Luo Ergou's ass was really pale

The original body's Pheromones scent was extremely unusual, appearing and disappearing without warning.

Going too long without being marked would cause his gland to gradually degenerate.

It would affect both his future marriage and his sex life.

There were only a handful of cases in the entire world, and no specific drug could treat it yet.

What had the doctor said when he first transmigrated here?

Oh.

Epiphyllum Syndrome.

A crisp, refreshing fragrance that soothed the heart.

A brief flowering, brilliant for only an instant.

Of course.

It could also be used medicinally.

Cooling in nature, acting on the lungs, sweet in taste, clearing heat and reducing internal fire...

Wait, he was getting sidetracked.

So how the hell had this pervert smelled it?!

His gland had already degenerated so much that he was practically a fucking Beta!

And this guy actually...

While Chen Bei was still reeling in shock, Luo Ergou had crawled over and slipped his arms around the slender Omega. "Smells so good-"

"Let me take a few more sniffs-"

"Sluuurp, sluuurp-"

Chen Bei: "..."

He wore the expression of that old-man-looking-at-his-phone-on-the-subway meme.

He planted one hand straight onto Luo Ergou's face. "Get the fuck away from me-"

The two weren't just swearing at each other. They were getting physical, too.

Clang, bang.

The noises kept coming.

The paparazzi staking out the Rest Room exchanged glances. Holy shit?! This intense?!

If we barge in now, will we traumatize them?

What if they can never get it u... mark anyone again?

Whatever. For the sake of entertainment journalism, we can't worry about all that!

Charge-

Their inner monologues running wild, the paparazzi kicked open the Rest Room door and shouted, "Don't move!"

"Room inspection!"

"Strike your best pose!"

"We're collecting evidence!"

Holding a special Suppressant, Chen Bei narrowed his eyes. "Where did this bunch of dumbasses come from?"

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.

A flurry of white flashes answered him as the paparazzi took pictures from all sorts of positions and angles.

And so, Luo Ming, who had regained a little clarity, first felt a cool breeze against his ass, then the pain of an intramuscular injection, and only afterward the incessant racket around him.

Dazed, bewildered, and utterly clueless, he turned around, instinctively trying to flash his wickedly arrogant smile. But before the corners of his mouth could rise, a roar burst out instead. "Why are you taking pictures of my ass?!"

"Believe me when I say I'll slaughter every last one of you!"

"Throw you in the river to feed the fish!"

"Silence you for good?!"

He was a domineering CEO, after all. Intimidated, the paparazzi turned and ran before anyone could figure out what was happening.

Old Luo Third and Old Luo Fourth, squeezed into the crowd to watch the fun, each licked their ice cream. Honestly, cheap cream tasted good. It tasted like childhood.

"What are you all watching?" they asked the people ahead of them in unison.

The onlookers answered without turning around.

"Someone got caught cheating?"

"No, no, no, someone's trying to rape someone!"

"That's not it at all! You people just make stuff up out of thin air!"

"It was clearly a male nurse giving a psychiatric patient a shot in the butt!"

"That psychiatric patient was pretty handsome, too. I feel like I've seen him somewhere. On TV? In a livestream? Shit, I can't quite remember!"

"..."

Thanks to the internet's rapid spread, all the time traditional news needed to gain traction was now cut out entirely. Photo after photo was uploaded and shared like crazy, even turned into GIFs and nominated for the trending topics list.

And so, ten minutes later, the trending searches exploded.

#Luo Ming's Pheromones disorder#

#How many genetic diseases does the Luo Family have#

#Is there no one left in this world that Top Alphas care about#

#The world falls apart and Assistant Chen patches it up#

#Luo Ergou's ass was really pale#

The comments went completely wild.

[Lady-killer in linen: Only after watching "Young Masters" did I realize that domineering CEOs really don't treat me like an outsider! Sure, it was pixelated, but I can still imagine it!]

[Stroking chrysanthemums with a silent smile: So this is what the ass of someone with digestive problems looks like? Oh, it's no different from mine!]

[Idiot wholesaler: Please save and download the GIF. I have a feeling it'll get deleted any second!]

[I'm carbon, of course I'm black: Holy shit! Watson, I've spotted the overlooked clue. Just enlarge one of the photos and you'll find Assistant Chen's Scent-blocking Patch in Luo Ergou's hand!]

[Terminally cute loli: So?! This wasn't actually a scene of someone controlling a Pheromones disorder? It was hand-to-hand combat?!]

[Jiangnan pig factory: Ohohoho! My sister-in-law and I are getting excited!]

[...]

The live broadcast of filming was suspended.

Staff members were searching the entire cruise ship for those paparazzi.

Director Meng and Director Yang sat facing each other, their faces as black as the bottom of an old pot.

After a brief silence, Yang Shuo broke it first. "Heh, this certainly counts as a filming incident. Back in school, the teacher stressed this topic. Didn't you learn anything?!"

Director Meng curled his lip. "A filming incident isn't necessarily our Production Crew's fault. We need to see who let the paparazzi in!"

"You're saying there's a mole?" Yang Shuo raised an eyebrow. "It definitely isn't one of my people. I know my staff very well. I personally reviewed every single résumé back then!"

"Brother Shit, have you never misjudged anyone?" Director Meng snorted. "Didn't the filming location for your variety show's last season get leaked ahead of time? And the guests ended up getting secretly photographed on the toilet!"

"Come to think of it, that involved asses, too."

"Surely even coincidences can't be this coincidental?"

Yang Shuo slammed the table and sprang to his feet. "You're just picking a fight, aren't you?! Do you believe I'll punch you?!"

Director Meng refused to back down. "Come on, then! I've been sick of you for ages. Today we'll settle which of us is the man and which is the woman!"

The assistant was just about to intervene when a question suddenly flashed through his mind.

Which is the man and which is the woman?

Not which is the Alpha and which is the Omega?

In that instant of thought, the two had already grappled together. All he could do was wave his hands in panic. "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Keep this up and you'll end up trending-ah, no, someone will die!"

In a corner of the deck.

The Fourth Young Master gazed out at the river.

The sky was pitch-black, merging into a single line with the riverbank.

"Cry if you want to," Old Luo First suddenly said.

Old Luo Second turned in surprise. "You... you saw the photos?"

Old Luo First nodded, his expression grave. "I took screenshots, too."

Old Luo Second: "..."

He didn't know what to say. Beside him, Old Luo Third straightened his back and patted his own shoulder. "Brother, lean on me."

Old Luo Second looked over with a complicated expression. "You-"

A sinister glint flashed through Old Luo Third's eyes. "I took screenshots, too."

Old Luo Second: "..."

"Me too," Old Luo Fourth spoke up, adjusting his bespectacled, cultured-scoundrel look. "It's saved in my photo gallery now."

"The difference is."

"Mine's a GIF."

"Some netizen made it."

"Your head keeps turning back."

"It's pretty entertaining."

Old Luo Second: "..."

The next second, he climbed onto the cruise ship's railing.

The other three young masters asked in unison, "What are you doing?"

Old Luo Second turned his head. "I'm fucking jumping into the sea."

"Turning into a water ghost!"

"And dragging you all down with me!"

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