PMWAIAAPM Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Xing Yang sighed softly, the corner of his mouth revealing an ambiguous smile, “Sorry to make you cry…”

Tan Zhiyu hugged his waist, his childlike nasal tone a bit muffled, “It’s okay…”

“I thought you would be happier about the divorce.”

Tan Zhiyu looked at him with discontent; he just wanted to make this alpha not sad, never imagining they could be together.

“It’s what you wanted to try; you begged me…” Tan Zhiyu bit his neck, mumbling, “Also, the first requirement for trying with me is to keep your distance from Jiang Cheng.”

Xing Yang spread his hands, “Someone just said… that even if I cheat, as long as that certain someone doesn’t find out, it’s fine…”

“Who said that?” Tan Zhiyu’s canines grazed his soft neck.

Xing Yang felt a bit ticklish and laughed.

Xing Yang’s legs rested on the edge of the sink, the large ornament hanging on him; the scent of alcohol from the man’s body mixed with the closeness of the alpha, creating a dreamlike illusion, pulling him into an embrace that was hard to grasp.

The man reached out and touched Tan Zhiyu’s face, the damp tears making his fingertips glisten.

“Are you laughing at me?” Tan Zhiyu glared at him with annoyed eyes, his dimpled smile infuriatingly adorable.

“No,” Xing Yang whispered, “It’s just that your personality is quite different from what I imagined.”

“What did you imagine?” he asked.

“Definitely not like this.”

They had only married a few months ago. Before that, Xing Yang’s understanding of him came only from films and television. Tan Zhiyu was fair and beautiful, stunning like a fairy, always maintaining a taciturn demeanor in front of the media. At least from the first glance, he seemed unapproachable; maybe he was gentle, or he could be domineering, but he was certainly not the type to cry.

The strong contrast made Xing Yang unconsciously want to gently touch his cheeks to confirm he hadn’t really caught a fever.

So cute…

Xing Yang slightly tilted his face, the warm breath brushing against every pore of Tan Zhiyu’s delicate, fair cheek, making his heart swell.

“I think I’m drunk.”

Xing Yang’s voice was soft. The scent of ebony pheromones was much more honest than his words; in the enclosed space, fragrances melded, mingling with a rose scent, as if stepping into Monet’s garden, the light poured down like diluted honey. Xing Yang said, “What should I do? It seems my suppressants aren’t working.”

The glands on the back of the man’s neck were burning; after locking eyes with him for just two seconds, Tan Zhiyu’s hand suddenly wrapped around Xing Yang’s waist, his handsome face pressing down urgently: “If you want me to mark you, you can always ask…”

Despite being domineering words, they came out of Tan Zhiyu’s mouth like a puppy’s whimper.

Eager to take a bite.

Xing Yang’s fingertips hooked onto his tie, smiling, “Please.”

He enjoyed catering to Tan Zhiyu’s feelings; he loved seeing him happy, and as long as Mr. Tan was happy, he was happy.

The soft roses were not gentle in their dominance, the male scent intertwined with deep kisses, transmitting pheromones to each other. Their compatibility was extraordinarily high; at the moment of their passionate kiss, they wanted nothing more than to merge into each other’s very being—so fervent, like a fiery rose.

Neither of them had much technique in kissing; all they had was an instinctive reliance on urgency. Xing Yang’s lips and teeth ached from being bitten, and he let out a muffled sound, just as he was about to push away, his palm was wrapped tightly.

He was an omega, and his breathing suddenly became uneven, leading to a warm flush spreading through his chest, his breaths becoming shallow, each one reliant on Tan Zhiyu, inhaling his rose scent. Xing Yang’s fingertips trembled, awkwardly attempting to embrace him.

Being bitten was Tan Zhiyu’s childish punishment.

Even after the bite, Xing Yang didn’t mind, the subtle salty-sweet flavor mixing as he waited for the next wave, wet and sticky.

“Mr. Xing, are you not ready yet? The driver is already downstairs.” Outside the door, Secretary Wang knocked, the background noise mixed with a few bosses’ polite laughter.

Through the door, the clear laughter contrasted with the sticky, warm closeness of their lips tightly pressed against each other.

Xing Yang felt Tan Zhiyu punishing him as he rolled and twisted his gland with his fingertips, unable to let out even a sigh.

At that moment, he gazed into Tan Zhiyu’s slightly red fairy-like eyes, and he felt a kind of tricked sensation. This alpha was childishly retaliating against him: “Don’t let anyone else…”

Xing Yang wanted to say he had no one but him.

But they were urging from outside, and Tan Zhiyu asked, “Zhiyu, is Mr. Xing very drunk?”

Tan Zhiyu pressed his forehead against Xing Yang’s, feeling the man’s slightly hot body temperature as he replied, “Very serious.”

Then, he lowered his voice, pressing close to Xing Yang’s skin, “What should we do?”

Tan Zhiyu saw his trembling reflection in Xing Yang’s slightly reddened pupils, “If it spills out too much, maybe the people outside will smell it…”

He was intentionally being mischievous, wanting Xing Yang to lower his head just to coax this childish person himself.

Just a while ago, it was he who said he would take a step back, and now he was petty enough to want to be coaxed.

“Will coaxing make you less angry?” Xing Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if on purpose they let their pheromones spill out.

The low, woody scent quickly wafted between them, the omega’s concentration gradually rising. Xing Yang seemed unafraid at all of exposing his pheromones; looking at Tan Zhiyu with bright eyes, he asked back, “Then, will you let my scent out?”

At that moment, the shrewd businessman façade was undoubtedly revealed.

Xing Yang was initially afraid, afraid that his scent would spill out, but seeing Tan Zhiyu like this, he was no longer afraid; he could even gamble a little.

An alpha’s possessiveness over an omega.

Who will bow down first…

“Threaten me.” Tan Zhiyu’s throat tightened, his body instinctively heating up, the crimson in his eyes masking his earlier childishness.

“Not at all.” Xing Yang hooked Tan Zhiyu’s tie, biting his lip heavily, gifting him with a bloody sweetness, “I’m just trying it out with you…”

Xing Yang knew how to manipulate feelings well; he could make Tan Zhiyu cry effortlessly, and he could make him endure the heat of his gland, wishing to indulge in this restroom.

“Since you’re not afraid of your father finding out outside,” Xing Yang’s lips curled, “how about marking me here for real?”

Tan Zhiyu just wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, make him bow his head, but unexpectedly, Xing Yang was challenging his authority.

At this moment, the alpha had thoughts of wanting to destroy him, the darkness in his heart amplifying repeatedly, trapping him tight in front of the sink, locking the restroom stall behind him: “Mr. Xing has vomited, I’ll help him clean up.”

“Yes… Young Master Tan… is very impressive…” Xing Yang’s voice was hoarse, his throat tight.

Tan Yushen outside paused, twisting the handle wanting to come in: “Need help? My secretary brought some hangover soup…”

But his words seemed unfinished as he was called back by President Wang from behind, insisting he needed to go down.

Inside, with the silver-white handle slowly returning to its original position, the madness within was reflected…