Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 62
Chapter 62: Indirect Kiss
What is this supposed to be?
A suppository delivered right to my door?
The thought flashed through Yuan Shiyuan’s mind, startling him so much that his expression visibly shifted.
Ying Mingxi, with his gentle and meticulous nature, and impeccable sense of propriety, had likely been hinting that Yuan Shiyuan was someone he could trust.
But Yuan Shiyuan remained cautious, choosing to observe further.
As long as Ying Mingxi didn’t speak plainly, Yuan Shiyuan could continue feigning ignorance.
Ying Mingxi had merely picked up this suppository. What if he had stuffed several into his pocket and accidentally dropped one? Just like the stolen pheromone extract from before, this proved nothing.
While the staff prepared microphones and props, Bo Jin glanced out the window at Jiang Heng.
“Is Jiang Heng really okay?” Bo Jin asked. “He’d better not go berserk during the recording.”
“Who cares about Jiang Heng? The important thing is whether our little princess is alright,” Ying Mingche snapped irritably. “Why does Jiang Heng get to kiss him? And so many times at that…”
Beneath his words, the bitter resentment was palpable. A tangle of emotions—jealousy, frustration, and resentment—coalesced into a muttered complaint: “If only I had been the one who drew the winning ticket.”
Bo Jin tugged at the corner of his mouth and strode straight to Yuan Shiyuan in the last row. “The back seats tend to make people feel carsick. Why don’t you move up front?”
Yuan Shiyuan, so drowsy his eyelids kept drooping, replied, “It’s fine. I’ll just stay here. I can pull the curtain shut and sleep—it feels safer this way.”
The company was quite a distance from the group variety show’s filming location. Yuan Shiyuan had sacrificed his afternoon nap to play Aeroplane Chess with the others to break the ice. Then, Jiang Heng had pinned him down and kissed him frantically for over ten minutes. Now, all Yuan Shiyuan wanted was to catch up on sleep.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t suppress a yawn, his eyelids drooping heavily, lashes curling haphazardly, still damp with tears.
Bo Jin instinctively glanced at Yuan Shiyuan’s still-swollen lips.
His Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. He grabbed a bottle of mineral water and tilted his head back, gulping down more than half of it. The icy water slid down his throat, but it couldn’t quell the restless heat and thirst coursing through him.
When a staff member came to hand him a microphone, Bo Jin pressed a finger to his thin lips and slowly shook his head, signaling them to remain silent.
How long had it been? Yuan Shiyuan had already curled up in the corner and fallen asleep, his fingers loosely clutching the edge of the curtain. His lips were naturally pursed, but they couldn’t hide the swollen redness from the frenzied kissing. His breathing was even and deep, his sleeping posture utterly docile.
Bo Jin took the microphone from a staff member, gently unbuttoned Yuan Shiyuan’s collar, and clipped the mic to one side.
The program had officially begun filming. Up front, Ying Mingche and the others had initially planned to pull Yuan Shiyuan along, but seeing him fast asleep, they unanimously turned back, lowering their voices considerably.
In stark contrast to Yuan Shiyuan’s deep slumber, Bo Jin was excessively alert.
Yuan Shiyuan’s breath brushed against his neck, carrying the warmth of his body and a faint, sweet scent that quickly mingled with Bo Jin’s own scent, intertwining like entwined vines.
His mobile phone suddenly vibrated.
Bo Jin glanced down and realized he had forgotten to switch to his alt account. A fan he had previously followed on that account had sent him a flurry of messages.
Requesting Xiao Mei’s Favor for Brother Huo: Wahoo! My muse has been on fire lately! My friend and I have written tons of fanfic about Little Yuan and Brother Huo. Here’s a sneak peek! [flirty emoji]
【The moment Little Yuan and Brother Huo opened their eyes, they found themselves trapped in a small, dark room. A wall-sized screen displayed 999 squares, each representing a different “play.” They had to activate them all to escape…】
Rural Literature: Brother Huo, a rugged, dark-skinned man, fiercely thrusts himself into Little Yuan amidst the cornfields, causing the terrified youth to spasm and spray…
Step-Mom Literature (Captain Cameo): After finishing with the captain, the submissive young Yuan, still unsatisfied, tenderly embraces the captain’s head and assures him, “It’s okay, even a minute was wonderful.” That night, unable to resist, Yuan pleasured himself in the living room with a small toy. Little did he know, his stepson had returned…
*Brother Huo spots the guilty, panicked little wife sneaking a snack and immediately replaces the toy with himself. Afraid of waking
His fingertip hovered over the screen for a moment before he directly tipped 10,000 yuan.
