Jiang Yumiao tried to scramble up and sit off to one side, but Ning Chunchi held him tightly, refusing to let him get up.
"Ge, what do we do?" he asked shakily. "We're still out, and Confession Night is tomorrow..."
He had planned to wait until everything was settled tomorrow night before going all the way with Ning Chunchi...
But if they did that tonight, how were they supposed to attend Confession Night tomorrow?
Ning Chunchi buried his face in Jiang Yumiao's neck and drew a deep breath of that sweet grape scent, his eyes clearing a little.
He had long since grown dependent on Little Grape's pheromones.
"Don't worry," Ning Chunchi said. "I brought suppressants."
Only then did Jiang Yumiao's rigid back slowly relax a little, but something else occurred to him. He asked quietly, "Then, if you take a suppressant, will you not need my help afterward?"
If Ning Chunchi didn't need him anymore, why did he feel... a little disappointed?
Little Grape's words left Ning Chunchi torn between exasperation and amusement.
He kissed the tip of Jiang Yumiao's ear, laughter in his voice. "I'll use a short-acting one. It'll only last a day or two. After that, I'll have to rely on my baby to help me."
Jiang Yumiao stayed silent for a long time. They were almost at the train's final stop when he finally whispered, "How about I use my hand tonight first..."
Ning Chunchi: "..."
He sighed, wrapped an arm around Jiang Yumiao's waist, and shifted Little Grape closer against him.
Jiang Yumiao's pupils instantly contracted, his face and ears flushing bright red.
He was still straddling Ning Chunchi's lap, and that movement let him feel the alpha's current state with perfect clarity.
"No matter how you help me tonight, once we start, I