There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 3

Sometimes, Radia felt like they were a pair of rabbits that wanted to fuck whenever they caught sight of each other. It was like they got revenge for all those years they got separated from each other. But it was suck that his own physical limitation could not catch up with his desire.

In the end, Radia decided to distract his arousal by putting more food in his mouth. But he was definitely awake then. "After that?"

"Had my monthly check-up."

Radia perked up, slightly straightened his back.!"Oh, how was it?"

Han Joon shrugged and replied nonchalantly. "Just usual, no change in my body."

"Hmm..." Radia pushed the tray away so he could shift closer to his husband, trailing his fingers over the bare chest through the opening of the bathrobe. It felt even colder than the time they had sex--which was probably a given considering they had just taken a bath. Still...it worried him. "Is it really impossible to return your temperature?"

He wouldn’t be so concerned if it was something Han Joon was born with normally. But he had shared body warmth with Joon a lot of times before they were separated, and he knew the man was supposed to have a normal body temperature before. Han Joon had explained that it was because of the trait he received from Scatach, which allowed him to completely erase his presence, including thermal detection.

But Radia naturally wondered if it would have a negative side effect.

That being said, Han Joon didn’t look any different. Aside from being slightly paler, the man looked like a model soldier still. Even when he slouched a little bit, his posture was still sturdy. Perhaps because it was something that had been instilled in him his whole life, even if his mind became more relaxed, his body couldn’t follow.

That too, made Radia worry.

Han Joon always said he was fine, however, so doubting it would be disrespectful. Should he come with the ex-soldier during the next check-up?

Haa...he always thought about it but things always came up that made him unable to do so.

"Why?" Han Joon pinched the pondering man in the chin, and lifted Radia’s face so they could look at each other. "I thought you didn’t hate it?"

"Ugh--that’s not..."

Radia bit his lips; those deep black eyes with a little spark of stars inside them had always been his downfall. Not to mention that smile--the gate to unraveling his emotions. No matter what, that smile never failed to make him fluster.

"I know," Han Joon chuckled and rubbed the pursing lips. Truly, his darling was amazing in a lot of things, but this man had already been burdened with so many things. Han Joon didn’t want to be one of that burden if he could help it. He leaned down and whispered against the red lips. "But darling, that’s what made me as good as I am now."

"That’s not true," Radia frowned, rubbing the streak of black lightning over Joon’s left chest; the stigma he received from Scatach. "You were already good before you received this."

"But not this good," Han Joon shrugged.

Well...it was true. Han Joon was already a model student in the academy before he received his license, but he was nothing special in the face of a natural genius like Bassena. What gave him an edge was the ability he gained after climbing the tower and receiving Scatach’s stigma.

But he got all that so he could go sneaking into the military’s secret facility undetected, and there was no need for all of that now.

Radia twisted his lips. "Do you need to be this good now?"

"Hmm..." Han Joon just smiled and Radia groaned inwardly.

"Ugh--fine," Radia sighed, stroking the black streak for the last time and moving his fingers to the cold cheeks. "As long as you’re alright."

Han Joon deepened his smile and slipped his hand around the summoner’s waist. "Do I look unwell?"

"No," Radia narrowed her eyes at the sparkling eyes above him. "If anything...you look strangely good."

"That’s because I have you in my arms," Han Joon leaned closer and Radia couldn’t help but slide onto the sofa, with his husband’s weight pressing more and more on him, tilting his head so the cold lips could glide across the scar on his neck.!

"You didn’t...flirt like this with--ahh--anyone else, did you?"

"My darling," the deep black eyes were on him again, shimmering like the unseen galaxy. "In my whole life, you have always been the only one."

...oh, fine. He could drink a potion or something tomorrow morning. Radia sighed and let his husband take him again until he was asleep from delicious exhaustion.

It was always nice, however, to fall deeply asleep after being thoroughly satisfied. He didn’t wake up in the middle of the night anymore, spending many minutes to wonder about the one man he only ever truly loved.

His mind was at ease knowing that man was now in his said, cleaning him properly, putting him to sleep, embracing him in the bed. He didn’t even need an alarm in the morning anymore, because the best kind of alarm was kissing his face softly every morning until he woke up, making sure he drank a glass of water and carrying his drowsy self to the bathroom.

Joon would guide his sleepy head washing up, brushing his teeth, and even putting some skincare on him. At that point, Radia was usually fully awake at that point, but he let his husband take care of him, feeling all giddy and giggling like a teenager inside when the man clothed him.

It was a full service in the morning; a phase he had to go through in loneliness before. He didn’t care if he had early morning meetings--he would never pass being pampered by his dear husband. He had no idea how Han Joon had a better sense of clothing despite only wearing a military uniform all this time, but it also wouldn’t surprise him if Joon diligently learned all of that just to take care of him.

Not because you were scared of his cold eyes? Radia wondered with a slight smirk. That was what this person said the last time.

Pfft. How ridiculous.