Xiao Mei ○ Loves Brother Huo: You’re so generous!
Xiao Mei ○ Loves Brother Huo: But if you want to tip, it’s best to do it through the super topic page. That’ll boost our CP super topic’s ranking on the tip leaderboard and attract more Big Shot fan artists.
There’s such a thing?
Bo Jin pondered for a moment, then replied: It’s fine. I’ll just give it to you directly, and you can split it up and tip them in batches. I’m a bit busy right now.
Afterward, Bo Jin sent another 100,000-yuan tip.
Xiao Mei ○ Loves Brother Huo: Holy crap! You’re a true die-hard fan of the Little Yuan/Brother Huo CP!
Xiao Mei ○ Loves Brother Huo: Awesome! I’ll go boost the rankings right away! The whales who ship the twins have been quiet lately, so we might be able to snag a loophole today and push our CP forum up a few spots!
Xiao Mei ○ Loves Brother Huo: I never thought such an obscure CP like Little Yuan and Brother Huo could even make it into the top rankings! [Weeping Bitterly]
Bo Jin was genuinely curious: Why is this CP so unpopular? Do you ship it?
Xiao Mei ○ Loves Brother Huo: Because I have pica.
Bo Jin: ……
Xiao Mei Wants Brother Huo’s Favor: Just kidding! Little Yuan and Brother Huo’s CP is pretty niche; not many people ship them. But hey, I’m a sucker for this trope: celestial dragon daddy pretending to be Alpha, ending up in a wife-chasing crematorium, then groveling at my precious Xiao Yuanmi’s feet, hehe. I love that contrast! Plus, from the clips, it’s obvious Brother Huo subconsciously dotes on Little Yuan. He might act tough, but Xiao Yuan effortlessly brings him to his knees.
Xiao Mei Wants Brother Huo’s Favor: I’m just waiting for Brother Huo to eat his words and become Yuanyuan’s loyal lapdog.
Bo Jin: He won’t.
Xiao Mei Wants Brother Huo’s Favor: You’re not Brother Huo himself! How can you be so sure?
Because the man himself is right in front of you.
Bo Jin couldn’t fathom how fans could conjure such wild fantasies—even imagining him licking Yuan Shiyuan’s feet.
Granted, Yuan Shiyuan’s feet were exquisite—pale pink insteps, plump, rounded toes—and his entire being exuded an almost overwhelming fragrance. But Bo Jin wasn’t depraved enough to lick another man’s feet.
Ying Mingche’s laughter drifted from ahead. Bo Jin glanced over, then turned his gaze back to Yuan Shiyuan’s drowsy face. Without a word, he gently pressed Yuan Shiyuan’s head against his shoulder, creating the illusion that Yuan Shiyuan had willingly leaned against him to sleep.
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan leaning against his shoulder, Bo Jin finally felt a little more at ease. He lowered his head and typed: Why are there so many CP fans for the twins?
Xiao Mei○’s Darling Brother Huo: Do you even need to ask? Twins have a natural advantage!
Xiao Mei○’s Darling Brother Huo: Plus, they have this super rich CP fan. Since the forum’s first day, whenever anyone posts content about the twins and Little Yuan, he immediately showers them with rewards. He’s literally buying the CP’s popularity with real money. Many Big Shots are burning with passion because of him. And let’s be real, the twins are pretty hot. It’s no wonder so many people ship them. I even sneak peeks at their stuff sometimes when I’m bored.
Xiao Mei○’s Darling Brother Huo: And YMC is super eager to be the twins’ “dog.” Even though many ○ fans find him annoying and clingy, they can’t deny how hard he simps.
Xiao Mei○’s Darling Brother Huo: Proof that relentless simping can actually win you the goddess.
Bo Jin: ……
He had to agree with that.
