Shen Jiyun, however, did not show much surprise, strolling lazily closer to Fang Fengqin.
Fang Fengqin looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. Just as he wanted to say something, a sour, grape-like scent suddenly wafted to the tip of his nose.
The alpha he had beaten down looked at him with a gloomy face, the sour and bitter pheromone scent pressing directly toward Fang Fengqin.
“Let you taste what an S-grade alpha is like.” With a sinister smile, he went to grab Fang Fengqin’s hand.
Smelling this pungent and sour scent, Fang Fengqin’s expression changed instantly. He hastily raised a hand to cover his gland. The next second, a rich and cool white pine fragrance emanated from Shen Jiyun’s side.
A pressure even heavier than an S-grade alpha swept across this confined space. The thin anger in Shen Jiyun’s pheromones could not be concealed. He raised his long leg forward two steps and kicked heavily at the alpha on the ground whose expression had drastically changed.
Sandwiched between these two scents, Fang Fengqin’s back of the neck began to ache uncontrollably. The pain chased away his drunkenness, and he stumbled as he tried to walk out.
“Where are you going?” Shen Jiyun lowered his head to look at him.
Someone outside the bar noticed the commotion here and was already gathering around.
Covering the back of his neck with cold sweat beading on his temples, Fang Fengqin grabbed the corner of Shen Jiyun’s clothes and urged in a low, hurried voice, “Take me away.”
“Reason.” Shen Jiyun expressionlessly looked at his pale face tinged with light pink, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly once more.
Hearing this, Fang Fengqin glared at him and fled outside in a wretched state, clutching the back of his neck.
Shen Jiyun abruptly extended a long arm to wrap around his waist, pulling his entire body into his arms.
“Let me bite you once, and I’ll help you,” he said in a low voice beside Fang Fengqin’s ear. “Hmm?”
Half of Fang Fengqin’s body went numb, trembling uncontrollably twice. Hearing the footsteps drawing closer outside, he tightly gripped the hand Shen Jiyun had placed across his abdomen.
He only gripped it tightly without pushing him away.
Shen Jiyun chuckled softly. Ignoring the alpha behind him who had been pressed half-unconscious by his pheromones, he scooped up Fang Fengqin with one hand, burying his face into his embrace.
Wei Jinlin had been singing nicely on stage when he suddenly heard a commotion.
“There are alphas fighting in the restroom!” Someone caught the scent of alpha pheromone suppression, covered their nose, and spoke aloud.
The bar security guards walked toward the restroom, and onlookers followed behind to watch the excitement.
Wei Jinlin’s gaze swept around the seating area, and his brow twitched abruptly.
Where was Fang Fengqin?
“Don’t, don’t lick.” Inside the dim utility closet, Fang Fengqin let out a short, sharp cry, his fingers sinking deeply into the arm Shen Jiyun had wrapped around his waist.
Pressing down on him, Shen Jiyun leaned close to his clean, fair gland.
The hickey from last night had already faded, returning to a withered state. The delicate skin gleamed under the bright light seeping through the gap in the door.
Lowering his eyes to mask the dark gloom in his gaze, Shen Jiyun leaned down and pressed his lips against it.
The person beneath him shuddered slightly, yet still obediently leaned in his embrace, nervous to the point of rapid breathing.
A soft, tender tip of the tongue protruded, slowly enveloping the protruding lump of the gland and licking it teasingly a few times.
In the dimness, Fang Fengqin’s face flushed crimson, his eyes widening slightly as the tip of his heart began to itch in tandem with the back of his neck.
Uncomfortable, he shifted slightly, wanting to hide, and took half a step forward with his head lowered, whereupon the person behind him immediately covered him again.
“If you’re going to bite, just bite. Why keep licking it like… ah!” Before Fang Fengqin could finish his complaint, Shen Jiyun suddenly made a move, sucking hard on the slightly swollen spot.
Fang Fengqin’s waist went limp, and he collapsed completely into the other’s arms.
“Does it hurt?” Shen Jiyun asked softly from behind him, his exhaled hot breath spilling over him and raising a layer of goosebumps.
Fang Fengqin was made suddenly tearful by the question. Helplessly pinching Shen Jiyun’s arm with his fingers, he murmured low, “It hurts.”
