New update schedule: Tuesday and Wednesday

Amt of chapters to be published this week (cause I missed last week’s upload): Four

Thanks for your patience!

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“……I like your sister.”

“I only have a brother. You wouldn’t like him. I won’t let you like him.”

“Won’t let me”? Ning Zhu was speechless. “Is it any of your business who I like…?”

“You like me.”

“……”

Ning Zhu went so far as to say he liked Dou Changxiao’s ancestors going back eighteen generations.

Dou Changxiao said again, “I like you too.”

“……” Ning Zhu paused for a moment, his gaze meeting Dou Changxiao’s smiling eyes.

The palm of his hand covering the other’s lips suddenly grew hot. Dou Changxiao licked his finger with the tip of his tongue.

Ning Zhu stiffened, instinctively releasing his grip, then pushed against the other’s chest—only to feel Dou Changxiao’s rapid, intense heartbeat against his palm.

‘I like you too.’

He felt a sudden pang of unease. Even though those were just words spoken in a daze during a vulnerable period, they shouldn’t be taken too seriously.

The other lowered his head to kiss him, but Ning Zhu quickly turned his face away, rejecting Dou Changxiao’s “dog mouth.” The latter settled for pecking at the side of his face and his chin.

Dou Changxiao kissed his way inch by inch from Ning Zhu’s eyebrows and eyes down to his cheeks, then began to nibble—neither too gently nor too roughly—on his beautifully defined jawline with his canine teeth.

“If you leave teeth marks on my face, I’ll be in trouble at the office tomorrow… Ouch!”

Ning Zhu closed his mouth in frustration.

He strained his neck to dodge, causing the muscles to bulge and tense even more visibly. Dou Changxiao stared for two seconds, and soon Ning Zhu’s neck bore several deep tooth marks.

“You’re so warm, Ning Zhu.” After biting him, Dou Changxiao instinctively rubbed his nose against the crook of Ning Zhu’s neck, inhaling his scent and feeling his body heat. He pulled this human-shaped heater even closer and said, “You’re so warm. I like you.”

Again.

Ning Zhu twisted his neck to look at the wall in front of him and stared blankly for a moment. Dou Changxiao’s heartbeat was still pounding fiercely, this time pressed tightly against his chest.

This guy was in his susceptible period; you couldn’t take what he said seriously. Ning Zhu believed it was just a casual lie. Considering Dou Changxiao’s usual attitude toward him—including the power drill incident from two days ago—it really did seem more like a lie.

But Ning Zhu still turned his head back slightly and said, “You don’t like me. You’re just in your susceptible period, so you want my pheromones.”

He felt the person buried against his neck freeze.

Then, Dou Changxiao stopped seeking warmth from him, propped himself up slightly, and said, “I like you.”

Under these circumstances, Ning Zhu actually smiled—it was like he was wearing a veil of illusion, making his expression hard to read. His voice was soft and gentle as he said, “What you like is my pheromone.”

Dou Changxiao repeated, “I like you.”

“But my surname is Ning.”

“I like the one whose surname is Ning.”

Ning Zhu narrowed his eyes and corrected him, “You like the pheromones of the one whose surname is Ning.”

Dou Changxiao stared at him.

The two stood facing each other for a few seconds.

Dou Changxiao suddenly grabbed his chin, bent his neck, and bit down on Ning Zhu’s lower lip with his canine teeth, holding no back.

Ning Zhu quickly felt a warm sensation seep into the gap between his lips—the taste of blood…

This was far more brutal than the time he’d bitten his ear. The pain made his whole body shudder; he unconsciously parted his lips to cry out, but his voice was silenced by Dou Changxiao’s lips and tongue.

The other man’s tongue worked furiously inside his mouth, licking and sucking, sweeping over his teeth, the back of his tongue, and his palate. As if driven by a desire for vengeance.

Ning Zhu was teased until the back of his tongue ached, and he couldn’t stop salivating. His breathing gradually grew labored. Dou Changxiao pressed down on the tip of his nose, allowing only a small amount of air to reach him.

The slight suffocation made Ning Zhu’s eyes grow moist, and the corners of his mouth as well. An overflow of fluid mixed with blood trickled from the corner of his lips, tracing the contours of his face down to behind his ear, where it vanished into his hair.

“Mmm…” His eyes blazed with fire, and his ears flushed crimson.

He wanted to spit out everything in his mouth, but Dou Changxiao’s tongue gently swept across his upper palate. His throat contracted and relaxed reflexively, and Ning Zhu instinctively swallowed the liquid mixed with blood and the other man’s scent.

He froze for a moment.

The sound of his swallowing drowned out the wet sounds of their lips and tongues entwined. Dou Changxiao suddenly pressed his hips tightly against him, letting out soft, pleasurable gasps as he kissed him even more deeply.