Whenever Ying Mingche had free time, he would cling to Yuan Shiyuan like a leech, paw at him, or just drape his face on Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder.
At first, Yuan Shiyuan would push Ying Mingche away and warn him not to get too carried away. But as he grew accustomed to it, he simply let Ying Mingche get close, not even minding when Ying Mingche touched his cheek, as long as Ying Mingche’s hands were clean.
If you try hard enough, you really can lick Yuan Shiyuan.
Bo Jin was about to start typing when a sudden weight settled on his shoulder.
Yuan Shiyuan leaned closer, his cheek pressed against Bo Jin’s neck. Pink strands of hair swept across Bo Jin’s taut jawline, leaving a warm, ticklish sensation.
Bo Jin froze instantly, even his breathing softening.
He gazed at Yuan Shiyuan’s sleeping profile, his eyelashes casting dense shadows beneath his eyes. Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly parted, rosy lips revealed a glimpse of his swollen, scarlet tongue.
The fans’ talk of “licking feet” was absurd. Yet in this moment, Bo Jin felt an almost overwhelming urge to lean down and taste that moist, scarlet mouth.
The thought had barely surfaced before he swiftly suppressed it.
Adjusting his posture slightly, Bo Jin pulled Yuan Shiyuan closer, wrapping his arm around his waist. In his eyes, a possessiveness bloomed, one he himself didn’t fully recognize.
The filming location for this group variety show was a villa.
Six Alphas, with Yuan Shiyuan at the center, stood beneath the blazing sun in the garden, waving at the livestream camera.
“Hello everyone! We’re Scepter!”
The livestream was lagging due to the massive number of viewers, but the danmaku comments still flooded in relentlessly.
How can Yuan be so handsome?! [drooling]
Xiao Yuanmi is just nestled in the middle of Big Refrigerator, the size difference is so obvious!
Wait, is it just me, or does Little Yuan’s mouth look swollen and red again? Is it the lighting?
Probably just the lighting? JH’s mouth looks pretty swollen too.
No way… they didn’t kiss, did they?! CP fans, rejoice! [smirking]
The sunlight was too glaring, making it difficult for Yuan Shiyuan to see the screen clearly. Still, he tried his best to pick out comments to answer.
“I napped in the car earlier, that’s why my face is a bit red.”
When Yuan Shiyuan noticed a comment about his messy hair, he tilted his head and shook it. “Is it really that messy?”
As soon as the words left his lips, Bo Jin’s hand reached out. His fingertips threaded through Yuan Shiyuan’s hair, naturally smoothing the stray strands across his forehead. “Not messy at all.”
As if trying to catch Yuan Shiyuan’s attention, Ying Mingche deliberately raised his voice, “Look, there’s a pool and swings up ahead. Should we go for a swim later?”
Swim?
Yuan Shiyuan almost agreed.
But then he thought about it. Swimming meant wearing minimal clothing. What if the swimsuits provided by the production team were too skimpy, exposing his wet gland?
In his current state, he couldn’t handle any further stimulation or temptation.
“The pool looks too small. It’ll be too crowded with all six of us, don’t you think?” Yuan Shiyuan changed the subject, glancing at the tightly shut door. “Can’t we go inside yet?”
“You may enter the villa now,” the director announced. “However, the homeowner requests your assistance in collecting all the scattered beads from the villa and garden. In return, he will grant you full access to the house and provide delicious meals.”
Having prior experience on reality shows, Yuan Shiyuan instantly understood: the beads they were searching for in the garden were likely their budget for the day.
“Now, take turns entering the small dark room inside the villa to draw a magic card.”
Drawing the card required entering a small, pitch-black room within the villa, adding an air of mystery to the process. The magic card Yuan Shiyuan drew featured a simple drawing of an alarm clock and the two words: Time Stop.
Cooldown Time: 30 minutes.
Time Stop? Time Freeze?
Yuan Shiyuan asked the staff, “Can I use it anytime, anywhere?”
The staff explained, “It’s not time to use it yet. Remember to keep this card safe and don’t let anyone know what it does.”
Yuan Shiyuan carefully stowed the magic card away. After a moment’s thought, he asked the staff for a blank sticker.
He sketched a simple drawing of two figures exchanging items with a pen, then, mimicking the production team’s handwriting, wrote the word “交换” (Exchange) above the sketch. He stuck the sticker onto his magic card.
