Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 60
Chapter 60: Countdown
“Captain?”
Yuan Shiyuan bit down on the hem of his shirt, the soft fabric staining with a small, dark mark.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity for Pei Yanbing to move, he called out again, his voice muffled.
Pei Yanbing stared intently at the scene before him.
Yuan Shiyuan’s pale skin made every other color stand out vividly. The subtle pinkish hues, radiating a youthful tenderness, dipped ever so slightly.
Another few seconds passed before Pei Yanbing dared to move closer, his hot breath brushing across the exposed skin as the distance closed.
Yuan Shiyuan instinctively flinched away.
“Don’t get carried away,” Bo Jin warned, his voice low and tense, the source of his irritation unclear.
Unexpectedly, Pei Yanbing didn’t cross any lines. He knelt on one knee between Yuan Shiyuan’s legs, lowered his back, and buried his face downward, gently sucking at the thin muscles of Yuan Shiyuan’s abdomen.
After leaving a faint mark, Pei Yanbing pressed his lips lightly against the skin twice more, his movements clumsy yet gentle, as if handling an incredibly fragile treasure with utmost care.
Though he lingered, he withdrew quickly.
“Done,” Pei Yanbing said hoarsely, gently setting Yuan Shiyuan’s clothes down and covering him up.
“That’s it?” Ying Mingche asked incredulously.
Is Pei Yanbing even capable?
Such a perfect opportunity, and all he left was a faint kiss mark on Yuan Shiyuan’s abs?
Ying Mingche clicked his tongue. If it were me, I’d definitely…
He instinctively glanced at the hollow beneath Yuan Shiyuan’s collarbone. Though hidden by fabric, he still remembered the pale hue.
Ying Mingche then looked at Yuan Shiyuan’s fingertips, also faintly pink.
*If it were me,
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t expected Ying Mingche to be so lucky as to draw that punishment card.
He gripped Ying Mingxi’s wrist, tilting his head up to ask, “Brother Mingxi, how much longer do I have to sit on you?”
“Five minutes,” Ying Mingxi replied, glancing at the timer. “It’s fine if you want to end it early.”
“No need,” Yuan Shiyuan shook his head. “I’ll stay until the full five minutes are up.”
“Can you two stop flirting in front of me?” Ying Mingche grumbled, kneeling between Yuan Shiyuan’s knees, his large hands cupping the pinkening kneecaps. “You should be watching me perform, not dividing your attention among other Alphas.”
Through the eye veil, Yuan Shiyuan cast him a dismissive glance. “Alright, go ahead.”
Ying Mingche tore open a packet of cream that came with the game set, his gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s abdomen before slowly drifting downward.
He licked his lips, but Yuan Shiyuan immediately warned, “No thighs.”
Not like that was my intention, Ying Mingche thought.
But upon reflection, the place he did have in mind would definitely be out of bounds; Yuan Shiyuan would never agree. He could only retreat step by step, tilting his head up to ask, “The knees, then?”
“Or the calves.”
Yuan Shiyuan considered carefully. As long as it wasn’t near his gland, it should be fine.
He gave a slight nod, signaling his permission, and only then did Ying Mingche slowly move.
Ying Mingche’s plan was perfect in his mind: the cream would flow downward with gravity, and if applied to the knee, it would inevitably cover Yuan Shiyuan’s calves and even the tops of his feet.
Wouldn’t that be a jackpot?
The moment the cold cream touched his knee, Yuan Shiyuan instinctively squeezed his knees together, but Ying Mingche’s hand gripped the back of his knee to stop him.
The cream, squeezed from the piping bag, slowly slid down Yuan Shiyuan’s pale skin.
Feeling an unbearable itch, Yuan Shiyuan instinctively grabbed Ying Mingxi’s wrist and gasped sharply.
Behind him, a large hand cupped his cheek. “Is it very itchy?”
“Mmm…” Yuan Shiyuan nodded. “A little.”
Ying Mingche, furious that Yuan Shiyuan was still paying attention to someone else, swiftly lowered his head and devoured the cream from his knee, his manner bordering on savage.
The cream, mixed with saliva, stretched into a glistening, suggestive thread. While savoring the cream, Ying Mingche tilted his head between Yuan Shiyuan’s knees, his gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s expression.
“Mmm…”
Yuan Shiyuan was exceptionally ticklish, especially near his gland.
