10

 A moment later.

A small, weak voice drifted from the kitchen: "It's okay..."

Bian Han's eyelids twitched, his voice slightly hoarse: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Mmm..." Water droplets from the plate dripped onto the floor from Song Yu's slender fingers. He looked up at the man with his alabaster-like face, "I'm an Alpha, I won't be marked."

Bian Han was stunned.

He was always very good at reading people and could guess what Song Yu would say after he finished speaking.

It would be nothing more than a nod, or a question like "How did you know?"

In that case, he could answer: "My mental strength is also S-level. During my sensitive period, I release a lot of pheromones at once. If I used them all on you, you would definitely cry."

In the end, he thought too much and ignored the fact that Song Yu was an Alpha.

He looked clumsy, but he seemed a little clever.

Bian Han's heart was pounding.

The person opposite remained silent, and Song Yu's neck was about to ache from craning it back: "...Dr. Bian?"

The Alpha finally snapped out of his daze, lowered his gaze, and smiled: "Okay, I understand."

He added, "However, it's still not suitable to be too intimate; it's not good for the recovery of the spiritual body."

There wasn't enough experimental data to support this point, but he still mentioned it.

Song Yu nodded: "Hmm... Can we go to the living room now?"

So obedient.

Bian Han didn't say anything more, and casually took the plate from his hand.

Song Yu followed behind and asked 009: [Does the second male lead really like strawberries?]

009: ...

009: [Yes.]

After the plate of strawberries was placed on the coffee table, Bian Han didn't touch any, but Song Yu, feeling thirsty from being kissed, took a few bites.

A few minutes later, Bian Han finished organizing the data and said he wanted to go upstairs to see Chu Zeyan's spiritual body in person.

Song Yu withdrew his hand that was about to take the strawberries, pretended nothing had happened, and led the other upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, the two S-class individuals just stood face to face.

Song Yu couldn't quite describe the atmosphere, but one thing was certain—Chu Zeyan really didn't like Bian Han.

After a while, Bian Han withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and asked a few questions about his recent situation, like a doctor asking a patient.

"Hmm."

"Very good."

"My wife is very good at taking care of me."

Song Yu: "..."

His cheeks flushed slightly. He walked over and grabbed Chu Zeyan's arm: "You need to cooperate with Dr. Bian."

The young man's voice was very soft and gentle, without any persuasion or threat. However, it was very effective. Chu Zeyan answered the following questions very seriously.

The most common rumor about Chu Zeyan in the academy wasn't his exceptional mechanical skills, but rather about him as a person—the students all said that this Professor Chu was an unattainable beauty.

At this moment, in front of Song Yu, Chu Zeyan was just a henpecked husband.

Bian Han felt a slight pang of jealousy, only belatedly realizing where that jealousy came from.

The S-rank Omega spirit body had recovered very well. Next, he only needed to maintain his physical body and find a new one, and there was a high probability that he could be reborn.

However, compared to the original body, the spiritual body also has some limitations—for example, it cannot eat human food, cannot leave the bedroom, and cannot be overly intimate with its partner.

After giving these instructions, Bian Han left a box containing dozens of bags of nutrient solutions.

Song Yu had seen this in the information 009 had given her; it was a way to extract the nutrients needed by the human body into a small bottle of liquid, thus saving time and allowing for more efficient work…

it could be considered food.

So that noon, Chu Zeyan asked to have lunch with Song Yu. Chu Zhouyan, who usually only got to spend time with Song Yu during meals, was unhappy to hear this.

The tall boy hung his head, looking like an abandoned large dog.

“Brother, I don’t want to eat alone,”

Song Yu said, also troubled.

Bian Han said it was best to keep Chu Zeyan in a good mood, and given his personality, he wouldn’t refuse the request.

He frowned and thought for a moment: "The table in the bedroom is a bit small, you might not be able to fit."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Chu Zhouyan immediately said, "I only need a little space. Before, my bedroom didn't have a table, so I always had to put my bowl on a stool."

"So, even a small space is fine."

"Is that okay, brother?"

Chu Zhouyan's expression and tone were indifferent, but it made Song Yu feel sad. The thought of the long-limbed boy huddled in a corner, eating on a stool, softened the young man's heart, and he immediately agreed.

