Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 53
Chapter 53: Blackout
Yuan Shiyuan had overestimated his capacity to stomach this.
Even after mentally preparing himself, the raw visuals still sent goosebumps prickling across his skin, every muscle clenching taut.
Yuan Shiyuan rarely watched such films. Most Alpha protagonists on the market were grotesquely ugly, while the Omegas were depicted as delicate and beautiful. Every time he saw such pairings, he couldn’t help but pity the Omegas, forced to be pawed by these hideous brutes, and eventually gave up watching altogether.
He made a rare exception, deciding to use this clip for mental conditioning.
Skipping the plot setup, he dragged the progress bar straight to the moment they revealed their true selves.
The uncensored visuals made Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widen instantly: OoO??
The Omega’s slender wrists were pinned above his head, his skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, a stark contrast to the Alpha’s dark complexion. The sharp contrast in skin tones and physiques created undeniable sexual tension.
But… is the Omega too young? And is the Alpha even human?
Could they really… finish all of that?
Perhaps this was an Omega’s innate gift. As it turned out, Alphas not only could, but also seemed to move freely in and out.
The especially small ones were stretched to their limits.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help but stare, dumbfounded, his face blank with existential doubt.
He silently exited the video and checked the protagonists’ profiles. As expected, all the main characters were A-rank.
An A-rank Omega is this small? And an A-rank Alpha is this big? Logically, an S-rank Alpha would be even larger…
Yuan Shiyuan pondered for a moment, then rolled over in bed, wriggling about for what felt like forever before kicking off his shorts, letting them pool around his ankles. He extended his mobile phone’s camera behind him, spread his legs, and snapped a photo.
Then he compared himself to the A-rank Omega.
It does seem… a bit small?
If a typical Omega was a plump “O”, then his own, having matured later, was a shrunken “o”.
When he imagined the S-rank Alpha’s club-like cock and compared it to his own tightly closed, noticeably underdeveloped little snow, Yuan Shiyuan shivered and immediately dismissed the thought.
Forget it, forget it. There must be another way.
He was genuinely afraid of pain, and even more terrified of ending up half-dead after “mowing the Arctic lawn.”
Yuan Shiyuan never imagined that after finally steeling himself for the “Egyptian lawn-mowing,” his fear of pain would make him abandon the idea so quickly.
Fortunately, he remembered another thing the doctor had said: “It’s best to get a temporary mark. Temporary marks require injecting pheromones deep into the gland, which also has a very calming effect.”
Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes lit up, and he immediately searched for information on the temporary marking process. It was much gentler than the aggressive, gaping-mouth action of the “orange peel” method. The Omega in the video squinted his eyes, looking utterly relaxed and even humming contentedly during the process.
Maybe I can actually do this after all.
“That’s more like it.”
Yuan Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his mind already calculating the advantages. A temporary mark only required a single bite—far better than full-on physical contact.
There’s no way I’m going to let them hold me down, pry me open, and ask a teammate to inject pheromones, right?
Besides, temporary marks could be given mutually. If his teammates entered their susceptible periods, he could return the favor. It would be a win-win situation, with no one coming out worse off.
Yuan Shiyuan had already formulated a rough plan. If he absolutely needed a temporary mark, he would first eliminate the twin brothers. Ying Mingche was too much of a blabbermouth, and while Ying Mingxi was gentle and attentive, they were still brothers, and he worried they would share information. The fewer people who knew he was an Omega, the better.
Bo Jin’s “big-A chauvinism” might make him unable to accept Yuan Shiyuan as an Omega. After much deliberation, only Pei Yanbing and Jiang Heng remained as viable options.
Both men were taciturn by nature, their lips as tightly sealed as a tomb.
Yuan Shiyuan had a rough arrangement in mind. Even if his heat reached a point of no return and he needed to take the final step, he would first observe his teammates’ “hardware” to find the smallest one.
Too big was unmanageable; a small tangerine segment would perfectly suit his tiny little… ahem.
Feeling reassured, Yuan Shiyuan was about to pull up his pants when an unfamiliar heat flared from his gland.
His face flushed, his stomach rumbled with hunger, and an instinctive craving for S-rank alpha pheromones surged through him.
He yearned to be drenched in S-rank alpha pheromones, from head to toe, inside and out, every pore saturated.
