Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 137

Chapter 137

“When did you get here?” Nan Liujing asked, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he and the others spotted Dan Ying. Even more astonishing was Dan Ying’s apparent intention to audition.

Though Dan Ying was an S-rank alpha, his mother had suffered a severe illness during her pregnancy, resulting in his congenital weakness. From birth, his vision was severely impaired, and due to his fragile constitution, he spent a long time in an incubator.

Could someone like him… really act?

Dan Ying sat quietly in his wheelchair, his pale gray eyes gleaming with an inorganic luster. His hands were clasped in his lap, his voice flat as he replied, “Just arrived. How did your auditions go?”

“Not bad, I guess,” Su Luochen replied, uncertain, his heart a tangle of anticipation and unease. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

As he passed Dan Ying to get a drink of water from the table, he suddenly turned his head, like a hunting dog catching a crucial scent.

“You’ve met Yuan Shiyuan,” he stated with unwavering certainty.

Yuan Shiyuan’s scent lingered on Dan Ying.

Dan Ying didn’t deny it. “We ran into each other earlier.”

Yue Xiao exclaimed in surprise, “Your eyes… can you see perfectly now?”

“Not entirely,” Dan Ying said calmly. “The doctor says I still need to be observed. Sometimes my vision might suddenly blur, just like before.”

“But most of the time, I can see clearly.”

Dan Ying was fortunate.

The moment his vision cleared, he saw Yuan Shiyuan’s face—not just an imagined image, but the real, living person right before him.

“However—”

His pale gray eyes, veiled like a thin mist, fixed precisely on the Alphas as he tilted his head. Dan Ying’s fingers drummed softly on the wheelchair armrest, a hint of puzzlement in his gesture.

“Why would our Yuan Shiyuan become a member of Scepter?”

“……”

A deathly silence fell over the room.

Yue Xiao’s father was the largest shareholder of Ximi Entertainment. As childhood friends, they had formed a boy group, which Ximi Entertainment naturally pushed with all its might.

Accustomed to smooth sailing, they had never concerned themselves with management affairs, knowing someone would always smooth their path.

Any resources they desired were readily provided by countless eager hands.

In the end, Yue Xiao simply said, “It’s a long story.”

Seeing their expressions, Dan Ying surmised that Yuan Shiyuan must have endured many things he couldn’t accept.

Though he had only met Yuan Shiyuan a few times, Dan Ying could tell he had a kind temperament and treated others with gentle consideration.

For Yuan Shiyuan to lose his temper, the situation must have been dire.

They must have made a grave mistake.

Since going abroad for treatment, Dan Ying had focused solely on his therapy, day after day surrounded by medical equipment. He seemed to have lost track of time, his perception of the outside world growing increasingly blurred.

Only the voices on the recorder remained crystal clear. These recordings, however, were carefully edited versions.

Dan Ying listened to the surveillance footage sent by the company one by one, pausing only when Yuan Shiyuan’s voice came on. In this way, he stole snippets of Yuan Shiyuan’s casual banter and playful teasing with others.

After deliberate processing, the other voices were reduced to faint, almost imperceptible background noise.

This gave him the greatest sense of immersion, as if he himself were the one chatting with Yuan Shiyuan.

Dan Ying never imagined that when he finally turned on his mobile phone on the flight back home, he would be greeted by an avalanche of news about Yuan Shiyuan joining another boy group.

Scepter.

“Are you serious?”

In the nanny van, Yuan Shiyuan was giving a rough account of his conversation with Chen Yin.

Zhuang He, riding shotgun, was so excited he nearly leaped out of his seat. He gripped his seatbelt tightly. “Director Chen really said that? Both male second leads are going to our group?”

“I’d say it’s about eighty or ninety percent certain,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, cautious not to overstate.

But Yuan Shiyuan knew better than anyone that the decision was practically sealed. Though all the Scepter members were rookies, their S-rank Alpha learning capacity was exceptional. After intensive training and classes, they had already acquired a solid foundation in acting, and their audition performances had been remarkably impressive.

What truly impressed Chen Yin was the subtle, natural chemistry between them and Yuan Shiyuan—that magnetic tension where just a glance could ignite sparks, more captivating than any contrived acting technique.