In truth, it no longer hurt. Shen Jiyun’s pheromones wrapped entirely around him, soothing the previous throbbing ache, and his nerves, which had been tightly strung for days, finally relaxed slightly.
Hearing him cry out in pain, Shen Jiyun slid a large palm inside his hem, making his actions of licking the gland even gentler.
Both front and back felt an itch as if ants were crawling over them. Blushing, Fang Fengqin went to tug at his unruly hand, arching his back and scolding, “Get lost.”
“Does it feel good?” Shen Jiyun blew a breath against his gland, which had been kissed bright red, and taking advantage of Fang Fengqin’s momentary distraction, sank his jaws deeply into the tender flesh.
A large number of pheromones was injected inside. Fang Fengqin’s struggling motion stiffened abruptly, and his entire body jerked twice.
The coolness of white pine and the slight bitterness of wormwood swept through his consciousness. Like the wine he drank that night, Fang Fengqin felt drunk once more.
A muffled, ambiguous gasp spilled from his throat. With moist palms pressed against Shen Jiyun’s arm and a dazed look in his eyes, he completely forgot to struggle.
Feeling the slippery, jade-like skin beneath his palm, Shen Jiyun closed his eyes slightly. While applying a bit of pressure with his hand, he used the tip of his tongue to press and tease the gland.
Dazed, Fang Fengqin was held in his arms, letting out two ambiguous hums. The deep-seated pain was soothed, and he grew unusually quiet.
Shen Jiyun nibbled on the back of his neck for a long while, and seeing that the person gave no reaction whatsoever, he pinched his chin and turned his face toward him.
Fang Fengqin’s cheeks were flushed pink, his gaze hazy as he stared into empty space, his lips parted slightly while unswallowed silver threads trickled down to wet his chin.
Such a slut.
Shen Jiyun’s heart gave a heavy thump.
Using his fingertips, he roughly rubbed Fang Fengqin’s lips, slightly prying open his teeth to reveal the snake-like tip of his tongue inside.
“Does it feel good?” he asked him softly. In the cramped utility closet, the white pine fragrance reached its absolute peak.
Fang Fengqin panted hurriedly. The tip of his tongue was pinched between the man’s fingers, hanging pitifully at the corner of his lips, feeling too good to even speak anymore.
If someone familiar with Shen Jiyun were to see his expression right now, they would surely be greatly startled.
His scholarly and cold face carried no expression whatsoever, his gaze murky and dark, filled with towering lust and malice.
Shen Jiyun traced Fang Fengqin’s dazed face over and over with his eyes, like a water ghost waiting for the opportune moment to drag him into an undertream deep enough to cost him his life.
After a long moment, the man sighed as if giving a low chuckle.
“So obedient.”
He bit down once more, tirelessly injecting pheromones repeatedly into Fang Fengqin’s gland.
Even if it couldn’t stay for long, even if he couldn’t control the will of the person in his arms.
He still licked and chewed, over and over again, until the spot swelled to fullness.
Unable to bear it, Fang Fengqin whimpered softly a few times. Hearing this, Shen Jiyun felt his heart itch, and his large palm wreaked havoc across his chest, prompting the other to curse him hoarsely while trembling.
By the end of the temporary marking, Fang Fengqin had melted into a puddle of water.
Retaining a shred of consciousness, he leaned blankly in Shen Jiyun’s arms, incapable of struggling, his cat-like eyes, clouded with a layer of mist, blinking a beat too late.
When sober, this person had a temper that was stinky and stubborn, but once marked comfortably, he was unusually docile.
Shen Jiyun lifted the hem of his inner shirt and stuffed it into his mouth, exposing a stretch of fair waist and abdomen. Further up, his thin chest rose and fell lightly.
A scorching large palm pressed against his waist, and Fang Fengqin dodged left and right, only to receive a light, non-painful slap from Shen Jiyun.
Though it didn’t hurt, the skin and flesh that had been slapped burned hot. Twisting his waist, Fang Fengqin tried to hide his pink-tinged chest, but was suppressed in place by Shen Jiyun using a single hand.
“Be a good boy,” he said softly. “Slut.”