Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 50
Chapter 50 Silent Invitation
Where to kiss?
Ying Mingche of course wanted a more intimate kiss, but Yuan Shiyuan’s wary little expression reminded him not to push his luck.
“The cheek.” He thought for a moment, then tapped the side of his face with his fingertip, his voice carrying a barely noticeable nervousness.
“Okay.”
Yuan Shiyuan agreed crisply.
No sooner had he spoken than he rose onto his toes and lightly pressed his lips to Ying Mingche’s cheek.
The kiss was instantaneous. Yuan Shiyuan’s face remained calm, as if he had only brushed against the most ordinary object.
It was Ying Mingche—the one who had asked for the kiss—who was taken aback. He stepped back as if burned. He covered the spot that had been kissed; his ears and neck flushed bright red.
“What’s wrong?” Yuan Shiyuan lifted an eyebrow slightly, his tone teasing. “Weren’t you the one who wanted to kiss?”
Ying Mingche rarely looked so flustered.
Like a mischievous child who expected punishment but instead suddenly received a reward, he was stunned.
“You…” Ying Mingche said in disbelief, “you just give it to me?”
And gave it so quickly, without any hesitation!
Yuan Shiyuan leaned against the makeup table, watching Ying Mingche’s flustered expression and finding it rather amusing. Ying Mingche had been the one to suggest kissing the face; Yuan had only gone along, yet Ying Mingche reacted like a lit firecracker, exploding and running every which way.
Ying Mingche should have been happy that his wish was granted, but instead of joy he felt a little disgruntled and urgently asked, “What about other people?”
“If someone else asked you to kiss them, would you kiss them too?”
“Yes.”
“You—!”
“But this is my first time kissing someone.” Family doesn’t count.
First time? Ying Mingche’s eyes lit up instantly, a secret delight swelling in his chest. He pretended to stay composed and took two awkward steps closer to Yuan Shiyuan. “Oh, it’s my first time being kissed too,” he said.
He tried to act unfazed, as if the kiss didn’t matter, though his breathing was still rapid.
In the end he scratched his head in frustration and muttered under his breath, “If only I’d known…”
“Known that you wanted to kiss?”
Ying Mingche had expected to be refused, or that he would have to beg and plead for a long time before Yuan Shiyuan would reluctantly offer a charity-like kiss. But Yuan had agreed too quickly and kissed so decisively that Ying Mingche hadn’t even had time to react before it was over.
He felt cheated.
“That one doesn’t count. I want a proper kiss.” Ying Mingche, certain he’d been shortchanged, asked for compensation.
Yuan Shiyuan rejected him without mercy, coolly saying, “Each person only gets one practice opportunity per day.”
“Only one?”
“Of course. Do you think I can keep up if you practice an unlimited number of times?”
Yuan Shiyuan had thought this through seriously. “There are five of you. If each person practices multiple times a day, do you think it’s possible? I don’t have enough of myself to go around.”
“So each person can only practice once a day.”
That was reasonable and well argued; Ying Mingche found he couldn’t retort. He still wanted to push for it, but saw Yuan Shiyuan suddenly take on a serious expression and glance at him coldly.
“Ying Mingche, are you listening or not?”
Yuan Shiyuan rarely used Ying Mingche’s full name.
Generally, Yuan Shiyuan only called him by his full name when he was angry, which triggered a conditioned response.
Being called by his full name meant Yuan Shiyuan was upset, and that he had to behave. No matter how excited or desirous he felt at the moment, he had to stop acting out and put Yuan Shiyuan’s feelings first.
The pleading words stuck in his throat and were swallowed back down.
“All right then.”
Ying Mingche bit his lip in discontent, looking as dejected as a large dog caught in the rain.
He pretended to comply, but not two seconds later he turned his face slightly and whispered, “I want my side of the face too.”
“This is also a cheek kiss, counts as today’s practice. I haven’t broken the rules.” Yuan Shiyuan retorted, “After I kiss you, I leave?”
Ying Mingche nodded at once.
Yuan Shiyuan reached out, tilted Ying Mingche’s face, rose on his toes again, and pressed his lips to the other side of the Alpha’s cheek.
Having been mentally prepared this time, the sensation of the kiss felt even clearer. Soft and springy, with a faint scent from Yuan Shiyuan.
