "Where did you steal my underwear from?"

"..."

Hosen's body froze instantly, his hands, which were wrapped around her waist, paused, and the tips of his ears turned red at a visible speed.

The man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain, but the words stuck in his throat.

It was truly rare to see him like this, and Lin Nan, finding it amusing, approached him with even greater enthusiasm.

So this is what he's like in private.

Looking at Huo Sen's unusually helpless expression, Lin Nan secretly thought to herself, "So cute," and her cunning deepened.

Completely disregarding the fact that she was completely naked, she braced her arms against Hosen's chest and pressed him down beneath her.

Despite being strong and muscular, almost twice the size of her, Huo Sen seemed to have no strength left. He was completely subdued by her, not even moving an inch, just lying there obediently, staring intently at her.

"Answer me! When did you steal it?"

Lin Nan deliberately moved closer, her lips almost touching his earlobe, her warm breath seeping into his ear canal as she spoke.

The man's ears turned even redder instantly, and a faint blush spread across his neck, as if it had been tinged with a thin layer of rouge.

His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to speak, but the ticklish sensation disrupted his rhythm. He could only turn his head away to avoid her breath, his voice slightly hoarse: "No... I didn't steal it."

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