PMWAIAAPM Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The alpha chuckled lightly like a scoundrel: “Oh—”

His pheromones and his scent were the same—fiery red roses, not gardenias, not peonies.

Just red, layer upon layer, stripping back the petals reveals the strong fragrance of roses. Those prickly thorns are merely lies afraid of being touched. Once you get past the thorns, there’s his soft flower heart, a deadly lure to any diligent bee wanting to gather nectar.

Tan Zhiyu leaned into the crook of his neck and asked softly, “Do I smell good?”

Xing Yang sighed lightly: “Very fragrant.”

“You didn’t even smell carefully…” The lost little puppy let out a whimper.

Xing Boss thought he might have misheard. He even felt a sudden urge to pat his head.

“I don’t care. If you don’t flatter me, I won’t let you go. You said if I’m uncomfortable, I can find you anytime—it was you who said we are great partners. How come now that I’m feeling bad, you don’t help?”

But you don’t really look uncomfortable…

After all, who stands firm, holding an omega in their arms, even trying to nudge their canine teeth against the omega’s nape, as if trying to force out their heat?

Xing Yang was the only one in the world who believed Tan Zhiyu’s nonsense.

There seemed to be a soft mist in the living room, just inhaling it made one’s heart feel nourished.

Tan Zhiyu, intoxicated, wouldn’t let go, even threatening to bite him.

Xing Boss had several meetings to attend tomorrow morning; if he were pinned down by the alpha at this moment, it wouldn’t be good, and he might not get out of bed easily.

“There are no injectables at your place. I need to go back and get them. If you want to mark me, you have to let go of me for now, okay?” He coaxed.

Tan Zhiyu searched with a somewhat pitiable gaze, and asked hoarsely: “Can’t I go to your house?”

“You’re allergic to cat hair. The cat at my place will make you uncomfortable.” Xing Yang chuckled, rubbing his head, exposing more of his nape for him to smell his pheromones.

Their pheromones were highly compatible; just a little, smelling that hint of fragrance in the air felt like the first bite of summer watermelon, both red and comfortable, soothing to the heart.

“Xing Yang, I really find you annoying…”

“Very, very!!”

He hated Xing Yang, the way he cared about others, this out-of-control illusion, made him hate Xing Boss, yet he cared deeply.

Xing Yang helped him sit on the sofa, his eyes seemingly filled with warm water.

He said, “I’m sorry to make you dislike me.”

“Now the person you dislike wants to kiss you and give you some pheromones to make you feel better? Is that okay?”

Tan Zhiyu let out a cold huff, his cheeks flushed with drunkenness and an undeniable smile.

His soft hands lifted: “No kiss unless you beg me to hold you for a while.”

Beg you?

Hold me?

Xing Boss looked confused but laughed.

Tan Zhiyu leaned closer, his eyelashes fluttering slightly: “Xing Boss, you have a dimple.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It doesn’t look good on you,” Tan Zhiyu said.

“Uh-huh.”

“If I say this, will you think I’m really annoying?” Tan Zhiyu seemed to realize how hurtful his words were, lowering his head like a child who had done something wrong, feeling a blockage in his chest.

He didn’t want to lower his head to Xing Yang; his pride wouldn’t allow it.

He clearly knew he was pushing Xing Yang further away.

A child who had never received preferential treatment would repeatedly push away those who might love him, constantly seeking the security of being loved.

If he really left, he would say: ‘Look, he doesn’t love me at all.’

There’s more to life than just romantic love.

But he really needed love.

Needed a lot, a lot of love.

Xing Yang squatted in front of him, reaching out to embrace him, kissing his earlobe: “No.”

“Xing Boss will never think Mr. Tan is annoying.”

“Really?”

“Can the unappealing Xing Yang with dimples kiss you and give you some pheromones now?”

Tan Zhiyu’s earlobe burned, hesitantly looking at him: “Alright then.”

The proud little cat lowered his head, closing his eyes to feel his warmth.

The ebony wood was heavy, lacking in rich fragrance.

Drenched in roses and accented by green leaves, they bore no difference, but he slowly revealed his true self, aromatic and warm.

Xing Boss’s kissing skills were raw, more like something learned from watching action films, clumsy and tentative, far inferior to Tan Zhiyu who pressed down on him with urgency.

“Mm…”

Tan Zhiyu pinned him down, his gaze sticky on Xing Yang’s glistening lips, breath hot, the scent of alcohol mingling with the boundless rose fragrance, enveloping Xing Yang seamlessly.

The leather sofa stirred; Tan Zhiyu kissed his cheek, neck, while his broad shoulders blocked Xing Yang’s attempts to rise.

“Stop…”

Xing Yang suddenly let out a muffled groan as his desires were uncovered, his eyes filled with panic.

“You haven’t entered your heat yet,” Tan Zhiyu’s hands roamed around his waist.

Clearly, they both had the same-defined abs, yet his touch felt slippery.

“Why do you still have sensations?” Tan Zhiyu asked: “Have you fallen for me?”

“You’re drunk…”

Xing Yang said hoarsely, unwillingly nudging Tan Zhiyu’s palm: “I’m also a man, a creature governed by lower instincts.”

Men in this world were all beasts in suits; he was no exception.

No matter how high Xing Yang’s status, he was clearly aware of his depravity, especially when Tan Zhiyu was pinning him down wanting to mark him, he too would willingly play the submissive role for beauty’s sake.

Tan Zhiyu chuckled at his seriousness, burying his face in his neck, inhaling the fragrance.

Who has ever admitted they aren’t a proper item?

He kissed him goodnight, and Tan Zhiyu sank into the bed. Xing Yang tucked the corners of the blanket for him, returning to the dark corridor with the scent of roses lingering around him.

Tan Zhiyu didn’t sleep.

He just slowly opened his eyes after hearing the door close, the warmth of Xing Boss’s hand felt a bit cold in his palm, and his heart felt empty.

If.

He thought, if.

If Xing Boss asked him to live together, he might consider agreeing.