Suppressing his wheezing, slowly calming the anger in his chest, he lowered his head to look at Yang Huaijin, who was holding onto his waist. The boy’s fair face was filled with fear and worry. He had become much thinner lately, weak and unable to resist, half kneeling on the ground, holding onto himself tightly—he was afraid he would kill someone.
A sour feeling surged in Feng Zhi’s heart, one he had never felt before. He wanted to lift Yang Huaijin with one hand, but found that his blood-stained hand would dirty the other’s clothes. His outstretched hand hesitated and withdrew, afraid of dirtying Yang Huaijin, who was so clean…
Feng Zhi bent down, planting a kiss on Yang Huaijin’s forehead, and said, “I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t allow it.”
Yang Huaijin widened his eyes in surprise, then suddenly everything seemed to spin, as Feng Zhi lifted him up by the waist.
“A-jiu… A-jiu…” Yang Huaijin stuttered.
Feng Zhi didn’t respond to him. He got up, led him out of the basement, locked the door, and carried Yang Huaijin towards his own room.
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With this commotion, the two returned to their previous silent state, neither mentioning the kiss again.
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Only then did Yang Huaijin realize that Feng Zhi was referring to the pheromonal scent emanating from him, which explained why he hadn’t seen much of Feng Zhi these past few days.
Yang Huaijin obediently walked towards the bathroom door, but suddenly halted his steps, looking at Feng Zhi, “A-jiu, why did you… kiss me just now?”
Feng Zhi’s breath hitched, instinctively turning his head away to avoid Yang Huaijin’s gaze. There lingered a faint scent of orchids in the air around him, not as intense as typical floral scents, but carrying a cold and sharp fragrance with hints of vegetation, reminiscent of rain and the mountains. It was incredibly pleasant, inviting closer inspection yet seemingly dissipating in the air, elusive and alluring. And Yang Huaijin was the source of this pervasive fragrance, intoxicating to the senses.
Yang Huaijin smelled so good, Yang Huaijin was so pure. He was still in college, an inexperienced student, smiling more beautifully than the sunlight, showing kindness to him without any guard… But he deceived such a Yang Huaijin, causing him to be imprisoned, causing him so much harm. Yang Huaijin was an Omega with exceptionally good genes. He was about to be taken away. If he couldn’t save him in time, Yang Huaijin might become a plaything for some Alpha or a vessel for bearing children… Thinking of the scene he saw in the basement today, the desire to kill surged in Feng Zhi’s heart once again.
An alpha’s speed was extremely fast. Feng Zhi appeared in front of Yang Huaijin almost instantaneously. His eyes were blood-red as he pressed Yang Huaijin against the wall, staring fiercely at the fair and beautiful face in front of him. He said, “They are going to take you away. Do you know what you will experience after being taken away? If you don’t want to be taken away…” Feng Zhi paused for a moment, then continued to speak each word clearly, “If you don’t want to be taken away, let me mark you.”
Feng Zhi had been thinking about this for several days, ever since the ‘training’about controlling pheromones on Yang Huaijin began. When he found himself irresistibly drawn to Yang Huaijin’s pheromones, this idea suddenly came to his mind. Yang Huaijin was a clean Omega with excellent genes, but what if Yang Huaijin was tainted? What if he was no longer the desirable Omega?
This idea was too tempting. Coupled with Yang Huaijin’s pheromones overflowing these past few days, Feng Zhi began to uncontrollably fantasize about Yang Huaijin’s body, imagining what it would be like to have Yang Huaijin pinned beneath him.
But how could that be possible? Yang Huaijin must hate him beyond measure, so how could he ever let Feng Zhi mark him?
So, in his impulsiveness, what slipped out of Feng Zhi’s mouth was a threat—”If you don’t want to be taken away, let me mark you.” At that moment, he even thought, why not just force Yang Huaijin like this? He would be good to him, even if their beginning stemmed from rape.
Then, Feng Zhi saw Yang Huaijin’s lips, so close, parting and closing again, the sound of his voice entering his ears as if it were slightly delayed, only caught by his brain after a moment’s pause.
He said, “Okay, you can mark me.”
Feng Zhi stared at Yang Huaijin’s lips in disbelief, his hand trembling involuntarily as he held onto the person’s fingers. His voice became hoarse, “Do you know what you’re saying?”
Yang Huaijin leaned forward, proactively approaching Feng Zhi, and whispered clearly in his ear, “I said you can mark me, mark me for life.”
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