Afterward, Yang Huaijin also wondered why they ended up rolling together as soon as they met, to the point where they didn’t even have dinner.
After they had their encounter, the twilight outside had completely descended.
Yang Huaijin pushed away Feng Zhi, who was clinging to him, and sat up. “You did it on purpose!”
Feng Zhi, with one hand propping up his head, lay on his side on the sofa, gently caressing Yang Huaijin’s leg, his voice tinged with a smile. “I told you, you’re just too sweet.”
He leaned close to Yang Huaijin’s neck, as if sniffing his scent. Indeed, Yang Huaijin’s glands were malfunctioning, making him an Omega without a scent. Feng Zhi had only ‘tasted’ that intoxicating orchid scent when he ‘marked’ Yang Huaijin that time, but as lovers deeply connected by pheromones, Feng Zhi felt he could perceive fluctuations in Yang Huaijin’s pheromones. It was a strange sensation, indescribable, but he could sense when Yang Huaijin was calm, when he was excited, and when he was intoxicated by desire… It wasn’t just about smell; the harmonious Alpha and Omega could sense each other’s emotions and physical states.
“Alright, alright, I admit it, can’t I be jealous?” Feng Zhi’s lips pressed against Yang Huaijin’s neck, gently kissing it, his voice low. “You’re being pursued by other Alphas, and I’m not allowed to be jealous? You’ve got to give me some sense of security, like ‘deeply’ searching for it…”
Yang Huaijin had become somewhat immune to Feng Zhi’s rascally behavior recently. Suppressing the sense of shame and the heat rising to his cheeks, he dodged Feng Zhi’s intimate actions and commented, “You’re going overboard!”
“Ryan won’t pursue me anymore.” Yang Huaijin shook his head. “Someone else has already taken residence in his heart.”
The room was only lit by a dim wall lamp in the corner, and Feng Zhi stared at Yang Huaijin in the ambiguous light. The night was deep, with the city lights converging into a faint glow shining through the window. Yang Huaijin was closer to the window, casting his silhouette, with the faint light outlining his facial features, the curve of his lips, his straight nose, and even his long eyelashes…
Feng Zhi still couldn’t recall the past, but recently, he developed a habit of staring at Yang Huaijin. He subconsciously felt very at ease being with Yang Huaijin. It was a strange feeling, as if he had lost his memories of the past, but his body and senses always remembered the other person.
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He wondered what Yang Huaijin looked like when they first met. From the old photos in the file folder, Yang Huaijin during his student days fit all of Feng Zhi’s preferences for an Omega—outgoing, beautiful, confident, and excellent, completely different from his current reserved demeanor. People grow and change, and Yang Huaijin was no longer the young man he once was, but Feng Zhi remained unaware of this due to his amnesia.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable under Feng Zhi’s gaze, Yang Huaijin tidied his hair and said, “Ryan mentioned something else in the letter…”
“Shh—” Feng Zhi leaned in closer, his hand caressing Yang Huaijin’s body, his thighs, waist, and chest. He said, “For now, let’s not talk about others.”
“…” His earlobe was nibbled, and the warm breath sprayed on his neck made Yang Huaijin’s heartbeat quicken. He pushed Feng Zhi away, finding an excuse. “No… we can’t, I haven’t had dinner yet.”
Feng Zhi persisted relentlessly, “Let me eat first.” With that, he lowered his head to kiss Yang Huaijin’s collarbone, then his agile tongue danced over Yang Huaijin’s chest. Then, he bent down and truly began to ‘feast’ on a certain part…
Sometimes, when it comes to teasing desire, it’s necessary to be direct and make the other surrender completely.
The sound of uncontrollable gasps filled the room once again. Yang Huaijin supported himself with one hand behind him, while the other rested on Feng Zhi’s bare shoulder. Desire surged within him as Feng Zhi’s movements stirred him, and he involuntarily tightened his fingers, tilting his head back, his neck elongated, emitting unrestrained sounds from his throat.
