Chapter 110 Part 2

In the upper right corner of the menu, purple vine flowers dangled.

Vine Flower Wine.

Pei Ji’s heart suddenly ached for no reason. He instinctively reached out, his fingers pressing down on the menu the attendant was about to withdraw.

The attendant froze and immediately pulled back his hand, saying deferentially, “Does the gentleman wish to order anything else?”

Shen Yu also lifted his gaze to him. Sunlight half-obscured by dark clouds fell on him like chilly mist. Beneath his pitch-black, fan-shaped lashes, his eyes were quiet, indifferent, and profoundly somber, as if he didn’t belong in this world.

Pei Ji snapped back to attention. He withdrew his hand and said mildly, “Two glasses of Vine Flower Wine.”

“Right away.”

The food arrived quickly. Shen Yu had thought his long-cold stomach wouldn’t adapt, but the chef’s skill was excellent. Before he knew it, he had eaten more than expected.

Pei Ji’s fingers gently rubbed the glass. That intense heart-pang felt like an illusion, vanishing swiftly once his gaze returned to Shen Yu.

Pei Ji felt he should get a health check. Ever since meeting Shen Yu, his heart had been out of control. This couldn’t go on forever.

Pei Ji looked at Shen Yu and smiled as he asked, “How is it?”

Shen Yu’s voice remained cool. “Not bad.”

For Shen Yu’s personality, “not bad” meant it was excellent. Pei Ji smiled slowly. “It’s quiet here. If you like it, we can come more often.”

As he spoke, Pei Ji’s fingers hooked his tie and tugged lightly. He stood from his seat and said to Shen Yu, “I need to talk to the boss. Wait here for me, or come along?”

Shen Yu raised his gaze, looking at him in confusion. He didn’t understand why Pei Ji added “come along”—he didn’t even know the boss here.

But if he couldn’t figure it out, there was no need to dwell.

Shen Yu shook his head. “I’ll wait here.”

“Alright.”

Pei Ji’s footsteps quickly faded. Suddenly, the patter of rain began. Shen Yu looked up and saw that the half-obscured sun was now fully covered. Dark clouds gathered, soon unleashing a steady curtain of rain.

The downpour intensified rapidly, rain drumming on the green banana leaves outside the corridor like boiling water.

Shen Yu stood and leaned lazily against the corridor railing, watching the rainy scene outside the window. When rain didn’t bring pain or disaster, just watching like this held a poetic beauty.

Amid the rain sounds, Shen Yu suddenly heard a familiar voice.

“…came to see Uncle. He’s doing well now. Only here can keep him safe…”

Shen Yu arched a brow.

The voice paused. Its owner rounded the greenery, entering the open view, and quickly spotted Shen Yu leaning by the corridor. Her eyes lit up. She ended the terminal call and called out, “Shen Yu?”

Shen Yu looked over. The omega had long hair and red lips, tall with long legs—it was Flora.

A flicker of delight crossed Flora’s eyes. She approached, her gaze sweeping over him. It was rare to see Shen Yu in light colors. His tall, enviably toned physique and muscles were tucked into a refined, gentle white shirt, softening even his cool, somber aura.

Flora’s gaze swept over the imperceptible red mark in the shadow of his neck, and she couldn’t help but stiffen.

News spread fast. Flora had only realized it that morning in hindsight—she had always thought that model-like alpha hunk was actually an omega…

Good heavens, her heart was truly shattered.

She needed three alpha hunks to heal her.

Flora blinked, not seeing anyone beside him. She pursed her lips, a flash of disbelief crossing her eyes. Unable to hold back, she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and probed, “Did Brother Pei bring you here?”

Shen Yu nodded.

Flora was shocked and terrified for a moment, starting to truly believe that Pei Ji was serious.

Footsteps sounded as Pei Ji walked over. His sturdy arm extended, carrying a layer of vigorous heat, and heavily draped over Shen Yu’s shoulder, subtly pulling the other toward himself.

The young alpha hooked up the corner of his lips and tightened his arm. He casually asked Flora, “Here to see Count Harley?”

Through the thin fabric, a scorching heat source transmitted from his shoulder and back. Shen Yu lowered his gaze and could clearly feel the muscles in Pei Ji’s tightening arm, like an iron brand just heated to melting point.

The hot breath from his speech brushed over his neck. That faint yet equally dangerous scent—whether intentional or not—wafted over the curled edge of the white inhibitor patch on Shen Yu’s neck, invading bit by bit.

Shen Yu felt like he was entirely wrapped in a massive furnace.

Flora nodded. Her gaze darted back and forth between the two. She had wanted to say more, but the terminal communication rang again. After greeting them, she waved and headed deeper into the dim corridor.

Shen Yu glanced over. For some reason, he had the illusion that the deep darkness at the end resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast.

