“Sang-ge I want to smell your pheromones, just a little, please?”
He pleaded pitifully. At this moment, the beauty in his arms looked up at him, and in his moist black eyes, it seemed as if there were stars twinkling. His crimson lips parted slightly, and he gently bit his earlobe.
“…You’re already hard, do you still need my pheromones to arouse you?”
As soon as Ye Sang finished speaking, Si Fangjing felt his earlobe being teasingly licked by the warm and moist tongue, accompanied by hot breath as fragrant as orchids. The vigorous Alpha boy immediately went into heat. When the elevator door opened, he swiftly carried Ye Sang to his room at the fastest speed, his impatient demeanor making Ye Sang chuckle.
Although the excitement of his Alpha lover was a confirmation of his charm, Ye Sang, in his moment of vanity, momentarily forgot that even a mid-tier Alpha had considerable stamina and endurance. He was relentlessly tossed about by the infatuated Si Fangjing all night long. If it weren’t for the fact that their little puppy was already growling from hunger, he might not have been let go.
As Si Fangjing left the room with a satisfied smile on his face, Ye Sang, exhausted from being tossed around, immediately fell into a deep sleep.
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Whether it was from exhaustion or the unpleasant memories of the song ‘Gloomy Sunday’ from last night, he found himself in a rare childhood dream, though it was not a pleasant memory.
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Little Ye Sang, for his favorite strawberry cake, took care of the strawberries in the greenhouse every day with great care. Not only did he diligently remove pests and fertilize them, but he also carefully brushed away the fine dust on the fruits because the strawberries he was going to give to his mother had to be the biggest and most beautiful!
At that moment, a thunderbolt pierced the sky, illuminating the entire dark mansion as if it were daylight, startling little Ye Sang. He covered his pounding heart and began to count down.
Three, two, one, followed by a loud rumble. The thunder made the glass windows faintly tremble, and soon after, large raindrops pounded on the eaves, clattering like metal, creating a symphony of sound.
Ah, my strawberries… With such heavy rain, will they be ruined? Little Ye Sang thought anxiously, running barefoot into the greenhouse in the yard.
Outside, the rain was pouring heavily, almost to the point of zero visibility. Ye Sang could feel himself soaked through, yet there was no chilling dampness, making him aware that he was indeed dreaming. But even in his dream, he remained fixated on the strawberries he had promised his mother to take care of, so he spread out his feet and hurried towards the spacious greenhouse.
As he stood at the entrance of the greenhouse, looking at the muddy mess on the ground, he couldn’t help but be stunned. The carefully tended delicate fruits, with their lush green leaves, were now withered and drooping. The once luscious red fruits looked like they had been trampled and smashed, with countless maggots wriggling on the broken flesh. Little Ye Sang, looking at his painstaking efforts, couldn’t help but cry uncontrollably, his voice choked with sorrow.
He cried as he walked slowly forward, his tear-filled eyes searching for any surviving strawberries, but unfortunately, his hopes were dashed. He stepped over the ground scattered with the sour-sweet scent of blood and broken flesh, crying uncontrollably.
…Mom can’t make a strawberry cake for me anymore… Little Ye Sang crouched amidst the debris, crying.
“Sang Sang, have you forgotten? Mom and Dad are both dead.”
A soft childish voice sounded from behind him, causing Ye Sang to freeze. He immediately stopped sobbing, mechanically turning his head, only to find someone standing beside him with a face identical to his own.
Before he could react, another Ye Sang rested his shoulder, smiling gently and saying, “Mom and Dad had an accident on their way back to celebrate your birthday.” As soon as the words fell, he pointed to the broken and mashed red flesh on the ground, smiling through tears, “They became just like these strawberries.”
Sudden realization hit Ye Sang, and he couldn’t help but scream out loud.
Ye Sang panickedly opened his eyes to find himself in a luxurious room, the strong taste of bitter chocolate lingering, the scent of indulgence and intimacy… He was fine. He was still on that unfamiliar island. He was Ye Sang, the 26-year-old CEO of a talent agency, not the helpless little boy from his dream just now… With these thoughts, Ye Sang took a few deep breaths, calming himself down, before reaching up to massage his throbbing head due to lack of sleep.
At that moment, his gaze shifted, and he saw a bowl of strawberries on the bedside table—large, vibrant, and enticing. Normally, he would have eagerly reached for them, but the dream he just had left him feeling very uncomfortable. The sparkling, translucent colors of the berries almost hurt his eyes.
Author’s Note:
People who indulge in sex are actually lonely people~
Ouch, what a sad past!
Thanks for the chapter!