Ying Mingche’s heart, which had just calmed, went haywire again; dizziness washed over him. He stared at Yuan Shiyuan in a daze—under the pink hair the face still showed traces of makeup, amber eyes framed by long, thick lashes were looking up at him, and below them were soft, flushed lips…
The very place that had just kissed him.
Yuan Shiyuan was generous; after one peck he asked proactively, “Want more?”
A cheek kiss turned out to be less hard to accept than he’d imagined—maybe because it stayed superficial, not a deep exchange. Or perhaps because Ying Mingche found Yuan Shiyuan’s unusual reaction to being kissed amusing, which gave Yuan a peculiar sense of accomplishment.
The bigger Ying Mingche’s reaction, the clearer it proved his initiative had worked; this practice wasn’t pointless.
Giving a kiss wasn’t a big deal.
As Yuan Shiyuan’s tolerance strengthened, so did Ying Mingche’s.
Ying Mingche’s heart rate remained alarmingly high, but he was steadier than before. Watching Yuan Shiyuan’s casual, languid manner, something stirred in him.
He suddenly grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s waist and gave a hard heave upward. With a “boom,” Yuan Shiyuan was pressed against the makeup table; the table legs scraped and rocked against the floor.
Taking advantage of Yuan Shiyuan’s momentary shock, Ying Mingche bent his head and left a kiss on his left cheek, then flashed a triumphant grin.
He already had the face of a school-drama male lead—when he smiled it was sunny, with a mischievous edge. Right then, the fill lights by the makeup mirror lit their faces and expressions especially clearly.
Yuan Shiyuan froze from the kiss, instinctively lifting his face; surprise parted his lips slightly. Ying Mingche’s gaze dropped to his pupils, which were bright, a clear reflection of Yuan Shiyuan’s face mirrored in them.
Before Yuan Shiyuan could speak, Ying Mingche swiftly peppered a kiss on his right cheek—this one stronger, with a playful, prankish quality.
Having done it, Ying Mingche bolted from the scene, leaving Yuan Shiyuan sitting dumbfounded on the makeup table.
Yuan Shiyuan’s expression was one of pure disbelief.
He’d been forcibly kissed?
Even if it was the cheek…
A chill of goosebumps rose over Yuan Shiyuan instantly.
Indeed, for straight men both kissing others and being kissed were torturous. Especially when kissed—the Alpha’s warmth close by, breath brushing the ear, and the instant thin lips touched—could make his shoulders twitch uncontrollably.
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t forget the task at hand; after finishing the pheromone extract, he turned his attention to the body chain in the mirror. The chains crisscrossed and the clasps were as complicated as a maze.
He fiddled with it for a long while and not only failed to unfasten it, but ended up sweating profusely.
Yuan Shiyuan pulled out his phone to contact Zhuang He.
Zhuang He: No problem, take your time. There’s a small issue with the on-site equipment, probably gonna wait a bit before shooting. Pierre even said he’d book a room nearby for you to take a nap.
Yuan Shiyuan: No need.
Booking a room specifically for him to nap was a bit over the top.
Yuan Shiyuan wrestled with the body chain for a moment longer.
Sure enough, this thing really needed someone else’s help.
At that moment, a warm, large hand suddenly came to rest on his shoulder. Yuan Shiyuan, startled like a frightened cat, turned his head.
“Want me to help you?” Ying Mingxi stood behind him and smiled at him gently.
“Brother Mingxi?!” Yuan Shiyuan’s eyelashes lifted high. “When did you get here?”
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t heard a door open or close, which could only mean Ying Mingxi had been in the makeup room the whole time. Thinking back to what had just happened in the makeup room, he felt suddenly embarrassed.
They had clearly agreed to get into character together that evening, yet he and the other guy’s younger brother had already started practicing in the makeup room…
The feeling was too delicate, like having an affair with your husband’s younger brother—convinced no one knew, when in fact the husband had watched the whole thing.
Fortunately they’d only kissed faces, not done anything more out of line.
“The body chain’s pretty complicated; let me help,” Ying Mingxi’s fingers moved nimbly along the back as he answered Yuan Shiyuan’s question. “I’ve been in the makeup room the whole time.”
Being helped was, of course, pleasant, and Ying Mingxi already had a strong service instinct. But the more cautious his movements, the clearer the sensation of his fingertips sliding slowly along Yuan Shiyuan’s spine became.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help shifting his shoulders; a thin blush rose on his face. He tried to change the subject: “You didn’t see anything, right?”