So at noon, the nanny brought two meals and a nutritional supplement into the bedroom.

Although Chu Zeyan was dissatisfied, Chu Zhouyan was still his younger brother, so he didn't say anything.

The space was indeed cramped, especially for Song Yu, who sat in the middle with his arms pressed against the two brothers.

He took small bites of rice and glanced at the man next to him, expressionless, drinking the nutritional supplement through a straw.

Such a large spiritual body, yet only drinking such a small amount.

"Want to try some?" Noticing the young man's gaze, Chu Zeyan handed over the nutritional supplement bag.

Song Yu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, curiosity led him to take the small bag that looked like Chinese medicine.

He looked at the packaging; it said "blueberry flavor."

It was probably similar to a beverage.

Chu Zhouyan watched as Song Yu opened his mouth directly and put the straw that Chu Zeyan had used into his mouth, his face pale and his lips pressed tightly together.

"Is it good?" Chu Zeyan's voice was tinged with amusement.

Song Yu took another small sip: "It seems to have no taste."

Chu Zeyan chuckled: "Nutritional supplements don't have taste."

Song Yu: "..."

Then why write blueberry flavor?

Fortunately, he only tasted a small sip, and Song Yu returned the remaining half bag to Chu Zeyan.

Poor thing, he could only eat this much.

He comforted him: "It's okay, once Fu Yuan and Si Ling find your body and you recover, you won't need to eat these anymore."

His wife was very obedient and cute.

Because there was a third person present, Chu Zeyan didn't kiss him directly.

After the first time, every time it was mealtime, Chu Zhouyan would take the initiative to bring the food into the bedroom. Gradually, Song Yu was also able to accept everyone eating together.

Chu Zeyan initially obeyed Bian Han's instructions, but on the third night, Song Yu, who was carrying a change of clothes and preparing to go to the bathroom in the corridor, was stopped.

Chu Zeyan seemed to already be dissatisfied: "Isn't there a bathroom here? Why do you need to go out?"

Song Yu made up an excuse: "You...you're not a germaphobe, are you?"

Chu Zeyan's brows furrowed slightly.

The room fell silent, so quiet that Song Yu felt uneasy. He looked up, staring expectantly at the man.

After a moment, Chu Zeyan spoke: "Xiao Yu, I'm not a germaphobe."

Song Yu was stunned.

He seemed to have remembered wrong...it was Xie Zhiyan from the previous world who had germaphobia.

"Then...then the floor will get wet, won't it?" Song Yu tried to hide his panic, pushing the man away. "It's really late, I'm going to take a shower, you should get some rest too."

The door slammed shut.

Chu Zeyan stood there, unmoved.

If he wasn't the one with germaphobia, then who was? Who was the man Song Yu had just been thinking about?

*

After washing up and returning to the bedroom, Song Yu hesitated about whether to shower in the bathroom here from now on.

It wasn't that he couldn't shower, but his main concern was that Chu Zeyan was in a spiritual state, and even if the door was locked, he could still sneak in through the crack.

Every time this happened, Song Yu would forget that he was already married to the other man.

"Xiao Yu?" Chu Zeyan, who had called three times already, saw the young man finally come to his senses and release his lower lip, his face growing increasingly gloomy. "What are you thinking about?"

"N-nothing..." As if subconsciously sensing danger, Song Yu took off his shoes, wanting to hide under the covers, but was instead tightly embraced.

Even a spiritual body carries a small amount of pheromones. Chu Zeyan's pheromones smelled very good, a light, subtle scent of white tea.

Song Yu could feel the scent growing stronger, enveloping him. He dared not inhale too much, feeling it might become addictive, like a cat inhaling catnip.

But Chu Zeyan didn't loosen his grip at all, his dark eyes staring straight at him.

His hot breath sprayed onto the top of Song Yu's head.

"Wife."

So hot...

Song Yu suddenly remembered Bian Han's words, "A spiritual body's pheromones are much hotter than usual," and his thin shoulders trembled slightly as he tried to pull his wrist back.

He couldn't.

An S-rank Omega had a very strong grip.

Song Yu's wrists were rubbed raw and pink. He tried to coax him, "Darling, I'm so sleepy... Let's go to sleep."

Chu Zeyan loosened one hand, but the other still held him firmly.