Flora walked into it with her hands clasped behind her back, her steps light and bouncy.

Pei Ji heavily rested his head on Shen Yu’s shoulder.

Shen Yu withdrew his gaze. Pei Ji’s strength wasn’t small—his shoulder instantly went numb. He shrugged his shoulder and asked in confusion, “Did you smell that sour scent in the air?”

“Hm?”

Shen Yu said, “Feels like someone’s vinegar jar got knocked over.”

Pei Ji’s fingers firmly interlaced with his, and he chuckled lowly. “As your boyfriend, I have the right to be jealous.”

“…”

After the freshman transition period ended, classes increased. Shen Yu felt like a spinning top, working non-stop day after day, and he even had to squeeze in time to date a certain someone. In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

That day, Shen Yu finally had some free time. After finishing a mock exam in military studies, he wanted to relax for once.

Pei Ji drove a sports car—a sleek and low-key black supercar that instantly sped out of the Generals’ Graves District where the First Military Academy was located and entered the Neon Ring Backstreet, where lights flowed like rivers in a drunken, extravagant haze.

Light Ring Street stretched like an arc of flame ignited by strong liquor, spreading through the night. Neon lights intertwined between the city districts. At this hour in the evening, it was mostly young people out for fun and revelry.

Colorful flashing signs crisscrossed in the night sky. The entire street drowned in a hazy blur, with tidal waves of music surging toward the boisterous crowds.

The two casually picked a bar. During peak hours at the bar, the more people, the livelier and more fun it got—everywhere were people sharing table seats.

Shen Yu wore an inhibitor patch, so no one in this setting would recognize him as an omega. He had specially worn a short leather jacket that day. With a slight lift of his arm, his smooth, well-defined abs peeked out, making anyone who saw blush and their heart race.

In other people’s words, it was practically tempting people to commit crimes.

Pei Ji wore a turtleneck sweater in the same color scheme as Shen Yu. With their similar builds, wherever they stood, they drew 100% attention. Just as they entered the bar, omegas immediately came up to share seats with them—both female and male.

The group quickly got rowdy and started playing drinking games.

Those omegas might look delicate and dainty, but they were all battle-hardened drinkers with impressive tolerances. Later on, they mixed whiskey bombs into draft beer, with foam rising and falling, downing cup after cup without anyone collapsing. They switched to an even more fun game.

One omega eagerly jumped in with a suggestion. “From left to right, pass ice cubes mouth-to-mouth. Whoever refuses the pass takes the punishment!”

Pei Ji frowned. He rarely saw Shen Yu having this much fun, and he really didn’t want to ruin his mood. But what if, when passing the ice cube later, Shen Yu accidentally kissed someone else?

Pei Ji’s eyes darkened.

At that moment, the proposing omega spun the bottle, and it pointed straight at Shen Yu. Unfortunately, Pei Ji sat on his left.

Shen Yu’s slender fingers picked up an ice cube cut into a small square. His pale lips parted slightly as he took the transparent ice into his mouth.

Pei Ji’s gaze fixed on his lips, trailing over them at an extremely slow speed.

Shen Yu raised a brow and turned to his right.

The omega on his right had a head of flamboyantly pretty red hair. His eyes met Shen Yu’s gaze. Shen Yu towered over him and leaned in slightly.

As Shen Yu drew closer, a fragrant scent wafted into his nose. Beneath the thick, satin-like black lashes, his eyes were sliced by light and shadow, looking impossibly alluring.

The omega heard his own heart pounding non-stop. His face instantly burned red. If not for the dazzling, shifting lights, his blushing face would have been blatantly obvious.

The chill of the ice on his lips drew ever closer. The cube was tiny; to successfully pass it mouth-to-mouth, there was at least a fifty percent chance their lips would touch.

The two drew closer and closer. The red-haired omega blinked, looking at Shen Yu with a hint of shyness. “Bro, brother… can I kiss you?”

Shen Yu blinked. His long lashes cast ambiguous shadows under his eyes. With the ice cube in his mouth, just as the omega leaned in to take it, he was about to pull back—

A highly invasive aura closed in instantly. A strong force yanked him. Pei Ji grabbed his arm and ruthlessly pulled Shen Yu into his embrace.

Their sturdy bodies collided fully.

Shen Yu nearly lost hold of the ice cube in his mouth. He tilted his head up, but Pei Ji completely blocked his view!

Pei Ji’s hand was like iron as he gripped Shen Yu’s cheek firmly. He really wanted to slide his fingers in, along with the ice cube, to tease Shen Yu’s tongue. But he knew Shen Yu definitely wouldn’t like it—there was an eighty percent chance he’d bite his fingers off.

He felt a parched dryness. Pei Ji tightened his grip, ignoring the gasps around them. In front of everyone, he lowered his head and took the ice cube from Shen Yu’s mouth, almost madly plundering all his breath.