The other Scepter Alphas celebrated for only a fleeting moment before plunging into even deeper anxiety.

There were five of them, but only two male second lead roles.

Five vying for two spots? That meant the odds of being left out were high.

Ying Mingche was the most troubled. He was convinced he had delivered a stellar audition, portraying the mistress role with unparalleled mastery. No one on Earth could play the mistress better than me, he thought.

Director Chen Yin seemed quite impressed with Ying Mingxi’s performance as well. Since they were twins, the production team would inevitably choose only one of them.

The script had already been finalized, and the roles of the mistress and the legitimate boyfriend could never be given to both of them.

Zhuang He said, “Our group has already secured two second male lead roles. The remaining three might still snag some cannon fodder parts… If you all could make it into the production team, that would be fantastic.”

“Whether on-screen or off, we could watch out for each other.”

Securing Director Chen Yin’s collaboration was a monumental triumph for the team.

Upon returning to the company, Zhuang He threw a small celebratory party and even gave bonuses to the relevant staff.

The break area was tidied up, with drinks arranged on the slate coffee table—foreign liquors, beers, and soft drinks aplenty, catering to everyone’s preferences. For those who didn’t drink alcohol, staff provided bottled water, allowing everyone to help themselves as they pleased.

Yuan Shiyuan sat cross-legged on a white-gray plaid fleece blanket, watching Bo Jin expertly handle the shaker and jigger.

“You know how to do this too?” he asked, taking the glass with curiosity.

Bo Jin looked at him. “There’s a lot I know how to do.”

“Oh.” Showing off again, huh?

Yuan Shiyuan also knew how to mix cocktails.

After finishing the drink Bo Jin handed him, Yuan Shiyuan picked up a glass of foreign liquor. The slender bottle flowed smoothly between his delicate fingers, his movements crisp and elegant, a mesmerizing performance in themselves.

“Thank you, Brother Bo Jin,” Yuan Shiyuan said, handing the re-mixed cocktail back to Bo Jin with a tilt of his chin and a smile.

Ying Mingche interjected sourly, “Did you mix drinks like this at WF Live Music Bar back then too?”

Yuan Shiyuan nearly choked. “How did you find out about that?” he asked incredulously.

“You didn’t know? After you posted that clarification video under your alt account, the netizens dug up everything,” Ying Mingche replied. “You used to sing at WF Bar and even helped promote their business. They even pinned your video to their account… though your face wasn’t fully visible.”

Yuan Shiyuan had always kept his face hidden.

At first, he was still underage, and the boss had hired him out of kindness. Worried about harassment from creepy customers, the boss provided masks, scarves, and other props to conceal his face during performances.

Surprisingly, this semi-concealed look only added to his mystique. Combined with his clear, pure voice, it drew crowds of Alphas who would stake out the bar every day.

Netizens proved to be exceptional amateur archaeologists, with many fans unearthing footage of Yuan Shiyuan’s residency performances, revealing scenes of frenzied Alphas clamoring beneath the stage. They even meticulously collected the tissues he used to wipe sweat onstage.

There was a previous incident where a used tissue accidentally fell from the stage, sparking a chaotic scramble among the Alphas below.

Yuan Shiyuan seemed to effortlessly attract these fanatical Alphas.

Even during his bartending residency at the music bar, the Alphas had formed a small clique, daily discussing in their group chat “YUAN’s” recent activities, why he hadn’t shown up for work again, and so on.

The conversation inevitably drifted to topics like “His face is so small,” “How much would it cost to drink a cocktail he made?” and “Would 100,000 be enough to get him to sit beside me and keep me company while I drink (just sit, nothing more)?”

They were truly a bunch of perverts.

Many fans furiously cursed these lecherous Alphas while inwardly marveling at Yuan Shiyuan’s seemingly innate ability to attract the twisted desires of this particular group.

“And there’s even more outrageous stuff,” Ying Mingche said, pulling up another video.

A netizen had followed the trail of breadcrumbs and stumbled upon a short video geotagged at WF Live Music Bar. In it, they spotted someone who looked suspiciously like Yue Xiao, a member of Necro!

Yue Xiao, wearing a mask, sat rigidly at the bar, his gaze locked unwaveringly on Yuan Shiyuan behind the counter.

