PMWAIAAPM Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Before Xing Yang could react, a huge bouquet of roses smashed into his face, petals raining down like confetti, leaving him seeing stars.

In that instant, he was relieved that he didn’t go for cosmetic surgery out of insecurity; otherwise, his nose might be ruined, and repairing it would be a hassle…

If his emotional relationship with Tan Zhiyu were public knowledge, tomorrow’s trending topic might become: [Tan Zhiyu, domestic violence].

He didn’t understand what had happened, struggling to look at Tan Zhiyu’s beautiful face, which was full of grievances, and nervously swallowed.

“I—”

I didn’t toy with you.

Just thinking about how Squidward would toy with Patrick’s feelings made him chuckle.

“You still dare to laugh!” Tan Zhiyu wiped his face, leaving a bit of moisture on the satin sleeve of his pajamas. “Divorce, I will hire the best lawyer for the divorce! You think you can just get rid of me with half of your fortune? No way!”

Their three-year contract was to be ended prematurely, which was unethical; he would make Xing Yang pay for this!

Then, with a bang—

The front door shut, a gust of wind almost made Xing Yang’s eyes shut tight.

He was shut out again.

Xing Yang: “…”

It’s over, he’s been thoroughly hated again today.

Xing Yang picked up the card on the floor and quietly knocked on the door: “Mr. Tan… I smell your pheromones…”

Through the thick door, that strong rose fragrance seeped through every crack—perhaps from the flowers thrown on the ground—but Xing Yang insisted it was his pheromone, rich and captivating, making him want to see him.

He gently knocked on the door, his tone soft: “Do you need help?”

“No need.” The person inside grumbled, obviously leaning against the door but stubbornly refusing to open it.

Sometimes, Tan Zhiyu hated how polite Xing Yang was. He clearly had his own key, he could just barge into his own house, domineeringly give him that boring, bland pheromone, or kiss him hard, bringing that ordinary face close to him, coaxing him. Maybe they wouldn’t be arguing then.

So, he transferred all his unhappiness from tonight onto how overly polite Xing Yang was.

Outside the door, Xing Yang sighed helplessly: “Your pheromones will make you uncomfortable if you don’t handle them. Even if we’re on a cold war pause, can we at least share a goodnight kiss?”

He pleaded softly, resembling a poor man who had been thrown out of his house.

After waiting quietly for a few seconds, Tan Zhiyu inside anticipated that he might unlocked the door and barge in with a key. Why!!

Why didn’t they just live together from the start!!

Why had he claimed that living under the same roof with Xing Yang would give him nightmares? If he were to go out now, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

He peeked through the peephole at Xing Yang’s awkwardness, feeling not the slightest bit satisfied. If…

If he didn’t open the door soon, he would miss today’s goodnight kiss.

Xing Yang picked up the bouquet of roses, even clutching the petals in his palm. He leaned down, sniffing the rose fragrance that resembled Mr. Tan’s scent; just as he was about to leave, the door opened.

He smiled, but was interrupted by Tan Zhiyu: “I’m not going to reconcile with you.”

“I still hold my opinion, I dislike you, and I don’t like people who don’t keep their promises. You’ve handled Jiang Cheng’s situation poorly. If you want a divorce, you’ll have to negotiate with my lawyer.”

Xing Yang couldn’t help but chuckle softly, with his dimples showing in his short hair, his expression suddenly sweet and indulgent, bringing Tan Zhiyu back to that summer when he was four or five years old and his parents hadn’t divorced yet.

“What are you laughing at?”

Xing Yang shook his head, placing the petals in his palm, gently rubbing his fingertips: “You opened the door, so our cold war should pause now.”

“If it’s paused, do we still need the goodnight kiss? My scent might help you sleep better.” Xing Yang wasn’t much shorter than him; all he needed was to face him, and the sincere smile in his eyes held an unexplainable meaning that Tan Zhiyu couldn’t grasp.

Just how ordinary was Xing Yang’s appearance? So normal that during school days, a glance would make him seem honest, and then one would forget his face in an instant. Just like his pheromones, it was merely the scent of trees after rain, often smelled but never breathtaking.

But when Xing Yang actually leaned in closer, his lips lazily curling up, bearing the air of a mature man, he said playfully: “I’m asking you, why aren’t you answering?”

He was so polite, even using the respectful form.

Since he had so sincerely invited him…

“Alright then.” Tan Zhiyu felt a bit anxious, his cheeks suddenly warmed, and even his chest felt hot.

The petals in his palm felt warm, and the light kiss on moist lips—Xing Yang wasn’t the type of omega who carried a heavy scent, but every inch of his body had a hint of ebony fragrance, revealing itself through his skin and subtly in his tongue. Tan Zhiyu felt somewhat passive, suddenly realizing he was the alpha.

Why should he be led around by the nose by Xing Yang?

He was the 1!!!

“Hmm—” Xing Yang’s back was forcefully pressed against the door, the clumsy return kiss fierce. To be honest, neither of them had much experience in this regard; it was merely a physiological instinct, and their only experimental subject was each other.

Tan Zhiyu’s pheromones were abundant, like a radiant sun.

With his pheromones, the excitement during the sensitivity period could drive one to a frenzy; his neck was covered in little pinpricks. Xing Yang’s desires surged, pressing forward, tightly captured by Tan Zhiyu’s forearm.

