The man rose and pulled the covers over him, tucking in the edges with care.
But Luo Li opened his eyes again. His clear pupils gleamed brightly in the darkness as he timidly lifted his gaze to Agamemnon, as if he had something to say.
Agamemnon touched his forehead. “Hm?”
Luo Li watched him tuck in the blanket and straighten up, realizing he had misunderstood the situation.
That flicker of realization didn’t escape Agamemnon’s notice. “If there’s something on your mind, just say it.”
Those dark green eyes held a commanding sense that could see right through him.
Without thinking, Luo Li blurted out the truth. “I thought… you were going to give me a goodnight kiss.”
Back when he was hospitalized with no parents around, the nurse sisters would always smile and give him a goodnight kiss after tucking him in.
When Agamemnon had leaned down just now, Luo Li had instinctively assumed…
A soft chuckle escaped Agamemnon. Then soft lips sealed over his own.
The stern-featured officer leaned down, his tongue parting Luo Li’s lips and drawing his soft tongue into a deep, sucking kiss.
The man looked as sharp as a cold rifle barrel, but his body temperature burned abnormally hot. He breathed for Luo Li with expert ease, nipping and invading the sensitive, wet warmth of his mouth.
Luo Li went completely blank. His arms wound around Agamemnon’s neck of their own accord, and his waist was pulled into a tight embrace.
He watched Agamemnon’s throat bob as the man kissed him fervently against his lips. The moment Luo Li’s tongue ventured out a little, Agamemnon’s wrapped around it aggressively, sealing their mouths without a single gap.
It was already so intense, yet… it felt like Agamemnon was still holding back.
In a daze, Luo Li saw Agamemnon’s eyes open.
Those eyes were pitch dark, devoid of any light, as if desperately suppressing some powerful emotion.
Luo Li’s eyes had teared up from the kiss. His earlobes were red as blood, and the tip of his chin glistened with moisture.
In the empty room, the only sound was the sticky, wet smacks of their kiss.
Only when Luo Li shrank back in overwhelmed resistance did Agamemnon slowly release his lips.
He patiently wiped away Luo Li’s tears, steadied his own ragged breathing, and rasped, “Sorry, I forgot. Next time, I definitely will. Goodnight.”
He settled back on the other side of the large bed, as if nothing at all had happened.
Luo Li’s cheeks burned crimson. He quickly turned away, rubbing his swollen lips and licking his tender, nearly bitten-through tongue. Fuming, he squeezed his eyes shut.
What the hell? He’d just been thinking nice things about the man, calling him some upright gentleman—and this was the result!
Who gave goodnight kisses like that…?
His mind was a total mess; he had no headspace for anything else.
Though Agamemnon hadn’t done anything more, the atmosphere between them had clearly shifted because of that kiss.
Luo Li burrowed deep under the covers, pulling them over his head. The back of his hand brushed his cheek by accident, and he discovered his face was scorching hot.
He didn’t know how much time passed before his heartbeat finally slowed. Cautiously, he cracked open his eyelids and peered toward Agamemnon through the darkness.
The man’s distinct, knuckled fingers rested on a half-open page of the book, stroking it lightly.
For some inexplicable reason, Luo Li thought Agamemnon’s expression looked a little forlorn.
As if he were regretting that he hadn’t gotten to read the bedtime story after all.
Heat crept up Luo Li’s ears and neck again. If he kept letting his thoughts run wild like this, something was bound to go wrong. With that, he yanked the covers fully over his head and went to sleep.
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The next morning when he woke, the spot beside him was empty.
A new set of clothes lay on the pillow: a crisp white shirt and black suspender shorts, both adorned with little red rabbit patterns on the chest and waistband.
Luo Li slipped into the outfit just as Agamemnon emerged from the bathroom.
He must have just finished washing up; droplets clung to his cheeks as he dried them with a towel. He lifted his gaze to Luo Li.
Without his military uniform, his exceptional height and muscular build stood out even more. The black pajamas hung conservatively on him, open just a bit at the collar.
High brow bones shadowed his deep green eyes. His stern handsomeness blended seamlessly, like a soldier executing orders to perfection. Agamemnon seemed a touch uncomfortable under Luo Li’s stare. He cleared his throat and changed the subject. “Has your foot healed?”
Luo Li blinked and glanced at his toes.
“I-It’s better.”
“Good.”
Though Agamemnon carried the intimidating aura of a soldier, his every movement exuded unexpected gentility.
Seeing the towel clutched in his hand, Luo Li blurted, “That one’s…”
Under the man’s calm gaze, the boy stammered, “The one I used to wipe my body…”
“I know.” Agamemnon pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window. “What’s the problem?”
Luo Li was suddenly speechless. He eyed the black pajamas draped innocently over Agamemnon—the very ones with the golden embroidered insignia that had stirred up so much scandal. Compared to that, what was a towel?
“Meals will be delivered three times a day. Just open the door when they arrive. I’m heading to the hospital and will be back tonight. Stay here, do whatever you want—just don’t wander off.”
Agamemnon handed him a portable wristwatch communicator. “If you run into any trouble you can’t handle, contact me with this.”
Luo Li took it carefully and fastened it on his wrist.
Agamemnon dressed, then turned back and stroked his long hair.
The same expression from that day in the bathroom crossed his face—expectant, mingled with some indescribable, fiercely suppressed emotion.