Being an Omega is no easy feat.
Yuan Shiyuan felt an even deeper sympathy for Omegas and their struggles.
He didn’t realize that because he had only experienced pseudo-differentiation into an Alpha, he had never truly endured a susceptible period. Both the susceptible period of Alphas and the heat cycles of Omegas were profoundly uncomfortable.
The physiological state he was currently experiencing during this Omega heat cycle was merely the tip of the iceberg; it would only intensify with time.
However, it was also possible that due to his higher rank, his current reactions were considerably milder than those of typical Omegas, showing no desperate craving for an Alpha.
If there was anything particularly notable, it was his intense craving for an S-rank Alpha’s pheromones.
Yuan Shiyuan curled up under the covers and shifted slightly, his pale toes slowly brushing against the sheets.
He stole a glance at the empty bed across the room. Bo Jin was at the swimming pool maintaining his physique and wouldn’t return for at least another half-hour.
This was a golden opportunity.
Yuan Shiyuan pressed the little plush doll face-down into the pillow, biting down on the corner of the blanket with his pearly white teeth, leaving a dark, wet stain.
He cautiously slipped his hand beneath the covers. The moment his fingertips touched the burning gland, he couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper.
“Ugh…”
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
A little satisfying, but not enough.
Yuan Shiyuan had experienced the novelty of having his glands touched by others. The self-sufficiency he had relied on before now seemed bland by comparison.
Perhaps this is what they mean by “from luxury to frugality is hard to bear.” He rubbed his gland hastily a few times, and it finally calmed down somewhat, the heat gradually fading.
Only when his craving for pheromones had subsided did Yuan Shiyuan flip over and sit up. Without a trace of embarrassment, he pulled up his pants and glanced down to count the remaining vials of pheromone extract.
Thankfully, he hadn’t packed too many vials in his backpack earlier—only two had been stolen, and there was still an empty one tucked into the innermost compartment.
Of the highly concentrated pheromones extracted from five S-rank alphas, only five vials remained.
Considering my current level of need, I’d better conserve them…
If I can use a readily available alpha, I’ll avoid using the extract as much as possible.
He swiped his room card to unlock the dormitory door.
Bo Jin had just finished his daily physique maintenance and taken a step inside when he saw Yuan Shiyuan kneeling among the disheveled blankets, his clothes in disarray.
From his knees to his ankles, an alluring pink blush spread across his skin. Beneath strands of pink hair, Yuan Shiyuan’s face was flushed and damp, instantly triggering the alpha’s post-workout muscle-engorged state.
Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Bo Jin seemed to detect a sweet, cloying fragrance wafting from Yuan Shiyuan’s bed…
Bo Jin immediately shut the door, casually walked to the bedside, grabbed his change of clothes, and headed to the bathroom.
“Huh?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, puzzled. “Didn’t you shower at the swimming pool?”
“The pool water isn’t clean,” Bo Jin replied.
The pheromones of an Alpha fresh from exercise were particularly potent, carrying a damp, steamy scent that washed over Yuan Shiyuan. “Perfect! Come on, release some pheromones!”
“Why would I release pheromones?” Bo Jin asked, though he complied anyway.
Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head back, sniffing deeply. The freshly produced S-rank pheromones indeed smelled more potent than the extract. However, whether it was due to his increased tolerance, he didn’t feel the same intense satisfaction as before.
Still, better than nothing.
“Thanks, buddy.”
After sniffing for a while, the itching in Yuan Shiyuan’s glands finally subsided. He swiftly flipped off the bed, tidied up the props on the desk, and tossed Bo Jin a bottle of water. “Payment for your trouble.”
Bo Jin’s expression turned strange. “I release pheromones for you, and you give me ‘payment for my trouble’? This feels really…”
…like some kind of transaction.
And Bo Jin was getting an especially cheap deal—paid off with just a bottle of free mineral water issued by the company.
Yuan Shiyuan casually flipped his bangs up, donned a black and red athletic headband, and pinned back stray hairs on both sides with clips.
Without looking back, he asked, “Really… what?”
“It’s nothing,” Bo Jin said, noticing Yuan Shiyuan about to leave. “Where are you going?”