"Wife."

His fingers slowly traced the young man's full lips, "Wife, we're already married."

Song Yu was stunned. Understanding the implication, his entire spine went numb.

"Dr. Bian said we can't do this." Song Yu thought for a long time, then quoted the authoritative figure, trying to persuade this stubborn man, "Look how well you've recovered these past few days, we can't let all our efforts go to waste."

Seeing the man's hesitant expression, Song Yu simply went all out: "Once you're fully recovered, you can do whatever you want." As soon as

he finished speaking, he felt the strength on his wrist suddenly increase.

Seeing but not being able to have. Chu Zeyan finally fully understood this kind of pain, his heart itching with desire, yet the other was oblivious, looking at him with such a simple and innocent expression.

Unable to do the important thing, he would always ask for something else.

Chu Zeyan: "Kiss, is that okay?"

Song Yu pursed his lips, somewhat hesitant.

Although the man was already in his thirties, he seemed to have absolutely no experience in this area. Every time, he would kiss him until he was breathless before letting go.

Afterwards, his mouth would ache for a long time.

Song Yu wanted to say no, let's go to sleep. But Chu Zeyan seemed to have become interested in his fingers again, pinching and kneading the soft flesh at the base of his thumb.

Song Yu: "..."

He figured if he didn't agree, he would be tortured like this all night.

After a while,

a faint, shameful voice finally rang out in the room.

"Only five minutes."

*

The man had no sense of restraint.

Nor did he understand the concept of five minutes.

He said he would only kiss for five minutes, but ended up kissing for fifty minutes.

Chu Zeyan especially liked to pull him onto his lap, holding him tightly in his arms. Song Yu tried to struggle but couldn't push him away, his fingers pressed against the other's chest becoming red.

In the end, his eyes were red, and his entire chin was wet.

The man looked at the face he had kissed so passionately, then leaned close to his ear and teased him with some embarrassing words.

"My wife is so delicate."

"You cried after just a short kiss."

Even more offensive remarks followed.

Song Yu was both angry and ashamed. He tried to get out of his arms, but his limbs were weak, and he could only cling to the man's shoulders. He had no strength left, and his eyes reddened with anxiety.

Seeing him on the verge of tears, Chu Zeyan's heart softened, and he cheekily leaned in to scold him.

"Good boy."

"I'm a bad person."

"I shouldn't have kissed you for so long."

Once Song Yu regained his strength, he immediately hid under the covers, afraid the other would come closer.

After that, Chu Zeyan seemed to have developed an obsession with kissing.

Every day he would ask for a good morning kiss and a good night kiss. Not only that, he also liked to hug him and stare at him.

The plot was getting more and more erratic…

Song Yu asked helplessly: [What should I do? I feel like Chu Zeyan doesn't hate me anymore.]

009: [Host, our progress bar has increased a bit.] Song

Yu: [?]

009: [It's probably because the rebirth plot hasn't changed. It's okay, host. The more he likes you now, the more he'll hate you when he finds out you only want to scam him out of money.]

Song Yu only realized this after being reminded.

Right, a scumbag like him would take the opportunity to ask for money after every kiss.

*

Chu Zhouyan has been finding it hard to stay in this house lately.

He thought that someone like his adopted brother, who had always been aloof, would treat his partner with respect.

But he was completely wrong.

Almost every day, he would see Song Yu coming out of the bedroom with red lips, sometimes with several obvious red marks on his neck.

The young man's whole body was tinged with the scent of another person, his eyes and brows made more vibrant from the kisses.

They were partners.

Chu Zhouyan silently thought to himself.

So, doing these things was only natural.

He was just staying here temporarily, he could just ignore it.

He could have hidden in his own room to avoid suspicion, but it seemed like he was deliberately making himself unhappy, insisting on coming out every day to look for Song Yu.

Actually, there was no need to search. Chu Zhouyan's sense of smell had become increasingly acute lately; he could detect even the faintest scents in the corners of the villa. Naturally, he could immediately determine where Song Yu was.

Most of the time, it was in the bedroom.

Sometimes the scent was faint, probably from resting or daydreaming.

Sometimes it was strong, probably from taking a shower.

More often, it was mixed with another temperature.

—Chu Zhouyan knew what they were doing.