When they were pressed together, their chests contacting each other, Xing Yang touched his face: “Why are you so fierce?”

Because he was the 1!

“Do you want to touch me?” Xing Yang was a normal man; when he wanted something, he wouldn’t lie, especially since the soft pajamas laid everything bare.

Turns out, the bank card wasn’t just for paying duties.

This was it.

Tan Zhiyu’s childishness was evident; his under-three IQ had been exposed, and with Xing Yang’s pheromones making him feel restless, he bit down hard on the man’s lip, tangy blood perfumed the air, and then he pushed him away, preparing to close the door: “Cold war starts.”

Xing Yang: “?”

Caught off guard.

Come on—

Xing Yang, utterly confused, glanced at the space between Tan Zhiyu’s legs, which was just as hard as his own, even just as hard as that furious kiss a moment ago.

Wasn’t his pants like this, and now he was closing the door?

“You…” Xing Yang froze, even hesitating slightly.

“Thank you for the goodnight kiss, Boss Xing. It was truly uncomfortable. You still have other people; you can easily call Jiang Cheng and tell him what just happened between us in terms of pheromone reactions. Let’s see if he drives over to accompany you.” He sounded so proud, like a little child showing off for no reason.

Nerves…

Xing Yang’s father hadn’t even come yet, and he had already been harshly shut out with a bang. He took a moment to steady himself: “Tan Zhiyu.”

“Xing Yang, you should go back to sleep; we’re arguing.” A petulant voice came from inside.

Who acts like this? He was literally about to take off his pants! The stingy person was taking revenge on him!

Letting Xing Yang understand the consequences of offending Tan Zhiyu!

That is, it was painfully unbearable; that floral fragrance felt no different from boiling hot lava. The man quietly stood at the door for a while, realizing the one inside truly wouldn’t open the door. He lowered his head helplessly and said dejectedly, “Alright then, goodnight.”

Two doors separated the two people.

Xing Yang placed the retrieved roses at the head of the bed. The bright red roses curled softly under the gentle light of the bedroom, a large orange cat strolled in from the living room and finally flopped down at his feet: “Meow~”

The large orange cat seemed particularly excited, sniffing his rose scent, rolling around several times on the ground before rubbing against his palm.

“Meow~~”

Xing Yang picked up the orange cat: “You’re so chubby now; you can’t have any more snacks.”

This orange cat was old, twelve years old, plump and fluffy under his care. It liked the scent of Xing Yang, and it was rare for an old cat to be this excited.

The orange cat rolled onto its back and accidentally knocked over a photo on the bedside table.

“Be careful.” Xing Yang picked it up, hesitating for a moment but not putting the photo back on the table. Instead, he opened the drawer to hide it.

In the photo, Xing Yang wore a white tank top, a yellow safety helmet on his head, smiling with a few coworkers. That year, he had dropped out of high school and was working odd jobs at a construction site, taking on a small project with a few brothers, earning barely four thousand yuan in profit, which was his first bucket of gold.

Each face was smudged with dirt, yet they smiled brilliantly, glowing under the scorching sun with their tanned skin.

There were four people in the photo, of course.

If counting Tan Zhiyu, the celebrity spokesperson appearing on the big screen in the background, there should be five.

Xing Yang wiped the photo and opened the sleep aid bottle on the bedside table. Holding the orange cat, he fell asleep, patting the wall above his head. By this account, there was less than 30CM distance between him and Tan Zhiyu—a very small, close distance.

Xing Yang pursed his lips, reminiscing about that seemingly indifferent yet incredibly childish man.

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone to apologize.”

That way, he wouldn’t miss him.

Tomorrow morning, he wouldn’t talk to him; otherwise… his efficiency at work would drop again.

Sigh…..

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As for next door…

Tan Zhiyu had already buried his head under the quilt, regretting to the point of wanting to throw up blood.

He almost slapped himself several times, wondering why he cared so much about appearances!!! Did Xing Yang, looking at him, have pheromones or was he truly in love??

He definitely liked him, right? No, if merely having a physical reaction counted as liking, then how could the words “friends with benefits” exist in this world?

Love was truly the most difficult subject to study in the world.

“Tsk tsk, look at how greedy he is; he must be incredibly hungry for my body and face.”

After receiving this message, Qiu Jing resolutely blacklisted and deleted him, deciding not to contact him until after the exams were over. Otherwise, what if this low IQ infected him?

Tan Zhiyu believed that today’s tease and retreat would make Xing Yang unable to let go, and tomorrow morning, he would definitely wait for him by the door like a dog.

Maybe he would even give him a good morning kiss.

Tsk tsk…

This brooding man had obviously gone through great lengths to coax him today; he must have already fallen for him! Hahahaha—

Love! Easy as pie!!!

The next morning.

Xing Yang set off promptly at eight after tying his tie.

Waiting at the door, ready to reward Xing Yang with a good morning kiss, Tan Zhiyu: ?

Xing Yang left quickly, even forgetting to take out the garbage at the entrance. He didn’t look back, and in just 20 seconds, he was in the elevator. Tan Zhiyu didn’t even remember to open the door to stop him.

Tan Zhiyu: May I ask?