“For a run,” Yuan Shiyuan replied. “I’ll warm up first, then head to the dance studio.”
“Running this late? It’s not safe with so many sasaengs around,” Bo Jin frowned. Though he disapproved, he still slipped a flashlight and a stun gun into Yuan Shiyuan’s pockets.
At night, not all areas of the company grounds were lit, leaving some spots pitch-black, and Yuan Shiyuan was afraid of the dark.
Yuan Shiyuan rolled his eyes. “Hyung, it’s only 8:30.”
“I’ll just run around the company grounds, not go outside. And I’ll stick to places with fewer people.”
“Even places with fewer people aren’t safe.”
While Starry Night Entertainment wasn’t known for creating boy groups, it had produced many famous artists, and sasaengs infiltrating the company were a common occurrence.
Unable to shake his worry, Bo Jin quietly followed after him.
He hadn’t gone more than a few steps when he ran into Jiang Heng, who was also hiding in the bushes.
“Are you some kind of creep?” Bo Jin asked, his voice dripping with undisguised disdain. “Do you find stalking him amusing?”
Jiang Heng’s expression remained impassive, his all-black attire blending seamlessly with the night. “I have legitimate business.”
“Many sasaengs also consider stalking ‘legitimate business.'”
Just as the words left his mouth, a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside Yuan Shiyuan, who was running ahead, headphones on and completely focused on his night run.
The Alphas’ expressions hardened simultaneously. “I knew there had to be a sasaeng! Cut the chatter. Judging by his build, he’s definitely an Alpha. Yuan Shiyuan’s skinny arms and legs wouldn’t stand a chance…”
Ahead, Yuan Shiyuan’s slender arm shot out, seizing the Alpha’s wrist in a vice-like grip. With a swift, twisting motion, he wrenched the Alpha’s arm behind his back while simultaneously driving his knee into the Alpha’s vulnerable abdomen. They barely heard a pained scream before Yuan Shiyuan had completely subdued the Alpha.
The entire sequence was executed with lightning-fast precision and ruthless efficiency. Before they could even react, the sasaeng had been brutally taken down.
Compared to Yuan Shiyuan, the two Alphas standing nearby seemed like comatose, useless husbands.
Yuan Shiyuan pinned the Alpha to the ground with his elbow digging into the man’s spine. The Alpha didn’t struggle, instead staring at him with an obsessive, feverish gaze. Familiar with that look, Yuan Shiyuan felt a wave of disgust and delivered a swift punch to the Alpha’s face with his free hand.
He then spared a moment to address the two Alphas behind him.
“What are you two standing around for? Come over here. I need your help with something.”
Despite the clear size difference between Yuan Shiyuan and the Alpha, his seemingly delicate arm possessed unimaginable strength. With a single hand, he had pinned the Alpha’s face to the ground, leaving him utterly helpless.
Bo Jin and Jiang Heng finally snapped out of their stupor, rushing forward to restrain the sasaeng and free Yuan Shiyuan’s hand. “Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Yuan Shiyuan said. “Do you have any water?”
Bo Jin handed him the bottle Yuan Shiyuan had given him earlier.
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t drink. He lowered his head and bit down on the fallen earphone wire.
With one hand, he unscrewed the cap, tilted the bottle, and let the water stream down his fingertips, washing away the spot where he’d touched the sasaeng.
“Deal with this guy. I’m not really familiar with the company’s protocols,” Yuan Shiyuan said, not even glancing at the sasaeng. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at the two men, feigning confusion. “What are you doing here?”
“The security cameras glitched,” Jiang Heng explained tersely. “I reviewed the footage repeatedly and finally caught someone wearing a mask and hat. I confirmed he’s not staff.”
“Your little plush doll was damaged, and some things were stolen. This guy probably did it. Textbook case of an extreme sasaeng. Judging by his build, he’s an Alpha.”
The restrained Alpha struggled and protested, “It wasn’t me!”
“Actually, it wasn’t you,” Jiang Heng said coolly. “The Alpha in the video is taller than you.”
The sasaeng Alpha fell silent.
Despite Yuan Shiyuan’s secondary differentiation into an Omega, he couldn’t help but recoil in disgust. “Those disgusting, lewd, despicable, shameless, perverted Alphas!”