He was like a spy in the shadows, pretending not to know anything. But finally, one time, Song Yu's scent lingered for half a day, and Chu Zhouyan couldn't resist leaving his room and knocking on the bedroom door. After

a while, the door opened.

It was Chu Zeyan who opened the door. The man's breathing was still unsteady, and his cold expression carried a hint of dissatisfaction, as if his patience was about to run out.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother, the school recently sent an email." Chu Zhouyan mentioned some trivial matters, but the door was only slightly ajar and completely blocked by Chu Zeyan, so he couldn't even see the young man's figure.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he asked, "Brother, where's Yu-ge?"

Chu Zeyan instinctively became alert, his spiritual energy baring and reaching out, but then, remembering that the other person was his adopted brother, he relaxed. "Xiao Yu is resting."

"I have something to tell him," Chu Zhouyan insisted.

Chu Zeyan's fingers on the door didn't loosen.

As the two faced off, suddenly, a soft voice came from inside the room: "Is that Xiao Yan?"

Chu Zhouyan's eyes lit up, instantly suppressing his hostility, and he obediently called out, "Brother."

Song Yu got off the bed, walked to the door, and patted Chu Zeyan, signaling him to move aside.

Only then did Chu Zeyan step back and open the door.

The mist in Song Yu's eyes hadn't dissipated, and his lips were rosy.

He looked as if he had been intimately acquainted.

"What's wrong?"

The young man had no idea what his voice sounded like at that moment. Chu Zhouyan composed himself and said, "Brother, the school sent an email; I can enroll early."

This scene was indeed in the original plot, so Song Yu wasn't surprised. On the contrary, to make a good impression in public, he had even rented a very nice house for Chu Zhouyan near the school.

"Well... then we need to prepare well."

In the following days, Song Yu began preparing for Chu Zhouyan's enrollment in school, spending little time in his bedroom.

Actually, he didn't need to do much; Chu Zhouyan could handle everything himself, and with the head of the family, Chu Zeyan, also there, things were taken care of.

But Song Yu was just using this opportunity to give his mouth a rest.

When Chu Zhouyan moved out for school, Song Yu accompanied him. Chu Zeyan had originally planned to buy an apartment, but Chu Zhouyan didn't want it, so they decided to rent instead.

The rented apartment was in a high-end neighborhood, a three-bedroom, one-living-room unit. Chu Zhouyan had very little luggage, making the apartment look quite empty.

So Song Yu took him to a nearby shopping mall and bought many plush toys and household items.

"This way, you won't look so lonely."

Song Yu piled all the toys on the sofa and was about to put food in the refrigerator when Chu Zhouyan stopped him: "I'll do it, brother, you sit and rest."

So filial.

Song Yu felt a little relieved; thankfully, he didn't have to bully the other person much, otherwise, he would feel too embarrassed.

Time flies when you're busy. It wasn't until nightfall that Song Yu pulled out his phone—Chu Zeyan had sent him many messages, all urging him to come home.

After replying, Song Yu planned to leave: "Then you can stay here, I'm going back."

He turned to walk towards the door, but Chu Zhouyan called after him, "Song Yu."

Song Yu was stunned, taking a few seconds to react: "You're bullying me just because your brother isn't here? You're not calling me brother anymore?"

Chu Zhouyan still didn't call him, staring at Song Yu's face: "Will you come to see me often?"

The bright lights illuminated the living room, making it both bright and lonely. Song Yu felt a pang of pity: "Yes."

[OOC Warning!]

"Um… I rented this place for you, can't I come over?" Song Yu pretended to be fierce, "You even have to massage my legs."

It sounded very spoiled and demanding.

But Chu Zhouyan wished he could do these things for Song Yu every day. He smiled and said, "I'll wait for you."

*

Song Yu and Chu Zeyan lived a rather comfortable life for a while. Chu Zeyan couldn't go anywhere, so Song Yu would move all his favorite things to the bedroom—books, miniature mechas, and even bring back his work from the academy.

Of course, he just needed Chu Zeyan to have something to do and not always stare at him.

—Usually, if Chu Zeyan stared at him for more than three seconds, he would kiss him.

Fortunately, Chu Zeyan was very interested in mechas, and sometimes he could assemble parts to the point of forgetting to eat or sleep.

