When the alarm clock rang in the morning, Lu Yingchi was the first to wake up. Jian Song was an incredibly restless sleeper and constantly tossed and turned. He would change positions several times throughout the night, and Lu Yingchi would often be startled awake by Jian Song’s hands or feet pressing against him. Even after Lu Yingchi adjusted Jian Song’s sleeping position, Jian Song would start moving again shortly after. To keep him still and ensure he got a peaceful rest, Lu Yingchi eventually pulled Jian Song into a firm embrace. Only then did Jian Song finally settle down.
When Lu Yingchi opened his eyes, he was met with Jian Song’s sleeping face, and his heart skipped a beat. Jian Song looked incredibly well behaved while asleep, completely different from the mischievous energy he had when awake. Long eyelashes brushed against his cat like eyes, which were usually filled with vitality. His lips, which were typically quirked upward, were relaxed; when Jian Song was not smiling, the corners of his mouth turned slightly downward, making him appear a bit fierce at first glance. However, anyone who had seen Jian Song’s smile would never hold such an impression.
Lu Yingchi reached out and brushed the stray hair from Jian Song’s forehead. Although the room was air conditioned, the heat radiating from two grown men was hard to ignore, and a fine layer of sweat had beaded on Jian Song’s forehead. Lu Yingchi gently wiped it away before getting out of bed.
Generally speaking, when two Alphas sleep together and remain in such close proximity, their pheromones inevitably clash, creating a sense of physiological and psychological discomfort for both parties. Jian Song and Lu Yingchi, however, were different. Lu Yingchi was not an Alpha; he was an Enigma. Their pheromones did not repel each other; instead, they began to entwine and blend. Lu Yingchi could smell how Jian Song’s pheromones were caught by his own; now, Jian Song smelled entirely of his scent, as if he had been marked by him. A sense of satisfaction flickered in Lu Yingchi’s eyes.
He checked his phone: 5:30 AM. Since the buses here did not start running until 6:00 AM, he decided to let Jian Song sleep for a few more minutes.
When Lu Yingchi went to the bathroom to wash up, Jian Song’s internal clock slowly began to wake him. He opened his eyes, feeling dazed and disoriented, still thinking he was in his own room. He spread his arms and legs out, enjoying the sudden spaciousness of a bed that usually felt cramped. Jian Song let out a puzzled hum and sat up. Seeing the unfamiliar room, he finally remembered: this was no longer his room, but Lu Yingchi’s.
Jian Song rubbed his eyes and then his hair, looking toward the bed, but he did not see Lu Yingchi. He tilted his head. That is strange, where did Lu Yingchi go? Did he get up this early?
Jian Song let out a yawn and stretched his back. As he lowered his arms, he locked eyes with Lu Yingchi, who had just returned. Lu Yingchi had not expected to be treated to such a pleasant sight so early in the morning. Jian Song’s top was short, and as he stretched, a strip of pale, smooth skin was revealed at his waist. At just a glance, Lu Yingchi was certain that Jian Song’s waist must be firm and resilient, the kind of size that he could likely wrap his hands around.
Lu Yingchi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Awake?”
Jian Song nodded and stood up. “Washing up outside?”
Lu Yingchi hummed. “I prepared toiletries for you.”
Both of them still had the gravelly, raspy voices of people who had just woken up; the sound felt like a feather tickling the very tips of their hearts. Jian Song listened to Lu Yingchi speak and gave him a look of surprise. This kid Lu Yingchi, his voice sounds quite sexy when it drops low. It is enough to make one’s heart beat faster, ahem.
Jian Song kept his head down as he walked out. He thought he was the only one with such thoughts, but Lu Yingchi was feeling the same, perhaps even more explicitly and terrifyingly so.
So this is what it sounds like when Songsong’s voice is raspy. It is truly beautiful. Is there any way to make him produce this sound at times other than just waking up?
Lu Yingchi let out a low laugh. Having these kinds of messy thoughts early in the morning, Lu Yingchi, you are truly a sinner.