While Ye Sang was lost in admiration, the man suddenly got up and walked outside the cave, tinkering with something. When he returned inside, he had a bunch of wildflowers in his hand.
…Is he trying to please me? What an old-fashioned move…
Looking at the inconspicuous little flowers, Ye Sang felt both amused and annoyed. Just as he was about to make a teasing remark, the man approached him, furrowing his brows slightly and glancing at Ye Sang’s still intact clothing. This sight made Ye Sang chuckle.
“Alright, I’ll take them off,” Ye Sang said with a smile, as if taunting. His movements to remove his shirt were graceful and slow, as if performing a striptease.
He leisurely tossed his shirt to the ground, then lifted his gaze to the man, chin slightly raised with a hint of arrogance, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “What position do you want?”
A slight confusion flickered in Ai Mo’s deep eyes, his furrowed brows relaxing momentarily before he calmly said, “Just lie down, it’ll be easier for me to move.” With that, he knelt beside Ye Sang, waiting patiently as if for him to get ready.
Ye Sang glanced at the stiff ground, feeling a bit hesitant.
His tender flesh against this rough surface would definitely hurt, but considering their situation, he had to rely on this wilderness survival expert. Moreover, this Beta was of higher quality than any Alpha he had ever slept with. So, offering himself up wasn’t a bad deal after all.
So Ye Sang sighed, spread out the shirt he had just taken off, and obediently knelt on top of it, assuming the posture of a lazy cat stretching.
He lay shirtless on the ground, turning his head to look at the man beside him, and softly said, “Um… could you not… finish inside? It’s hard for me to clean up.”
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As soon as the words left his mouth, Ai Mo’s expression stiffened. He tossed the wildflowers in his hand in front of Ye Sang and then quickly distanced himself.
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──Huh? Wasn’t it the rule of the Jianghu that if there’s no way to repay, one can offer oneself? What does this disgusted look mean? Have I been rejected again?!
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As soon as he finished speaking, Ai Mo stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cave, grabbing a torch along the way. In a deep voice, he said, “Crush the wildflowers and apply them on the sunburn on your neck. It’ll reduce swelling and itching quickly… I’ll find a place outside to sleep.”
Wait, what? Aren’t we supposed to undress and… lie down? He just wants to help me apply medicine, right?!
But before Ye Sang could ask, the man left without a backward glance.
…..Wait a minute, did that guy just cover his nose? Is he disgusted by me? Even though I haven’t showered in two days, I still smell pretty good! Or is he finding my scent too sweet?! My pheromones are not your ordinary honey, they’re like acacia honey, rich and smooth, with a fragrant taste! Ignoring my seductive figure is one thing for this sexually cold iceberg, but to also reject my pheromones is unforgivable!
Usually living in the limelight, Ye Sang couldn’t help but get angry. Glancing at the bundle of wildflowers at his feet, he couldn’t contain his rage and angrily threw the flowers into the burning fire.
— Poker face and sexually cold!
Watching the grass gradually turn black in the fire, Ye Sang remembered the man’s disdainful departure, and he rolled on the ground in anger.
In his fit of rage, Ye Sang momentarily forgot that the highly efficient suppressant he had been taking for a long time could maintain its effect for three days. Even though he had inadvertently released a bit of pheromones due to his excitement just now, it was only a small amount, detectable only by an Alpha with an extremely sensitive sense of smell.
Ai Mo lay on the beach, having a dream after a long time.
He was lying on his father’s thighs, and his father’s long and flexible fingertips were gently stroking his hair, soothing him like a small animal. The warm fingertips brushed over his earlobes, causing a slight itch that made him laugh softly, and then he opened his eyes.
His father’s exquisite yet dignified face appeared before his eyes, smiling with the grace of spring. The scent of laurel surrounded him, strong and fragrant, instantly bringing tears to Ai Mo’s eyes.
“Dad, I miss you.”
When Ai Mo spoke, he realized that he emitted a soft and cute childlike voice. Perhaps in his dream, he was still a little child. Because of this, relying on his young age, he spoiled himself by wrapping his arms around his father’s waist.
His father forbade him from being spoiled, from displaying any unmanly behavior, because all Alphas of the Ai family were the strongest: devoid of likes and dislikes, devoid of joy and sorrow, they couldn’t have any physical or emotional weaknesses; they were to become gods among men.
Dad embraced him tenderly, and Ai Mo buried himself in his neck. The familiar scent of laurel, unchanged for decades, made him feel extremely relieved. He couldn’t help but hold tight to this gentle man who had raised him. The force of the embrace was unrestrained, as if to release the frustration and loneliness of leaving home and wandering for years.
Lost in the warmth of his father’s embrace, a large hand suddenly lifted him by the back of his collar and threw him aside like a little chick. The small Ai Mo fell heavily onto the sofa, but he dared not get angry. He simply sat up slowly—because he smelled a strong smell of gunpowder, mixed with the scent of iron and blood; it was his father.
“Darling, go play in the garden for a while. Dad will come to your room later to tell you bedtime stories…”
Dad said softly, but before his words fell, he was dragged onto the bed by his father’s hand, and the strong smell of smoke and nitrous and the rich scent of laurel instantly filled the entire room, disgusting and strange, fumigating Small Ai Mo’s head, his stomach churning.
Before Small Ai Mo came back to his senses, the serious father who always had a straight face had already torn his Dad’s clothes, although he was still expressionless, his eyes were red, and he was eagerly pressing on the half-naked Dad.
Seeing that Ai Mo didn’t move, his father gave him a cold look and shouted, “Get out now!” After speaking, he bit his Dad’s shoulder hard.
Dad let out a cry of pain, but the long moans were mixed with a sweet nasal sound, grinding down Ai Mo’s eardrums.
“…..Mo Mo, be good, quickly leave…” Dad turned his head, smiling bitterly, waving his hand to signal him to leave.
The oppressive aura from his father made little Mo Mo struggle to breathe, but seeing his dad groaning and whimpering under the imposing figure of his father as if he were a sacrificial lamb, little Ai Mo couldn’t help but clench his fists tightly—he wouldn’t leave. He wanted to push away the man who constantly bullied his dad, he wanted to save his dad!
Author’s Note:
Sang Sang, who’s used to being playful, finally kicked the iron plate, oh, no, it’s an iceberg~ ↑_(ΦwΦ;)Ψ
The iceberg Gong’s emotional coldness is inherent; don’t blame them for being emotionally cold (how many times do we have to repeat this? 😈)”
Aww, his past probably made him not want to have romantic involvement 🤔