After putting away the hearing aid and clothes, Wan Fuqi finally raised his head. Expressionless, he looked at Li Mao, who had smoked a cigarette down to the filter, and said flatly, "Will letting it out make you feel any better?"
Li Mao, who had thought he held the upper hand, immediately regretted his impulsiveness.
He seemed to understand why Wan Fuqi had not used pheromones to suppress him this time.
So it had turned into another carefully laid trap.
Li Mao let out a self-mocking laugh and did not answer Wan Fuqi.
He merely turned sideways to stub out the spent cigarette in his hand, then mechanically lit another.
When Li Mao ignored him, Wan Fuqi tugged at the aching corner of his mouth and forced a smile.
It was a rare smile, one pitiful enough to stir sympathy, but unfortunately, Alpha would not even spare him a proper glance.
"Li Mao, you aren't as afraid of me as you used to be anymore, are you?"
Though it was a question, Wan Fuqi's tone was so certain that it gave no room for denial.
Hearing this, Li Mao finally deigned to shift his gaze and glanced sideways at the Enigma talking to himself.
Yet he still said nothing, merely watching like a detached audience member waiting for the next line in the play.
Wan Fuqi's smile faded as he continued, "I never expected that I'd have to push you this far before you'd stop looking at me through that fake mask of yours."
"Back then, I always wanted you to behave, because you were the Alpha I chose. Fate was supposed to stay obediently by my side, but you always seemed determined to resist. So I thought I should teach you a lesson, make you understand that leaving me