Bo Jin and Jiang Heng’s expressions froze awkwardly.
After a few seconds, Jiang Heng changed the subject. “I’ll sew up your plush doll for you…”
“Bo Jin-ge already fixed it for me!” Yuan Shiyuan chirped, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “He did such a great job!”
Jiang Heng’s expression grew even stranger, tinged with suspicion.
Has Bo Jin finally developed some human decency?
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly remembered something else. “Oh right, what about that Omega?”
“We reviewed the security footage,” Jiang Heng explained. “He did take your item out and was preparing to give it to you. But someone called him away midstream, and he probably forgot about it afterward, creating an opportunity for the Sasaeng.”
Yuan Shiyuan instinctively glanced at Bo Jin. Bo Jin immediately explained, “I apologized and even bought him a gift as compensation. But all he wanted was your autograph.”
“Did you give it to him?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, curious.
“I did,” Bo Jin replied curtly, sounding annoyed.
“Where did you even get my autograph? And you’re carrying it around with you?” Yuan Shiyuan exclaimed, genuinely astonished.
Bo Jin remained expressionless. “I won a magazine with your autograph. I just happened to put it in my pocket and forgot to take it out. It’s not like I carry it around.”
“Oh, you’re a fan!” Yuan Shiyuan exclaimed, realization dawning. “I knew he didn’t seem like a bad person. There’s a kind of magnetic field between us college students—I could feel the sincerity in his eyes.”
“But the fact remains he damaged your property,” Bo Jin frowned. “You shouldn’t trust people so easily.”
“Mhm, mhm, I know,” Yuan Shiyuan glanced at the time. “It’s about time for my evening run. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now.”
As Yuan Shiyuan turned to leave, his pink hair swayed gently in the night breeze, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.
The two Alphas restraining the sasaeng watched Yuan Shiyuan’s retreating figure, a subtle tension hanging in the air.
“Is he always this kind to Omegas?” Jiang Heng suddenly asked.
They could both clearly see the stark difference in Yuan Shiyuan’s treatment of Alphas and Omegas.
Toward Omegas, even when they were in the wrong, Yuan Shiyuan showed boundless tenderness, patience, and understanding. Toward Alphas? As long as they weren’t dead, anything else was fair game.
Such blatant favoritism couldn’t help but stir jealousy, even among the Alphas themselves.
The subdued sasaeng continued to struggle. Bo Jin, growing increasingly agitated, kicked him and finally spat out coldly, “Well, that figures.”
“He always preferred Omegas anyway.”
As soon as the words left his lips, a night breeze swept through the company corridor, carrying with it a faint, almost imperceptible pheromone. The S-rank pheromone surged like a dark tide, thick and potent in the night’s embrace.
Pei Yanbing stood in the corridor’s shadows, the impending susceptible period compounding his skin hunger, leaving him in agony.
A flicker of struggle crossed his usually calm, cold face. After a moment’s hesitation, Pei Yanbing withdrew a small handkerchief from his inner pocket.
He cupped it reverently against his cheek, pressing it gently and slowly rubbing it against his skin.
He imagined the handkerchief, which carried Yuan Shiyuan’s scent, as Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, seeking solace in this phantom touch.
When Pei Yanbing finally lifted his head, he seemed to have regained his composure, once again the cold, aloof captain he always was.
He strode forward without a flicker of emotion, but as he passed the dance practice room, a wisp of omega scent seeping through the crack in the door suddenly seized his senses.
His body reacted before his mind could catch up. He turned his head and saw his reflection in the mirror.
Yuan Shiyuan had clearly been practicing in the dance studio for a long time. A faint blush warmed his cheeks, and his breathing was slightly ragged, yet his dance steps remained astonishingly steady.
The cropped top revealed his entire waistline, exposing a stretch of snow-white midriff that arched fluidly with each movement. The loose-fitting pants, with their belt loosened to hang low on his hips, accentuated the full curve of his buttocks as he bent forward and snapped back up, his back facing the doorway.
His waist dimples were deeply hollowed, brimming with glistening sweat that made the small, already conspicuous red mole appear even more vivid.
The overhead fluorescent lights bathed his face and body in a stark glow, highlighting the effortless grace and beauty of each complex move—a display of breathtaking beauty and mesmerizing artistry.
