The Evil Director

Lu Zhi lowered his head and gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Shen Ranxin's. With a soft laugh, he buried his face in Shen Ranxin's neck.

His Little Rose smelled so good.

The rubbing made Shen Ranxin a little ticklish, and he shrank his neck back. "Stop rubbing against me."

Lu Zhi tilted his head slightly.

Shen Ranxin let out a breath, wiped the sweat from his palm, and couldn't help laughing.

Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes. "What are you laughing at?"

"You're so clingy." Shen Ranxin sighed. "Good Zhi Zhi, stop being jealous. Let your Brother Shen off this time, okay? I'll make you a prettier ring next time."

In the five years they had been apart, Shen Ranxin had almost never spoken to Lu Zhi in that tone.

Lu Zhi lowered his gaze to Shen Ranxin's smiling eyes. Suddenly, his eyes reddened, and he bent down to pull Shen Ranxin into his arms.

Breathing in the gradually steady scent of pheromones, Shen Ranxin finally let out a sigh of relief.

Although his gland had been treated in the medical pod for half a month, the injury had truly been too severe and had left him with serious aftereffects—his gland had almost entirely lost its ability to function. His pheromone scent had become so faint it was nearly undetectable, and his ability to sense pheromones had likewise deteriorated badly. Along with that came a decline in his stamina and all kinds of physical capabilities.

Shen Ranxin, who used to charge up ten flights of stairs with nothing more than a little pheromone leakage, now had to stop and rest after climbing five.

Only then did Shen Ranxin understand why Shen Qi had become so weak after his gland was dug out.

He had barely rested for a