"President Yuan!"
"Find a hotel nearby immediately. Somewhere quiet and discreet."
"A hotel? You mean..."
"I found Secretary Shen. He's in his heat period and needs to be moved somewhere he won't attract attention immediately. My current location is..."
Yuan Chen took a deep breath, trying to clear his head, which had grown foggy from the thick Omega pheromones.
He pushed aside his sweat-soaked bangs and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, he forced himself to explain his location and what he needed to Secretary Pang as concisely as possible.
The person on the other end seemed to have more questions, but Yuan Chen hung up and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
Beneath him, someone struggled.
Unable to wait any longer, Shen Yi was trying to free his legs from Yuan Chen's hold.
Yuan Chen lowered his gaze, slowly dragging the tip of his tongue along the inside of his mouth.
It seemed even the thought of holding back had vanished.
With his shirt hanging wide open and his breath coming in undignified pants, Shen Yi could hardly be called "presentable."
Yuan Chen bent down again. His weight seemed to reassure Shen Yi instead, and Shen Yi struggled to loop his bound hands around the back of his neck.
The smooth fabric of the tie rubbed against his skin, leaving a faint tickle.
"I distinctly warned you to stay away. What exactly did you do with Duke von Heinrich to end up like this?"
"Mm... ngh..."
To someone who had lost all reason, any questioning was merely noise.
Shen Yi tugged with his wrists, trying to pull Yuan Chen's face closer.
The tip of his crimson tongue was already peeking out, waiting impatiently for another kiss.
"...I'll settle this with you properly once you've come