In the end, Yuan Shiyuan’s “Time Stop” magic card had been completely transformed, disguised as “Exchange.”
— Little Yuan’s move?!
— We still don’t know what the director’s planning, but Little Yuan immediately hiding his trump card? He’s so smart!
The first person to get a magic card could start looking for the beads right away. Yuan Shiyuan had just turned a corner when he saw a vase ahead, filled with small, clear beads resembling glass marbles.
He took out the beads and put them in the small backpack the production team had given him.
Soon, Yuan Shiyuan figured out the pattern:
Forget looking for beads—find the cameras. Wherever a camera is pointed, there will be beads.
Yuan Shiyuan’s reasoning was spot-on. Before long, his backpack was half-full.
As he prepared to head downstairs, he ran into Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng’s gaze immediately locked onto Yuan Shiyuan’s swollen lips, his throat bobbing as if savoring a memory.
Yuan Shiyuan’s attention was entirely fixed on Jiang Heng’s backpack. “I got here first, so how did you collect so many beads? Where did you find them?”
He glanced down at the backpack’s logo and froze. “Isn’t this Ying Mingche’s backpack?”
Jiang Heng’s voice remained calm. “The backpack was just sitting on the table, unclaimed. I figured I’d take it.”
Yuan Shiyuan gave him a thumbs-up. “Good job! Do it again next time.”
He cautiously peeked downstairs. Sure enough, Ying Mingche was frantically searching the room for his backpack, then erupting in a furious roar: “Where’s my backpack?!”
Even Ying Mingche hadn’t imagined that his backpack could vanish into thin air while he was merely using the restroom.
Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulders shook with laughter.
“Come here.”
Jiang Heng reached out to take Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, but hesitated, pulling back as if remembering something. He turned toward a corner, the tips of his ears flushing an unnatural red. “I’ll pour the beads into your bag.”
Time to divide the spoils, Yuan Shiyuan thought, immediately following him.
——Good for you, JH! Becoming a master thief to support your family, handing it all over to your wife. You’re a true A! 👍
——Am I imagining things? The atmosphere between JH and Little Yuan feels so… strange. JH can’t even look at Little Yuan. He tried to take Little Yuan’s hand earlier, but then suddenly pulled back… O.O
——Feels like he’s avoiding suspicion? And what’s up with JH’s neck? You don’t inject suppressants there. Why does he have a bandage on the side of his neck?
——I’m spreading a rumor: ○ got carried away during a passionate moment and sucked on his neck, leaving a hickey. 😈
Jiang Heng poured all the beads into Yuan Shiyuan’s bag—his own, Ying Mingche’s, everything—with a decisiveness that made it look like he was handing over his paycheck to his wife.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t resist peeking inside. “Not even one for him?”
“Nope,” Jiang Heng said. “Ignore him. Those beads of his were stolen from Ying Mingxi anyway.”
Yuan Shiyuan: “……”
Well, karma’s a bitch, isn’t it? What goes around comes around.
Ying Mingche deserved this.
Yuan Shiyuan’s backpack was now satisfyingly heavy, making Ying Mingche’s ghost-struck expression even more amusing.
He sauntered over to Ying Mingche, feigning surprise. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“I just found a ton,” Ying Mingche said, his voice simmering with frustration. “But someone stole my backpack! I had to get a new one from the staff and start all over.”
He knew the beads would be crucial in the next round, so he’d gathered quite a stash.
He’d even planned to impress Yuan Shiyuan with his diligence and resourcefulness. But in the time it took him to use the restroom, everything vanished.
Ying Mingche’s simmering frustration nearly made Yuan Shiyuan burst out laughing.
Yuan Shiyuan coughed to stifle his amusement, then grabbed a handful of beads from his own backpack. “It’s okay,” he said. “I collected plenty. Here, I’ll share some with you.”
Ying Mingche looked genuinely astonished. “Really?”
Yuan Shiyuan was actually offering to share? His voice quickened. “Why are you suddenly sharing…?”
Yuan Shiyuan stuffed a small handful of beads into Ying Mingche’s backpack. “Because I feel bad for you, silly.”
