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Qi Zhao realized it.
The moment he sensed the danger, his hair stood on end, goosebumps erupting all over his body. He knew he couldn’t refuse this time.
But he, as he had said before, was stubborn at heart, needing to test the waters, to struggle a little.
Qi Zhao did remember Qi Wei telling him not to move away, but that was about biting his neck, not this. So he thought it would be fine to dodge this time.
So Qi Zhao dodged.
He twisted his waist, trying to avoid Qi Wei’s hand.
But this only made Qi Wei pull his waistband further down and ignited the alpha’s predatory instincts.
Qi Wei released the waistband but placed his hand directly over Qi Zhao’s arousal, his palm and spread fingers gripping him firmly.
The intelligent central air conditioning kept the house at a constant temperature, and Qi Zhao’s clothes were thin. His earlier movement had exposed him slightly, and Qi Wei’s touch made him tense up completely. As Qi Wei pressed closer, his arousal, hard and unmistakable, was like a knife against Qi Zhao, making him freeze, not daring to move.
“…Ah Zhao.”
Qi Wei’s voice was hoarse, suppressing the destructive urge rising within him, as he asked softly, “Do you hate me that much?”
Qi Zhao’s mind was in turmoil, his body tense to the breaking point, and he was stunned by Qi Wei’s question.
…How did the situation escalate to this?
He didn’t hate Qi Wei.
Qi Zhao met Qi Wei’s dark gaze, noticing the faint red tinge in his eyes, and pursed his lips, his voice trembling slightly. “I-I don’t…”
He whispered, “I don’t hate you.”
Qi Wei knew, of course, but he wanted to hear Qi Zhao say it. “Then why are you running?”
Qi Zhao’s ears burned red. Wherever Qi Wei touched him felt like a burning hot iron plate, searing his skin, making him feel at a loss.
He struggled, wanting to escape, but he was trapped, pressed down, sizzling on the hot surface, melting away.
“…Qi Wei.”
Qi Zhao, left with no other choice, finally said, “I’m… a little scared.”
Qi Wei knew.
He knew Qi Zhao had always been afraid.
Qi Zhao knew too much about alphas; this knowledge made him understand what it meant to be with one…
It was truly difficult for a beta to accept an alpha. An omega’s body would undergo certain changes during their differentiation, which was why alphas and omegas were naturally compatible.
And Qi Wei was a super S-rank alpha.
It wasn’t just a matter of time; it was a difficult situation from the very beginning.
So what Qi Wei had to do was to make Qi Zhao understand that he didn’t have to be afraid of their intimacy.
Qi Wei lowered his head and gently kissed Qi Zhao’s lips, his other hand resting on his forehead, caressing his hair. “Ah Zhao.”
He said softly, “Listen to me, you don’t have to do anything.”
Qi Wei whispered, “I told you, I’ll help you, not the other way around. I want to help you, I want to touch you… No, I misspoke. Actually, you letting me help you is also helping me. This kind of intimacy can alleviate my condition, truly, I’m not lying to you.”
Qi Wei wasn’t lying.
For both alphas and omegas, their pheromones were closely linked to their mental state.
Being intimate with Qi Zhao, no matter in what way, could bring Qi Wei a certain level of satisfaction, and the more intimate, the greater the satisfaction. He had been longing for this, and not getting it made him anxious, which wasn’t good for his condition.
So if Qi Zhao agreed… it would truly bring Qi Wei immense joy, and that satisfaction would also affect his pheromones.
After all, Qi Zhao had rejected him so many times. This one agreement would give Qi Wei a sense of security.
The alpha had been lacking security during his seven years of ruts, and to fill that void, his absent partner needed to make more effort.
Qi Zhao didn’t speak immediately.
He struggled to process the alpha’s words, to assess their credibility. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind couldn’t function properly.
And honestly, whether Qi Wei was telling the truth or not didn’t really matter.
It was ultimately up to Qi Zhao. If he didn’t want to, even if Qi Wei was telling the truth, he could refuse, and Qi Wei wouldn’t force him.
He would just be disappointed for a while.
And if Qi Zhao wanted to agree, even if Qi Wei was lying, he could pretend it was the truth.
Qi Wei knew that Qi Zhao not immediately refusing was a good sign.
So he tentatively reached out, his movements slow and gentle, his hand over Qi Zhao’s clothes, like a feather drifting on his skin, blown by the wind, but Qi Zhao also had the right to brush it away at any time.
Qi Wei whispered, “Ah Zhao, if you don’t know what to do, don’t overthink it, okay?”
Qi Zhao truly didn’t know what to do.
He had never imagined being so intimate with someone.
He pursed his lips and closed his eyes, turning his head away.
But this was also a silent consent.
…
Qi Wei’s hands were truly large. Because S-rank alphas were required to undergo military training, he had handled many weapons, his hands calloused.
When he caressed Qi Zhao’s face, it always felt slightly ticklish, a strange sensation.
But at the time, he had liked it.