Yuan Shiyuan was completely immersed in his world, drawing Pei Yanbing, who stood watching, into its depths as well.
“Captain?”
Yuan Shiyuan casually tossed back his sweat-dampened hair, revealing his smooth forehead. As he walked toward the door, still panting, he asked, “What brings you here?”
Pei Yanbing’s gaze swept over Yuan Shiyuan’s sweat-soaked shirt before handing him a bottle of water. “Have you been practicing for long?”
“Not too long, thankfully,” Yuan Shiyuan said, tilting his head back to gulp down some water. The clear liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his neck and wetting his skin. He didn’t seem to notice, casually wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a darker streak of wetness.
After a moment’s hesitation, Pei Yanbing asked, “Has an Omega been in the practice room? I think I smell an omega scent.”
Yuan Shiyuan froze, his gaze shifting guiltily. “Maybe,” he mumbled.
Pei Yanbing didn’t press further, his eyes drawn to the damp corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth before he hastily averted his gaze. Never one for small talk, he awkwardly searched for a new topic. “Don’t overwork yourself.”
“Can’t do that,” Yuan Shiyuan replied with a casual smile, though an unmistakable gleam flashed in his amber eyes. “I can’t afford to hold the team back. Besides, I don’t want to half-ass it for the fans.”
“You dance very well.”
“Really? I still feel like I need more practice… This choreography is pretty challenging.”
Yuan Shiyuan sprawled cross-legged on the floor. Feeling warm, he rolled up his pant legs, exposing his pale, pink-tinged calves.
Pei Yanbing followed suit, sitting down beside him.
He removed his gloves, intending to offer a tissue, but noticed both of Yuan Shiyuan’s hands were occupied. Without hesitation, he reached out and gently wiped the sweat from Yuan Shiyuan’s neck and cheeks.
After the intense dance practice, Yuan Shiyuan’s entire body was drenched in sweat, radiating a damp, vivid energy. When Pei Yanbing’s fingertip brushed against his skin, his fingertip involuntarily stiffened.
A faint, delicate fragrance drifted into Pei Yanbing’s nostrils, as soft as a feather. He even found the sweat glistening on Yuan Shiyuan’s neck to be alluring.
“Ticklish,” Yuan Shiyuan chuckled, his shoulders twitching, yet he didn’t pull away. Instead, he arched his snow-white neck, deliberately placing himself beneath Pei Yanbing’s gaze.
As they drew closer, Yuan Shiyuan remembered Pei Yanbing’s fastidiousness and refrained from sitting on his lap. He lowered his head to watch the recorded video on his mobile phone, humming softly, the melody rising at the end, clearly in high spirits.
Yuan Shiyuan paused the video on a specific frame. “Captain, do you think I should put more force into this movement here? Or should I hold back a bit more?”
Knowing Yuan Shiyuan’s high standards, Pei Yanbing replied, “Your movements are crisp and clean, balancing grace with strength. Adding a touch more force would enhance the visual impact.”
Yuan Shiyuan pondered this, then nodded. “Thank you, Captain.”
He opened his notes app and jotted down Pei Yanbing’s advice, along with the corresponding timestamp in the video.
“You even know how to record videos?” Pei Yanbing asked, intrigued.
“Recording helps me identify and correct mistakes more effectively, and I can review the footage repeatedly,” Yuan Shiyuan answered honestly. “Plus, I try to actively seek out the camera and get a feel for it.”
“But I’m not as camera-savvy as you are.”
Pei Yanbing: “Being less sensitive is a good thing. Extreme sensitivity to something often means you’ve experienced trauma related to it.”
“Captain, is that true for you too?” Yuan Shiyuan blurted out, then immediately apologized, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“There’s nothing you can’t ask.” Pei Yanbing’s expression remained unchanged. “When I was a child, I was terrified of cameras and performing at concerts. My parents thought I was weak and incompetent, so they’d abandon me in rooms full of cameras or push me onto stages with an audience they’d invited watching below.”
“Over time, I stopped being afraid,” he said, his tone remarkably flat.
Yuan Shiyuan stared at him in surprise.
“Thank you for wiping my sweat, Captain!” He ran to the side, then immediately ran back. “Let me get you some water.”