“What do you mean?” Ying Mingxi said, then smiled gently. “No. I was just a bit sleepy, so I took a nap here.”
Yuan Shiyuan visibly relaxed a little.
Kissing Ying Mingche wasn’t a big deal, but having his brother see it felt odd.
Ying Mingxi unclasped half the chain; with the jewelry moved aside, the lines of Yuan Shiyuan’s back became even clearer. His gaze traveled from the slender neck bowed downward, along the spine, and finally rested on a small red mole in the hollow of the waist.
He naturally knew what Yuan Shiyuan had meant.
It was nothing more than the fact that Yuan Shiyuan and his brother had kissed in the makeup room.
He hadn’t just seen it—he’d felt it.
“Has your body been better lately?”
Ying Mingxi’s palm suddenly pressed onto Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder; because of his larger frame, his arm almost wrapped halfway around Yuan Shiyuan, creating a visual of being both enveloping and enveloped.
Yuan Shiyuan nodded and answered honestly, “Much better, thank you, Brother Mingxi. You came from the advertisement shoot all the way to the hospital…”
“That’s what I should do.”
Ying Mingxi sat beside Yuan Shiyuan, his thigh just barely touching the side of Yuan Shiyuan’s leg.
He turned slightly, his kind, warm face full of worry. “But you…are you really okay? Brother Zhuang’s attitude has been off. I’m worried you might be hiding something.”
“Even you think so?” Thin Jin suspected his stomach trouble and brought tonic; Ying Mingxi also thought it was muscle weakness. Yuan Shiyuan laughed and cried at the same time. “I really don’t have a problem—the marking function’s fine too.”
“Really?” Ying Mingxi said. “I’ve looked up a lot of information. Although I usually only treat small animals, humans and animals share a lot of similarities.”
They all meant well, but being universally assumed to have stomach problems plus muscle weakness by the whole team—well, that felt…odd.
Yuan Shiyuan decided, “Brother Mingxi, why don’t you check me?”
Ying Mingxi froze. “Check?”
“Just look at my teeth,” Yuan Shiyuan said. “Alphas have two particularly sharp canines used for marking and injecting pheromones. If the marking function has issues, the sharpness of the teeth will decrease.”
“Just feel my teeth directly and see if I really have stomach trouble.”
To determine whether an Alpha has stomach conditioning, checking the teeth isn’t the best or most accurate method. But Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t very well pull his pants down for Ying Mingxi to inspect, could he?
So he settled for the next best thing—have Ying Mingxi look at his teeth.
Some joked that an Alpha’s canines were essentially their apricot organs; pulling those teeth was like castration. There was some truth to that.
The higher-ranking and more powerful the Alpha, the sharper their canines developed—so they could inject large amounts of highly concentrated pheromones deep into an Omega’s glands. At the same time, their saliva secreted special substances that wouldn’t make an Omega feel pain; instead, it would make the Omega feel…pleasure.
Therefore, the pheromones a high-ranking Alpha injected lingered longer and were hard to remove with ordinary cleansers.
Put bluntly: the pheromones went in too deep and marinated the person thoroughly.
Although Yuan Shiyuan was no longer an Alpha, his marking function remained excellent; according to the report, it was even stronger than when he’d been Alpha.
Ying Mingxi hesitated.
“All right.” In the end, he couldn’t resist concern for his teammate. He reached out and pinched Yuan Shiyuan’s chin. “Shiyuan…”
“I’m ready.” Yuan Shiyuan opened his mouth without fuss. Ying Mingxi lifted his hand—then, after a moment, immediately withdrew.
Yuan Shiyuan: “Finished?”
Why did he feel nothing?
Had he already finished checking the teeth?
“Shiyuan, I thought it over. Since we’re all here anyway, why not take the chance to get a feel for one another?” Ying Mingxi said.
“Sure.” Yuan Shiyuan agreed.
The shoot had run into some issues and would be delayed a while. Pierre had told him to nap, but he wasn’t sleepy and didn’t want to loaf during work hours.
Might as well use the time to practice with teammates and reacquaint himself with the intimate feeling.
After the experience with Bo Jin and Ying Mingche, Yuan Shiyuan slipped into the mood quickly. He rose and straddled Ying Mingxi’s leg.
Under Ying Mingxi’s slightly startled gaze, his tone was as casual as a seasoned seducer.
“Weren’t we supposed to get familiar with each other’s bodies?” Yuan Shiyuan said. “We have to be close to really get to know them.”
