Seeing him silent, Tong Sui raised his lashes and frowned slightly, “Ye Linyuan, speak up.”
“It hurts too much; I ended up biting myself.”
Tong Sui’s frown deepened, “Are you a little dog?”
He turned to rummage through the drawer next to the bed, finding a roll of bandages and some disinfectant, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened them, “Do you want me to just endure this pain by harming myself?”
He poured the disinfectant onto Ye Linyuan’s wound, but Ye Linyuan seemed undisturbed by the pain, his gaze still intensely fixed on Tong Sui.
That look was too powerful.
Tong Sui tried to shield himself from it and sped up the bandaging process.
When he tilted his head slightly, a clean section of his nape was exposed, and a faint scent of sweet orange wafted through the air, sending a thrilling, reassuring aroma.
Ye Linyuan’s eyes were murky and deep.
As Tong Sui finished wrapping the wound, Ye Linyuan cupped his chin gently, and a kiss laden with the scent of blood descended heavily.
The unused medical bandage fell to the floor, rolling some distance away.
Ye Linyuan greedily savored the taste in Tong Sui’s mouth, murmuring, “If I’m a dog, can I just be your little dog?”
Tong Sui’s face turned red.
Under the influence of his pheromones, the skin on the back of Tong Sui’s neck heated up.
“…You shouldn’t say such things.”
The scent of Ye Linyuan’s pheromones didn’t change significantly; if anything, it had become softer and more lingering, permeating the air effortlessly.
Yet, his kiss was exceptionally forceful.
These two contrasting attitudes made Tong Sui’s already drowsy mind spin even slower, unsure if it was due to the mild concussion the doctor mentioned or the attention Ye Linyuan was bestowing upon him.
Tong Sui found himself momentarily lost in his kisses.
Ye Linyuan held him, nudging his nape with his nose, inhaling deeply and dreamily saying, “Darling, you smell so good.”
This gentle fragrance diminished the pain of his heat, as if something was quietly changing within him.
Just kisses and embraces weren’t enough.
He felt like an unfathomable abyss needing more treatment.
Ye Linyuan simply lifted Tong Sui, carrying him from the ground and placing him onto the narrow iron hospital bed behind them.
Tong Sui tightened for a moment.
As Ye Linyuan leaned down, Tong Sui’s hand rested on his chest; he could feel the muscle lines under his damp shirt, the body temperature higher than usual.
His heartbeat was also noticeably faster.
Tong Sui whispered, “There are still people outside.”
Ye Linyuan glanced coldly at the glass.
In an instant, Liang Chi unsheathed his unprecedented hand speed, making the glass opaque and cutting off the voice system connecting the interior and exterior.
It turned the space inside into a completely enclosed area.
Liang Chi wiped his brow; he suspected that if he had delayed even a second longer, Ye Linyuan might have threatened him.
Ye Linyuan shifted his gaze back, his large palm enclosing Tong Sui’s hand, kissing him again, his voice husky and deep.
“Now there’s no one around.”
The special care room was a single room, with only this narrow single bed.
The iron frame creaked under the combined weight of two adult men.
Fortunately, the bed was quite sturdy.
Just at the moment when Ye Linyuan knelt upon it, it creaked once.
Ye Linyuan’s kisses fell like a sudden storm, carrying a faint hint of blood as he explored inside Tong Sui’s mouth.
Tong Sui dizzily thought he was like a spaceship that could escape gravity no matter how hard it tried, awkwardly and slowly navigating the skies.
At times, the sun would bake his shell until it was too hot and pouring rain would drench him, straying far from his set destination.
The overhead lights were too bright.
Tong Sui’s eyes involuntarily burned with tears.
Ye Linyuan used his rough fingertip to wipe them away, leaving a pitiful red mark on the tender corner of his eye.
In the air, the intangible pheromones swirled like mist, mixing into his body with each breath, the inducing factors within the Omega pheromones quietly at work.
They sought out their favorite scent.
The spicy sweetness of rum, made from cane molasses, underwent repeated fermentation and distillation, resulting in a thick, smooth, rich flavor that was sweet and fragrant.
Yet beneath this layer of sweetness was the undeniable strength of high-proof liquor.
The spirit surged down his throat, stimulating and domineering.
Tong Sui found himself entranced by the taste, the glaring light dissolving into countless specks.
The young Alpha was inexperienced in controlling pheromones, and after being entangled by the mischievous inducing factors from the Omega, he succumbed.
The heat surged from the back of his neck, intermittently releasing the sweet orange scent.
Ye Linyuan kissed Tong Sui until his lips glistened, leaning in to nuzzle his nape.
Tong Sui shuddered.
His voice was hoarse as it brushed against his flushed earlobe, “Darling, I want your scent.”
Tong Sui clumsily released his own scent.
The sweet orange aroma lingered in the air.
With hints of slight acidity, peeling back the thin outer skin, the juicy flesh was succulent; biting into it allowed the juice to linger on his palate, each taste bud relishing the flavor of sunshine.
The spicy rum eagerly enveloped and consumed this thin scent, thirsting for more like a ravenous beast.
That little, pitiful orange aroma was as if encircled by a pack of hungry wolves, devoured completely. The wolves that received no share stood with their mouths open, salivating at the scent, their teeth gleaming ominously.
Ye Linyuan inhaled deeply, swallowing hard, his teeth feeling itchy, the sound of grinding teeth echoing like a famished beast.
Tong Sui couldn’t help but retract his neck, ceasing the release of his scent, cautiously saying, “…Are you okay?”
Ye Linyuan narrowed his eyes.