With his eyes blindfolded, he felt a distinct, forceful nip at his gland. Tears instantly soaked through the blindfold, his rosy lips parted slightly, and his breathing came in ragged gasps as his body tensed rigidly.
Perched on another Alpha’s lap, Yuan Shiyuan sometimes bit Ying Mingxi’s fingers.
His free hand gripped Ying Mingxi’s wrist tightly, with surprising strength. Yet Ying Mingxi showed no sign of pain, instead indulgently extending his hand, letting Yuan Shiyuan bite him—willingly offering himself to the pain.
Two identical faces surrounded the pink-haired alpha. Ying Mingche, as if deliberately trying to outdo his brother, suddenly bit Yuan Shiyuan’s neck. Caught off guard, Yuan Shiyuan could only bite down hard on Ying Mingxi’s finger, barely suppressing a half-stifled gasp.
Unswallowed saliva dribbled down the side of his finger.
So sensitive…
This was the unanimous thought among the watching Alphas.
Ying Mingche’s eating habits weren’t exactly refined—he devoured his food, the wet, smacking sounds making even the Alphas who disliked sweets feel a sudden dryness in their throats.
Yuan Shiyuan wasn’t completely indulgent with Ying Mingche. When sufficiently provoked, he’d kick Ying Mingche in the chest or face. But Ying Mingche’s shameless persistence was unshakable.
An S-rank alpha’s strength was no joke. After being kicked, Ying Mingche felt a dull ache in his ribs. Yet, mesmerized by the sight of Yuan Shiyuan’s trembling calves, he crawled forward like a dog.
The pastry bag held only a small amount of cream, limiting the portion he could squeeze out. But Ying Mingche’s haphazard attempt at cleaning only smeared the cream across Yuan Shiyuan’s body.
The warm cream on Yuan Shiyuan’s knees, mixed with droplets of water, trickled down his calves, dripping onto the floor between his knees.
Due to the height difference, even the tips of Yuan Shiyuan’s suspended toes were stained with cream, the messy splotches stark against the dark trousers of the alpha behind him.
“Are you guys cheating?” Bo Jin gulped down the last of his mineral water, only to find the bottle empty.
It was stifling hot.
Though the air conditioner was running at full blast, filling the room with frigid air, the alphas felt an unprecedented heat coursing through them.
As he reached for another bottle from the refrigerator, he suddenly noticed a pile of empty mineral water bottles at his feet. The other Alphas around him were repeating the same motions, mirroring his actions.
“Ying Mingche’s punishment alone… Why are you brothers doing this together?”
Bo Jin abruptly stopped, a look of absurdity spreading across his face.
Punished?
This wasn’t punishment at all; it felt more like a reward Yuan Shiyuan was unilaterally giving them.
Ying Mingche clearly had no idea how to spell “restraint.” He only stopped when Yuan Shiyuan resorted to violence.
Finally losing patience, Yuan Shiyuan grabbed Ying Mingche by the collar. His slender arms, possessing unimaginable strength, hurled the Alpha—who was a size larger than him—violently to the ground.
As Ying Mingche lay dazed and gasping for breath, Yuan Shiyuan stepped disdainfully onto his chest with a cream-covered foot. He ground his heel into the Alpha’s chest again and again, leaving wet streaks on his shirt that slowly spread with each grinding motion.
“How disgusting,” Yuan Shiyuan spat out, genuinely repulsed.
He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Yuan Shiyuan had thought it would stop at his knees, but Ying Mingche grew increasingly audacious, smearing cream even around his gland before trailing down his calves, not even sparing his feet.
The instant Yuan Shiyuan felt the warm, wet touch on his toes, his scalp tingled, and goosebumps erupted across his entire body.
Yet, sprawled on the ground, Ying Mingche still reached out to grasp the ankle of the foot pressing against his chest. His gaze, as he looked up at Yuan Shiyuan, was fanatical, as if Yuan Shiyuan’s earlier rough treatment were the highest reward he could receive.
Drip.
The timer beeped—ten minutes had passed.
As Yuan Shiyuan walked past Ying Mingche, he still felt unappeased. He wanted to punch him, but feared Ying Mingche would enjoy it too much. His clenched fist loosened and tightened again, his expression conflicted, his hand hovering for an eternity before finally falling.
