Involuntary Symbiosis Chapter 22

Why do you hate me?

Wang Ling had just returned at this moment. He quickly washed up. The night air was chilly, but since he had recovered his previous physical condition, he didn’t feel too cold. He put on his loungewear. The doorbell rang. Wang Ling was tired, so he opened the door without checking the peephole.

He saw the tall figure looming over him. Fu Yaren wasn’t wearing his brown autumn coat; he was wearing a gray turtleneck underneath. The dim yellow light in the hallway softened Fu Yaren’s somewhat sharp face.

“Mr. Fu?” Wang Ling was stunned when he saw Fu Yaren. Shuhua hadn’t informed him, and it hadn’t been long since he had gone through his heat with Fu Yaren. He didn’t invite Fu Yaren in, blocking the doorway as he asked, “May I ask why Mr. Fu has graced my humble abode with his presence?”

Fu Yaren released a faint absinthe Pheromones. Wang Ling’s legs instinctively weakened. He held onto the doorframe and warned, “Mr. Fu, I just finished work, and I have work again tomorrow. I hope you’ll excuse me.”

Fu Yaren looked at him with complex eyes. Finally, he spoke, “Where are the Pheromones belonging to me on your body?”

Fu Yaren’s tone was flat, but the oppressive aura of his questioning did not diminish. Wang Ling had expended a lot of mental energy today and couldn’t be bothered to play games with the other party. He said, “Your Pheromones affect my work.”

“Is that so?” Fu Yaren pinned Wang Ling against the doorframe. He narrowed his eyes and asked, “Why? Do you hate me that much?”

“Why?” As an alpha, Wang Ling naturally knew this was a display of Marking territory and possession. He grabbed the collar of Fu Yaren’s wool sweater, his face only a few centimeters from Fu Yaren’s. The enigma possessed mature masculine charm and aura, but Wang Ling truly disliked the arrogance and coldness of the upper class that clung to the other man.

“Why do your Pheromones affect my work?” Wang Ling looked at the enigma before him, his expression calm. He tugged on the enigma’s sweater collar, then kissed Fu Yaren’s lips.

The Pheromones of both parties spread in their mouths. The moment they separated, Wang Ling said, “Because I’ll be thinking about this.”

Fu Yaren lowered his head and continued to kiss Wang Ling. Wang Ling instinctively tried to dodge, but the other man kept pressing close, refusing to let him leave. Finally, while kissing, Wang Ling used his right hand to grasp the doorknob and open the door. Fu Yaren and he stepped into the entryway.

The next day, Wang Ling looked at the sleeping Fu Yaren beside him and felt like he must be crazy. It truly was a ninety-eight percent compatibility match. No matter how much he disliked and resisted Fu Yaren, his body always accepted Fu Yaren first.

Wang Ling smelled the strong scent of absinthe on himself. No matter how much he resisted, he had to admit that he actually liked this—he liked Fu Yaren touching him, he craved a deeper fusion with Fu Yaren, and he liked being surrounded by Fu Yaren’s Pheromones.

No matter how much he liked these things, he didn’t like Fu Yaren the person. And all Fu Yaren cared about when he came was the Marking.

Wang Ling’s green tangerine scent turned bitter, perhaps due to its mingling with the absinthe.

He got up, intending to go to work, but his hand was grabbed. Fu Yaren opened his eyes, looked at Wang Ling, and then remained silent.

“I have to go to work,” Wang Ling gave him a very flat look, trying to pull Fu Yaren’s hand away, but found the other man gripping tightly. Fu Yaren asked, “Why do you hate me?” Wang Ling coldly looked at Fu Yaren’s clenched hand. Surprisingly, Fu Yaren didn’t force it; he released Wang Ling’s hand.

Wang Ling took clothes out of the closet and put them on one by one, saying, “You lack self-awareness.”