Ying Mingxi’s pupils contracted; he hadn’t expected Yuan Shiyuan to be so blunt. The scent around Yuan Shiyuan drifted to his nose—there was even…his pheromone.
“You’re right.” Ying Mingxi suddenly smiled. “Do you want me to release pheromones? Maybe that’ll help us get a feel for it.”
“You said you liked my pheromones last time.” Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow in surprise and didn’t refuse.
As luck would have it, the extract Yuan Shiyuan had just replenished happened to be Ying Mingxi’s pheromone extract, but the bottled substance could never match the fresh scent released in person.
Ying Mingxi was restrained and well-bred; he kept his pheromones tightly controlled with almost no leakage.
Yuan Shiyuan rarely had the chance to smell them.
And now Ying Mingxi was offering them willingly? This couldn’t please him more.
“I rarely want something this much.” Ying Mingxi’s gaze lingered on Yuan Shiyuan’s face; his warm voice lowered a few tones. “I want this role.”
Yuan Shiyuan nodded. “I understand.”
“You understand?”
“Mm—getting this role is like winning an award. Who wouldn’t be tempted by something so big?”
Ying Mingxi smiled again.
He didn’t argue. His large hand slid around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist and drew him a little closer into his arms.
The distance between them vanished; their noses were almost touching.
“Then let’s take our time getting familiar with each other’s bodies.”
“But I can’t take advantage of you for free.” Ying Mingxi clasped Yuan Shiyuan’s hand and lifted it. “To be fair, I’ll go first.”
“Shiyuan, I’ll help you get it wet.”
Under Yuan Shiyuan’s stunned gaze, Ying Mingxi took his hand, tilted his head and pressed his cheek to the palm, rubbing it slowly before lowering his head slightly and taking his finger into his mouth.
His thin lips parted slightly, enclosing the slender white finger. The faint scent on Yuan Shiyuan’s fingertip inexplicably made Ying Mingxi think…it was delicious.
He gently nibbled the slightly protruding knuckle with his teeth, then took the whole joint into his mouth and sucked with measured pressure. His sense of service was excellent too—while licking the finger, he never stopped watching Yuan Shiyuan’s expression, adjusting his actions according to the changes in his face and breathing.
“Mm…”
Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils widened in shock. At such close range he could see clearly how his finger was being wrapped by Alpha lips and tongue; Ying Mingxi’s tongue nimbly twined around the knuckle.
Shiny saliva slid from the corner of his mouth, catching the light with an ambiguous gleam.
Yuan Shiyuan had never imagined he’d one day have a man suck his finger. He certainly hadn’t expected that just this would send fine electric currents through him, making his whole body tingle.
All the while Ying Mingxi kept his eyes on him. As he made wet, sticky sounds eating the finger, his gaze—gentle yet authoritative—remained fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s face.
Soon, Ying Mingxi completely mastered the way Yuan Shiyuan liked it.
“Ah…”
The fingertip felt both numb and itchy; a strange electric sensation spread through his mouth. Yuan Shiyuan, who had been sitting up straight on Ying Mingxi’s lap, unconsciously relaxed.
He settled into a comfortable position and nestled into Ying Mingxi’s arms. When it felt especially good, he would tilt his head back and rub lightly against Ying Mingxi’s jaw.
“First time being like this?” Ying Mingxi’s voice was slightly muffled but clearly amused. As he spoke, he took Yuan Shiyuan’s finger deeper into his mouth.
“Mm…”
Wetness gathered at the corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes; his vision blurred. He lightly bit another finger with the tips of his snow-white teeth and breathed in a chaotic gasp.
Wasn’t it obvious? Who would lick a buddy’s finger for no reason…
Yuan Shiyuan leaned against Ying Mingxi and hummed contentedly, his fingers loosening in relaxation. Just then, the bony, defined finger pressed gently at the corner of his mouth.
The pad rubbed the damp seam of his lips, then pushed against his lower lip, prying it down to reveal an even more intimate, flushed, steaming mouth to the Alpha.
Before Ying Mingxi even began searching for the marking canines, before anything entered, Yuan Shiyuan was already soaked. Saliva rose plentifully in his mouth, making the finger slick and allowing it to slide effortlessly between his teeth.
“Ugh…”
Yuan Shiyuan was still a little unaccustomed, but he paradoxically didn’t want to pull away; instead he burrowed closer into Ying Mingxi’s embrace, earnestly inhaling the white tea pheromone in the air.
