The earlier brush of his lips against Shen Zhixiao’s cheek had been a desperate, haphazard move born of panic. Qiu Sui hadn’t thought there was anything wrong with a quick peck on the cheek at first, but now, seeing Shen Zhixiao’s blatant gesture, he belatedly felt a flush of embarrassment.
He instinctively averted his gaze and tugged at his clothes, trying to make the Alpha let go.
But the Alpha remained unmoved, gripping his shirt tightly. His red, swollen eyelids drooped slightly as he fixed his stare on Qiu Sui’s lips, repeating the same demand over and over.
Qiu Sui couldn’t imagine how awkward things would be once Shen Zhixiao’s Susceptible Period ended and he remembered all this. He tried prying off those five fingers, but the Alpha—who hadn’t eaten all morning—had far more strength than he did.
The gap between Alpha and Beta became glaringly obvious in that moment. Qiu Sui knew they couldn’t keep this up; if Shen Zhixiao’s fever spiked again, it would be over.
With that thought, he struggled in place for a few seconds. Finally, under that intense stare, he fluttered his lashes and quickly pecked the Alpha’s cheek again before awkwardly stepping back, hoping it’d make him let go.
When there was no response, Qiu Sui’s heart clenched. He looked up to see the Alpha frozen in place, color flooding back into his face.
Qiu Sui felt a surge of alarm, but nothing else seemed amiss. He pried at Shen Zhixiao’s hand again, and this time it came free easily.
He grabbed three Suppressants from the drawer, stuffed them into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder, ready to change clothes first.
The Alpha, now somewhat composed aside from his heavy breathing, followed closely at his heels.
Qiu Sui found the master bathroom, swiftly shutting the door on the Alpha tailing him. The other man jiggled the handle frantically and pressed against the frosted glass, calling out to his baby in a panicked voice.
Qiu Sui’s heart raced as he stared at the shadow on the frosted door. That glass looks flimsy—with Shen Zhixiao’s build, one punch could shatter it.
Fearing he’d actually do it, he quickly soothed, “I’ll be out in a second.”
The Alpha pressed his ear to the door, gripped by intense panic at the separation. His fingers clawed at it desperately, only calming briefly when Qiu Sui spoke—but silence from inside soon had him agitated again.
The dried stains on his body made Qiu Sui rinse off quickly. His legs felt weak as he braced against the wall, a shameful sense of being watched washing over him, especially with that tall shadow looming just beyond the frosted glass.
He struggled into the pants he’d brought, regretting his choice yesterday—a pair of shorts that only reached mid-thigh, leaving the marks on his inner thighs partially exposed with every step.
After changing, Qiu Sui noticed the shadow at the door had vanished. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief and went to the sink to wash his face.
The warm water sharpened his senses. He cupped some to rinse his mouth, and his sluggish brain began to churn. He couldn’t sort out if the dream from his differentiation was real or not, but Shen Zhixiao liking him meant they weren’t heading toward that dream’s ending.
But will Qiu Shun be affected?
He leaned on the counter, staring at the dripping water, his heart still heavy.
Before he could dwell further, a noise came from the side door. He jolted and turned to see the shadow plastered against it again, muffled calls for him filtering through as the handle rattled.
He wiped the water droplets from his chin, about to call out and open the door—when the jammed handle clicked open.
Seeing Shen Zhixiao’s off state, Qiu Sui’s heart went numb for a split second. As the Alpha lunged, he frantically pulled a Suppressant from his bag.
One hand fended off Shen Zhixiao’s rabid-dog bites at his neck while the other jabbed the needle into his arm.
The Alpha was harder to control this time. The needle scratched two gashes on his arm, potent Pheromones bursting from the blood—but Qiu Sui couldn’t smell them.
He repeated the same trick, pressing his lips to Shen Zhixiao’s fever-hot cheek. In that brief daze, he plunged the needle home. The routine was starting to feel practiced.
As his temperature normalized, the Alpha’s tears flowed again. He even thrust his injured arm in Qiu Sui’s face, pointing at his cheek.
Qiu Sui clutched the empty syringe, momentarily wondering if he was the one desperate for a dose. How can he act so brazenly entitled about this?
Stunned, he thought it was hard to connect this man with the usual Shen Zhixiao.
The cuts were still bleeding. Qiu Sui trembled his lips, then lightly ruffled that head. Seeing the Alpha squint in pleasure, he tested, “This okay?”
The eyes snapped open, unmoved. Qiu Sui kept rubbing, mimicking how he’d pet a friend’s dog—from the top of the head down the back. The Alpha really did lower his head like one, letting out a soft hum.
Qiu Sui objectively noted the Alpha wasn’t so different from a dog—marking territory with Pheromones, biting, even Knotting during mating…
He zoned out inappropriately. When he stopped, Shen Zhixiao’s eyes sharpened open.
The Alpha’s superior physique healed the wounds quickly. Qiu Sui pulled back his hand, pointing mercilessly at the scabbed cuts. “There. Your wounds are already scabbed over.”
Unwilling, Shen Zhixiao reached to pick at them—only for Qiu Sui to smack his hand away. He stood obediently, watching in confusion as Qiu Sui packed his bag and led him out of the bathroom.
Qiu Sui’s phone had charged enough. He checked the time—nearly noon—and his empty stomach growled fiercely.
But these clothes weren’t practical for going out; he couldn’t just head straight to eat. He’d have to tough it out and order delivery to the dorm.