Ning Zhu suddenly fought back, clenching his teeth and biting down hard on Dou Changxiao’s tongue. The latter let out a pained groan but didn’t pull away; instead, he hooked his fingers around the back of Ning Zhu’s neck and returned the bite.

The kiss grew even more intense. After a moment, Ning Zhu gave up.

He politely cursed Dou Changxiao’s ancestors eighteen generations back in his mind, gasping for air while continuing to swallow.

He stopped struggling, but he didn’t respond either.

Dou Changxiao kissed him for several minutes before slowing down and pulling away.

His lips were bright red from the kiss, his eyelashes half-lowered, his mood visibly low.

Two streaks of tears still ran down the right side of Ning Zhu’s face; his nose and eyes were all red. He looked far more bedraggled than Dou Changxiao, and there was nothing pitiful about him.

He turned his face away and wiped the tears onto his suit, which had been crumpled and wrinkled from the rough handling.

He remained silent the whole time, a surge of anger rising in his throat.

First kisses are bullshit! He didn’t care one bit.

But swallowing another person’s saliva… that was absolutely beyond what Ning Zhu could tolerate.

He desperately wanted to curse.

…But he didn’t dare right now.

Which made him even angrier!!

“I like you,” Dou Changxiao continued.

After speaking, he lowered his head again, but instead of a deep kiss like before, he merely brushed Ning Zhu’s lips with a light, fleeting touch.

Ning Zhu had been scared off by the kiss; this time, he finally didn’t protest.

Dou Changxiao stared at his face, his mind foggy as he waited for something. But the person beneath him remained silent, as if he’d lost his voice.

He didn’t tell him, “I like you too,” nor did he lean in to kiss his cheek.

Dou Changxiao waited for what felt like an eternity, growing even more impatient than Ning Zhu. He furrowed his brow and kept it that way for a long while.

Seeing Dou Changxiao staring at him without a reaction, Ning Zhu assumed that was the end of it.

Just as he stood up to leave, Dou Changxiao grabbed him by the waist.

“Where are you going?”

Ning Zhu: “…………”

He almost asked: What else do you want to pull?

“I’m going…” He swallowed hard, suppressing his anger. “It’s pretty late. I’m going back to the bedroom to rest.”

Dou Changxiao: “We’re partners. Where exactly do you plan to rest?”

Ning Zhu: “.”

Getting into it, are we? He said, his voice twisted with sarcasm, “Classmate Dou Changxiao, do Alphas experience a drop in IQ during their heat?”

“Don’t call me ‘classmate.’ I’m your boyfriend, not your classmate.” Dou Changxiao continued answering the question: “There are similar symptoms.”

Ning Zhu gave a cold chuckle, “I see.”

“Let go of me. I’m going out.”

Dou Changxiao: “No.”

“I’m going out!”

Dou Changxiao shouted even louder: “No!”

Ning Zhu took two deep breaths.

He held it in. He couldn’t get angry at this guy with his lowered IQ—at least not right now.

He began to regret why he’d lost his mind back then and kissed the other guy. It was all because this little brat was too good at playing the victim during his vulnerable phase.

“Dou Changxiao…” He took another deep breath. “You said if I kissed you, you’d let me go. Aren’t you keeping your word?”

Dou Changxiao remained silent.

Ning Zhu exhaled in relief.

This kid was a bit of a moral crusader in certain respects… As for why “certain respects”—because a true moral crusader wouldn’t agree to be kept.

Dou Changxiao looked at him, then averted his gaze.

Then he flat-out nullified the promise at its source: “I never said that.”

Ning Zhu: “…………”

He couldn’t hold back: “Damn it! Then I didn’t kiss you just now either!”

He blurted out, trying to provoke him: “Our relationship is pure and simple—a clean, straightforward transaction. Who likes you? Who’s your partner?! You sell yourself, I pay you. It’s that simple.”

Dou Changxiao suddenly fell silent, gazing deeply at him.

Ning Zhu stared back at him, his face expressionless.

He’d already kissed him and swallowed his saliva. What else could happen? If this kid got angry and decided to get physical…

Just as he was thinking this, the hand gripping his waist actually moved.

Dou Changxiao twisted his waist, flipping him over so Ning Zhu’s face was pressed against the bed, out of sight. He leaned in and pressed himself against him.

Was he marking him? Ning Zhu hesitated for a second, then gritted his teeth and decided to fight it.

Damn it, if this kid dares to go through with it, I’ll just settle the score later.

Just then, a hand started at his lower back, traced the curve of his waist to the front, and landed in a rather unsavory spot.

Ning Zhu: “……”

He was so overwhelmed by the touch that his mind went blank. He stared blankly for a moment, until that hand moved slightly upward to brush against the belt of his dress pants.

Ning Zhu’s voice trembled: “What… are you trying to do now?”

Behind him, Dou Changxiao spoke in a detached tone, his voice icy: “Mating.”

“………………”

Ning Zhu froze for two seconds, then began struggling desperately.