[Huh??? So Huo Xingye was angry because Nan Zhou wasn't taking care of himself???]
[Ginger soup, what ginger soup?]
[Mystery solved. So what Nan Zhou drank earlier was ginger soup, fuck!]
[You wouldn't drink when he told you to, and you wouldn't put on pants either... Sorry, my mind's too dirty. I'm guilty.]
[Wait, don't you think this side of Brother Ye is so fresh and so sexy it makes you want to lie down in front of him immediately]
[Your panties are dropping onto my face one after another. Damn it, there's clearly no one you care about in this livestream anymore. My innocent little face is turning filthy yellow.]
Faced with Huo Xingye like this, Nan Zhou felt no fear.
He had never feared anyone.
In fact, in his eyes, Huo Xingye was incredibly sexy at that very moment, making his heart race wildly and the desire deep inside him surge without end.
"I'm cold." Nan Zhou looked into Huo Xingye's eyes and enunciated each word.
His voice was slightly hoarse, but its rising lilt carried a lingering, suggestive intimacy.
"I'll have them bring a blanket." Huo Xingye's manner remained cold.
Nan Zhou chuckled softly. "I don't want a blanket."
"I hear a person's body warmth is the warmest and most comfortable."
The apartment was utterly quiet. The scent of Alpha pheromones drifted through the air, dry and warm, smelling lovely and going straight to his head.
Hao Jia had once told Nan Zhou that his reactions to Huo Xingye were all the work of pheromones.
But at this very moment, Nan Zhou did not think so.
He had always liked the man before him very, very much.
That attraction was not limited to his scent. It also encompassed his face, his figure, his bearing, his voice, his personality...
Even in bed, the tremendous sparks their chemistry produced, along with everything Huo Xingye did to him, left him utterly immersed.
In short, he was exactly his type.
Even with the influence of pheromones, Nan Zhou had never thought sleeping with Huo Xingye was entirely down to being intoxicated by them.
The viewers in the livestream went wild.
[Nan Zhou is way too good at flirting. I-is this a direct invitation?]
[Huo Xingye, pull yourself together! He's just a Beta, with no pheromones affecting you. You can definitely hold out!]
[Aaaaaah, Brother Ye, if you can turn this down, you must really have kicked a drug addiction!]
The apartment's orange light shone onto the bed, half blocked by Huo Xingye's tall figure and half falling onto Nan Zhou's face.
Amid the alternating light and shadow, Huo Xingye's face was no longer as calm as before. A restless heat that was hard to dispel surfaced in his eyes.
Nan Zhou lay on the bed, the corners of his lips slightly lifted. His downturned eyes looked soft and pitiful, yet their outer corners were sharp and narrow.
Paired with his naturally downward-sweeping lashes, they held a fox's cunning whenever he blinked gently.
So lively, so beautiful, and so very beguiling.
His Adam's apple bobbing, Huo Xingye muted both their microphones and tightened the fingers holding Nan Zhou's chin slightly, forcing him to tip his head back and part his lips.
He bent down and kissed him.
His tongue hooked around Nan Zhou's, tangling with it.
The pheromones in the air grew stronger, carrying a faint trace of sweet roasted chestnuts.
Nan Zhou tilted his head back, his hand resting on Huo Xingye's chest. His hot breaths grew damper and heavier, and soft, brief whimpers escaped his throat.
His white shirt was rumpled, and his beautiful foxlike eyes were tinged peach pink and misted with moisture.
A knock sounded at the apartment door.
One knock after another.
But the people inside paid no attention at all. Huo Xingye pressed Nan Zhou down onto the bed, their bodies nestled intimately together through the blanket.
After a while, perhaps realizing that the people inside would not open the door, a man's voice came from outside.
"Brother Ye, I've left what you wanted by the door."
After that, no more sounds came from outside.
After an unknown length of time, Huo Xingye lifted himself up. As their lips and tongues parted, he gently bit Nan Zhou's lip, then sucked on it once more as though unable to resist.
Nan Zhou lay on the pillow, his breathing unsteady, every breath scorching hot.
His lips, previously dry and pale from his fever, were now red and moist, tingling with numbness.
But both his eyes and his expression held a smile.
"You kiss so fiercely."
"Won't you catch it, doing this?"
His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
Huo Xingye did not answer, his gaze falling on his opening and closing lips.
From the kissing and the fever, Nan Zhou's whole face held a disheveled sexiness.
At some point, the pheromone-blocking patch on the back of his neck had rubbed off. That familiar sweet scent filled the air, as though extending an ardent invitation to his Alpha.
Huo Xingye bent down and kissed those beautiful lips again, his other hand cradling the back of Nan Zhou's neck and stroking the Omega's gland suggestively.
The mark he had once bitten into that spot had already faded considerably. In a few more days, it would disappear completely.
The pheromone connection and bond between them would gradually fade as well, and he would no longer be affected by him.
Huo Xingye closed his eyes, tightening his grip and deepening the kiss.
He wanted to claim him as his own again.
He wanted to keep him by his side forever.
The base, shameful desires deep within him, together with the fleeting sweetness the Omega offered so unguardedly in reality, left Huo Xingye both anguished and lost in it.
Only after watching Nan Zhou take the fever medicine, drink a full large glass of hot water, and lie down again did Huo Xingye have time to go to the bathroom to wash up.
By the time he turned off the lights and lay down in bed, it was already late.
In the darkness, Nan Zhou rolled over to face him. "I almost forgot."
As he finished speaking, soft, low singing rose in the quiet apartment.
Lying on his side, Huo Xingye quietly watched the person before him through the song, his deep eyes seeming to brim with countless emotions.
The familiar melody, the familiar lyrics.
They carried his memories back to countless heart-fluttering moments in the past.
"You like this song, right?" Nan Zhou asked.
The song lasted several minutes, yet it felt as brief as a few seconds.
Huo Xingye did not answer immediately.
"I knew you liked this song. That day, no matter how much I rang the doorbell, you wouldn't open the door. It wasn't until I rang it to this melody that you opened up."
Nan Zhou chuckled softly. "It's my favorite song too."
"Why?" Huo Xingye asked.
Of all the songs he had written, why was this one his favorite?
"It means something different."
After Nan Zhou said that, the apartment fell quiet again.
Huo Xingye did not ask any further, and Nan Zhou did not continue.
In truth, even if Huo Xingye had asked, he might not have told him.
Because this was a song he had not yet had the chance to release.
It was a song he had written for his first love, which had fizzled out without ever coming to fruition. The other person had written the lyrics, and both words and melody told of a heart-fluttering secret crush.
Although, on that sweltering summer afternoon, he had already put an end to those one-sided feelings because the other person had failed to show up.
But Nan Zhou still remained friends with the other person on WeChat.
They had never seen each other, yet their rapport came perfectly naturally.
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