PMWAIAAPM Chapter 8

Chapter 08

At the end, Xing Yang sent a message to his secretary to adjust the schedule with his last bit of strength.

Mark once, no work for three days.

After confirming that his sensitivity period was over, Xing Yang dragged his soft legs and was just about to get out of bed.

His waist was suddenly grabbed and pulled back, an Alpha leaned over from behind: “Don’t go, stay with me…”

“Is the sensitivity period making you uncomfortable? Do you need my pheromones?” Xing Yang turned around, pressing his forehead against his.

Tan Zhiyu nodded sleepily: “Yes, I’ll feel uncomfortable if you leave.”

Xing Yang frowned slightly and murmured, “How can it be this serious…”

The scent of an omega surely wasn’t addictive to Alphas.

Tan Zhiyu must really be unwell.

He dazed for a moment and said vaguely, “I’m sorry.”

Tan Zhiyu didn’t know why he was apologizing, but he liked seeing this man bow his head.

He generously replied, “It’s okay.”

Then he pulled him into his arms, burying his face in his neck and inhaling his scent.

Heavy, prolonged, yet with a sweet aftertaste like ebony.

Xing Yang let him hold him, his eyelids grew heavy, and he fell asleep.

They were holding onto the brown teddy bear together.

Tan Zhiyu was still not satisfied because Xing Yang was on a mission.

Xing Yang was not in the mood for him.

He quietly leaned closer to Xing Yang’s face; the man was already asleep, his tired breaths hot, murmuring: “Tan Zhiyu…”

“I’m here.”

Still saying he didn’t like him, yet was calling his name in his dreams.

Clearly just being stubborn!

Tan’s lips curved up wildly, the next second, Xing Yang murmured again: “Can’t like…”

Tan: “…”

If he could slap himself back three months ago, would it make a difference?

When he woke up, the curtains were drawn, and it was pitch black.

The person beside him had vanished, but there was still lingering warmth in his arms.

Tan Zhiyu felt empty inside and opened his phone; yesterday’s hot search about Jiang Cheng had all dropped, the page was much cleaner.

“You awake?” A man pushed open the door, holding a cup of warm milk.

Tan Zhiyu sat up, cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow but feeling a bit pleased: “Why didn’t you leave?”

As the milk was handed over, he touched the warm sensation on his fingertips.

Xing Yang lowered his eyes, inky black eyes seemingly engulfed in a calm storm. His fingers, that had been touched, stiffened, awkwardly using the other hand to rub: “Afraid you’d be uncomfortable.”

“So I stayed here.”

Tan Zhiyu took a sip of the milk; it had sugar in it.

“You don’t know I don’t eat sugar?” He frowned slightly.

Sugar accelerates skin oxidation.

Xing Yang chuckled lightly: “It’s sweetener.”

His eyebrows and eyes were curved, as if he already knew Tan Zhiyu had a sweet tooth: “Besides, your appearance looks fine after eating something sweet, you’re handsome no matter what.”

Tan Zhiyu was taken aback.

Very few people knew he liked sweets.

Since his debut, he had set up the image of being cold and unsweetened.

The domineering CEO in novels never drinks coffee with sugar and milk, cool and suave, driving people crazy with infatuation.

But Tan Zhiyu was crazy about sweets; even his mother didn’t know this, otherwise she wouldn’t have specially sent him coffee beans from Africa as a New Year gift.

Liking sweets didn’t seem to match an Alpha’s identity; as a star, he also needed to cut sugar.

This damn omega, after only a few months of marriage, was already plotting to indulge him.

Could it be he wanted to fatten him up, and after he crazily ate sweets, let his skin deteriorate, thereby monopolizing him?

What a wicked omega.

“I also made some cream cakes, want to try? Just to fill your stomach?”

Seeing him staring blankly at the empty milk cup, Xing Yang found him exceptionally cute, resting his chin on his hand.

“Cream cakes? Do I eat such things? You’re kidding.”

He scoffed lightly.

Ten minutes later.

…

“You only made one?”

Xing Yang tied on an apron, stirring the egg mixture: “Afraid you wouldn’t like it, so I made one to try. Is it to your taste?”

Tan Zhiyu used a spoon to scrape the last piece of chocolate cream off the plate, feeling the bittersweet flavor spread over every taste bud, and frowned: “It’s just okay.”

“Is the chocolate a bit bitter? We can try strawberry tomorrow.”

Strawberry!

That’s strawberry!

Tan casually tapped on the table, feigning indifference: “Do as you wish, I’m easygoing.”

Xing Yang pressed his lips together and placed the custard into the steamer: “Alright, I understand.”

He got up early, not only making cream cakes but also peeling lychees and blending crushed ice cubes with lychee juice as a base, topped with a layer of purple sweet potato balls.

“I asked a doctor friend; the sensitivity period might have come early due to heat. Try eating something cold, if it’s not good, I’ll make something else for you, how… about it?”

Before he finished speaking, he turned around to see Tan Zhiyu already standing behind him.

The tall figure enveloped him, long hair cascading down to his shoulders, leaning closer and bringing a strong scent of red roses.

“CEO Xing, you’re busy every day at work? How come you can cook?”

Tan Zhiyu leaned lazily against his back, gently hugging him around the slim waist, whispering, “Still so thin, don’t you eat?”

Xing Yang’s lips pressed tightly, his hands froze.

“You…”

“Don’t misunderstand, just wanted to smell your scent.” He leaned in, his lips grazing behind Xing Yang’s ear, tracing a slow curve, igniting a heat in every inch of Xing Yang’s body.

Xing Yang’s Adam’s apple moved; the Alpha behind him said again, “But you’re filled with my scent, too far away to smell.”

“Come a bit closer, do you mind, CEO?”

“No… I don’t mind.”

Xing Yang lowered his eyes; there was a mole on his earlobe.

In the kitchen light, it looked like a blazing rose, blooming one after another.

“CEO Xing has been accompanying me for this time, the other little lovers won’t mind, right?”

“No others.” He said.

Tan Zhiyu responded with a soft sound, feeling naturally happier.

His canine teeth barely brushed over Xing Yang’s gland.

The man trembled faintly, unable to hold back a light sound escaping from his throat: “Zhiyu, wait…”

The gas was still on.

“I’m not doing anything, CEO, don’t be too nervous.” He smiled.

But seeing a certain part of Xing Yang respond to his touch, satisfaction with the mischief filled his heart.

He said, “CEO’s gland is small, but interest is quite good.”

Xing Yang’s ears flushed red.

“Did I hurt you yesterday?”

“It’s fine.”

“Oh, just fine, huh.”

Looks like he really should learn how to deal with omegas; saying “fine” was like telling a young adult no.

Tan didn’t like this evaluation at all.

But it seemed… he somewhat liked the blushing CEO.

What should he say to trick him into a good morning kiss?