In the video, Yuan Shiyuan was wearing fluffy cat ears and a lace choker. His bartending movements flowed like water, his wrist lifting slightly as the bells on his wrist jingled crisply.

The comments section was flooded with remarks: “YUAN usually only wears a mask or simple props while bartending. If you want him to wear other accessories, you have to pay extra.”

And it was expensive.

This seemingly simple outfit on Yuan Shiyuan would cost at least 100,000 tips.

Many CP-shipping fans flocked to the video, declaring that their ship had finally sailed. But others furiously cursed Necro for its persistent harassment, arguing that Yue Xiao was sexually harassing Yuan Shiyuan, who was just trying to make a living.

Ying Mingche knew Yue Xiao definitely had designs on Yuan Shiyuan, but he dismissed the dull-witted fool as beneath his notice.

He continued scrolling through short videos, watching Yuan Shiyuan appear in one unfamiliar outfit after another.

Ying Mingche glanced at Yuan Shiyuan, who was now wearing a ready-to-wear piece from the brand he endorsed. The satin top’s neckline was slightly open, revealing his full, sunken collarbones.

A section of the lower back was designed with an irregular cutout, just large enough to reveal a small red mole above his waist dimples.

“Shiyuan, there are videos of you everywhere online now,” Xiao Huang said worriedly, having overheard Ying Mingche’s comment.

Yuan Shiyuan shrugged, unconcerned. “It’s not like it’s some scandalous video. No big deal.”

At WF Live Music Bar, he only sang and mixed drinks—he wasn’t selling himself for sex.

The videos netizens posted were just recordings of his performances—not some compromising footage.

Ying Mingche draped an arm over Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder and suddenly muttered, “Why do you always attract weirdos so easily?”

Yuan Shiyuan lazily glanced at Ying Mingche.

With delicate, slender fingers, he pinched the Alpha’s jaw, the seemingly gentle grip possessing an inescapable force.

His gaze lowered, looking down at the Alpha with detached amusement. “Like you?”

As Ying Mingche’s attention momentarily drifted, Yuan Shiyuan’s lips curled into a smirk. He tilted his head slightly, tapped the Alpha’s cheek with the back of his hand, and hissed into his ear, each word precise:

“Pervert.”

The warm breath brushed against Ying Mingche’s ear, instantly reddening his earlobe and igniting a feverish glint in his eyes. Even Ying Mingxi, sitting across the table, turned his gaze toward them.

Ying Mingxi took a long swig of his drink, his eyes fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s every move.

“No whispering secrets!” Zhuang He blurted out, his heart pounding whenever he saw Yuan Shiyuan close to the group’s Alphas. He still remembered the shocking scene he had witnessed at the hotel—a scene that had left an indelible mark on his mind.

Yuan Shiyuan, who looked like such an innocent boy, turned out to be quite the wild card. Afraid things might get out of hand, he quickly interjected, “Hey everyone, don’t just stand around drinking! Let’s play some games to celebrate Scepter securing the role!”

Zhuang He promptly whisked Ying Mingche away. In Zhuang He’s eyes, Ying Mingche was now the most dangerous member—the Alpha most likely to corrupt Yuan Shiyuan.

Just as the tension eased, a female staff member approached Yuan Shiyuan politely, holding her phone.

Since Zhuang He had given all the staff bonuses, she was planning to treat herself to something nice. “Shiyuan, which of these two shoulder bags do you think looks better? I want to reward myself with one.”

Yuan Shiyuan studied the two bags on the screen, deep in thought.

Xiao Huang teased, “Why are you asking Shiyuan? He’s the ultimate straight man!”

“I may be a straight man, but my taste is impeccable,” Yuan Shiyuan retorted, amused. Then, growing serious, he added, “I think the first one. It suits you perfectly. The material isn’t lambskin, so it won’t damage easily, you won’t feel bad using it, and it’s more refined. The second one is more practical for commuting, but you usually just carry a canvas tote to work anyway, right?”

“Since I’m treating myself, I should get the one I like best.”

“I think you’d be happier with the first one.”

The woman froze.

How did Yuan Shiyuan know I usually commute with a canvas tote bag?!

Yuan Shiyuan had an excellent memory. If he’d met someone at the company and exchanged greetings, he’d remember their name and face. Let alone the staff who worked so hard on their Early Stage and Late Stage projects.