Ying Mingche, ever adept at reading people’s moods, immediately adopted a pitiful demeanor, lowering his head in apology. “I know I was wrong,” he murmured. “Don’t ignore me…”
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
Yuan Shiyuan’s mind was still reeling from the tingling sensation of Ying Mingche’s kiss and suck on his gland—a comfort he had never experienced before, causing his pupils to roll back momentarily.
This is too much… far too much.
Thankfully, it only lasted a moment. If Ying Mingche had lingered any longer, Yuan Shiyuan dared not imagine what might have happened.
Ying Mingche was about to speak, but Yuan Shiyuan shot him a warning glare. Though the gaze, brimming with moisture, felt weightless, it instantly silenced Ying Mingche, like a dog yanked by its collar.
He tugged lightly at the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s sleeve, but receiving no response, he could only slink back to his seat, dejected. He looked like a large, neglected dog, even his tail drooping.
Yuan Shiyuan averted his gaze. As expected, the cold shoulder was the most effective method for dealing with Ying Mingche.
He had now mastered the art of handling Ying Mingche.
This A was unlike ordinary people. The more Yuan Shiyuan struck or scolded him, the more excited he became. To truly make him suffer, the only way was to ignore him, to give him the cold shoulder. Only then would he grow anxious.
It was like a dog who had misbehaved but received no immediate punishment, only its owner’s cold glare. Constantly scrutinizing his owner’s thoughts, fearing abandonment.
Just one person remained.
Yuan Shiyuan glanced at the time. Approximately forty-five minutes remained until the assembly time Zhuang He had mentioned.
There was plenty of time.
After the last person finished, Yuan Shiyuan still had ample time to return to his dormitory, take a shower, and replenish his pheromone extract. Seven O’clock, Ninth Thinking, Six Scattering, Third Order.
A perfect arrangement.
Yuan Shiyuan turned to Jiang Heng, his cheeks flushed, and casually said, “Your turn.”
Jiang Heng’s gaze was drawn to the dampness at the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s eye. He picked up the dice and tossed them onto the game board.
A roll of “5” advanced him five spaces to a blank square. The penalty card he drew caused a visible shift in the Alphas’ expressions.
Three minutes of wet kisses.
“Is this penalty… acceptable?” Yuan Shiyuan asked solicitously.
Jiang Heng met his gaze.
The remaining S-rank Alphas exchanged odd glances.
At that moment, Yuan Shiyuan’s hair was disheveled, a faint blush lingered on his cheeks, and he hadn’t even wiped away the saliva trailing from the corner of his mouth.
With such a face, he had the audacity to ask if the penalty was acceptable? Did he even realize who was at a disadvantage?
“It’s acceptable,” Jiang Heng said, fidgeting slightly and avoiding eye contact.
Yuan Shiyuan immediately sensed Jiang Heng’s embarrassment. No wonder, he thought. A virgin on his first kiss… the hardest part is overcoming his own mental hurdle.
Fortunately, Yuan Shiyuan had already overcome his initial psychological hurdle. As an experienced senior, he felt it was his duty to impart some of his wisdom.
Lost in these thoughts, he seemed to have completely forgotten his disastrous first kiss.
Gasping for air, his eyes blurred with tears, he had been so overwhelmed by the kiss that he couldn’t form a coherent word, only manage disjointed, breathy sounds.
But memories always have a way of embellishing themselves. When Yuan Shiyuan recalled his first kiss, he somehow felt quite pleased with himself.
Except for Pei Yanbing’s initial awkwardness—the clumsy entanglement of their tongues that had made him uncomfortable—the subsequent kisses had been rather enjoyable.
Perfect timing. Yuan Shiyuan had been wanting to review his kissing skills anyway. He mentally revisited their earlier kisses, summarized the techniques, and prepared to apply them to the impending kiss.
He walked over to Jiang Heng and saw the Alpha’s entire body tensed. He reached out and patted Jiang Heng’s shoulder. “Relax,” he said. “Don’t be so nervous. Three minutes will pass quickly.”
With a casual air, Yuan Shiyuan swung his leg over Jiang Heng’s lap and sat down. Jiang Heng stared at him, startled.
“This is the only position I know,” Yuan Shiyuan explained, his tone perfectly nonchalant.
It was the same position he’d used when kissing Pei Yanbing. If he had to switch to a different kissing position, he couldn’t think of any others on the spot.
