Wan Fuqi's breathing was ragged.
His gaze lingered on Alpha's heavily panting lips for a moment before, as if suddenly persuaded, he withdrew the pheromones that had been tormenting Li Mao body and soul and stopped pressing him so aggressively.
He leaned in, wanting to steal a kiss.
But those coveted, cool lips slipped away in an instant.
Li Mao turned his head aside and avoided Wan Fuqi's kiss.
Wan Fuqi froze for a moment, then finally placed that kiss, poised to strike, against Li Mao's neck.
He freed one hand and used his fingertips to lift the loose hair by Li Mao's cheek, tucking it behind his ear with familiar tenderness.
"Are you determined to make trouble today or what?"
That gentle tone did nothing to lessen the force of his words.
Without the coercion of pheromones, Li Mao's condition improved considerably.
He shot Wan Fuqi a sidelong glare. "The one who's d-determined to make trouble today is y-you, isn't it?"
When he took A-Qiang's call this morning, he hadn't avoided Wan Fuqi. Though the man's hearing wasn't particularly good, he had still heard every word of the conversation.
It could be said that he knew the entire sequence of events, clear as day.
Before leaving, Li Mao had also come to an agreement with Wan Fuqi, and he hadn't neglected him on WeChat either.
What gave him the right to interfere in Li Mao's affairs without permission, then turn around and blame everything on him?
Even if theirs was only a relationship in name, this was far too unfair.
"It was you," Wan Fuqi said decisively.
"Because you have absolutely no awareness of being my boyfriend."
"You didn't come home to have dinner with me, yet you're here eating food another woman made herself."
"You won't even let