Sleeping Little Treasure

Wan Ying lay on the bed and touched his neck with his index finger.

The spot that had been bitten throbbed faintly.

It really hurt.

After starving for days, anyone would be ravenous and unable to control their strength.

Were Omegas from other families also willing to bite the Alpha who claimed them?

He had never kept one before, so he did not know how they were supposed to get along.

He lay in bed and rested for a while,

listening to the sounds beside the bed.

What was Little Treasure rummaging through now?

Wan Ying sat up. Looking at Little Treasure's face, he frowned. "Why are you wearing the Bite Guard again? Are you still feeling awful?"

Bian He's voice was muffled. "A little uncomfortable. I'm afraid I might hurt you."

A cool touch brushed against his cheek, and he lifted his eyelids slightly.

"Does it hurt?"

Bian He closed his eyes. "I'm used to it. It probably doesn't hurt that much anymore."

He had long since grown accustomed to all this. He used to wear it often.

Everyone treated him like a monster. Only with the Bite Guard on did they dare approach him and talk to him.

He used his actions to show that he could suppress his pheromone disorder and impulses,

and as the periods when he was normal grew longer, he gained a few more friends.

Whenever he felt unwell, he would hide away alone and endure the periods when he went mad.

Putting on the Bite Guard at the slightest thing had become a habit.

He could go out without bringing anything else, but he had to bring the Bite Guard.

In fact, he could suppress his pheromones and keep himself somewhat calm.

There was no need to explain, and no one would believe him anyway. Other than Wan Ying, he would never touch a second person.

He was picky.

It was not as though just anyone would do. He was not that desperate.

Wan Ying leaned closer and stroked Bian He's cheek.

He was too beautiful; even wearing the Bite Guard, he carried a trace of temptation.

The Bite Guard, which suppressed pheromones, completely restrained one's abilities and prevented one from going mad at the sight of an Omega.

It was an Alpha's item. Wan Ying had not expected his Puppy to need one too.

Would things improve if he received soothing pheromones?

Or would he no longer suffer like this after completing the mark?

"Does it still hurt? You can bite me."

Wan Ying stared at his profile. Those long lashes were like tiny fans brushing against his heart.

The words had left his mouth before he could think.

Why did he care so much?

He had clearly not intended this at the beginning. He had only wanted to keep him by his side for fun.

Things seemed to be slipping beyond his control, making him gradually lose control as well.

He had thought Bian He would happily take off the Bite Guard, then pounce on him and bite him all over.

Who knew,

Bian He curled up, completely rejecting his approach.

"I don't want to. I'll bite you badly. Brother has already let me bite you several times. I can't go too far."

Hearing the murmur,

Wan Ying could not help curling his lips. "If you care about me that much, hurry up and learn to control your pheromones."

So he had found himself a Little Treasure who knew how to care for someone.

If Little Treasure was too good, he would become a burden instead.

It would make Wan Ying feel that he had not done well enough and had let down that dependence.

Wan Ying carried Little Treasure onto the bed, personally removed the Bite Guard, and soothed him softly. "You don't need to wear this around me. Look, it's left marks on your face. You're going to turn into an ugly Little Treasure."

Bian He's brows drew tightly together, his voice urgent. "Brother, give it back to me. I don't know when I'll lose control. What if I hurt you..."

Wan Ying poked Bian He's nose. "Don't worry. I'm not as weak as you think."

Bian He tilted his head, his face full of confusion. "They all say I'm a monster. Only when I wear this can I have friends. Why isn't Master afraid of me?"

Resting against his shoulder, he nuzzled him in unconscious dependence.

Wan Ying sighed softly and wrapped an arm around his waist. "My Little Treasure isn't a monster. They're just too weak to withstand your pheromones."

"Do you want some snacks? I got them from someone."

He deliberately changed the subject.

Bian He pulled away from his embrace and lifted his chin proudly. "Brother, you look like you're coaxing a child. I'm long past the age of eating snacks."

Little Treasure sat cross-legged on the bed, blinking bright eyes at him.

Wan Ying's gaze froze as he stared at the way he was sitting cross-legged, lost in thought.

Why did that way of sitting seem so familiar?

Before he could react,

Little Treasure jumped off the bed and picked up the backpack Wan Ying had left beside the cabinet.

"Are the snacks in this bag?"

Wan Ying came back to himself. "Yeah, there are a few bags of snacks inside. See what you like."

Bian He sat on the floor with his long legs stretched out, placing the backpack between them.

He had just said he was past the age of eating snacks, yet the next moment he was holding snacks, munching away and bobbing his head.

He really was a Little Treasure.

The way he ate snacks was like a little hamster, stuffing his cheeks full.

"Eat slowly. No one's going to steal them from you."

Wan Ying lay on his side to rest, closing his eyes as he listened to the sounds of him eating.

He had not slept well for several days while he was away.

Back home, he finally relaxed.

Before he knew it, steady breathing could be heard.

The sound of snacking stopped.

Bian He set the cake wrapper aside and looked up at the sleeping man's face.

The collar of his pajamas hung slightly open, revealing several new bite marks on his collarbone.

Those were marks he had deliberately left behind.

Wan Ying needed to carry his traces at all times.

He must have been exhausted these past two days, rushing to speed things up and finish his tasks, even setting aside his work reports.

Had he hurried home because he wanted to feed him?

Wan Ying cared about him more than he had imagined.

He just seemed unwilling to admit it, or perhaps he had not realized it yet.

What should he do? He was already close to being unable to restrain himself from eating him up.

Would Wan Ying get angry if he discovered his identity?

Bian He wiped his hands clean with a wet wipe, took off his clothes, and quietly climbed onto the bed.

He wrapped his arms around the man's waist from behind and carefully released his pheromones.

Wan Ying was sleeping soundly. He shifted, turned over, and ended up facing him.

A little of the mint-scented pheromones spilled from him and drifted into the air.

Bian He held his breath and did not dare move, afraid of waking him.

Just as he was about to move, a pair of slightly cool hands pressed against him.

Wan Ying was treating him like a hot-water bottle.

Bian He carefully hugged the man tighter.

He held him completely, their pheromones tightly entwined.

"Wan Ying, I love you."

Bian He said soundlessly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Sleeping in the hospital was uncomfortable.

He slept much better at home, beside Wan Ying.

It was a night of sweet dreams.

Even the sunlight outside the window could not bear to disturb the two sleeping figures on the bed.

Time quietly passed.

Wan Ying frowned, waking from the heat of a blazing furnace.

When he opened his eyes, Little Treasure was clinging to him with both arms and legs.

His face was buried in Wan Ying's neck, his breath falling against his skin, strangely hot.

Was he hugging him this tightly because he thought Wan Ying was a meaty bone?

He lifted Little Treasure's hand and placed it to the side, but before he could pull away even a little, the little paw wrapped around him again.

Wan Ying's vision went dark.

He was sleeping so soundly, yet his hands were still misbehaving. What was he groping around for?

The buttons on his neatly worn pajama top had been pulled off until only one remained, exposing him above and below.

There were several more scratch marks on his body.

Those claws were sharp.

After trying several times, he still could not escape.

Wan Ying's face turned cold, his patience exhausted. "Bian He."

Little Treasure burrowed into his arms and murmured softly, "Brother, I'm so sleepy. Let me sleep a little longer."

He hugged him even tighter.

Were those claws made of steel wire? The more Wan Ying struggled, the tighter he was held.