Tell me with your actions, Tangtang

In the latter half of the night.

The downpour gradually eased.

Wu Jiangyuan, who had finally managed to fall asleep, woke from the stifling heat.

He kicked off the covers and searched for the air-conditioning controls, half asleep.

He searched for ages but could not find the control panel anywhere.

A thin sheen of sweat covered him. Wu Jiangyuan buried his head in the pillow and lay still on his stomach.

His limbs felt weak, unable to muster any strength, and he felt hot and stifled.

The sensation was so strange.

Knock, knock.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the bedroom door, and a familiar voice came from outside.

"Wu Jiangyuan, open the door."

Wu Jiangyuan stirred his fingers and lifted his heat-flushed face from the pillow.

Such a familiar voice...

His muddled brain finally regained a little ability to think. That sounded like Pei Jinghe.

The person outside patiently knocked again.

Wu Jiangyuan slowly climbed out of bed to open the door.

As the door opened, freesia pheromones with a refreshing, sweet fruitiness rushed out.

Pei Jinghe frowned. "Wu Jiangyuan, you..."

"You're just in time. Hurry and turn on the air conditioning for me."

Wu Jiangyuan interrupted him, his brows knitting in irritation. "It's boiling."

As he spoke, he turned to go back to bed.

He had only taken a few steps when Pei Jinghe caught his wrist and pulled him close. "Don't you know you're releasing pheromones?"

Wu Jiangyuan tilted his head in confusion. "?"

Was he?

Wu Jiangyuan did not think about that question. All his attention was on Pei Jinghe's hand now.

Pei Jinghe's hand was cool, and its grip on him felt rather nice.

Wu Jiangyuan stared at it for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against the back of that well-defined hand.

His body felt hot and stifled. Pei Jinghe stood before him like a great block of ice, making Wu Jiangyuan want to draw closer.

Pei Jinghe's breath caught, and the muscles in the hand being rubbed against tensed. As he watched the Alpha's affectionate posture, his gaze grew increasingly dangerous.

Wu Jiangyuan was too muddleheaded to realize that he looked very much as though he were-soliciting a mate.

Pei Jinghe could not help finding this somewhat difficult to handle.

He had noticed something was off with Wu Jiangyuan long ago, but he had never expected it to develop into this.

The freesia pheromones filling the room were loudly proclaiming that their owner was in heat.

But Wu Jiangyuan was an Alpha. He could not go into heat for no reason.

A sudden realization struck Pei Jinghe. Could it have been that night?

To confirm his suspicion, he pulled Wu Jiangyuan into his arms, lowered his head, and tugged open the back of his collar.

Sure enough, a faint red bite mark still lingered on the gland at the back of Wu Jiangyuan's neck.

Pei Jinghe fell silent for a moment, then cupped Wu Jiangyuan's face, his tone rather helpless.

"I'm sorry."

Wu Jiangyuan's current state was entirely his fault.

That night, Pei Jinghe had been forced into a rut and had lost some control of his senses. Even he did not remember that he had actually bitten Wu Jiangyuan and given him a temporary mark.

Normally, an Alpha's constitution would not develop the dependency an Omega's would, and the mark would disappear once the bite faded.

But tonight, Wu Jiangyuan had entered Pei Jinghe's private territory.

The place was filled with the scent of the Enigma who had marked him, drawing out the lingering mark hidden within his body and causing the present situation.

Wu Jiangyuan was not quite lucid. Pei Jinghe's embrace was like sparkling water in summer, immersing him in cool refreshment.

His mind was hazy, leaving only instinct to drive him closer to the Enigma who had marked him.

He wrapped his arms around Pei Jinghe's waist and rubbed against his chest. Although it eased the burning heat, it still did not feel like enough.

He wanted to get a little closer.

He could no longer recognize Pei Jinghe. He only knew that this was the sole source of relief.

But this great block of ice simply stood there without moving.

Wu Jiangyuan frowned, yanked down Pei Jinghe's collar, and lifted his head to kiss him.

The kiss was utterly haphazard, without any technique, driven entirely by instinct.