As Yuan Shiyuan twisted the cap off the bottle and handed it over, a few drops arced through the air.
Pei Yanbing watched his hand and accepted the bottle. “Thank you.”
“You’re right.”
Yuan Shiyuan settled back into his cross-legged position. “Once you become acutely sensitive to something, it’s usually because you’ve been hurt before. Remember how I told you I’m afraid of the dark?”
“The first time I was adopted, the family later had a child and partitioned the storeroom for me to sleep in. No windows, the light was dim, and it buzzed and flickered constantly. I was terrified, always worrying about a power outage… And then one night it actually happened. The light never got fixed, so I spent every night after that trembling in fear under the covers.”
To young Yuan Shiyuan, that dark storeroom felt like an endless black box. He only stayed there a few days, but to a child that small, it felt like an eternity.
“Ever since then, I’ve been terrified of the dark.”
Pei Yanbing gripped the mineral water bottle, the plastic crinkling under the pressure.
He had been watching Yuan Shiyuan intently, his usually cold, sharp features gradually softening into a frown. His expression became somewhat solemn, with a hint of… was it concern?
Yuan Shiyuan almost thought he was imagining it.
He continued in an offhand, nonchalant tone, “Anyway, it’s all in the past now. Ever since then, I’ve always liked to have something to hold when I sleep. Makes me feel safer, I guess?”
Pei Yanbing looked at him, his expression hesitant, as if on the verge of speaking but holding back.
But before he could voice his thoughts, the dance studio lights suddenly flickered and died with a snap.
The brightly lit studio was swallowed by darkness, plunging into an abyss where even shadows seemed to flee.
Yuan Shiyuan’s body tensed instinctively. Thankfully, he was no longer the child who feared the dark, who would bite his blanket corner and weep silently.
The welfare institute caretakers had said, “If you’re good, Mommy and Daddy will love you.” Back then, he hadn’t dared to cry loudly. The walls were thin, the rooms cramped. He feared his foster parents would hear, or that he’d wake his younger brother, making them hate him even more.
Though those days were long past, the darkness still unsettled Yuan Shiyuan. He reached for his mobile phone with practiced calm, but Pei Yanbing suddenly gripped his wrist.
“Don’t be afraid,” Pei Yanbing said.
The searing heat radiating from the Alpha’s palm served as a stark reminder that he wasn’t alone.
A cool touch brushed against Yuan Shiyuan’s wrist, followed by a faint glow. Like a candle flickering between them, it illuminated their faces.
Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils widened slightly. “This is… a glow-in-the-dark bracelet?”
“Mm,” Yuan Shiyuan hummed. Ever since learning that Yuan Shiyuan was afraid of the dark, Pei Yanbing had made it a habit to carry a glow-in-the-dark bracelet with him. He said, “It’s still not bright enough.”
“It’s already bright enough,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, a sudden smile lighting his face. “Actually, I’m not as afraid of the dark as I used to be.”
Pei Yanbing hummed in acknowledgment but still took out his mobile phone, switched on the flashlight, and placed it close by.
The entire dance studio was pitch-black, save for the bright, yellowish circle of light surrounding them, enveloping the two men in its glow. Enclosed within this small world, Yuan Shiyuan unconsciously leaned closer to the Alpha, his hand still held tightly in Pei Yanbing’s grasp.
Yuan Shiyuan instinctively gravitated toward the heat source, only belatedly realizing their current position was almost an embrace. In the dim light, as he met Pei Yanbing’s gaze, he blinked suddenly.
“Captain, have you noticed… this feels exactly like a scene from an idol drama?”
Pei Yanbing didn’t watch idol dramas, but he played along, asking, “So what happens next in the plot?”
Yuan Shiyuan earnestly recalled the idol dramas he used to watch with his family. “Typically… the protagonists would kiss at this point?”
The Alpha’s large hand tightened briefly around his, then gradually relaxed. Yuan Shiyuan saw Pei Yanbing staring intently at his face, then his gaze shifted slightly downward, as if settling on his lips.
The atmosphere was perfect. Yuan Shiyuan didn’t want to waste this rare practice opportunity, so he grasped the Alpha’s hand in return, raised the corner of his eye slightly, and called out, “Captain.”
“Want to practice kissing with me?”