Shen Zhixiao took Qiu Sui’s phone but didn’t fill in the details on the screen. Instead, he looked at Qiu Sui and smiled softly, his expression unchanged, before saying warmly, “No need to make an appointment. We’ll just head straight to the hospital.”
Qiu Sui let out a puzzled “Ah?” before realizing Shen Zhixiao meant a private hospital.
The checks for Pheromone Disorder took a while. While Shen Zhixiao underwent them, Qiu Sui could only wait in the family lounge, growing increasingly restless as time dragged on.
Shen Zhixiao hadn’t brought his phone in, so Qiu Sui couldn’t message him for updates. He could only stare eagerly at the door, waiting for him to return.
The hospital air carried a faint disinfectant smell that was particularly unpleasant, stirring up vague unease.
When Shen Zhixiao came back with the test reports, Qiu Sui shouldered his backpack and hurried over to peer at the papers in his hand. Worried, he asked, “How is it? Did the doctor say anything?”
Seeing Shen Zhixiao’s subdued expression, Qiu Sui’s heart sank. He flipped through the reports, but the numbers and abbreviations meant nothing to him.
The bold upward arrows, however, were clear enough—abnormal values.
Large swaths of anomalies appeared across the reports. Before Qiu Sui finished flipping through, his eyelids twitched involuntarily. Then he heard the Alpha beside him call his name softly, his voice thick with anxiety, speaking slowly: “The doctor said I’ve entered the Early Stage Susceptibility Period Deterioration due to Pheromone Disorder.”
Right as Shen Zhixiao spoke, Qiu Sui reached the final page and saw the words “symptoms of Early Stage Susceptibility Period Deterioration present.” His fingers stiffened around the report.
Shen Zhixiao noticed the movement and lowered his lashes dimly, his throat bobbing bitterly. His voice grew heavier: “I know this result is hard to accept, but I’d already prepared myself mentally. Even if it came faster than for most people, I’m not afraid.”
“The doctor said Susceptible Period Deterioration doesn’t have to be treated solely with Omega Pheromones anymore. Medication can control it now. Qiu Sui, I…”
Hearing Shen Zhixiao’s voice tremble, Qiu Sui’s heart twisted. His breathing grew labored as he looked up at the Alpha’s panicked face and cut in: “It’s just Susceptible Period Deterioration.”
He smiled lightly at Shen Zhixiao, closed the report, and reassured him: “We’ll face it together. No big deal.”
Susceptible Period Deterioration was an inevitable issue in AB Romances, the pain of lacking Pheromone bonds. Qiu Sui had considered it when he agreed to date Shen Zhixiao—he just hadn’t expected it so soon.
No medical cases had fully cured it yet, but it could be suppressed to the maximum extent, allowing a normal lifespan with proper management.
Too many factors drove its progression, though. Many Alphas relapsed into Pheromone Disorder from emotional spikes despite meds, accelerating the deterioration.
But Shen Zhixiao’s emotions were stable—he shouldn’t have that problem. Good meds and a positive mood every day, and even this wouldn’t be a big deal, Qiu Sui thought.
Seeing Shen Zhixiao stare at him in stunned surprise at his words, his lashes fluttering slowly, emotions churning chaotically in his eyes—gratitude or something else—rimmed with faint ripples.
Qiu Sui couldn’t resist reaching up to brush the corner of his eye, chuckling a bit: “Are you crying?”
He hadn’t actually touched any tears; Shen Zhixiao’s eyes were just glazed with a thin sheen.
The Alpha gazed quietly at his lightly arched brows, then suddenly bent down and pulled him into a hug.
It was fine in the apartment, but they were out now. Even though the lounge was empty, Qiu Sui startled and glanced nervously around, his hand hovering awkwardly at Shen Zhixiao’s waist before patting his back: “S-someone might come in…”
Shen Zhixiao nuzzled into the side of his neck and murmured lowly: “This is a private lounge. No one else will come in.”
But there’s no door!
Qiu Sui’s peripheral vision caught the open corridor outside as he howled inwardly.
Shen Zhixiao inhaled the faint Green Tea Pheromone from Qiu Sui’s body, tightening his embrace in panic. Suddenly, his voice turned hoarse as he called out, “Baby.”
Qiu Sui’s heart jolted again. His fingers tugged at Shen Zhixiao’s clothes to remind him not to use that nickname in public, but the Alpha’s next words came right to his ear, tone subdued: “If I ever do something wrong, will you forgive me?”
The out-of-nowhere question puzzled Qiu Sui, but linking it to the deterioration report, he replied mildly: “Depends. If you cheat with an Omega, I’ll beat you up.”
“…” The head on his shoulder went silent for a beat, then strangely synced with his thoughts, sounding aggrieved: “Even if it kills me, I won’t seek an Omega for treatment.”
Qiu Sui couldn’t help thumping his back: “That’s not what I meant… I mean, if you really can’t hold on anymore, you can tell me. We can break up amicably.”
But no sooner had he said it than his waist was yanked tight, his chest and abdomen pressed flush against the Alpha’s body.
His spine arched forward uncontrollably from the force, body bowing taut. Panicking, he clutched Shen Zhixiao’s clothes.