The once-empty backpack now had some weight to it, thanks to Yuan Shiyuan’s generosity.
Ying Mingche’s eyes lit up instantly, like a large dog who’d just had its fur smoothed successfully. He grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s arm, lifted him off the ground, and spun him around in a half-circle.
Then, as if about to kiss Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek, he caught a glimpse of the camera and settled for nuzzling his neck instead.
“You’re still the best, Princess Yuanyuan.”
— I can’t take it anymore. Covers face
— That corn sausage guy is really… utterly smitten with ○. He’s so lost in it, he probably doesn’t even remember his own name. Chuckle
— Dude, we’re still filming a show here? And you’re just scarfing down my precious tofu like that?! I can’t even imagine how wild this dog gets in private. He’s probably the type to obsessively lick ○’s feet and indulge in gluttonous feasts, never going hungry or thirsty. Smirks Rolls eyes
— Corn sausage, you should treat yourself a little better. Covers face
At the end of the corridor, Bo Jin watched the scene coldly.
Just as the fans had said, Yuan Shiyuan had grown accustomed to Ying Mingche’s persistent advances. Like a frog in slowly boiling water, he no longer even bothered to push away these intimate embraces.
A clear flash of irritation crossed Bo Jin’s eyes. Yuan Shiyuan’s heart was too soft, kind to everyone—even willing to share the precious pearls he’d worked so hard to find with Ying Mingche.
Yet weren’t they, as roommates, supposed to be the closest?
Yuan Shiyuan fluttered through the villa like a diligent honeybee, collecting pearls.
When he finally stopped, a thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead, and he felt parched. Turning to the cameraman behind him, he asked softly, “Brother, are you thirsty?”
The cameraman was startled by the sudden close-up of Yuan Shiyuan’s handsome face. He froze for a moment before shaking his head.
Even though the villa had a climate control system, carrying the camera equipment all day must be tiring, right?
Yuan Shiyuan noticed a row of small stalls in a corner of the villa, resembling a street food market. They sold cold drinks, oden, candied haws, cotton candy, and other treats… At first glance, he thought he’d returned to the commercial street near his university.
He glanced at the price tags. Sure enough, payment was accepted in beads.
He bought a bottle of ice water, twisted off the cap, and turned to offer it to the cameraman.
The cameraman hesitated, then shook his head to decline.
“It’s okay, man,” Yuan Shiyuan insisted. “Take it. Carrying that camera all day must be tough. Don’t worry about me; I have ways to get my share.”
After handing the water to the cameraman, Yuan Shiyuan immediately went to find Bo Jin.
Spotting Bo Jin in the distance, he hurried over. “Brother Bo Jin, I saw something really interesting and came to find you right away!”
Bo Jin, who had been secretly observing Yuan Shiyuan, knew perfectly well that Yuan Shiyuan had come to him first. Though pleased, he kept his expression neutral. “Oh?”
Just like old times, Yuan Shiyuan casually hooked his arm through Bo Jin’s as they strolled toward the snack stalls.
“Look, they’re all priced up there. The pearls we found must be our budget for today. Looks so delicious!” Yuan Shiyuan analyzed the menu with mock seriousness, then sighed. “Too bad I didn’t find many pearls. Can’t bring myself to spend them.”
Bo Jin had seen through Yuan Shiyuan’s intentions long ago, his expression saying, Go on.
Only after Yuan Shiyuan finished did he ask, “Which one do you want?”
“Anything’s fine,” Yuan Shiyuan replied with forced modesty.
“Pick what you like. I found plenty of pearls—enough to pay for everything.”
“Then I won’t hold back!”
This was exactly what Yuan Shiyuan had been waiting for. He immediately grabbed a bowl of oden, carefully selecting a mix of meat and vegetables, then added condiments with gusto. Next, he brazenly took a carton of strawberry milk.
In no time, Yuan Shiyuan had devoured most of Bo Jin’s “savings,” even remembering to grab a bottle of mineral water for their cameraman.
As Bo Jin paid, he glanced at Yuan Shiyuan, who was sharing the water. “You’re so generous to everyone else, but you show me no such courtesy.”
“That’s ’cause you’re my own brother,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, chewing on his straw as he nudged Bo Jin playfully with his elbow.