The woman was indeed torn. She preferred the first bag, but its smaller size wasn’t practical for work. After agonizing over the decision, she’d finally added the second option.

Seeing the logic in Yuan Shiyuan’s words, she followed her heart. “Thank you, Shiyuan! I’ll get the first one then. Perfect timing—it’s the one you’re endorsing!”

“Does this count as supporting you too?”

Yuan Shiyuan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his clear voice softened by a touch of tipsiness. “Then thank you for your support, Big Sister.”

The pink-haired youth before her, his cheeks flushed from the slight buzz, called her “Big Sister” with eyes bright and earnest. Even without drinking, she felt lightheaded, as if drunk.

Another glass of wine was offered to Yuan Shiyuan. Bo Jin subtly shielded him from prying eyes, lowered his gaze to Yuan Shiyuan, and asked, “Want to try this? I added some soda water.”

Yuan Shiyuan deftly picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The refreshing, mellow taste made him narrow his eyes slightly. Jiang Heng, who had just finished grilling some skewers, offered them over, cradling Yuan Shiyuan’s chin and feeding him bite by bite.

Yuan Shiyuan had a strong palate and loved spicy food. Combined with the alcohol, his lips quickly flushed a rich, deep red, the color creeping down his collarbones like a crimson stain, shimmering under the dim lighting.

He looked utterly captivating, and everyone present, regardless of gender, couldn’t help but fix their gaze on him.

Bo Jin frowned deeply, cupping Yuan Shiyuan’s face in his hands. “Drink less. This wine is mixed with soda, but it still packs a punch.”

“So what if it hits hard? I don’t have any shoots tomorrow anyway.”

Now that the second male lead role had been secured for his teammate, Yuan Shiyuan was in high spirits, swaying gently to the music as the alcohol began to take hold.

After a pause, he turned his wet, glistening eyes to Zhuang He. “Right?”

Zhuang He chuckled. “Absolutely! We’re all free tomorrow! We’re just waiting for Director Chen’s announcement. His team is burning the midnight oil to finalize the casting. It should be soon.”

“With the second male lead settled this morning, casting the remaining cannon fodder roles should be a breeze.”

The five S-rank alphas were on tenterhooks again, terrified they might miss even the chance to be cannon fodder—watching Yuan Shiyuan film intimate scenes with others.

Zhuang He changed the subject. “Shiyuan’er, you need to be extra careful these days. After your role was announced, many fans celebrated, but some were devastated and couldn’t accept it, especially a group of extremist ‘Dream A’ fans… I’m worried they might do something irrational.”

Ying Mingche, who was surfing the web at lightning speed, chimed in. “Quite a few Dream A members have been saying they’re going to audition as a group. There might even be some of your Dream A fans here today.”

He scoffed. “Such delusional fantasies.”

Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t been aware of this. Looking back at the auditions today, he realized many gazes had indeed been secretly watching him. But he was already used to such attention and hadn’t reacted much.

Could some of them actually be my Dream A fans?

“They’ll probably be weeded out during the interviews, right?” Yuan Shiyuan said. “Director Chen is quite strict. He wouldn’t cast complete amateurs with no experience, would he?”

Ying Mingxi said gently, “Not necessarily. For cannon fodder roles like this—minor characters—if someone has the right looks and is willing to invest their own money in the production… no director would turn them down.”

“Especially since the leader of Dream A, nicknamed Brother Snake, is still posting threats on the forum, vowing to take down us money-grubbing freeloaders.”

Of course, this was an exaggerated account. Ying Mingche pulled out his phone again, opened User S’s profile, and showed it to Yuan Shiyuan, unable to suppress a laugh.

Yuan Shiyuan quickly understood what Ying Mingche was laughing at.

After User S’s name, there was a suffix: “Waiting for Yuan Shiyuan’s Little Sister solo debut.”

“Little Sister?” Yuan Shiyuan’s brow furrowed slightly. “I don’t have a little sister.”

“Baby, he’s calling you that,” Ying Mingche chuckled, leaning against Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder. “Little Sister Yuan.”

Compared to embarrassing nicknames like “Baby” or “Wife,” “Little Sister” seemed almost innocuous.