His legs were forcefully spread apart, and Feng Zhi’s fingers kneaded the sensitive inner thighs of Yang Huaijin. As Feng Zhi sucked between his lips, Yang Huaijin felt as if he were a drifting leaf thrown into a river, his body surrendered to the uncontrollable current, sometimes submerged by the rapids, sometimes lifted high.
“Mmm…”
Feng Zhi inserted two fingers into Yang Huaijin’s body, causing him to tighten his rear entrance, but also intensifying the sensation of intrusion. Yang Huaijin initially pushed against Feng Zhi with the hand resting on his shoulder, but eventually gave up resistance, letting his fingers slowly glide to the back of Feng Zhi’s neck, entwining them in the other’s semi-long hair.
“Wait… wait a moment…” Suddenly, Yang Huaijin felt something was amiss and reached out to touch his own abdomen.
Seeing Yang Huaijin’s somewhat intense reaction, Feng Zhi also stopped, looking at Yang Huaijin, then followed his gaze to the bulging belly.
In the dim light of the night, but with the powerful senses of an Alpha, Feng Zhi saw Yang Huaijin’s belly move ever so slightly.
“He… moved…” Yang Huaijin’s tone was somewhat incredulous. He had felt a faint movement before, but at that time, the fetus was still too small for him to be certain it was movement. But this time, the sensation was particularly strong, the tiny life within his abdomen asserting its presence.
Feng Zhi pressed his face against Yang Huaijin’s belly, but after a while, there was no further movement. He shook his head, somewhat resigned. “Seems like he stopped moving again.”
Yang Huaijin let out a soft grunt. “Probably having a protest to the fathers’ bed excercise.”
Feng Zhi gently kissed Yang Huaijin’s swollen belly, with a hint of reverence. Then, he sat up and pulled Yang Huaijin onto his lap.
“Protest ineffective!”
Yang Huaijin rested his head on Feng Zhi’s shoulder, amused by his teasing. “Be careful, he might get mad at you.”
His tone was light-hearted, the tiny movement interrupting their intimacy made him feel both amazed and touched. He had once nurtured a small life, but before he could feel any response from that little life, he lost the child.
Although the life in his womb was still very fragile, newborns always had tremendous power to break through past shadows.
Under Feng Zhi’s caress, desire quickly filled Yang Huaijin’s eyes and brows again. He knelt on Feng Zhi’s body, allowing him to control his own body. They couldn’t be too intense, so every intimate moment during pregnancy was prolonged. As their bodies intertwined, sensations surged through them like electric currents, spreading throughout their bodies with each thrust. Yang Huaijin struggled to catch his breath, while Feng Zhi mischievously teased his soft tongue with his thumb, cupping Yang Huaijin’s hot cheeks with adoration in his eyes. He thrust towards the place that made Yang Huaijin tremble, wanting to bring him pleasure but also to tease him until he cried…
In the hazy dimness, Yang Huaijin reached up to touch Feng Zhi’s cheek. He looked at the silhouette of the man before him in the night, with his high nose bridge and handsome face, reminiscent yet different from the boy named ‘A-jiu’ in his memory. After all these years, he knew he didn’t necessarily have to find his ‘A-jiu’ again; he just couldn’t find a reason to fall in love with anyone else.
Today, the dream about Ryan woke him up, reminding him of what Ryan said: If he had been a little braver back then and pursued him, would they have been together?
Probably not.
It’s easy to like someone, but falling in love with someone is difficult. During his student days, Yang Huaijin had never loved any boy who was equal to him, and even during those years in the underworld, he never met anyone who made his heart race. Only that boy named ‘A-jiu’, who once, with guilt and longing, said to him, “If you don’t want to be sent away, let me mark you.” Even the important lifelong marking was nothing more than a ‘threat’, but he nodded and said, “Okay, mark me.”
Does he love Feng Zhi?
He didn’t know, or rather, he didn’t know how to define the word ‘love’. But he found himself willing to shed tears for Feng Zhi, willing to risk his own life to save him.
Sweet (｡ŏ﹏ŏ).｡*♡
Awww~