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Qi Zhao paused slightly.
He knew that he had inherited good genes from his parents, so he was considered attractive. Coupled with his regular exercise, people often mistook him for an alpha based on his appearance alone, but a simple pheromone test would reveal that he wasn’t.
—The point was what Qi Wei just said.
Qi Wei was recognized, both domestically and internationally, as a god of beauty. It was said that truly beautiful people were androgynous, and Qi Wei perfectly embodied this saying.
The media often used exaggerated, flowery language to describe him, which seemed over-the-top when read in print. But upon seeing him in person, one couldn’t help but lament the inadequacy of human language, unable to find more fitting words to describe him.
But for someone like that to say he was the most beautiful person in the world… was this a case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder?
Qi Zhao didn’t ask this question aloud, but he still said helplessly, “Er-ge, you’re saying this with that face of yours?”
Qi Wei liked the tone he used, which sounded intimate to an alpha. So his smile deepened. “Ah Zhao, if you ask anyone, they’ll tell you that you’re good-looking.”
Qi Zhao wasn’t the type whose beauty was instantly striking, but the more you looked at him, the more perfect he seemed, and with even more scrutiny, the word “seemed” would disappear.
Qi Wei had countless times overheard younger students discussing Qi Zhao, who hadn’t yet differentiated at the time, saying that he was even more attractive than the A-rank alpha who had already differentiated for half a year.
Qi Zhao’s “beauty” wasn’t just skin-deep.
So many people had been interested in him. Fortunately, he had finally captured him and brought him into his nest.
Before Qi Zhao could reply, Qi Wei asked him with a smile, “Ah Zhao, do you like my face too?”
Qi Zhao paused slightly, blurring the word “like,” and only said, “It’s an undeniable fact that you’re good-looking.”
After saying that, he smiled and returned the compliment. “If you ask anyone, no one would dislike your face, unless they have a preference for unconventional beauty.”
Qi Wei’s lips curved upwards.
He knew Qi Zhao was avoiding the question again, but it didn’t matter. He was still pleased.
Qi Zhao then chose a few suits, and Qi Wei paid for them.
Qi Zhao didn’t refuse. Given their relationship, there was no need to be so clear-cut about such things.
Qi Zhao was still thinking about finding a secluded emergency exit—although the mall was cleared, the staff were still there—when Qi Wei spoke first. “Let’s go to a bespoke tailor.”
Realizing why he wanted to go to a bespoke tailor, Qi Zhao paused slightly. “Er-ge, ready-made suits are fine for me.”
He wasn’t going to be a CEO; why did he need such high-end clothes?
But Qi Wei sighed softly and pleaded gently, “Ah Zhao, I want to see you wear them. Is that okay?”
Bespoke suits were, of course, different from ready-made suits. Otherwise, why would the price be at least double?
How could Qi Zhao refuse such a request?
He could only nod and follow Qi Wei to the bespoke tailor shop.
With the arrival of distinguished guests, the shop naturally made a grand display. Not only were they led to a sofa, but they were also served fresh fruit platters and offered a variety of drinks.
Qi Zhao had received this kind of treatment before he was confirmed as a beta. That’s why Qi Mu had spent nearly a hundred million cultivating him.
As the tailor’s assistant took Qi Zhao’s measurements, Qi Wei watched from the side.
He didn’t know how to do this, so he could only leave it to the professionals. The assistant was very careful, trying not to touch Qi Zhao, but it didn’t stop the alpha’s possessiveness from acting up. He paused while flipping through the design book, tapping his finger lightly on the page. Even though everyone present was a beta, they could still feel the pressure emanating from him.
Qi Zhao glanced at him and saw the alpha sitting on the black leather sofa, staring at him with unreadable eyes, like a hungry beast eyeing its prey, its back tensed, ready to pounce at any moment.
Qi Zhao sighed inwardly. After the assistant nervously finished taking his measurements, he took the initiative to sit next to Qi Wei, their shoulders touching, and even reached out, lightly touching the back of Qi Wei’s hand with his.
The moment he touched that burning temperature, before he could feel anything else, Qi Wei quickly grabbed his hand.
Qi Zhao paused, not flinching, but asked Qi Wei softly amidst the slow music playing in the shop, “Er-ge, does this make you feel better?”
He had been thinking about doing this before, but he wasn’t used to physical contact in public, especially since his relationship with Qi Wei wasn’t as simple as friendship. Of course, it was also possible that because he didn’t have those kinds of feelings for Qi Wei, he found it difficult to accept being intimate with him in public.
But he remembered Qi Wei’s “kindness.”
Qi Wei held Qi Zhao’s hand, tilted his head slightly, met Qi Zhao’s clear and bright eyes, and exhaled silently, his breath hot and heavy. He couldn’t help but move his fingers, interlacing them with Qi Zhao’s.
Qi Zhao stiffened slightly but let Qi Wei hold his hand possessively, his thumb wrapping around the base of Qi Zhao’s.
Qi Wei lowered his head slightly, bringing his face close to Qi Zhao’s ear, and using his superior senses as a super S-rank alpha, inhaled the faint scent emanating from Qi Zhao. “Ah Zhao.”
His voice had become hoarse at some point. “I want to hug you, I want to… smell you.”
Qi Zhao felt a little itchy from his low voice, but he still said, “Then ask them to leave.”
They were currently in the VIP lounge of the clothing store, and with Qi Wei’s status, the VIP lounge provided for him had no surveillance cameras.
Qi Wei curled his lips and glanced coldly at the people standing not far away.
Betas couldn’t smell pheromones, but they could feel the increasing pressure from Qi Wei. The shop owner glanced at Qi Wei and understood what he meant, leading the staff quietly out of the lounge.
As the door closed, Qi Wei keenly heard the click of the lock, which made his suppressed desires surge even more. But in the end, he just stared at the side of Qi Zhao’s neck and asked gently, “Can I hug you now?”
Qi Zhao didn’t realize that this was just a deceptive facade worn by the “monster.” He was still thinking that Qi Wei was truly polite, so he nodded. Before he could say anything, the alpha pulled him into a side embrace.
Qi Wei’s arms were truly long; there was no problem for him to completely wrap his arms around Qi Zhao’s shoulders and waist from the side.
The hug itself was fine, but this time, Qi Wei couldn’t control himself. He pressed his nose against the side of Qi Zhao’s neck and inhaled noticeably. Qi Zhao instantly felt as if he had been “infected,” his whole body burning slightly.
And Qi Wei, at this very moment… even though he was just smelling him, let out a low sigh that made Qi Zhao’s scalp tingle.
As if pleased with having caught his prey, his whole body relaxed.
But the arm that held his upper body captive, like a thick chain, didn’t loosen its grip at all, but instead tightened its hold on him.
Qi Zhao didn’t dare move. Although he wasn’t an alpha or an omega, he still had the human instinct of self-preservation.
His instincts told him not to move.
One wrong move, and he might be torn apart by the overly sensitive alpha lost in his own emotions.
