The scene with Yan Sichen was the most intense, the female Omega's slender, pale legs wrapped around him, the Alpha lowering his head to kiss the nape of her neck.
"Master Yan," the female Omega's voice trembled intensely, "That's the scent gland, can you please not kiss there anymore?"
Yan Sichen looked up, his gaze shifting to Lu Mohan and Pei Zixian.
"What do you think," he asked, a bit breathless, "if Jinghuai were here, seeing this scene, what would his reaction be?"
Lu Mohan didn't stop his movements, his voice cool. "Call us filthy, then slam the door and leave."
Pei Zixian chuckled lightly. "He might even say: 'You Alphas, is there nothing else in your minds besides this?'"
Yan Sichen was amused. He gripped the Omega's waist in his arms, his movements rough.
"Once he's tasted the pleasure," Yan Sichen said, laughter in his voice, "he won't say things like that anymore."
"When the time comes, we brothers can send someone his way, pull him into the fun. It'll be a riot."
Lu Mohan gave a noncommittal "Hmm."
Pei Zixian adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing slightly behind the lenses.
"The prerequisite is," he said, "that Su Jingsheng can really make him see the light."
Yan Sichen lowered his head, pressing his lips to the Omega's scent gland on her neck.
The female Omega shuddered violently, her pheromones surging forth uncontrollably.
It was a floral scent, quite alluring.
Yan Sichen let out a satisfied sigh.
"Then it depends on her skills," he murmured, his voice muffled.
"But I'm actually a bit looking forward to it."
"Seeing our aloof Young Master Bo's noble face, flushed with desire."
"It would definitely..."
He laughed.
"Be incredibly hot."
At the apartment, Bo Jinghuai returned relatively early.
He pushed the door open.
Su Jingsheng was curled up on the sofa, a thin blanket over her, fast asleep.
She lay on her side, her face buried in a cushion, only half visible. Her lashes formed dense shadows, her lips slightly parted, her breathing soft.
Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs, revealing two slender, pale legs—slim, long, white, and tender.
Bo Jinghuai stood at the doorway for a few seconds, watching, then walked over quietly.
He bent down, reaching out to pick her up.
The moment his fingertips touched her shoulder, Su Jingsheng woke.
She opened her eyes drowsily, saw it was him, blinked, then her eyes curved into smiles.
"Jinghuai," her voice was soft, sticky with sleep. "You're back."
Bo Jinghuai made a sound of acknowledgment and withdrew his hand.
"Why sleep here?" he asked.
Su Jingsheng sat up slowly, the blanket slipping to her waist.
"I was waiting for you," she rubbed her eyes, her voice a bit hoarse. "I waited and waited and fell asleep."
Bo Jinghuai didn't reply. He turned and walked towards the kitchen.
He poured a glass of water, took a sip, and looked back at her.
Su Jingsheng was still sitting on the sofa, hugging the blanket, her eyes following him.
Like a little cat waiting for its owner to come home.
"Are you hungry?" Bo Jinghuai asked.
Su Jingsheng shook her head. "Not hungry."
She paused, then said in a small voice, "I just feel a bit unwell."
Bo Jinghuai put down the water glass and walked over.
"Where do you feel unwell?"
Su Jingsheng looked up at him, her fingers lightly pressing against her chest.
"Here," her voice was faint.
"It feels stuffy, hard to breathe."
Bo Jinghuai frowned, reaching out to feel her forehead.
Normal temperature.
"Let's go to the hospital," he said, his brow furrowed.
Su Jingsheng grabbed his hand, shaking her head.
"Not the hospital," her voice was soft. "Holding me will make it better."
Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then bent down and picked her up, blanket and all.
Su Jingsheng let out a soft gasp and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Bo Jinghuai carried her towards the bedroom.
"Jinghuai," Su Jingsheng called to him softly.
"Hmm."
"You smell so good." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath.
The scent of snow pine, crisp and clean. Just smelling it made her feel so much better. Her body felt lighter, less drowsy, the palpitations gone.
Su Jingsheng nuzzled against him affectionately.
Bo Jinghuai didn't speak. He entered the master bedroom and placed her on the bed.
But Su Jingsheng refused to let go, still holding onto his neck.
"Let go," Bo Jinghuai said.
Su Jingsheng shook her head. "No."
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening.
"Lie down with me for a little while," her voice was coquettish. "Just a little while."
Bo Jinghuai watched her for a long time.
Then he sighed and lay down beside her.
Su Jingsheng immediately snuggled closer, burrowing into his embrace, resting her head on his arm.
Her sweet fragrance instantly enveloped him.
Bo Jinghuai's body stiffened slightly. Remembering the bold words he'd just spoken in front of his brothers, he turned his head away, not looking at her.
He repeated in his mind: She's a gold-digging social climber, only after your money.
Maybe also after your highly compatible pheromones.
She's just lusting after your body, doesn't like you as a person at all.
But Su Jingsheng had already closed her eyes, murmuring softly, "This feels much better."
Bo Jinghuai didn't move, letting her lean against him.
Only when the girl seemed to have truly fallen asleep did he turn his head back, looking down at her.
She looked utterly docile, not at all like her former self, her features relaxed as if having a pleasant dream.
He stared for a long time, then, as if bewitched, lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.
He himself was startled by the action.
Su Jingsheng opened her eyes at that moment.
She looked at him, her eyes bright, filled with laughter.
"Jinghuai," she whispered, "you kissed me secretly."
Bo Jinghuai's ears grew warm. He averted his gaze.
"I did not," his voice was somewhat stiff.
Su Jingsheng smiled, leaning in to peck his lips.
"Then I'll give it back," she said, her eyes curved like crescent moons.
Bo Jinghuai stared at her face, so close, his throat tight.
He raised his hand, cupping the back of her head, and lowered his mouth to kiss her, his tongue seeking entrance to taste her sweetness.
Su Jingsheng let out a muffled whimper, her fingers clutching his shirt.
Bo Jinghuai kissed her fiercely, as if venting all the restlessness pent up throughout the evening.
His other hand slid to her waist, kneading the soft flesh through her dress.
Su Jingsheng's body went limp, melting into his embrace, parting her lips to let him deepen the kiss.
After a long while, Bo Jinghuai pulled back slightly.
Both their breaths were ragged.
Su Jingsheng's lips were even more flushed and moist, her eyes misty with unshed tears, gazing at him dazedly.
Bo Jinghuai's thumb brushed the corner of her mouth.
"Su Jingsheng," his voice was terribly hoarse.
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
Su Jingsheng blinked. "Doing what on purpose?"
"Pretending to be pitiful on purpose," Bo Jinghuai stared at her. "Trying to seduce me on purpose."