It was Qi Wei’s unique touch, his body temperature, heightened by his liquor-type pheromones, burning against his skin.
But now, Qi Zhao suddenly didn’t like it anymore.
He had never… touched himself before. Qi Zhao was different from those adolescent boys who liked to discuss and were curious about these things.
Perhaps because he had been focused on his studies and business, he hadn’t had the time or energy for such thoughts.
So Qi Wei’s actions became a form of torture.
Even the simplest touch.
It felt tense and overwhelming, like he was dying.
Sensing Qi Zhao’s nervousness, Qi Wei lowered his head and kissed him. Unlike his previous forceful, almost brutal kisses, this one was incredibly gentle, patiently guiding Qi Zhao, coaxing him to open up.
Qi Zhao actually liked being kissed by Qi Wei.
Perhaps because each kiss carried a suppressed intensity of love.
So he relaxed slightly under Qi Wei’s gentle touch, even unconsciously moving closer.
Qi Wei, sensing his movement, smiled silently, the usual darkness in his eyes replaced by a gentle warmth.
He restrained himself, not saying anything to tease Qi Zhao, afraid of making him angry.
But…
Qi Wei, taking advantage of Qi Zhao’s slightly dazed state, moved his kisses lower.
Qi Zhao moaned softly, instinctively reaching up and tangling his fingers in Qi Wei’s hair. The moment he gripped his hair, Qi Wei kissed him again.
Qi Zhao felt as if he had fallen into a warm, wet, and muddy swamp, instantly freezing, his mind clearing slightly amidst the chaos, then being dragged back into the depths.
He tilted his head back, a faint blush spreading across his body, mingling with the marks Qi Wei left, a beautiful sight.
His muscles tensed, and after a while, sensing the danger, he tried to push Qi Wei away, but he was too weak, his body stiffening in Qi Wei’s embrace, then gradually softening.
But that wasn’t the most overwhelming part.
The most terrifying thing was that he felt Qi Wei swallow, because he hadn’t released him yet.
And after swallowing, Qi Wei carefully cleaned him, then let go and sat up, licking his lips.
Qi Zhao didn’t dare look at him, even when Qi Wei bent down, lifted him from the island counter, and held him horizontally in his arms, he didn’t resist.
Qi Zhao’s mind was blank for a long time, until Qi Wei carried him into the bathroom and asked softly if he wanted to shower.
Qi Zhao finally regained some composure. “…I can do it myself.”
Qi Wei obediently released him, and Qi Zhao realized his limbs were still slightly weak.
Qi Wei truly…
Qi Zhao glanced at him quickly, then averted his gaze as if burned.
After Qi Zhao quickly showered and came out, Qi Wei was still aroused.
It was so obvious that Qi Zhao couldn’t ignore it.
He looked away, wondering if he should help Qi Wei, but…
As if sensing his hesitation, Qi Wei reached out and gently grabbed Qi Zhao’s wrist, pulling him closer into his embrace. “Ah Zhao.”
He lowered his head and kissed Qi Zhao, the fresh scent of toothpaste filling the air. “I told you, I’ll help you, and that’s also helping myself.”
Although Qi Wei’s voice was still hoarse, the satisfaction and pleasure in his tone were undeniable, his momentary unguardedness revealing his true feelings. “I’m full.”
These words were also true.
As mentioned before, for an alpha, especially one of Qi Wei’s rank, Qi Zhao’s scent was unique, irreplaceable, unlike anything else.
Even his taste.
Qi Zhao froze, then looked at Qi Wei incredulously.
Qi Wei also paused, realizing that his words were a bit… much, so he quickly lowered his head and kissed Qi Zhao again, trying to make him forget what he had just said.
But this time, Qi Zhao pushed him away.
Qi Wei stopped and looked down at him. “Ah Zhao…”
He lowered his voice. “It’s my alpha instincts; I’m trying my best to change. Don’t be angry.”
“…”
Qi Zhao stared at Qi Wei for a few seconds, then asked, “Did you brush your teeth?”
Qi Wei knew this meant the matter was settled.
So he nodded obediently. “Yes.”
Qi Wei lowered his voice. “I wanted to kiss you… but I was afraid you wouldn’t like it, so I brushed my teeth.”
Qi Zhao: “?”
He looked at Qi Wei suspiciously. “Why do you sound a little disappointed?”
Shouldn’t Qi Wei have brushed his teeth?
After all, he had just…!
Qi Wei’s voice softened even more. “Ah Zhao, for me…”
“Shut up.” This time, Qi Zhao covered his mouth before he could continue. “Don’t say it.”
Qi Wei hummed in acknowledgment, then took his hand, kissed his palm, and smiled, pulling Qi Zhao into an embrace, sighing contentedly. “Ah Zhao, I really love you so much.”
Hearing this eight hundred times a day, although Qi Zhao’s ears still felt warm, he was gradually getting used to it.
His heart was becoming accustomed to Qi Wei’s warmth.
