Pheromones Out of Control

Shen Ranxin looked at him without speaking, but his grip on Lu Zhi's wrist loosened slightly. Through gritted teeth, he asked, "Why didn't we go together just now?"

"I couldn't gamble with your life." Lu Zhi raised a hand and brushed it across Shen Ranxin's brow. "You're so beautiful, baby."

"Stop talking like it's your last words," Shen Ranxin said. "If you're going, then go."

Lu Zhi smiled, his eyes curving.

His Little Rose had always understood him best.

Lu Zhi headed back as fast as he could. Soon, he spotted Cheng Cheng sitting on the ground, with Shen Qi lying beside him like a dead dog.

Cheng Cheng looked at him, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Why did you..."

"I'm too exhausted to carry you." Lu Zhi got straight to the point and picked up a shard of glass from the ground. "There are explosives under the house. They could go off at any moment. You have two choices: die here, or destroy your own gland and crawl out."

Cheng Cheng's gaze shifted to the glass in Lu Zhi's hand. "You came all the way back just to tell me that?"

Lu Zhi had no time for him. He dropped the shard, turned, and left.

When Shen Ranxin came out of the villa, Lu Yeshan was waiting at the entrance with his people.

Nearby, the Anomaly Management Center's staff were fighting the fire. They poured water over the house, letting it vaporize and carry away the heat.

It was all they could do now: bring down the temperature quickly enough to keep the bombs beneath the house from detonating.

But cooling a fire scene was no easy task. Everyone looked grim.

A stretcher from the Anomaly Management Center soon arrived.

A massive explosion suddenly erupted behind him. A scorching