Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Omega... and an S-rank Omega at that.

Su Che unconsciously tightened his grip on Xi Hanzhou's arm, his fingertips icy cold.

"Take him to the guest room." Song Qingyin had already changed into slippers and walked towards the sofa in the living room. Her voice drifted from ahead, tinged with impatience, "He's filthy."

The tone was as if he were instructing someone to dispose of a piece of muddy trash that had just been picked up from outside.

Xi Hanzhou lowered his head, his black, tousled hair obscuring his eyes and all the emotions within them. He could feel that Su Che's body was very thin and weak; the arm supporting him was even trembling slightly.

He let this unfamiliar Omega bear most of his weight as he walked step by step, with difficulty, toward the guest room.

Every step seemed heavy. He wanted to turn around and look at Song Qingyin, but he forced himself to resist the urge.

He doesn't yet know how to face her.

[Wow, host! The first meeting between the wife and the mistress... no, I mean, the original wife and the new lover! The sour smell in the air is almost as strong as Shanxi aged vinegar!] Qingyu's voice screamed excitedly in Song Qingyin's mind.

"Shut up, you." Song Qingyin snorted coldly in her heart, sank into the soft sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the light screen.

A boring interstellar musical was playing on the screen, but she was watching it with great interest.

Su Che settled Xi Hanzhou on the bed in the guest room without saying a word. It wasn't until he turned to leave that Xi Hanzhou's hoarse voice sounded behind him.

"who are you?"

Su Che stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at the disheveled yet still proud man on the bed, and his shy, harmless smile returned to his face.

“My name is Su Che,” he said softly, each word clear and distinct, “I am Qingyin’s… family.”

family......

This word, simple, seems like an insurmountable chasm. Not everyone can be categorized as family by Song Qingyin.

The Song family members were no good, and neither is he...

But now, someone has become her family.

Xi Hanzhou did not speak again.

Su Che bowed slightly to him, left the room, and considerately closed the door.

Outside the door, Song Qingyin's voice came in, neither too loud nor too soft: "The first-aid kit is in the storage room on the second floor. You treat his injuries. I don't want to touch them."

Su Che paused slightly, and then the wariness and unease in his eyes were replaced by a sense of relief at having regained what he had lost.

“Okay, Sister Qingyin,” he replied cheerfully.

Inside the room, Xi Hanzhou lay on the incredibly soft bed, listening to the casual conversation between the two people outside the door, and slowly closed his eyes.

So it turns out, it wasn't that I didn't want to touch it.

I just don't want to touch him.

The guest room door was pushed open again.

Su Che walked in carrying a black metal medical box, the box covered with an exquisite vine pattern that matched the pattern on the doorway.

He placed the first-aid kit on the bedside table, opened it, and inside were neatly stacked various high-efficiency medical supplies: bio-gel, nano-repair spray, mental soothing agent... each one was quite valuable.

Xi Hanzhou stared in silence. He was intimately familiar with these things. In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to the Song family many years ago.

"It might hurt a little, please bear with it." Su Che's voice was gentle. He put on a pair of thin medical gloves, picked up a pair of sterile scissors, and prepared to cut open the prison uniform on Xi Hanzhou's body, which was already stuck to his flesh and blood.

Xi Hanzhou did not respond, but his muscles tensed up unconsciously.

Su Che's movements were nimble and surprisingly skillful. He carefully avoided the rolled-up flesh, cutting and peeling away the tattered fabric bit by bit.

When the prison clothes were completely removed, revealing his strong upper body covered with new and old scars, Su Che couldn't help but gasp.

These wounds are too severe. It's as if they've been repeatedly tortured with the cruelest instruments of torture; there's hardly a patch of undamaged skin left.

“How could they… do this to you?” Su Che said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of physical discomfort at the brutality.

He unscrewed a bottle of cleaning solution, moistened a cotton ball with it, and began cleaning the largest wound on Xi Hanzhou's back.

The icy liquid touched the exposed flesh, and the intense stinging pain made Xi Hanzhou's body tremble violently, and cold sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you." Su Che immediately softened his movements, his voice filled with apology. "The medicine here from Sister Qingyin is too strong and irritating. She always has very high standards for these things."

In a succinct way, Xi Hanzhou's suffering was attributed to Song Qingyin's high standards.

Xi Hanzhou gritted his teeth and remained silent. In the past three years, he had suffered injuries far worse than this, so this was nothing he couldn't endure.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of cotton balls wiping the skin and the low hum of medical equipment.

"How did you meet Sister Qingyin?" Su Che asked casually while focusing on treating his wound. "She... has never brought anyone back."

Xi Hanzhou's eyelashes trembled, but he remained silent.

Su Che didn't seem to care about his answer and continued, "When I was brought back by Sister Qingyin three years ago, I was also injured. But not as badly as you, just some superficial wounds."

He paused for a moment, as if recalling something, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Back then, she even helped me apply the medicine herself, but she was so flustered that she almost made me drink the disinfectant instead of the nutrient solution. From then on, I learned to do these things myself."

This passage contains a lot of information.

Three years ago. I applied the medicine myself. I was in a flurry of activity.

Every word painted a picture in Xi Hanzhou's mind that he had never seen before: that woman who was always aloof, cold and cruel could also have a clumsy and gentle side.

But that side of him didn't belong to him.

During the five years they were together, he never enjoyed a single moment of her tenderness.

“Qingyin is actually very kind-hearted, she just isn’t very good at expressing herself.” Su Che’s voice carried a hint of pride in his protectiveness. “She doesn’t like the smell of blood, it gives her a headache. So I always take care of the more troublesome things at home in advance.”

Troublesome matters.

Xi Hanzhou's jawline was taut.

It turns out that, in her eyes, he and his injuries were just "troublesome things".

Su Che tossed a blood-soaked cotton ball into the recycling bin and replaced it with a clean one. His movements were always gentle, and his words were always warm with concern, but every word seemed sharp enough to cut open Xi Hanzhou's chest, making him see his humble and superfluous position in this house.

"You and Sister Qingyin... knew each other before?" Su Che changed his angle and continued to probe. "Your pheromones... are very special. They smell like cedar, right? There's a diffuser with that scent in Sister Qingyin's study. She said it helps her calm down."

Xi Hanzhou felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly.

study.

That was her private space, the place where she handled official business and made all her plans. He was only allowed to set foot there when he was being "disciplined" and interrogated.

And now, in that place, there's an aromatherapy diffuser that smells similar to his pheromones.

Is it because of him?

Or... is it just a coincidence?

Or perhaps she simply likes the taste, and he just happens to be that taste.

Either possibility caused him a sharp, stinging pain.

“I’m also an Omega. My pheromones smell like citrus, and they’re very faint. Qingyin said they’re not cloying.” Su Che seemed oblivious to Xi Hanzhou’s stiffness and continued to subtly display his “specialness” in his gentle tone.

"She said the smell made her feel clean."

clean.

Yes, she prefers someone gentle and clean, not someone like him, covered in blood.

Finally, all the wounds were cleaned. Su Che picked up the nano-repair spray and sprayed a layer evenly on his back. The cool bio-gel quickly formed a film, isolating the air, and the burning pain was finally replaced by a cool sensation.

"Alright." Su Che straightened up, took off his gloves, and showed a hint of fatigue on his face. "That's enough for tonight. I'll come back tomorrow morning to help you change your dressing. Your injuries are too severe and require mental energy to assist in the treatment, but... my mental energy level is very low, so I can't be of much help."

He lowered his eyes, looking somewhat disappointed and self-reproachful, as if he were saddened by his own "incompetence".

Anyone who sees her like this would feel pity.