CHAPTER 162: DAYS IN EDEN (1)

Joshua shook his head. "I’m fine."

The sudden rush of memories left him with a faint headache and a heaviness in his chest. But ever since that day, he had already decided to cast those ugly memories aside. He looked at Henry before him—the man hadn’t taken his eyes off him for even a second, as if Joshua might disappear the moment he blinked.

Joshua couldn’t help smiling. "Have I been asleep for a long time?"

Henry replied softly, "Two months."

Joshua froze for a moment, then immediately sat up, excitement lighting his face. "Then the world out there must have changed a lot! Where is this? Is this our home?"

Henry didn’t answer. He only wrapped his arms around Joshua, burying his face almost against Joshua’s stomach.

Joshua stiffened, then lifted a hand to gently pat Henry’s head, smiling. "It’s alright now, Henry."

Joshua’s awakening marked his new role as Eden City’s primary doctor.

Even though he had no advanced medical training, his ability itself was the answer.

At first, Henry refused to let Joshua take part in any of Eden’s work.

But Joshua insisted. Since he had the ability, he couldn’t just watch people die without saving them. Not to mention that the number of people injured during missions was enormous each day.

In the end, Henry was the one who lost the argument. He agreed to let Joshua serve as Eden City’s healer—but he was not allowed to show his face, nor use his real name.

And so everyone only knew that the lord of Eden kept a beautiful little "canary" at home, yet none of them realized that the canary was Life—the one who constantly brought them back from the brink.

Today’s meeting stretched all the way until nearly noon. Only then did Joshua finally wander out of the room.

He saw Henry holding a thick stack of documents, writing something down, and couldn’t help saying, "It’s the apocalypse, yet you still have to work. Poor Henry."

"Henry, what’s for today?"

"Henry, I saved five more people today. One of the kids even gave me candy, but I turned it down."

"Henry..."

At this moment, Joshua was practically sprawled out next to Henry’s desk, every strand of his hair seemed to be silently screaming for Henry’s attention.

"Henry..."

Joshua opened his mouth, about to say something, when his whole body was suddenly pulled back. The world spun, and before he could react, Henry had scooped him up and settled him on his lap. Then, smoothly and without hesitation, Henry lowered his head and kissed Joshua’s lips.

Joshua gaped, staring at Henry in bewilderment, but Henry simply continued to look at the documents in front of him.

Joshua’s entire body was rigid. He lowered his head, his lips tightly pressed, then released, then pressed again, then released. Because of this, he missed the sight of Henry’s ears, which were red as if they were about to bleed.

A long while later, in the quiet office, the only sound accompanying the sudden pause of the pen scratching against paper was Joshua’s hesitant voice: "Hey, about that day..."

The pen scratching across the paper ceased. Joshua instinctively went silent, but then, as if gathering all his courage, his voice was still muffled: "About that day, I never agreed."

Henry knew Joshua was talking about that

night, the night he had confessed his feelings under the moonlight.

If he had known his first declaration would end up like that, perhaps he would have chosen a different time. He had never brought it up again, because they both knew how things had unfolded afterward, as if the whole world was against them being together.

But now, Joshua had brought it up himself.

Henry’s heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might leap out of his chest.

He swiftly adjusted Joshua, lifting his chin with one hand to make him face him. "Then now, have you thought it through, Joshua?"

Joshua stared at him blankly, his whole face flushed red. "You already kissed me..."

"That’s not what a kiss is, Joshua," Henry stated directly.

Joshua was about to ask what a kiss truly was when Henry suddenly leaned down. His chin was firmly grasped, and Henry’s lips sucked at his, ceaselessly licking and tasting. His tongue probed inside, conquering territory, intertwining with Joshua’s. Joshua could do nothing but helplessly follow his rhythm. The invasion of his mouth made Joshua shiver. His mind went hazy, his mouth filled up, making it hard to breathe, and he couldn’t swallow his saliva fast enough, letting it spill out of the corners of his lips and stream down his chin.

Joshua’s hands tightly gripped the front of Henry’s shirt, but they grew softer and softer, nearly losing all strength.

Seeing Joshua on the verge of fainting, Henry reluctantly pulled back, leaving a shimmering strand of silver saliva trailing between them.

Joshua looked at him, bewildered and hazy, his beautiful eyes brimming with moisture, his mouth slightly parted, revealing his pink tongue which was retracting slightly, puffing out heavy, hot breaths.

Henry lowered his eyes, his gaze dark. His finger pressed directly onto Joshua’s tongue, eliciting a sound of discontented moaning, a choked, helpless sob.

"This is what a kiss is, Joshua," Henry slowly said, his voice strangely hoarse.

Joshua frowned and promptly bit Henry’s finger, his watery eyes looking up at him. In Henry’s eyes, that look genuinely held no lethality; it only made his heart beat faster, his thoughts chaotic, and the hot rod below only growing harder.

Joshua clearly could not ignore the scorching sensation poking into his buttocks.

He instantly spat Henry’s finger out, jumping up to escape Henry’s control, angry and embarrassed: "You... pervert!"

"Hah." Henry suddenly let out a laugh, a rare, unreadable smile.

Joshua only saw Henry smiling at him, saying indifferently: "Shouldn’t you look at yourself first?"

Only then did Joshua realize his own strangeness, belatedly feeling uncomfortable down there.

He looked down, his expression horrified.

He was a late bloomer, and his family had been worried about it. But Joshua, he had simply ignored everything.

Yet, his first time... the first time he had a reaction, it was because of Henry!

Henry looked at Joshua’s frozen state, the smile on his lips receding slightly.

He stood up, slowly walking towards Joshua, smiling as he said, "Don’t be mad."

But just as he got close, Joshua fell into his arms.

Henry couldn’t help but be slightly startled, asking softly, "What’s wrong?"

Joshua gripped the front of Henry’s shirt in frustration, his voice coming out in a heavy, muffled sob: "Henry, help me, it’s too uncomfortable..."

Henry felt like his mind was exploding, unable to think of anything else.

Finally, the sound of moaning in the bathroom lasted for ten minutes, until, in the very end, Henry’s finger suddenly lightly scraped the tip, nearly making Joshua cry out, causing him to ejaculate directly into Henry’s hand.

He collapsed into Henry’s embrace, helplessly calling Henry’s name.

Henry felt like he was about to burst; every sound of Joshua’s moaning seemed like an explosive fuse, and he could only helplessly endure it.

What was worse was when Joshua actually turned around and started pulling down his zipper.

Henry couldn’t help but grip Joshua’s wrist, his gaze heavy, his desire nearly spilling out: "Do you know what you’re doing?"

"You helped me, I help you, why shouldn’t it be allowed?!" Joshua’s face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, yet his words were incredibly bold.