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"Do you really have to wash off this mark?" Wan Fuqi asked in an indifferent tone only after Li Mao had stammered his way through the whole sentence.

Li Mao shot a sidelong glance at the Enigma, who had wilted like an eggplant struck by frost after hearing him, head lowered so his expression could not be seen.

He let out an "Ah" and retorted, "I-if I don't wash it off, am I supposed to keep it for New Year's dumplings?"

Wan Fuqi said nothing more. He simply got up and walked straight out of the bedroom.

After watching him go for a few steps, Li Mao raised his voice and shouted, "L-let me use your bathroom to t-take a shower! I'll leave once I'm done!"

Wan Fuqi did not slow down. He neither agreed nor refused, merely continuing toward the door.

Watching the back of someone whose moods changed faster than a carousel, Li Mao gave a disdainful snort and muttered, "D-deaf bastard. You've got quite the temper, huh? I-I really don't know what family raised such a l-living ancestor. Can't take a single word of advice. If my He Che acted l-like this mule, I'd have beaten him s-so hard his feet left the ground and his system shut down..."

Last night, Wan Fuqi had occasionally let slip bits of personal information about himself toward the end.

As a result, Li Mao had learned seven or eight tenths of the man's basic details.

His height, weight, hobbies, measurements...

The most explosive one, though, had been: "You're my first Alpha."

At the time, Li Mao had mentally run through every curse word he could think of.

Li Mao sat on the bed for a while. When Wan Fuqi did not come back to cause him trouble, he finally headed for the master bedroom's bathroom.

The place Wan Fuqi had brought him to last night was not the hotel room from before, but a private residence that showed few signs of being lived in.

It was a little cozier than a hotel, and the bed was more comfortable too. When Li Mao got up, his waist did not hurt as badly as it had last time.

He had no interest in enjoying the massage bathtub. He simply went to the shower, turned on the showerhead, and let the warm water wash over his body.

Only after his long hair was thoroughly soaked did Li Mao thread his fingers through it and massage his scalp with his fingertips, easing the faint ache in his nerves.

He pumped some shampoo from the shelf, worked it into a lather, and then spread it through his hair.

After his hair had come loose last night, it had accidentally gotten some on it. Otherwise, he would not have wasted time washing his hair at Wan Fuqi's place.

As the foam diluted and slid down Li Mao's forehead, he habitually closed his eyes to keep it from getting in them and continued rinsing.

Bang!

At that moment, the locked bathroom door was suddenly kicked open, making a considerable racket.

Caught completely off guard by the sudden noise, Li Mao jolted. He immediately tried to open his eyes to see what was happening.

But the moment he opened them a sliver, foam rushed in, stinging his eyes so badly that he hurriedly squeezed them shut again.

The next second, someone pulled him tightly into an embrace, and bitter foam flowed into his mouth.

"Mm..."

Unable to open his eyes, Li Mao made a few uncomfortable sounds of protest.

The large hand supporting the back of his head slid into his wet, slippery hair, just like their fingers had intertwined earlier.

Just as Li Mao was about to suffocate from lack of oxygen, Wan Fuqi turned off the shower above them and mercifully let him go.

"You really have to wash off this mark, right? Then let me help you, darling. You know Enigmas are rare, right? You don't want your husband's mark, do you? Then I'll help you. I'll help you wash away the mark you don't want, okay?"

In Wan Fuqi's arms, Li Mao weakly braced both hands against Wan Fuqi's shoulders. His waist was firmly pinned by those thick arms as he tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, gulping in the humid air of the bathroom.

Wan Fuqi grabbed a clean towel and wiped away the water and foam around Li Mao's eyes.

The moment he could finally open his eyes, Li Mao's first move was to glare at the Enigma before him and curse, "D-did you fucking take Viagra just now?! Get the hell away from me!"

As soon as Li Mao finished speaking, he felt something being placed in his hand.

He looked down and found that it was the vial of pheromones drawn from him that night.

Just as he was wondering what it meant, Wan Fuqi suddenly grasped the hand holding the syringe.

Then Li Mao watched helplessly as he personally injected the pheromones drawn from his own body into an Enigma who would enter a heat-like vulnerable period because of his pheromones.

Wan Fuqi pressed down on Li Mao's thumb and pushed the entire vial of pheromones in.

When the syringe fell to the floor, the floral scent of tuberose erupted and spread through the room. Wan Fuqi visibly descended into madness.

He tightened his jaw and smiled faintly.