Think It Through Before You Get Lost

"I know I was wrong..."

"Please don't leave me behind..."

"You don't like obedient ones. If I become disobedient, will you like me even a little?"

"Why don't you like me? Is it because I'm not good-looking enough, or because I'm not obedient enough?"

"You like Mas... Is it because my pheromones smell too bad? But I can't damage my gland. It'll scar, and then... will you think it's ugly?"

"They're filthy. They all want to make me filthy. I only want you..."

Bian He was terribly uneasy in his sleep.

Even weakened to this extent, his little mouth still wouldn't stop talking.

How much did he love Wan Ying's scent to refuse to take off his clothes,

lying grimy and dirty on his bed?

Looks like this bed had to go.

Wan Ying sat beside the hospital bed, watching Puppy lose his mind in his dreams with cold eyes.

His waist really was slim.

From behind... it should be easy too.

The thought surfaced, and he closed his eyes to ease the urge.

What the hell was he thinking?

How could he have such vile, disgusting thoughts?

"Master... I like you so much. I liked you from the first time I saw you..."

"But Master doesn't like me. It must be because I'm too ugly..."

Why was he crying as he spoke?

Tears rolled down like pearls that cost nothing.

Puppy was ugly?

No matter where he looked, regardless of gender, he couldn't find anyone as beautiful as Bian He.

Beautiful enough to make him want to...

Pheromones spilled out.

The scent of catnip filled the entire room, exceptionally refreshing and invigorating.

Yet a wisp of floral fragrance wound around it, layering itself over his mint.

Why was it so clingy?

As if it had gone mad, desperately demanding his scent.

Wan Ying let out a soft gasp, bracing a hand against the cabinet.

He raised his eyes toward Puppy, curled up on the bed.

With a cold snort, he said, "You're sleeping quite soundly, but your pheromones are about to run wild."

Worthy of an S-class Omega. Even he found it somewhat intoxicating.

If Bian He were released, he would probably cause even more trouble.

Better for him to obediently stay by Wan Ying's side.

Always stay with him.

Morning. Wan Ying was curled up on the sofa, reading.

Movement came from the bedroom door.

He turned his head to look.

Bian He stood obediently in the doorway, wearing his shirt with damp hair sticking to his head.

"Why didn't you go dry your hair?"

With a snap, he closed the book and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

Wan Ying sat to one side and waited. Without needing to say anything, Puppy obediently walked over to him.

"Master... the hair dryer is too loud. It gives me a headache."

??

An S-class Omega who could suppress and beat an Alpha into the ground was acting spoiled because a hair dryer was too loud?

Omega was deliberately seducing him.

Wan Ying's gaze turned cold as he gripped Omega's chin. "Bian He, put away your little schemes. I let you come back, but I never intended to take you in."

"Go dry your hair. You'd better not make me sick of you too soon."

As soon as the words fell,

Bian He's long lashes trembled, and his eyes reddened slightly.

Perhaps because he had just showered, his skin was pinkish-white,

and the tip of his nose was a tender pink, making Wan Ying want to poke it.

Wan Ying withdrew his gaze and picked up his book again.

He recognized every word on the page, yet he couldn't focus.

He let out a long sigh.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he silently mocked himself.

He seemed to understand why Alphas would fight so fiercely over Omegas.

They really were too tempting.

Tempting enough to make his heart itch unbearably.

Even his pheromones were becoming somewhat uncontrollable.

More than ten minutes later.

Wan Ying carefully examined Puppy.

Bian He wore Wan Ying's white tracksuit. It was loose on him and still a little too short.

How could an Omega be so tall? At least one hundred and ninety centimeters.

His soft, tousled hair was as obedient as its owner, making him look even more like a puppy.

"Now that you're up, go eat."

He brought him to the dining room, where several dishes sat on the table.

Bian He sat before the table. "Thank you."

He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of noodles.

The instant he lowered his eyes, he concealed a flash of pale blue.

The familiar aroma of food—it was a meal personally prepared for him.

"It's delicious."

A happy puppy would blink those bright, sparkling eyes and gaze eagerly at his master, as if waiting to be praised.

"If it's not enough, there's more in the pot. Eat slowly. Don't rush. No one's going to steal it from you."

Wan Ying clasped his hands behind his back and rubbed his fingertips together, resisting the urge to ruffle Puppy's hair.

With such a beautiful vase right in front of him, who could resist touching it?

Instead of letting him go, he should just keep him by his side forever.

Only by staying before his true master could a beautiful puppy display his beauty.

If he fell into another Alpha's hands, he would only become a tool, a pitiful thing.

How could he let such a beautiful puppy become filthy again?

The word filthy could only be written by Wan Ying himself.

The possessiveness that had inexplicably taken root was stirring.

After the meal.

Bian He obediently stood up and carried the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash them.

The moment he rose, the hem of his shirt lifted slightly.

Wan Ying froze, remembering something, then hurried after him.

He grabbed Puppy's hand and blurted out, "What are you wearing underneath?"

Bian He guiltily pursed his lips and set the dishes in the sink.

"N-No... nothing..."

Wan Ying yanked open his clothes, revealing a body wrapped all over in bandages.

Blood had seeped through the white bandages. His wounds were bleeding.

Damn it!

He had actually forgotten that Puppy was injured all over. He had even let him bathe with water and failed to apply medicine.

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Do you know that wounds will get infected if they aren't treated in time? What if you die? Even if you're lucky enough to survive, you'll be covered in scars. Do you think that would look good?"

The icy questions crashed down on him.

Bian He pressed his lips together tightly and said nothing.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, silent except for their breathing.

The obedient, soft puppy seemed to be throwing a tantrum.

He had only just brought him back, and he was already preparing to climb all over his master's head?

His nerve was really growing. He didn't take Wan Ying seriously at all.

Wan Ying tightened his grip. "Why aren't you talking? Do you want me to throw you out?"

The stubborn puppy bit his lip until it bled. Even when Wan Ying's grip tore open his wounds, he still refused to speak.

What a stubborn temper.

Disappointment filled Wan Ying's eyes as he let go.

"Bian He, get lost. I shouldn't have been kind enough to save you. Even without me, plenty of Alphas would be willing to stand up for you. You truly don't need to tie yourself to my tree."

He deliberately avoided looking at Puppy's face as it turned deathly pale.

That despairing gaze seemed able to speak, silently accusing this master who so casually abandoned him of being irresponsible.

Wan Ying waited with a cold expression, thinking Puppy would explain.

But as he watched that figure gradually walk toward the door, his breath caught in his chest.

Was Bian He challenging him? Had Wan Ying said anything wrong?

He had only asked one question. Was he going to throw a tantrum over something so small? What about later? Wouldn't he end up pissing on Wan Ying's head?

He had been spoiled too much.

If he wanted to leave, then leave. It would save Wan Ying the trouble.

Wan Ying walked out of the dining room, his tone impatient. "Bian He, think it through. If you step out of this house, you'll never be allowed back in for the rest of your life."