“Break up?” Shen Zhixiao breathed raggedly against his neck. For an instant, the calmed Pheromones surged again inside him, nerves twitching, a chill seeping through his cold tone: “No.”
His lips brushed Qiu Sui’s thin neck skin as he spoke, feeling the pulse throb, which steadied his turmoil somewhat. He murmured lowly: “We won’t break up, baby. We’ll get married, start a family, and be together forever.”
Qiu Sui had been annoyed at the sudden tight grip, but the sweet words doused his irritation like water on flames. He fought a rising smile at the corners of his mouth.
He pressed his lips together firmly, clearing his throat awkwardly amid his racing heartbeat: “I was just saying it casually…”
He patted Shen Zhixiao’s back again, wriggling awkwardly: “H-have you hugged enough? My back’s starting to ache like this.”
Shen Zhixiao loosened slightly but didn’t let go, still circling him with arms and body, chin rubbing on Qiu Sui’s shoulder: “You haven’t answered my question yet.”
Qiu Sui had looped back and forgotten the original ask. Shen Zhixiao reminded him in a muffled voice: “If I do something wrong, will you forgive me?”
Besides cheating, Qiu Sui couldn’t imagine what major wrong he could commit. Maybe it was just insecurity.
He tilted his head to look at Shen Zhixiao’s head and smiled: “As long as it’s not a dealbreaker, I won’t mind.”
Shen Zhixiao stayed still and asked softly: “What’s a dealbreaker?”
Qiu Sui pondered, circling back: “Like cheating…”
Shen Zhixiao let out a low “Oh” and fell silent.
Qiu Sui didn’t get the quiet until the next day during a boring class, scrolling his phone and stumbling on a relationship analysis video. The top comment said partners who ask “What if I mess up,” “What if I’m bad-tempered,” “What if I have tons of flaws” usually just crave unique favoritism and firm commitment from their lover…
It hit Qiu Sui instantly—his hospital answer was the polar opposite of the “right” response in the comments.
Chagrined, he smacked his forehead, glaring at the dumb video. I never see this crap usually. But one relationship slip-up, and it auto-pops up. Is this app spying on me?
He swiped it away furiously, but since it finished playing, the app shoved a barrage of similar relationship analysis videos at him.
Thinking of yesterday’s reply, Qiu Sui didn’t skip them. Propping his cheek, he studied the breakdowns word-for-word for future reference.
Qiu Sui felt dating Shen Zhixiao hadn’t changed daily life much.
The Alpha still escorted him to and from classes and meals without fail, just occasionally tagging along to audit classes when free. If anything, Shen Zhixiao had gotten a bit clingier.
Qiu Sui scribbled notes with one hand during class while the other was held under the desk by the Alpha beside him.
He only allowed it in the back row; any farther forward, and he’d feel embarrassed.
Hand-holding while walking was one thing—doing it in class felt overly mushy.
Even I’m embarrassed thinking about it, Qiu Sui mused. In his periphery, Shen Zhixiao sat obediently holding his hand, sneaking peeks at his profile before playing with his fingers.
After the last evening class, Shen Zhixiao swiftly gathered Qiu Sui’s books and pens. Securing them with one hand, he hooked Qiu Sui’s fingers with the other.
Temps had dropped lately; the cool wind made him want to sneeze.
Qiu Sui wore a hoodie, one hand in his pocket, the other enveloped in Shen Zhixiao’s feverish warmth—comfortable enough.
Riding an e-bike back to the dorm would be freezing, so they took the campus shuttle.
The downside: long lines, especially mornings and evenings when it was cold—they sometimes waited two rounds.
They sat mid-shuttle, hands linked, shoulders pressed tight. No chatting amid the noisy interior; they shared earbuds for music.
When Qiu Sui’s hands got mischievous, he’d yank Shen Zhixiao’s hoodie drawstrings, leaving one side short and the black hood bunched crookedly.
Shen Zhixiao fixed them after. Qiu Sui, after fiddling with his phone and looking up, tied their hood strings together—assuming Shen Zhixiao would untie it. Job done, he buried back in his phone.
Only when standing to exit did the strings snag him, revealing Shen Zhixiao hadn’t undone them.
Under stares from passersby, Qiu Sui fumbled to untie the stubborn knot. Meeting the Alpha’s amused eyes, he realized it was deliberate.
Self-inflicted, sure, but Qiu Sui still thumped him.
They shuffled awkwardly off the shuttle, untying as they went, separating the white and black strings just before facial recognition at the dorm entrance.
They skipped the elevator crowd, opting for the stairs.
Walking side-by-side in the quiet stairwell felt comfier than crammed silence in the elevator. Before he knew it, they’d reached the seventh floor without breaking a sweat.
Hand in Shen Zhixiao’s, Qiu Sui walked slowly toward his dorm, lightly licking his lips in the serene atmosphere.
Qiu Sui swiped his keycard to enter. The Alpha followed right behind.
The instant the door shut, a strong force seized his waist and pinned him against it.
His steady breath hitched. He tilted his face up instinctively—and Shen Zhixiao crushed their lips together in a heavy bite.
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