Bo Jin raised an eyebrow, secretly pleased.
At the snack stall, Yuan Shiyuan, his head bent as he sipped through the straw, looked like a contented cat. For reasons he couldn’t explain, Bo Jin reached out, his thumb brushing against the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, wiping away a nonexistent smudge.
He gently rubbed his swollen lower lip, still red from the kiss. He could clearly feel the soft, damp petals of his lips parting slightly with each breath.
“Hmm?”
“You got some on you.”
If you want to touch, just say so. It’s not embarrassing, you know.
My lips… they just got touched like that, all dewy and fresh.
“Oh.”
“Lean down, I’ll feed you.” Yuan Shiyuan, unfazed by Bo Jin’s actions, speared a fish ball with his fork. “This fish ball is so good! It’s different from the ones I’ve had before.”
Bo Jin froze, watching Yuan Shiyuan lift his pale arm to personally feed him. His expression grew increasingly awkward, but fearing Yuan Shiyuan’s arm would tire, he leaned down, lowered his head, and tilted his head to take a bite of the fish ball.
In such close proximity, he could catch the faint fragrance of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair, mingled with a hint of strawberry…
“Be careful, it’ll burst with hot juice…”
But it was too late. The fish ball burst, sending scalding broth down Bo Jin’s throat, and he began to cough violently.
Yuan Shiyuan immediately set the oden aside, grabbed a tissue to wipe Bo Jin’s mouth, and patted his back.
“Are you okay?”
“…I’m fine.”
Bo Jin certainly didn’t look fine.
Yuan Shiyuan quickly grabbed the strawberry milk and fed the straw into Bo Jin’s mouth. Bo Jin almost unconsciously took a sip. The straw carried the sweet scent of strawberry milk, along with another alluring fragrance—
Yuan Shiyuan’s saliva.
Bo Jin’s breathing quickened, his face flushed intensely. The pain from his scalded tongue faded into the background.
Warm, delicate hands caressed his cheek. When he lowered his head, he saw Yuan Shiyuan crouching, his wet eyes gazing up at him.
“Feeling better?”
“Mm,” Bo Jin replied, his voice slightly hoarse. “Much better.”
Fuck! Is Brother Huo about to rise again?! The Circle Emperor himself granted him an indirect kiss! [Screaming]
○’s little hands just kept touching Brother Huo all over! The smug look on Brother Huo’s face… I can’t even. [Facepalm]
Don’t let Brother Huo die of happiness.
He splurged to get Brother Huo a Q/Q person! [Clown emoji][Clown emoji]
Bo Jin was in high spirits. Though his scalded tongue made it difficult to speak, he still bought another box of strawberry milk for Yuan Shiyuan.
Yuan Shiyuan bit the straw, puzzled. “Why so many?”
“You love it, don’t you?” Bo Jin replied. “Besides, you’re still growing. Drinking more milk is good for you.”
Bo Jin turned his head and watched Yuan Shiyuan suck on the straw and swallow. That very straw he had just used.
Recalling the sweet, fragrant taste he had just savored, a surge of heat rose in his throat.
Still growing, even at my age? Yuan Shiyuan grumbled inwardly, yet dutifully accepted Bo Jin’s kindness. He genuinely loved this brand of strawberry milk, even though the imported stuff was quite expensive.
After finishing his snack, Yuan Shiyuan abandoned Bo Jin and resumed searching the villa for the pearls.
A vase on the long dining table held vibrant bellflowers. He plucked one, holding it in his hand and sniffing it as he walked.
Before long, Yuan Shiyuan found the bellflower cumbersome to carry, yet couldn’t bear to discard it.
Just then, he stumbled upon Pei Yanbing’s tall, ascetic figure standing by the bed. Yuan Shiyuan waved as he approached, “Captain!”
“This is for you.”
Pei Yanbing turned to find himself enveloped in a sweet fragrance. Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head up, his pink hair tousled by the breeze, and offered him the flower.
“For me?” Pei Yanbing blinked in surprise.
“For you.”
“Thank you, it’s a very beautiful flower.”
This wasn’t the first time Yuan Shiyuan had given Pei Yanbing a flower, but coincidentally, both times it had been bellflowers. Pei Yanbing held the flower in his hand, yet felt unease and fear.