Luo Li didn’t understand. He just nuzzled Agamemnon’s palm with his forehead.
“See you later, sir.”
Agamemnon’s breath hitched. “See you tonight.”
Watching his retreating back, Luo Li rubbed his eyes.
Had he seen it wrong?
The man seemed disappointed.
But there was no time to dwell on it now. He needed to gather clues quickly and fill in the gaps in his identity info.
The top floor had numerous rooms—three or four bedrooms alone, plus a music room, gym, banquet hall. It was practically a luxury penthouse. Fortunately, he had 【Tracking】 to help; otherwise, he’d be searching blindly.
Among these rooms, there were few things that belonged to Agamemnon. The toys, dolls, and decorations clearly all were Luo Li’s.
Rummaging through newspapers, documents, and files, and combining them with what he’d learned before, Luo Li pieced together a vague picture of events.
Agamemnon had once been a wartime officer, aiding this nation in numerous invasions. Many condemned him as a cold-blooded military weapon.
Later, unwilling to be used by the state any longer, he’d requested retirement.
His superiors approved, on the condition that he take over Messiah Military Hospital as dean.
Then he rescued a refugee orphan from a ravaged enemy nation amid the flames of war and adopted him—Luo Li.
The act initially boosted his reputation, but the leaked kissing photo with his adopted son plunged him into scandal, branded as having impure motives.
He lost his deanship. The hospital devolved into the monster-infested nightmare it was now.
So what roles did the virus, Wado, and the medical project play?
Luo Li’s mind was heavy with questions. The Army Laboratory he’d glimpsed that day lingered in his thoughts.
Somehow, his instincts told him crucial secrets were hidden there.
But Agamemnon wouldn’t let him leave. Only at mealtimes did the Chief Nurse from the hospital come up to deliver food. He had no way to get out.
Days passed like this. Every evening, Agamemnon returned and held him close as they slept.
Until… this day.
The clock had already struck nine, and Luo Li had finished his dinner, but Agamemnon still hadn’t returned. The communicator wouldn’t connect either—no one picked up on the other end.
A faint unease stirred in Luo Li’s heart. Just then, the doorbell rang.
His heart raced as he hurried to open the door.
Standing outside, however, was the chief nurse who delivered his meals every day. She acted as if she couldn’t see the disappointment on his face. “The Dean has work tonight. He’ll be back late.”
“Work?”
Luo Li felt something was off. “Then why isn’t he answering my calls?”
The chief nurse said nothing more. After delivering the message, she turned to leave.
In his panic, Luo Li grabbed the hem of her clothes. As he did, a skill panel popped up in front of him.
“You can use the advanced skill.”
No way—was this chief nurse a boss?
It made some sense for the boss leader to send a big boss to look after him.
Whatever the case, he activated the skill on her. Now, finally, he could leave this place.
Without a second thought, Luo Li followed his memory and headed toward that strange Army Laboratory.
The laboratory door was ajar. Inside, the lights were dim, and dust covered everything—it clearly hadn’t been used in ages.
Countless cold storage units filled with culture medium flickered with blue light, still humming away.
In front of the units were faded labels.
“Wado… virus.”
Luo Li murmured the words softly, a chill running through his entire body.
Was this where they kept the virus?
Moments later, he heard voices.
He quickly ducked behind a cold storage unit.
“You’ve known about this place for a while.”
“Heh, of course. You think the doctor’s identity came for free?”
“Cut the crap. If you know it, hurry up and find that test subject list.”
It was Ling Yu and Fu Shiyue.
They had found their way here too.
Rustling sounds of searching followed. Then Ling Yu read aloud slowly, “Shanlin, 26 years old, second treatment course injection, failed.”
“Cook, 45 years old, third treatment course injection, failed.”
After more than a dozen names, his voice suddenly turned icy. “Luo Li, 18 years old, first treatment course injection… failed.”
Fu Shiyue said flatly, “Everyone on the list tried injecting the Wado Virus, but they all failed. The only success is on the back.”
Ling Yu read it out: “Agamemnon, 32 years old, fifth treatment course injection, success.”
A long silence fell. Then Ling Yu spoke again. “So the hospital back then wasn’t just abandoned. The government ordered its destruction, and everyone in it died, right?”
“Yeah. The Wado Virus wasn’t meant for human welfare—it was a genetic weapon.”
Fu Shiyue continued flatly, “In theory, if the research hadn’t been interrupted back then, it could have brought the dead back to life.”
“Agamemnon poured abnormal enthusiasm into this virus. Its effects spread too quickly. The government didn’t want it in the hands of that officer anymore, so they sent troops to destroy the hospital.”
Fu Shiyue paused. “That happened right after his scandal with his adopted son was exposed, and he lost his position as Dean.”
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【You were frail from birth, with a congenital heart condition that meant you likely wouldn’t live past 18.】
【By chance, Agamemnon learned of the Wado Virus. It was a weapon the government planned to develop—inhuman, but if successful, it could save your life.】
【After years of investment, the research made huge strides. All signs pointed to the virus being capable of curing you.】
【Everything seemed full of hope at first, but then the government grew wary of Agamemnon’s intentions.】
【After deliberately exposing his feelings for you, they stripped him of his Dean position. Agamemnon didn’t want to lose his chance to save you, so he went to the government to plead with his superiors.】