Pei Jinghe's eyes widened slightly, his pupils visibly darkening.

He gripped Wu Jiangyuan's jaw and pushed him a little way back, resting their foreheads together.

His voice was low and edged with danger. "Wu Jiangyuan, look carefully. Who am I?"

Wu Jiangyuan's heat-tormented brain was a muddled mess. How could he tell who stood before him? He only knew that he liked the scent on him.

His brows knitted tighter. He stepped onto Pei Jinghe's feet, hooked an arm around his neck to pull him down, and rubbed against his chin, muttering, "So hot."

Pei Jinghe sighed silently. Wu Jiangyuan had recognized him just a moment ago, yet now he was being treated as nothing more than a source of relief.

Letting Wu Jiangyuan continue like this was no solution. The scent of freesia was full of temptation. Although an Enigma would not easily be tempted by an Alpha or Omega, Wu Jiangyuan was different to him.

To keep the situation from spiraling out of control, Pei Jinghe covered the back of his neck with his palm and coaxed, "Behave, and I'll give you what you want."

At those words, Wu Jiangyuan immediately settled down considerably. His nose brushed against Pei Jinghe's neck, his lips grazing that prominent, alluring Adam's apple.

Like a cat seeking affection, he teased him intermittently.

Pei Jinghe's Adam's apple bobbed. His teeth ached unbearably with the urge to bite, and he suppressed that instinctive impulse.

He released a little soothing pheromone. The resinous scent of cliff cypress swiftly twined around the freesia pheromones, mingling and nestling together.

His pheromone compatibility with Wu Jiangyuan was even higher than he had imagined.

Pei Jinghe chuckled softly. "Still feeling bad?"

Wu Jiangyuan hesitated, then nodded and answered honestly, "It's uncomfortable."

Pei Jinghe lowered his gaze to him. A thin mist veiled the Alpha's beautiful, starry peach-blossom eyes; clearly, he had yet to come to his senses.

"Where does it feel uncomfortable?"

Wu Jiangyuan's nose twitched slightly. As though he found it difficult to say, he remained silent for a long time.

Pei Jinghe said, "If you don't tell me, how will I know where it feels uncomfortable?"

Wu Jiangyuan's gaze darted away, and he murmured something.

His voice was so quiet that it was unclear whether Pei Jinghe had heard him.

Although he had not made himself clear, Pei Jinghe could feel it.

Someone was unconsciously pressing against him, and the source of his embarrassment was standing very much at attention.

Pei Jinghe deliberately asked, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

Wu Jiangyuan's raven-black lashes trembled, and a faint blush spread around the corners of his eyes. He looked both embarrassed and annoyed. "...My dick hurts."

The pent-up pressure was unbearable.

Pei Jinghe raised an eyebrow slightly and feigned confusion. "Then what should we do?"

Wu Jiangyuan said, "Help me."

"How?"

Pei Jinghe rested his palm on his lower back and kneaded it with measured pressure. Lowering his head to his ear, he asked intimately, "How do you want me to help you?"

"Tell me with your actions, Tangtang."

His rich, low voice was full of enticement, luring Wu Jiangyuan on, step by step.

At first, a moment of clarity flickered in his eyes, but hearing the nickname Tangtang left him bewildered again.

After that bewilderment, he took the initiative to lift Pei Jinghe's hand...

The freesia scent in the room gradually dispersed, leaving a faint, damp, musky odor in the air.

Pei Jinghe tucked the covers around Wu Jiangyuan and switched the air conditioning to a low-temperature setting.

Only after finishing all this did he turn and enter the bathroom. He leisurely washed his hands clean before coming back out.

He stood beside Wu Jiangyuan's bed and watched him for a while.

Wu Jiangyuan slept soundly on his side, half his face buried in the pillow. The lingering warmth had yet to fade from his face, and his breathing was even.

Pei Jinghe slowly bent down and brushed the loose hair off his forehead, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

"Good night."

Meow, meow, meow. None of that hanky-panky-just the five finger brothers.