Why was Yuan Shiyuan giving him a flower? He was such a boring person, incapable of offering an interesting response…
“Because I wanted to give it to you.”
As if reading Pei Yanbing’s thoughts, Yuan Shiyuan smiled and said in a perfectly natural tone, “With so many people here, I met you first.”
“Isn’t that reason enough?”
Pei Yanbing’s pupils widened in surprise.
The skin beneath his palm felt like it was burning, and his heart was pounding fiercely.
“Want something to eat?” Pei Yanbing paused, as if carefully choosing his words. “There are snack stalls nearby.”
“No need, Brother Bo Jin just treated me.”
“……”
Pei Yanbing lowered his gaze. “Alright.”
Why does he sound so… disappointed? Yuan Shiyuan wondered. After a moment’s thought, he asked, “Captain, are you hungry? I can treat you if you want.”
“No need,” Pei Yanbing added. “I’m not hungry.”
Is this the captain’s perk? Getting Little Yuan to offer him food? [Lemon]
Why is Brother Wuji so talkative today? [Confused]
Because Brother Wuji has been doing some deep thinking.
Good on the captain for refusing. He’s a proper, family-minded Alpha who doesn’t spend Little Yuan’s money. Unlike that spendthrift Brother Huo, who gulped down half a box of Little Yuan’s strawberry milk in one go! [Angry]
LOL, didn’t Huo buy that milk himself?
So what? Anything he gets is still Little Yuan’s to share! [Smirking]
Pei Yanbing lowered his head to inhale the floral fragrance.
Whether it was his imagination or not, the flowers scattered throughout the venue seemed to carry Yuan Shiyuan’s unique scent.
His skin hunger suddenly flared up with overwhelming intensity.
Whenever he was near Yuan Shiyuan, the urge to touch and caress him surged through Pei Yanbing like a tidal wave.
I want to touch Yuan Shiyuan… to feel his skin against mine… to be even closer to him…
“There’s a petal in your hair,” Pei Yanbing murmured, unconsciously taking a step forward.
A stray petal had somehow become tangled in Yuan Shiyuan’s pink-tinted locks, likely brushed against while he was bending to smell the flowers earlier.
Yuan Shiyuan shook his head from side to side, like a cat shaking off water. He tilted his head back and asked, “Is it gone now?”
“No, still there.”
Pei Yanbing took another step closer, his towering frame nearly engulfing Yuan Shiyuan, accentuating the stark size difference between them. With the hand holding the windbell flower, he gently lifted Yuan Shiyuan’s chin, while his other hand brushed aside the pale pink strands framing his forehead.
Sunlight streamed through the slats of the blinds, casting shifting, grid-like shadows across their bodies.
A delicate petal drifted slowly downward, caught in the Alpha’s palm as if it were a precious treasure.
“There, it’s gone now.”
The size difference between the Omega and the captain is just chef’s kiss! A Big Refrigerator and a little kitten! 🤤
Wait… the captain isn’t wearing gloves? Huh? Ahhh?! [Screams]
He stopped wearing them a while ago. During the “Tough Survival” show, the captain always wore gloves when touching anything else, but whenever he touched Little Yuan, the gloves seemed to vanish automatically.
I never pegged you for this kind of captain, deliberately taking off your gloves to touch ○, huh? [Rolls eyes]
“Thank you, Captain.”
Yuan Shiyuan looked up, his gaze freezing mid-motion.
In the shadows of the corner ahead, a black figure leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
Jiang Heng stared quietly in that direction, his thin lips pressed into a tight, downward line, forming a cold, hard line. The bandage on the side of his neck was already peeling loose, hanging precariously and looking utterly hazardous.
“Captain, I won’t disturb you any longer. Please continue with your work.”
Pei Yanbing watched Yuan Shiyuan walk toward another Alpha, approach him, and tilt his face up in a very intimate gesture.
As he watched their overlapping figures, Pei Yanbing’s knuckles clenched white, crushing the flower petals between his fingers into pulp.
His perpetually icy, emotionless eyes cracked with countless fissures, revealing an unprecedented darkness. Beneath it all lurked a desperate struggle against the abyss, threatening to spill into uncontrollable chaos.