The omega thought his faint plea might make the alpha stop. The woodbine pheromones tried to hide, but they still lingered in the air, subtly enticing the alpha.
After who knows how long, Shen Que began to sob, his body feeling strange. The clarity he had just regained gradually faded as the alpha, lost in desire like a beast tasting nectar for the first time, indulged in an absurd, boundless pursuit of the sweetness in his arms.
Under the faint morning light.
Shen Que couldn’t take it anymore and struggled to escape.
Sheng Xuanzhu pressed a hand against his waist, the grip strong, forcing a curve into his body.
Unable to escape, the omega could only bury his flushed face into the pillow that carried a mix of leather and floral scents.
Suddenly, the phone beside the pillow vibrated.
Shen Que reached for it with trembling hands, but a large hand clamped down on his slender wrist. “Don’t answer.”
The only people who could call him now were his grandmother and Teacher Dong.
He couldn’t let them worry.
“Mr. Xuan, let me answer it.”
Sheng Xuanzhu held him close, breathing warm air into his ear, both alluring and torturous. “Beg me.”
The call would hang up soon if he waited any longer. Shen Que was genuinely afraid his grandmother would worry, so he forced a pleading tone. “Mr. Xuan~ Please~”
Sheng Xuanzhu tightened his grip, and Shen Que clutched the bedsheet in disarray.
“Answer.”
Shen Que fumbled awkwardly, not even glancing at the caller ID, and instinctively pressed the answer button.
Dong Xiangyu’s cheerful, lively voice came through the phone. “Shen Que! You can stay on Beautiful Life!”
“Huh?”
“How did you convince Mr. Xuan to change his mind? How did you manage it? I thought we’d have to wait a long time, but I got a call from the director this morning!”
Shen Que’s mind went blank. He remembered never mentioning this to Mr. Xuan…
Sheng Xuanzhu clearly sensed the person beneath him losing focus. He really shouldn’t have let him answer the call.
The alpha, displeased, deliberately retaliated.
“Ah! It hurts!”
“Shen Que? Are you… okay? Are you uncomfortable…?” came the concerned voice from the other end of the line.
Sheng Xuanzhu’s expression darkened. “Do you have anything else to say?”
Hearing Mr. Xuan’s voice, Dong Xiangyu felt a chill run down his spine, stumbling awkwardly. “N-n-nothing else. Just letting Shen Que know he has to record the variety show this afternoon.”
With that, the other party hurriedly hung up.
Shen Que never imagined such an intimate moment would be exposed to his manager. His face flushed crimson with shame, and he stayed silent, refusing to utter a word.
Unconsciously, he even began to dodge the alpha’s touch, his resistance soft and hesitant.
Such gentle defiance only made Sheng Xuanzhu lose all restraint, his rationality slipping away.
Shen Que buried his head in the soft pillow, biting his lip to stay quiet.
Sheng Xuanzhu patted the omega’s slightly sunken waist. “Be good, I want to hear you.”
Shen Que gritted his teeth. He never imagined he’d do something so embarrassing in front of his manager.
How was he supposed to face Dong Xiangyu again?
“Listen to me, only your husband gets to hear.”
Husband…
Shen Que closed his eyes, savoring the word. It felt strangely familiar.
“Hurry up!”
…
The dampness on his body soaked his pajamas, making it uncomfortable to sleep. Sheng Xuanzhu had a servant bring a warm towel to wipe him down and change him into fresh pajamas.
Without a properly fitting set on hand, they had to make do with Sheng Xuanzhu’s. Catching the faint scent of leather on the clothes, Shen Que tugged at the collar and buried his face into it.
So fragrant.
I really love being enveloped by Mr. Xuan’s pheromones.
The ill-fitting pajamas were tugged aside by him, revealing the gland on my neck.
Sheng Xuanzhu paused for a moment.
The originally delicate and smooth spot now bore several rows of irregular bite marks.
Although the skin wasn’t broken, such obvious marks indicated that Sheng Xuanzhu, in a state of absolute sobriety, could only restrain himself to this extent.
If he had been even slightly more irrational, this thin layer of the omega’s skin would have been bitten through.
He would have been like a mad dog, endlessly demanding Shen Que, possessing Shen Que.
But he clearly didn’t like the scent of wood sorrel.
Sheng Xuanzhu’s eyes darkened. The thought of Shen Que being obedient and adorable, charmingly curled up beneath him, calling out “Mr. Xuan” in a hoarse and husky voice, made him feel that his heart had changed. It had become complicated, restless, filled entirely with the scent of wood sorrel and the omega who carried it.
For a moment, he even wished the scent of wood sorrel would never fade.
He wanted the wood sorrel to stay with him forever.