Asleep?

Asleep?

This banquet lasted for a long time, and the people coming up to toast and converse gradually increased. Even some executives directly pulled over their own daughters to try and establish connections.

He stood quietly behind Gu Lin, observing this scene, thinking: Don't even think about it. This is the main omega heroine's big alpha husband, don't crowd around! There's no future!

However, as a dedicated and responsible special assistant, an executive's toady was a must! When it came to blocking drinks like this, he had to charge into the fray to show his loyalty!

"President Zhu, I'll take this." Lin Su took the glass and drained it in one gulp before finally noticing the other's subtle expression.

No way! It's just a drink and this guy's face looks this bad! Geez, people in high society are so stingy!

Gu Lin's hand holding the glass paused, his gaze dark and heavy as he stared at the person beside him. Could it be that he had too much to drink and was hallucinating?

He hadn't expected the drinking session tonight to be a bit fierce, and even the president, who was usually immune to alcohol, had consumed several cups.

He supported the person who couldn't hold their liquor as they wobbled toward the arranged room.

"President Gu, President Gu, are you alright?"

Gu Lin felt somewhat dizzy, a faint floral scent lingering at the tip of his nose. Hearing his special assistant's voice, he was just about to open his eyes when he heard:

How did he get this dizzy after only a few drinks? Truly strange, why is it a bit hot?

Only then did Gu Lin realize that his little special assistant's cheeks were flushed, his breathing somewhat unstable. "Give me the card."

"Ah, okay, okay!" He hazily placed the room card into the man's slender hand.

He didn't remember how he made it back to the room, only easing up slightly when the door closed with a sound.

Why was it so hot?

He sniffed. What was that smell? Alcohol? It smelled a bit like tequila, so fragrant.

He tugged at his tie, but that didn't help. Frowning, he yanked at his collar, his black suit jacket long since discarded somewhere. In his haze, he saw a figure and asked, "President Gu?"

"Mn." Gu Lin's head pounded heavily, his throat burning with fire. He twisted open a bottle of mineral water, drained it in one go, and panted heavily before shifting his gaze to another bottle of water.

He was just about to move when a pair of fair hands snatched it away, muttering, "Mine! You're not allowed to drink it!"

"This is my room, get out." Lin Su's words were completely unpolite. He was utterly uncomfortable all over right now, the back of his neck even itching, and when he couldn't help scratching it a few times, he found it burning hot.

Gu Lin pulled at his necktie, frowning with irritation. The floral scent in the air seemed to grow even richer, and his voice was hoarse, "Give it to me."

"No!" With that, he unscrewed the cap, wanting to drain it in one go, but in his haste, much of the water spilled out.

Cough, cough, cough.

A large swath of his white shirt was soaked, and a droplet of water slid across the fair skin of his unbuttoned neckline, vanishing into deeper regions.

Gu Lin's gaze darkened, the dry-mouthed sensation returning with a vengeance, and the nameless fire in his body began to rage wildly.

If he still couldn't figure it out now, he would have to be an idiot. He had been drugged!

And his special assistant had crimson cheeks, the skin exposed to the air tinged with a faint pink, his damp peach-blossom eyes hazy and full of allure, that wet, red pair of lips...

"Hm? What are you doing?" Lin Su tilted his head, his peach-blossom petal-like watery eyes misty and filled with confusion.

The tactile sensation coming from his fingertips left him dazed. Even his chin was this delicate?

This pair of lips must be wonderful to kiss.

Gu Lin felt like he was being driven mad. His rationality told him he couldn't, but his physical movements reacted a step ahead.

His tense body seemed to deflate, and he leaned against Lin Su's shoulder, his nose instinctively inhaling the faint, refreshing scent on him.

He abruptly opened his eyes, exclaiming in surprise, "You're an omega!"

Lin Su's personal file and test results had both indicated he was a beta.

Such a potent pheromone could only mean that Assistant Lin had undergone secondary differentiation.

Those few cups of wine from the banquet suddenly flashed into his mind. In the end, Lin Su had been implicated by him.

"Make a call, go to the hospital." He didn't have suppressants; if this went on, both of them would lose control.

The man's scorching breath was right beside his ear, and the hoarse, deep voice made his mouth dry and parched, a tingling sensation gradually washing over him.

"Why..."

He muttered a single word and also leaned against the man's shoulder. This person smelled so good. Moving a little closer, his red lips brushed past unintentionally.

The tactile sensation from the nape of his neck made Gu Lin's body stiffen, extinguishing the suppressed heat.

That thread of rationality in his mind snapped.

"Mmph!" His lips were blocked, and the eager kiss resembled that of a starving wolf.

Lin Su's eyes widened, shifting from blank bewilderment to a dazed haze, and finally to a sinking, yielding response.

Both of them were kissing for the first time, but as men, their physical instincts drove them to take the dominant role, thrusting and parrying, neither one yielding to the other.

In the end, the first to break and fall was Lin Su, the scent of tequila intoxicating him. The back of his neck no longer itched, growing hotter and hotter.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish. Scattered.

Lips remained pressed together, the heat at the back of his neck intensified, and the rich scent of roses began to permeate the air as the two aromas of tequila and roses blended together, lingering yet fitting.

Gu Lin's breathing grew increasingly heavy, his reason long since shattered, and the animalistic nature he had always sneered at dragged him deeper into indulgence—this was the legendary compatibility.

He must have been drugged, his mind wanting to refuse, yet it was simply too fragrant as the comfortable sigh from the depths of his soul made him sink right along with it.

White porcelain entered the stove, flames licking against the body of the bottle with the crackle of sparks standing out distinctively, and this process was extremely agonizing, not merely in terms of time, but primarily regarding the artisan's skill, much like a fine dish that required careful cooking with the addition of proper seasonings to complete a magnificent meal.

Especially when it came to braised dishes, where attention had to be paid to the heat and timing; while pork belly was best suited for one hour, the head chef knew this dish required a much longer duration.

"Click." The lights grew dim, and a yellowish glow misted the entire room.

At dusk, the evening glow hung on the horizon, and people who had worked hard all day admired the true scenery yet remained unable to shake off the exhaustion weighing on their bodies.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!" It felt like tendons snapping violently in a martial arts drama—had he transmigrated?

Lin Su slowly climbed to his feet, and this movement caused the pain in his waist to grip his entire body, even reaching a certain place—"Fuck!"

Tilting his head back, he wanted to curse as the discomfort emerging from the back of his neck filled Lin Su with terror, abruptly feeling that something was terribly wrong, and with trembling hands, he touched the dense, bumpy texture that stood out remarkably against his fingertips.

Sniff, sniff.

Strange, what was this smell?

"Clatter." The bathroom door was pushed open, and the man's bare upper body, covered in mottled marks, came into view.

He had really slept with Gu Lin!

[Goddamn it, he slept with the male lead, might as well wrap up and call it a wrap!]