Fortunately, Jiang Heng’s standards weren’t high. His jaw was tightly clenched as he awkwardly mumbled, “Mm-hmm.” His fingers hovered in mid-air, unsure where to land.
“What am I supposed to do?”
He really doesn’t know at all, Yuan Shiyuan thought. He sighed inwardly, then smirked smugly, Good thing I do.
“It’s actually quite simple. Lips to lips, then slide your tongue in.” He paused, considering. “After that, just go with the flow? Whatever feels right.”
“Follow your instincts.”
Tick-tock.
The timer’s buzzer rang.
Jiang Heng hesitated a moment before pressing his thin lips to Yuan Shiyuan’s.
He tentatively brushed his lips against Yuan Shiyuan’s soft flesh, feeling the way the other’s lips parted invitingly. Yet he hesitated, afraid to probe deeper.
He captured Yuan Shiyuan’s lower lip, licking it until it glistened wetly, before slowly shifting to the gap between their parted lips.
The surrounding Alphas watched Jiang Heng’s tentative exploration, Yuan Shiyuan cooperating fully. The kiss retained a touch of awkwardness, like two lovers stealing a forbidden taste of paradise.
Ying Mingche stared at the scene and clicked his tongue, annoyed. This is seriously pissing me off.
He didn’t even dare express his displeasure loudly, afraid of upsetting Yuan Shiyuan.
S-rank alphas naturally possessed exceptional vision, especially at such close range. They quickly noticed a thick tongue sliding between Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly parted, wet red lips, swiftly penetrating his mouth, aided by the wetness of saliva.
Silence gradually descended around them.
Jiang Heng’s large hand stroked Yuan Shiyuan’s back, his expression momentarily stunned as he pressed his tongue into the warm, moist cavern. The alpha’s breathing quickened, his movements slow and tentative as he sucked on that soft, pink flesh, drawing out audible, wet smacks.
Perhaps overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation, the alpha instinctively tightened his embrace, pressing Yuan Shiyuan closer against his chest. His thick tongue curled around that tender tongue, sucking hard on its tip.
“Don’t…”
They heard Yuan Shiyuan, who had been so quiet until now, suddenly let out a faint sob. His voice, muffled and indistinct, was drowned in the wet sounds.
“Don’t suck so hard…”
Jiang Heng immediately released Yuan Shiyuan, a glistening strand stretching between their parting lips. His face was tense, his breathing ragged. “I’m sorry,” he said.
Jiang Heng, who had always been expressionless and indifferent, now wore an unnatural flush on his face, his breathing ragged.
Yuan Shiyuan accepted the apology and asked, “The countdown hasn’t ended yet?”
The countdown timer on the side was still running.
Ying Mingxi said gently, “We can end it early if you want.”
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t mind. He looked at Jiang Heng and asked, “Want to keep going?”
The kiss hadn’t been very deep, likely because it was Jiang Heng’s first time. He had been clumsy and restrained throughout, except for the final, slightly forceful suck.
Having learned from the previous experience, Yuan Shiyuan now exuded an air of ease, as if he were a seasoned player in the game of love.
Jiang Heng didn’t reply, silently pulling Yuan Shiyuan back into his arms. He lowered his head, nuzzling the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s nose, their breaths mingling, hot and damp against their lips, creating a humid intimacy.
Yuan Shiyuan understood Jiang Heng’s unspoken answer: Continue.
But he hadn’t expected Jiang Heng, usually so cool and aloof, to become so bashful he couldn’t even speak.
Jiang Heng kissed him quietly, a little more practiced this time. His tongue awkwardly teased Yuan Shiyuan’s soft tongue, then licked the roof of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, trying to please. When he saw Yuan Shiyuan’s eyebrows relax slightly, clearly enjoying the sensation, Jiang Heng ventured further, exploring toward the back of his throat.
In the vast lounge, only the sound of wet, smacking kisses echoed through the air.
The kiss deepened, yet it remained oddly comforting. Yuan Shiyuan’s entire body tingled, his head swam, and an unnatural flush crept across his cheeks. He tentatively responded, their tongues entwining, saliva trickling down from the corner of his slightly parted lips, winding its way along his jawline.
Jiang Heng swallowed repeatedly, greedily sucking the saliva from Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth. The intoxicating scent flooded his nasal passages, surging directly into his brain and instantly stripping him of all reason.
