PMWAIAAPM Chapter 7

Chapter 07

After knocking on the door for a long time without any response, Xing Yang was preparing to go home to get his spare key.

Inside, Tan Zhiyu was peeking through the peephole, feeling sour in his heart.

Was it because he had brought him over in the middle of the night that he wasn’t happy, so he frowned?

He was going to leave after waiting for two seconds at the door—didn’t he really care about him, right?

So, did he really not like him?

He didn’t believe it.

How could there be someone in this world who didn’t love him?!

And now he was going to leave?

After going back to his room, would he come again? He clearly had his own house key but still chose to knock, which clearly showed that he didn’t see him as family. Xing Yang really didn’t love him, sob sob sob.

Really, there was someone who had no interest in his face, sob sob sob—

But what to do? He had nothing but his face, sob sob sob sob—

What if his wife didn’t like him? Sob sob sob—

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Just as Xing Yang turned around to go home and get the key, the door creaked open.

“Hmm… who is it…” Tan Zhiyu pretended to be clueless and used a bubbly voice as he opened the door.

The scent of roses wafted in with a warm glow, and the shadow of a tall figure loomed over him.

Xing Yang was almost weakened by the scent, hastily supporting him and asking, “What happened to you? Are you sick?”

He had been perfectly fine during dinner.

Tan Zhiyu was exhaling hot air onto his collarbone, his breath brushing against his neck, whispering, “I don’t know…”

His body was hot, and his originally fair skin showed a hint of light red.

“Knowing you’re sick, why would you shower without drying your hair? You’ll get a fever.”

Xing Yang’s brows furrowed even more as he helped him inside.

Tan Zhiyu’s sensitive phase didn’t make him clingy, but he was energetic, becoming exceptionally excited when he caught the scent of omega pheromones.

Xing Yang’s body, which wasn’t sensitive, was somewhat painful when dealing with an Alpha like him not in heat.

He helped him into the bedroom.

Tan Zhiyu awkwardly turned his face away, seemingly still sulking.

Xing Yang poured him a glass of water, rolled up his sleeve, sat on the edge of the bed, and worriedly touched his forehead, his concern spilling out: “Did I offend you somewhere?”

Tan Zhiyu turned his head and remained silent, biting his lower lip, his shoulders shaking pitifully.

His pheromones filled the room, as if hiding a blooming red rose in every corner.

“I don’t want your help; it’s once a month, and it’s not the end of the month yet.” He grumbled in a muffled voice.

“We are partners.” Xing Yang said.

He was in his pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing no glasses, warmth still radiating from having just gotten out of bed.

He didn’t even specifically say the word “lover.”

“Partners? I can’t tell.” Tan Zhiyu snorted coldly, sitting up and sizing him up: “You went to the hotel with Jiang Cheng.”

Xing Yang: “?”

Didn’t he clearly explain it before? What was he still mad about?

But what was he mad about?

“In the future, you can find him during your heat period; I don’t need your help during my sensitive period anymore.”

Xing Yang felt that Tan Zhiyu was like a golden retriever who was inexplicably angry, throwing a toy bear at him in frustration, then turning his back to ignore him.

Xing Yang sighed deeply, smiling helplessly as he poked at his back: “But I’m your omega; it’s my duty to help you during your sensitive period.”

“I think you’re falling for me; otherwise, how could you have an omega rushing to mark someone?”

Tan Zhiyu turned around with a grim face, staring at Xing Yang’s lips, waiting for him to speak.

Admit it!

You have to admit it!

Xing Yang was taken aback; under the dim light, he only saw that exquisite profile, a flawless testament like a beautifully carved statue. The deep green eyes were captivating, the reddened eye corners more alluring than the fairies in ancient texts. He steadied himself, moving his gaze away, hesitating before saying, “I don’t.”

If he were to fall for someone like Tan Zhiyu, he would be very troubled.

“The prenup states I won’t fall for you; I can do it.”

Worried that Tan Zhiyu would be concerned, he assured while injecting himself with heat-inducing medicine, “I swear.”

Tan Zhiyu: “…”

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Meeting Xing Yang truly felt like hitting an obstinate wooden block.

“What kind of injection are you taking?” Tan Zhiyu asked hoarsely.

He had already caught a whiff of a herbal scent slowly dispersing. Even if the sensitive phase was fake, the attraction between the two was real; he couldn’t help but swallow.

Xing Yang’s skin was sun-kissed from his youth at the construction site, a honeyed wheat color, as though drawing close to hug him brought him near to the sun.

“Pheromone booster.” Xing Yang’s expression was calm as he explained, “I’m not in heat now; it’s just easier to use this.”

It sounded like he was completing a task.

Tan Zhiyu’s heart sank.

How was this any different from a husband unable to perform each month but having to hand over the harvest and also having to take medicine?

Was he such a despicable person?

He was Tan Zhiyu! Sleeping with him, and still had to take shots and pills! That was too much! This was simply humiliation.

He wanted to tell Xing Yang to get out! He didn’t need to do this! Go away!!

Roaring inside, but after Xing Yang had his injection, it was clear something kicked in quickly. He shed the upper part of his pajamas, revealing a perfect, firm chest and abdominal muscles that were more defined than a model’s.

That serious man turned around, like a well-behaved cat offering him its neck, the roots of his ears blushing honeyed red, his eyelashes fluttered as he dared not stare into his eyes: “Mr. Tan, you can bite now.”

Tan Zhiyu: “…”

This man looked average, yet how did his words have a hint of charm when they came out of his mouth?

“Oh… then, I’ll be gentle.” Tan Zhiyu turned his eyes away, feeling guilty.

He initially just wanted to act out his sensitive phase and have Xing Yang come over to comfort him; he didn’t expect there would be unexpected gains?

Tan Zhiyu admitted that he was wide awake that night.

Unlike the last two times, when he satisfied his physical needs and ignored him afterward, he now carefully observed Xing Yang’s expressions, his voice, and the enticing lines of his back.

His body was beautiful.

Tan Zhiyu couldn’t remember what he was like during his crazy sensitive phase, savoring the scent of ebony, as if chewing on some pastry, lips and teeth lingering on it.

Scorching like flames, there was a moment of dazzling brilliance akin to white phosphorus burning.

Xing Yang, dull-witted, diligently aligned with his rhythm; at the moment their pheromones intertwined, he became like a moth drawn to the rosy glow.

Xing Yang actually wanted to pretend to be very seasoned, but he always revealed an innocent vulnerability that suggested he had been abandoned, looking somewhat lost.