Yuan Shiyuan’s expression remained unchanged, not even a twitch in his brow. He simply murmured a casual “Oh,” indicating he’d seen it.

But Ying Mingche was just getting started. He cycled through “Baby,” “Little Princess,” and “Little Sister,” not tiring of the game while Yuan Shiyuan was already annoyed.

Yuan Shiyuan grabbed a biscuit and shoved it into Ying Mingche’s mouth. “Shut up already.”

Why did Ying Mingche’s use of these nicknames sound so strange? Like a sarcastic taunt, as if he were deliberately trying to provoke Yuan Shiyuan.

Zhuang He chuckled merrily, just about to wax poetic about the deep camaraderie within their team. But the next moment, his smile froze on his face, twisted into something uglier than a cry.

He glanced at Yuan Shiyuan, who was being swarmed by his entourage, and sighed softly. “Generally speaking, alpha fans have low spending power. But our Shiyuan’er is an exception. His alpha fans, especially the ‘Dream A’ group, are incredibly high-spending. They buy merchandise by the box every time… These extreme groups actually wield considerable influence. If we let their ‘money power’ infiltrate the production team, the consequences could be disastrous.”

Ying Mingche, who had been playfully teasing Yuan Shiyuan just moments before, gradually grew serious.

As a daily internet denizen, he was well aware of just how fanatical the Dream A group could be. Yet, for all their perversion, these Alphas held respectable positions: elite executives, wealthy overseas students, business owners, models…

If they were determined to use their connections and wealth to infiltrate the production team and get close to Yuan Shiyuan, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility.

Yuan Shiyuan nodded, finding the prospect troublesome. “Everything else is manageable, but any disruption to the production team would be a real headache.”

“As long as they behave themselves on set, it’s manageable. But if they start releasing pheromones publicly like that Alpha at the concert, it would cause absolute chaos.”

Xiao Huang chimed in, “That’s why Director Chen checks the social media accounts of all auditioning actors to weed out hardcore fans. Guess what? Almost every Alpha who auditioned was following Shiyuan and had high-level accounts on the forum!”

“The rest were either using burner accounts or had already scrubbed their histories clean. Director Chen was torn between laughter and despair.”

Zhuang He interrupted, “We can discuss that later. I have some good news—Shiyuan is getting another luxury brand endorsement! This time, it’s for a high-end watch!”

“Our Little Princess is truly amazing!”

Ying Mingche cheered enthusiastically, trying to sneak a kiss from Yuan Shiyuan, but Jiang Heng swiftly grabbed his waist and pulled him away. Before Yuan Shiyuan could settle, Bo Jin scooped him up by the armpits and firmly deposited him on his other side.

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

Why am I being tossed around like a little plush doll, a collectible figurine, by all these Alphas?

Making a quick excuse, Yuan Shiyuan slipped away to get some air.

After walking two laps outside, the cold wind suddenly hit him, belatedly bringing on the aftereffects of the liquor. He felt overwhelmingly drowsy and wanted to return to the dormitory to sleep, but leaving without saying goodbye seemed impolite…

Yuan Shiyuan had barely taken a few steps when a large hand grasped his shoulder from the side, turning him face-to-face.

Beneath the clear night sky, he met a pair of calm, cool eyes.

“Captain?”

“What are you doing out here too?”

Pei Yanbing’s ears flushed an unnatural red. He stared intently at Yuan Shiyuan and murmured, “I saw you come out.”

“So you followed me out?” Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t expected that answer. Smiling, he leaned into the Alpha’s embrace, feeling comfortable, then tilted his head back to nuzzle his cheek against the Alpha’s jawline. “Are you my little shadow?”

“Mm-hmm, I am,” Pei Yanbing replied, stroking Yuan Shiyuan’s flushed face. “You should go back and rest. Your face is burning up.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s alcohol tolerance was decent, but only for beer. Tonight, however, he had drunk a lot of hard liquor.

The last time he’d drunk hard liquor, he’d gotten drunk quickly, and Bo Jin had been by his side.

This time, it was Pei Yanbing instead.

Whether then or now, that feeling of complete physical and mental relaxation, letting his consciousness drift freely, overlapped in a strange way.

