Using Hands and Feet

He had successfully coaxed him into a good mood.

Wan Ying lay on the bed and reminded him, "I'm off for the next two days, so sleep a little longer. If you can't sleep, go play, but don't go too far. Remember to take a shower when you come back from going out."

He closed his eyes and suddenly caught the scent of flowers.

Someone slipped under the covers and hugged him.

They fit together perfectly, without the slightest gap.

Wasn't this position a little inappropriate?

Little Treasure squirmed against him in his arms. "Sleep, Brother. I absolutely won't make a sound."

Was not making a sound enough to earn permission? With an extra bundle in his arms, how was he supposed to sleep?

Wan Ying breathed in the floral scent and couldn't be bothered to refuse.

He was too sleepy.

Bian He seemed to love hugging him with both hands and feet.

Next time, he would make him sleep in the guest room.

Amid the soothing pheromones, he gradually fell asleep.

He slept so deeply that he did not even notice when the other person opened his eyes.

There was no trace of sleepiness in Bian He's eyes. He stroked the man's tousled hair, forehead, brow tail, the corners of his eyes, nose bridge, lips...

"Wan Ying, like me a little more. Give me a few more bargaining chips."

He murmured softly, voicing his plea.

They said the one who fell in love first was the loser.

In truth, the one who fell in love first needed even more love for reassurance.

He always felt that he had not done well enough. He worried that the love returned to him was not deep enough, that something in the future might make their relationship turn strained.

He was deeply uneasy and wanted to accumulate a few more bargaining chips.

As long as there was enough love, every problem could be solved with ease.

Bian He gazed at him longingly, carefully releasing his pheromones in silent comfort.

The person nestled in his arms slept soundly.

The overflowing mint-scented pheromones clung tightly to the floral scent, unwilling to let go.

As if they had finally met the person they loved and could not bear to leave.

"Wan Ying likes my pheromones very much. I'll give them all to you... all right?" Bian He lowered his head toward the man's collarbone, gradually growing greedy.

A moment later, several bite marks appeared on the man's collarbone.

He was starving to the point of madness.

He wished he could fill the entire room with that floral scent.

Bian He stared at the treasure in his arms, a faint violet tint surfacing in his eyes.

He had released too many pheromones.

He parted his lips, revealing sharp fangs.

A thought kept urging him to pierce the skin.

Bian He moved his stiff body and slowly drew closer.

The instant he kissed him.

He abruptly woke up.

Clinging to a sliver of consciousness, he carefully pulled his arm free.

He inched off the bed and staggered toward the door.

Bian He braced himself against the wall, his steps unsteady.

He pushed open the guest room door and rummaged through the cabinet.

He finally found the medicine, tore off his clothes, and injected himself in the shoulder.

Fighting the tremor in his hands, he put on the Bite Guard.

He locked the guest room door from the inside.

Bian He collapsed onto the bed and waited for the medicine to take effect.

Dense waves of pain crashed over him.

His strength was out of control.

Even being close to him could make him lose control.

But he had worked so hard to secure a place by Wan Ying's side. How could he leave?

He could endure it. He could keep himself from biting Wan Ying.

The pain gradually intensified, making him wish he could break apart his bones and put them back together.

The pale violet pheromones around him slowly deepened in color as they spilled from his body.

Layer upon layer of tangled pheromones refused to drift too far away.

They wavered unsteadily.

Bian He drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally waking up.

A layer of violet veiled his pale blue eyes.

An empty syringe lay by his feet. He had not finished clearing away the trash. If his master found it, he would definitely drive him away.

Drowsiness tormented him.

It tried to drag him into a deeper slumber and complete the manipulation of his consciousness.

Bian He opened his eyes, glanced at his feet, and reached for the syringe.

The needle was long, meant to make the suppressant more effective.

He picked up the syringe, aimed the needle at the tendon in his hand, and drove it in without hesitation.

A piercing pain struck him, scattering even his pheromones.

Bian He pulled out the syringe, but the needle was still embedded in his hand.

Dense pain spread through him.

Having received comfort from pheromones, he had begun to grow greedy, wanting more.

That greed threw his pheromones into disorder.

If it happened a few more times, he might not be able to hold back.

It seemed he would have to go out often in the future. He looked too miserable like this and would need to return to his master only after his injuries healed.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, and the bedsheets were dirty.

Bian He forced himself upright, his face abnormally pale.

He picked up the trash from the floor and slowly cleaned everything up.

He glanced at the needle still lodged in the inside of his arm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he yanked it out hard.

The blood flowed more slowly than the wound healed.

No trace remained.

He used a rag to wipe the floor clean, restoring it completely, then threw the trash outside the door.

He changed the sheets, took a shower, and tossed his dirty clothes into the washing machine.

He washed them twice.

Bian He dried his hair and stepped into the bedroom once more.

The person on the bed was still sleeping soundly.

He walked to the bedside, hesitated for two seconds, then lifted the covers and lay down beside him.

The mint scent on Wan Ying smelled wonderful.

Bian He touched the Bite Guard on his face. With this on, he would not hurt his master.

Gathering his courage, he wrapped an arm around the man's waist and slowly moved closer, unable to bear being apart.

Why did he smell so good?

So good that he could not help wanting to...

The thought flashed through his mind, and his overflowing pheromones curled around the mint scent beside him.

He slept until nightfall and finally got enough rest.

Feeling the furnace beside him, Wan Ying was not the least bit surprised, perhaps because he had already experienced this before.

He said he knew he was wrong, yet he still dared to do it again next time.

Did that count as refusing to mend his ways?

As his master, he should have a duty to correct Puppy's bad habits.

He looked young, probably still had the temperament of a child.

Holding him so tightly—did he think Wan Ying would run away?

Wan Ying felt Puppy's paw around his waist.

How could anyone say Little Treasure's paws were not pretty?

Was it because his fingers were too long? Was that an Alpha privilege?

Forgive him for being rather shallow; that was his first thought.

Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. He knew what it meant. Some people liked...

A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Having slept enough, he was not sleepy in the slightest.

Wan Ying tilted his head back and looked at Puppy from up close.

This face was truly beautiful. When he was asleep, those starry puppy eyes were hidden, making him seem much colder, nothing like a delicate Omega.

Bian He must have been born the wrong gender. If he were an Alpha, he would definitely be even better.

But the way he was now was just right.

If his gender were changed... if he were an Alpha... it seemed to make no difference to Wan Ying. He could mark him.

Wan Ying reached out and poked his nose. How could a boy's nose bridge be so high? Any child they had would surely be beautiful too.

If the two of them...

Before the thought could fully form, Wan Ying's gaze turned slightly cold. He threw back the covers and sat up.

What was he thinking? Having a child would mean another bond, and that would be a weakness for him.

He had never considered leaving behind children of his own before.

Had he stayed too long and become too easily influenced by emotions?

He wore the Bite Guard because he was worried about biting Wan Ying.

Sometimes, someone who was overly obedient and sensible was easily overlooked.

Children who were too well-behaved did not get candy.

After everything he had been through, he still had not learned that lesson.

If Wan Ying simply let him go out like this, he would probably be bullied until nothing was left of him.

Wan Ying took a change of clothes to the guest room to shower.

The moment he pushed open the door, the scent of flowers washed over him.

The pheromones were too strong.

Bian He had been here.

Wan Ying swept his gaze around the room. The sheets had been freshly changed, and the newly wiped floor was still damp.

What had he done in here?

He had even destroyed the evidence, afraid Wan Ying would find out.

There was no bag in the trash can.

Had he put on the Bite Guard here? Had he felt bad again?