His long, thick lashes were dampened; he trembled slightly and the corners of his eyes took on a flushed warmth.
So much pheromone.
So comfortable…
“Does it hurt?” Ying Mingxi pressed his thin lips to the shell of Yuan Shiyuan’s ear and asked softly.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t very well say he was just enjoying the scent of pheromones, so he mumbled, “A little…”
“Shiyuan.”
Unexpectedly, Ying Mingxi called his name. As Yuan Shiyuan looked up in confusion, Ying Mingxi smiled and, with his other hand, gently squeezed the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck in a soothing motion.
“Your oral cavity is so shallow.”
Finding the marking canines wasn’t simple. Ying Mingxi patiently explored with his finger, but his probing accidentally stirred Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth—his fingertip pressed against the damp red tongue and tangled, producing wet, tangled little sounds.
“Hah… mm, chew.”
Ying Mingxi still hadn’t found the marking canines, but Yuan Shiyuan was already getting a little dazed from being toyed with. He knew he’d be more sensitive after the secondary differentiation, but he hadn’t expected his mouth to be so easily affected…
Even being stroked and checked for the marking function made him tremble uncontrollably.
Yuan Shiyuan instinctively turned his head away, but his chin was pinched and turned back; a finger pressed against his tongue, probing almost every tooth.
Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth and along the finger, wetting his chin and collarbone and leaving a dark patch on Ying Mingxi’s pants.
His mind began to spin.
If my mouth is this sensitive, can I still practice kissing scenes in the future? Will there be any problems…
“Have you done this with anyone else?” came Ying Mingxi’s gentle question by his ear.
Now that the pheromones smelled pleasant to him, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t mind answering. “No.”
He had no memory of Bo Jin and Jiang Heng feeding him finger blood during the secondary differentiation.
Ying Mingxi watched as Yuan Shiyuan half-closed his eyes in a faint, blissful squint, his wet red tongue briefly exposed before Yuan Shiyuan quickly blocked it back.
Ying Mingxi’s voice grew even softer: “And you haven’t kissed anyone else either?”
“…”
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly felt anxious for no obvious reason, as if Ying Mingxi knew what had just happened.
But then he thought—what am I even nervous about? We were just practicing with teammates, not sneaking around with them.
“The marking works well.”
After feeling the teeth and confirming, Ying Mingxi withdrew his finger, a bright white string of saliva stretching between fingertip and lip. “I’ve checked.”
His expression was gentle and gentlemanly, but his words were indecent and didn’t match his look. “Shiyuan, very good.”
“Your tongue is very soft, too.”
“…”
What the—…
Yuan Shiyuan wanted to say something, but for some reason the finger was pushed back in, pressed down on his tongue with a not-too-light, not-too-heavy pressure, leaving only wet, sucking noises to be heard.
He raised a hand to hold the Alpha’s arm and, with his head tilted up, mumbled indistinctly, “Brother Mingxi…”
“Add a little more pheromone?”
Ying Mingxi paused for a moment.
The next second, white tea pheromone filled the room. The excess scent enlarged Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils; he reflexively bit down on the tip of the finger, and the moisture at the corner of his eye deepened.
The white tea pheromone rode into Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth with his blood—rich pheromones flooding his throat and filling his whole body. Yuan Shiyuan’s head spun; he unconsciously took small sips, producing sticky, wet sounds as he drew them in.
Ying Mingxi stared intently at Yuan Shiyuan’s expression.
Yuan Shiyuan lay on his side in the Alpha’s arms, his heels rubbing restlessly and fabric whispering with friction. A faint flush tinted his face; half his clothes hung from his elbow, revealing most of a shoulder pale with a hint of pink.
Having just replenished the pheromone extract, he was now inhaling fresh, real pheromones—even warm from the body. The overload of scent was fed straight in, so dense it seemed to congeal, making his gaze slightly unfocused and his lips part with each pant…
This look made it clear he was experiencing extreme pleasure.
Which wasn’t hard to understand. The pheromone concentration in the blood was extremely high—some couples, finding the pheromones they release not strong enough, bite into each other’s glands during sex and lick the warm blood that wells up to chase a more intense thrill.
This method could multiply the pleasure, completely overwhelming the senses.
Ying Mingxi glanced at Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly parted lips, feeling his Adam’s apple move.
Was his pheromone really this irresistible to Yuan Shiyuan?