Leaning against the Alpha, Yuan Shiyuan’s thoughts remained scattered. After a long moment, he finally said, “Oh,” a beat too late.

Pei Yanbing asked tentatively, “Then… should we go to my dormitory?”

Yuan Shiyuan suddenly lifted his gaze.

Pei Yanbing’s expression instantly tightened, as if he had said something wrong, and he dared not speak again.

Yuan Shiyuan, however, smiled faintly. “Why so tense? Sure, let’s go to your dormitory… but I remember, you share a room with Jiang Heng, right?”

“Mm,” Pei Yanbing replied. “He’s still at the gathering. If we go back now, it’ll just be us.”

Why does that sound so… strange?

Yuan Shiyuan cast a suspicious glance at Pei Yanbing but said nothing more.

They left the gathering early and returned to the privacy of their dormitory.

As if completely shedding his restrained, aloof facade, Pei Yanbing revealed his clingy nature. He wrapped his arms around Yuan Shiyuan from behind, his chin resting on the crown of his pink hair.

Though Pei Yanbing’s pheromone was icy, his body radiated warmth. The dormitory’s air conditioning hadn’t fully kicked in yet, and Yuan Shiyuan, feeling overheated, was about to pull away when the icy pheromone enveloped him in an airtight cocoon.

The Alpha pulled him even closer, his thin lips brushing against Yuan Shiyuan’s ear.

He still won’t let go.

Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head. “Captain, do you want to sleep with me in your arms tonight?”

Pei Yanbing’s eyes lit up. “Would that be alright?”

Yuan Shiyuan frowned. “Why do you insist on holding me to sleep?”

Pei Yanbing buried his face in the crook of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, murmuring, “With you beside me… I sleep better.”

“Better? How so?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, feigning ignorance. “It’s not like I’m your Abeibei, is it?”

“No.”

Pei Yanbing’s ears flushed slightly, but his gaze remained intensely focused on Yuan Shiyuan as he said each word clearly: “You’re my treasure.”

Yuan Shiyuan had been joking, but the Alpha’s words stunned him.

He awkwardly averted his gaze, then stole glances at Pei Yanbing, noticing the hazy drunkenness in his eyes.

Looks like I’m not the only one who drank too much tonight.

Pei Yanbing’s body was burning hot, yet his pheromones remained icy cold…

Inappropriately, Yuan Shiyuan recalled the searing intensity of Bo Jin’s pheromones colliding with Pei Yanbing’s frigid ones, creating an overwhelmingly intense stimulation.

It hadn’t been long since their last encounter, yet his body was already craving that sensation. A faint heat stirred deep within his abdomen and glands, intensifying under the alcohol’s influence…

Yuan Shiyuan shifted his knees slightly together, but it was futile. His body craved a more direct, more potent dose of S-rank pheromone.

He lay back against the dark bedding, his chest rising and falling gently. A flush crept from his cheeks down his neck. His eyes shimmered with moisture, as if veiled by a thin mist, yet shone with startling brilliance.

Then, he slowly raised his leg, bent his knee, and hooked it around Pei Yanbing’s waist.

“Captain…”

It was just a breathless whisper, but Pei Yanbing seemed to receive an unspoken command. He knew what Yuan Shiyuan wanted. He immediately knelt between Yuan Shiyuan’s knees, tilting his head back to gaze into those damp, amber eyes that radiated invitation.

Locked in eye contact, Pei Yanbing slowly lowered his head, his teeth gently gripping the waistband. With a sharp tug, he ripped it open.

Almost instantly, Yuan Shiyuan felt the cool air conditioner breeze against his skin.

A delicate, pale pink petal sprang free with a crisp rustle, landing squarely on Pei Yanbing’s face.

Startled by the sound, Yuan Shiyuan’s face burned with shame. He reached to brush it away, but Pei Yanbing tilted his head, pressed his cheek against the petal, and slowly rubbed it with his high, straight nose and feverish skin, clearly savoring the touch.

Unable to endure this teasing, Yuan Shiyuan pushed Pei Yanbing’s head away. “Don’t…”

Before he could finish, Pei Yanbing seized his wrist, pinning it forcefully against the dark sheets.

Then, scorching breaths landed on his skin as Pei Yanbing buried his face against Yuan Shiyuan’s neck.