Even when the timer’s “tick-tock” sounded, signaling the end of the countdown, Jiang Heng didn’t hear it.
His large hand clamped firmly around the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s head, their tongues locked together in a wet embrace, greedily devouring the sweet, warm liquid from his mouth.
“Enough.”
“Time’s up!”
The Alphas had been watching the timer like hawks, yet none had anticipated Jiang Heng would break the rules. Now that the countdown had ended, he showed no sign of stopping, instead intensifying his pursuit of Yuan Shiyuan’s lips.
“Mmm…”
Yuan Shiyuan’s expression shifted from initial composure to a slight furrowing of his brow, as if feeling discomfort and confusion. When he heard the timer, he seemed to want to push Jiang Heng away, but then Jiang Heng sucked somewhere sensitive, causing him to suddenly whimper.
The wet, smacking sounds of their kiss mingled with Jiang Heng’s soft hum, the saliva sliding between their lips, a living kiss.
Bo Jin and Pei Yanbing grabbed Jiang Heng by the shoulders from either side and pulled him away. His thick tongue slid out of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, dragging a clear strand of saliva with it, splattering across the Alphas.
Just as they managed to pry Jiang Heng back a little, a sharp pop rang through the air.
The interruption of their kiss was agonizing. Jiang Heng, completely lost in the moment, had lost all control and seemed to have forgotten everything else.
No sooner had the two Alphas dragged him away by the arms than he suddenly surged forward with renewed force, lunging back at Yuan Shiyuan.
The game pieces on the flying chess board scattered instantly. Yuan Shiyuan lay beneath him, surrounded by scattered penalty cards, his pink bangs swept aside to reveal wide, moist eyes filled with shock and flushed cheeks.
Jiang Heng kissed Yuan Shiyuan obsessively, gnawing at his jawline and the corners of his lips, as if his mating instincts had been awakened, fueled by an intense yearning and possessiveness toward his mate.
Now, Jiang Heng’s eyes held nothing but infatuation and longing for Yuan Shiyuan. Seeing him like this for the first time, Bo Jin’s expression turned strange. “Has his susceptible period started?”
Ying Mingche, his face dark with anger, strode forward and yanked Jiang Heng by the arm. “Fuck! Are you a zombie or something?”
The S-rank Alphas, wary of injuring Yuan Shiyuan’s tongue, dared not use force, instead anxiously observing the kiss, searching for an opportunity to pull Jiang Heng away.
But Jiang Heng, like a wild beast out of control, kissed him even more fiercely!
Had they not witnessed the entire scene, they might have suspected Jiang Heng had been drugged.
Otherwise, why would he be clinging to Yuan Shiyuan like a randy mutt in heat?
After a grueling struggle, the three Alphas finally dragged Jiang Heng off the ground, but his lips and tongue remained entangled with Yuan Shiyuan’s. Pei Yanbing was forced to come up behind Yuan Shiyuan, prop him up, and hold him against his chest for support.
It was precisely because of this close proximity that they could witness the kiss in excruciating detail.
They heard the escalating sucking sounds, the way Jiang Heng’s thick tongue churned through Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, creating a chaotic, wet slurping noise mingled with ragged sobs.
Jiang Heng seemed utterly lost in a primal mating frenzy, his breathing ragged, blood surging. He had been kissing for what felt like an eternity, yet it still wasn’t enough.
Far from enough…
Yuan Shiyuan stumbled backward with each kiss, forced against another Alpha’s chest. His head rocked uncontrollably under the onslaught, leaving him dazed. His lips were swollen and red, with saliva trickling from the corners.
“Ah… mmh… ugh…”
Yuan Shiyuan strained to lift his face, as if trying to speak, but only broken sobs escaped his throat. His eyes brimmed with tears, blurring his vision until he could barely focus.
A delicate flush stained his cheeks, mirroring the vivid pink of his tongue glimpsed between parted lips.
Pei Yanbing lowered his gaze to study Yuan Shiyuan’s expression, lost in thought for a moment.
The three Alphas attempting to pull Jiang Heng away wore similar expressions.
They should have felt disgusted—two Alphas kissing, and ones they knew personally—the scene felt utterly unnatural.
Yet as the scene unfolded before them, so intimately close, so vividly clear, they could even catch the pleasant scent radiating from Yuan Shiyuan’s body.
Their team’s beautiful maknae, his fingers trembling as he was kissed by another Alpha—a member of their own team…
Burning heat, jealousy, resentment, heartache.