Or—could just a finger alone make Yuan Shiyuan reach this state?
If it turned into a deep kiss, he probably wouldn’t need any special technique—Yuan would quickly reach a small climax…
That vivid, tempting flushed face, the slightly dazed expression, and the tongue that flickered between his wet red lips…
Ying Mingxi had thought he could restrain himself, but seeing Yuan Shiyuan like this, his reason was already tossed aside.
He pinched Yuan Shiyuan’s chin and slowly leaned down.
Even though Yuan Shiyuan was already enjoying the pheromones, he still kept a sliver of caution. Thinking Ying Mingxi wanted to kiss him, his straight-man instinct made him tilt his head away.
A second later he belatedly realized that they were supposed to be getting familiar with each other’s bodies and should try to overcome their resistance to close contact.
So Yuan Shiyuan turned his head back, and to make it easier for Ying Mingxi, he reached up and looped his arm around Ying Mingxi’s neck. He lifted his face, showing a damp, flushed look.
“Sorry…” he said, a little embarrassed, “I flinched just now without meaning to.”
He even apologized?
He was being far too unguarded.
Ying Mingxi stared at Yuan Shiyuan in silence; the look made Yuan Shiyuan’s skin crawl and feel oddly awkward.
His fingers subconsciously scratched at the Alpha as if to steady himself, and he tried to sound casual: “So, are we practicing kissing now?”
“I’m ready—go ahead!”
He said it, but every pore on his body was screaming, “Don’t come any closer!”
Ying Mingxi couldn’t help but smile.
He pinched the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s chin; as their eyes met, the distance between them closed until they could feel each other’s breath.
Just as Yuan Shiyuan thought Ying Mingxi would kiss him, Ying Mingxi abruptly stopped. He nudged his high nose affectionately against Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly pink nose. Then he shifted and let his thin lips brush the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, giving a light kiss.
He didn’t forget to stick out his tongue and lick clean the saliva lingering at the corner of his lips.
“Thanks, Shiyuan.”
At that moment, a cold voice sounded from the doorway—like someone who had run out of patience: “What are you two doing?”
Looking toward the voice, a tall, dark-haired Alpha was leaning against the wall, his large frame nearly blocking the entrance. The emotions swirling in his eyes were complicated; his expression was indescribable.
It was the first time they had seen Jiang Heng wear that look—like someone in broad daylight who suddenly glimpsed a ghost: stunned, incredulous, with an odd tinge of anger.
Who knew how long he’d been standing there, how many times he’d watched the overlapping figures outside the makeup room before finally asking that question.
The sudden appearance of a third person in the room and his abrupt voice made Yuan Shiyuan grab Ying Mingxi’s hand nervously, his nails nearly biting into the Alpha’s skin.
The unrestrained grip made Ying Mingxi’s gentle, warm face tighten instantly.
He suppressed a barely audible grunt from his throat, but an unusual excitement flickered in his pupils. The pain brought on a sickly pleasure, and he couldn’t wait… for more.
Ying Mingxi also knew well that what aroused him now wasn’t just the pain—it was Yuan Shiyuan’s flustered, stunned little expression, which perfectly matched the reaction of a wife caught in the act by her husband.
The whole scene looked exactly like a catching-in-the-act moment.
Ying Mingxi could even imagine how Jiang Heng must be feeling right then.
Jiang Heng, the “official boyfriend” kept in the dark, had appeared without warning and chosen to stand silently in the doorway, taking in his wife’s intimacy with her lover while refusing to accept it. Out of concern for his wife’s reputation, he’d even thoughtfully closed the door for them to avoid being seen by others.
He kept consoling himself, deceiving himself that he had seen everything and could keep going…
But the last shred of hope had been shattered.
Ying Mingxi felt a surge of extreme excitement, and the emotion pulled Ying Mingche along with it through their empathic bond. Ying Mingche, who had been halfway back, suddenly stopped, braced himself against the wall, and panted; he seemed to sense something as he looked toward the direction of the makeup room.
The door he had closed with his own hand was not shut tightly now—it stood ajar, a narrow gap.
A sliver of light spilled from the crack in the door, forming a thin strip on the tiled floor, like a forbidden, tempting, silent invitation to peek.
Ying Mingche steadied himself where he was for a moment, but the pleasure shared through their bond continued to rise. After roughly calming his breathing, he then headed straight for the makeup room without hesitation.