Glancing back at Shen Zhixiao, still unnaturally deep in his Susceptible Period, he remembered the Alpha had classes this afternoon—and had already skipped a morning one after being late last night.
A pang of pity hit him. He extended a hand. “Do you remember where your phone is?”
Shen Zhixiao stared at his palm, nodding slowly. Qiu Sui told him to fetch it, but instead, he stepped closer.
Qiu Sui let the Alpha guide him. It wasn’t far—the nightstand. He’d just overlooked it.
Qiu Sui shoved the phone in the Alpha’s face for facial unlock, declaring like he was proving his innocence, “I’m just helping you ask the counselor for leave.”
Opening WeChat, the pinned chat at the top caught his eye immediately. He hadn’t meant to snoop, but the label was glaring—and the profile pic matched his own exactly.
Exactly the same?!
Qiu Sui clicked in on impulse. The chat history confirmed it—this was his WeChat!
Staring at “wife” and “baby,” he nearly exploded with embarrassment.
He shot a complex glance at the dazed Alpha. His good impression of Shen Zhixiao finally cracked a little.
Flushed hotly by the label, Qiu Sui quickly backed out, found the counselor’s chat, and requested leave for him before closing WeChat.
On impulse, he opened the SMS app and searched his own number—no records.
He checked the contacts too—nothing.
Of course. I never gave him my number.
Feeling silly for his suspicion, he set the phone down. But Shen Zhixiao’s breathing grew heavier again.
Qiu Sui couldn’t smell the intensifying Pheromones, but he sensed the shift. He pulled out another Suppressant, rubbing the Alpha’s head while jabbing his arm.
In just a day, Shen Zhixiao’s arm was riddled with needle marks. Qiu Sui winced at the sight—the effects were wearing off faster. What happens after I leave?
Though unfamiliar with Alpha Susceptible Periods, Qiu Sui sensed something off. He pulled out his phone to search.
Results showed Alphas could develop antibodies to standard Suppressants, reducing efficacy.
He glanced at Shen Zhixiao, then searched symptoms, memory loss post-Susceptible Period…
Encyclopedia noted Alphas sometimes forgot their dazed state. Qiu Sui breathed a little easier—better than both remembering.
I’d rather bear these embarrassing, impulsive memories alone. No mutual shame, no awkward blame.
Hand over his forehead, he thought in troubled confusion.
Realizing Shen Zhixiao had a severe Susceptible Period with antibodies, Qiu Sui wondered how he’d managed before. Did someone help with injections?
The Alpha’s veins throbbed visibly under taut muscles from the restless Pheromones. Hunched over pitifully despite his nearly two-meter frame, he looked almost pitiable.
Qiu Sui readied the last Suppressant, calling slowly, “Shen Zhixiao.” Softly, he asked who had helped him with Suppressants in past Susceptible Periods.
No answer—the Alpha just tried to close in. Qiu Sui pressed his head, rubbed twice, and asked again.
The Alpha’s eyes fluttered shut, a faint sound rumbling from his throat.
Qiu Sui listened intently.
“Want… you…” Shen Zhixiao slurred.
“…”
No answers. Qiu Sui called medical services for a house visit.
At least Shen Zhixiao rattled off his address lightning-fast.
Eyeing the Alpha’s bare torso and obvious shorts, Qiu Sui worried it’d shock them. He rummaged the wardrobe for clothes and underwear, making him dress.
Shen Zhixiao resisted. With medics en route, Qiu Sui lacked time to wrangle—promising another cheek peck, he averted his eyes while the Alpha changed.
Susceptible Period Alphas replenished energy with nutrient solutions, but Qiu Sui didn’t dare give any.
Medics were nearly there; he dosed the stirring Alpha once more.
When they arrived, Qiu Sui sighed in relief, handing Shen Zhixiao a nutrient drink while opening the door.
The strangers triggered the Alpha’s stress response. Clutching Qiu Sui, he endured the four medics’ stares, awkwardly explaining.
The professionals, used to ABO couples, handled it efficiently—but the nutrient-boosted Alpha was fiercely strong, taking time to subdue and fit with a Bite Guard.
One medic disapproved at Qiu Sui. “Don’t baby your boyfriend too much next time. Wait for us before giving nutrient solutions—Susceptible Period Alphas are masters of deception.”
Qiu Sui flushed crimson. He wanted to deny it, but the hall mirror reflected the kiss marks trailing from his neck to collarbone. Throat tight, he could only shamefacedly ask for a bottle of Pheromone Blocking Spray.
Handing Shen Zhixiao to the experts, Qiu Sui shouldered his bag slowly. Before leaving, he glanced at the Alpha—curled fearfully on the sofa under control, Bite Guard in place.
Those tear-red eyes brimmed with pain and grief, every attempt to reach him restrained. From afar, it felt indescribably cruel.
Treating them as a couple, the medics waved him off, suggesting he stay elsewhere for a few days.
Qiu Sui snapped back to his senses at those words. He took half a step back without explaining that he actually didn’t live here, simply nodding silently as he closed the door.
The Alpha, who had been collapsing emotionally and thrashing about, went eerily still the instant he realized that figure could never appear before him again.
The four medical staff jumped at the sudden change in him.
They hadn’t even powered on their various devices yet. In the end, they hurried out of the apartment just a few minutes after Qiu Sui.
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