A morbid excitement began to surface.
When had they ever seen Yuan Shiyuan like this before?
Right now, Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes were rolled back slightly as he was kissed. Saliva splattered onto the innocent Pei Yanbing, and he whimpered through his nose, unable to utter a word.
His wet, flushed cheeks and the corners of his eyes, along with his swollen tongue, were etched with trails of choked sobs and a shimmering wetness.
Breath and saliva mingled in a chaotic tangle. The watching Alphas could clearly hear the wet smacking sounds of their kisses, along with their own involuntary swallowing.
The scene before them was both erotic and obscene, yet it tightened their chests.
Gazing at Yuan Shiyuan’s expression, they felt their mouths go dry and their throats parch, and they wondered dazedly—Could kissing really feel this good?
Yuan Shiyuan could clearly sense Jiang Heng’s pheromones surging out of control. This time, Jiang Heng’s kiss was fierce, as if trying to swallow his tongue whole. The force left him no room to push Jiang Heng away.
His mind raced to formulate a plan, but the numbing pleasure of the deep, wet kiss electrified his entire body, leaving his limbs tingling and weak.
The Alpha in front continued kissing him relentlessly, while the Alpha behind braced him against his chest to prevent him from falling and getting hurt. His mouth was being kissed from below, deeply, so deeply the kisser’s tongue could easily touch the back of his throat. The kiss left him trembling from head to toe.
Yet the warmth of the body pressed against his back, the breath ghosting across his ear, only deepened his shame.
As if to mock him, the Alpha behind him placed a large hand directly on his gland.
Through the hazy, watery blur, Yuan Shiyuan saw Bo Jin swiftly retrieve an inhibitor and jab it into Jiang Heng. The pain seemed to only further excite Jiang Heng, who kissed him more fiercely.
Terrified of biting his own tongue, Yuan Shiyuan could only lean back as far as possible, nestling into Pei Yanbing’s embrace. He tilted his head, his tear-filled, slightly dazed eyes meeting Pei Yanbing’s trembling gaze.
His hand shook as he reached out, but Pei Yanbing seized it. Hot fingers slid between his own, lacing their hands tightly together.
The saliva drawn out by their deep kisses stretched into glistening threads, only to be drawn back into each other’s mouths. Yuan Shiyuan gripped the other Alpha’s hand tightly, a strange heat blooming deep in his lower abdomen, both tingling and numb. The unfamiliar sensation left him utterly bewildered…
It wasn’t until Bo Jin successfully injected Jiang Heng with a sedative, a concentrated inhibitor, and a sex suppressant that the latter finally began to calm down. As the drugs took effect, his movements slowed, yet he stubbornly continued to peck and lick at Yuan Shiyuan’s lips and tongue, the intense obsession in his eyes showing no signs of fading.
Finally, the Alphas were able to carry Jiang Heng away without further harming Yuan Shiyuan’s tender lips.
When Jiang Heng’s thick tongue withdrew from Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, it left a sticky, wet sound. A torrent of saliva, unchecked, mingled with tears that streamed down Yuan Shiyuan’s face.
Yuan Shiyuan leaned against Pei Yanbing’s chest, gasping for breath. Pei Yanbing cupped his chin with a large palm to catch the drool, his palm quickly filling with a pool of moisture.
After dealing with Jiang Heng, they rushed back to Yuan Shiyuan’s side.
Yuan Shiyuan’s face was awash with tears, his amber eyes unfocused and hazy, his lips swollen and red, and the tip of his crimson tongue protruded slightly, still trembling unconsciously. He seemed dazed from the kiss, not yet fully recovered. Even the slightest touch made him tense up dramatically.
His blank, dazed expression, drenched body, and patches of unmelted white cream clinging to his calves, ankles, and clothes—surrounded by a circle of S-rank alphas…
He looked as if he’d been watered like a plant.
Recalling the events moments ago, they still found it unbelievable that Jiang Heng had pinned Yuan Shiyuan down and kissed him passionately for over ten minutes.
It was a scene so absurd it felt like something from a fever dream, yet it had unfolded before their very eyes.
Gazing at Yuan Shiyuan now, the alphas couldn’t help but fantasize: what if they were the ones in Jiang Heng’s place?
If it were me, would Yuan Shiyuan wear such a seductive expression?