Who Touched My Tail!

4.7

4.7 – A damned old man who had lived for seven hundred years

translator: xiin
editor: BlueBug & alamerysl

Russell finished the last part of the mecha and finally completed all the work that had to be done today.

He breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye to the uncle at the factory, then trotted all the way outside to buy two bags of bread from a roadside shop before rushing home in a hurry.

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Just after he entered the door, he was choked by a pair of big hands around his throat. Russell was still young; his entire body was directly lifted up, both feet dangling in mid-air. His face began to turn red from the interrupted blood flow, and he fluttered in a panic, shaking the bag in his hand as he spoke, "I am not an enemy! Hurry and put me down!"

Due to years of frugality and saving up money to buy inhibitors, Russell's body was very small, and even though he was close to eighteen years old, he still looked like a teenager who had not yet grown up.

At this moment, Russell's eyes were red from the man's actions, his life hung on the balance and struggled in his hands. It was both fresh and beautiful.

Luther had such a moment of hesitation before he let Russell down, though he still watched him vigilantly.

As an alpha, Luther's instincts remained unchanged even though he woke up badly injured and had none of his original memories. He remained alert.

Russell gasped for breath, rubbing his chest and feeling his heart still thumping wildly, but there was no resentment or blame towards the young man who had grabbed him.

Three days ago, he had picked him up from the recycling station. He had exerted a lot of effort in order to bring the seriously injured man back, dragging and tugging the whole way home. He then cleaned and medicated his wounds.

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"You finally woke up." He seemed to have finally recovered from the danger just now, placing the bread on the only table in his home before sitting down in a chair beside it. He opened the bag of bread. "Are you feeling better? You were badly injured. Although I studied the process in school, I can't guarantee that I can deal with your wounds properly."

It was not easy for Russell to be able to find medicine to heal Luther's wounds on this remote planet that was unknown light years away from the capital star. It could be said that this was a fateful encounter.

If Luther had not married Ashley in the first place, no matter how they fell in love, it would not have affected Xue Ling's affairs. However, Luther was 'a husband who was taken'. It could be excused that he had lost his memories, but the most disgusting thing was that even after recovering his memories, he still continued with his resolution to mark Russell.

Xue Ling felt that this was adultery within a marriage, and had nothing to do with true or false love.

Luther right now had no memories, and the actions he had just made were all from his subconscious. After confirming that his life was not threatened, Luther relaxed a little and began to look at Russell.

He could not understand what Russell was asking him, so he frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Russell took a bite out of the bread. It didn't have much taste, but it did fill the stomach. "My name is Russell Johnson. I'm a mecha pilot, and also an apprentice learning some mecha design and production." Such a harsh environment did not stand a chance at wearing away at the protagonist's spirit. They were always like this; even if they were in the slums, the halo on their head would still be shining.