Song Yu watched as the small parts were smoothly assembled into very high-end things in his hands, and he felt a little itchy.

"Want to try?"

Chu Zeyan stared at the young man's bright eyes.

He liked Song Yu's eyes; they were light, and in the sunlight, they looked like beautiful glass beads.

Song Yu hesitated: "Can I?"

Chu Zeyan didn't speak, but simply disassembled a model of a warship and pushed it in front of the young man.

Song Yu's eyebrows relaxed, and he began to work with great interest.

But he got stuck after a minute.

Helpless, he cast a pleading look across the way.

Chu Zeyan, stared at with that flippant gaze, stiffened, swallowing hard. "Give me a kiss, and I'll teach you."

Song Yu: "..."

He simply refused in a huff.

Chu Zeyan then coaxed, "Continue, I'll teach you for free."

...

Time passed, and Chu Zeyan's spirit began to stabilize and strengthen.

One afternoon, Song Yu received a call from Fu Yuan. Fu Yuan and Si Ling had found a physical body and were on their way back!

Overjoyed, Song Yu glanced at the information—it was indeed very close to the protagonist's rebirth plot.

This way, things could get back on track.

Song Yu planned to meet with his group of cronies before that and badmouth the villain. That way, when the villain heard, he would quickly come and expose his true colors.

Song Yu had racked his brains to come up with this method to salvage the plot.

But before that, he still needed to complete a mission.

009: [Your reputation has recently soured; no Omega in the bar wants to talk to you.] You're furious. 】

Song Yu: 】

009: 】 You accidentally learned Chu Zhouyan's birthday from the servants, so you used the excuse of celebrating his birthday to humiliate him and make him serve you. 】

In short, you took your anger out on him. 】

This is Chu Zhouyan's motivation to become a big shot; he will become stronger to get revenge on you. 】

Song Yu nodded.

It was a simple task; he'd asked Chu Zhouyan to bring him tea and water many times before. But doing this on his birthday would probably upset him.

Song Yu had originally planned to play the villain and go empty-handed.

But after much hesitation, he bought a cake instead.

He even bought 19 candles for him to make a wish.

Making up an excuse to get rid of Chu Zeyan, Song Yu took the cake and a taxi to Chu Zhouyan's house.

He knocked twice but no one answered, so he finally had to enter the code himself.

The door opened automatically, but the living room was dark.

Was he not home?

Song Yu had intended to surprise him, so he hadn't notified him beforehand.

He put down the cake and reached for the light switch.

The next moment, he was pulled close by a strong force—

the other person was holding him tightly in their arms, hair brushing against his neck, breathing unsteadily, and their body temperature was very high.

Song Yu was so startled he forgot to struggle. Soon, he recognized the familiar scent; it was Chu Zhouyan.

"Are you running a fever?"

Song Yu asked with concern, sensing something was wrong with Chu Zhouyan's condition.

"It hurts..." Chu Zhouyan's voice was hoarse, as if he was enduring pain. "Wait for me a moment."

Song Yu didn't dare to move.

The other didn't do anything else, just held him like that.

He didn't know how long they held each other before Chu Zhouyan finally let go.

The boy seemed to have recovered from his fever, covered in sweat, his cheeks slightly flushed. Song Yu asked with concern, "How are you now? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Chu Zhouyan shook his head: "I differentiated."

"Huh?"

"Differentiated into an Alpha."

Song Yu was stunned.

This wasn't mentioned in the plot... but it's normal for a future boss like Chu Zhouyan to differentiate into an Alpha. He was still more worried about whether the other was comfortable.

Fortunately, Chu Zhouyan was fine now. He took a shower, and everything returned to normal, even his strength had increased.

As for why he knew his strength had increased... it was because the other had made him sit on the sofa as soon as he came out, massaging his shoulders and legs, his hands much stronger than usual.

But Song Yu didn't feel pain, instead, he felt a subtle comfort.

He finished the task in a daze, and feeling embarrassed to have someone recovering from a serious illness serve him, he said, "Alright, you rest first. I brought you a cake."

Chu Zhouyan stubbornly refused, "I hugged you so tightly just now, I must have hurt you."

"Let me do these things."

Song Yu smelled a cool minty scent, which he found very pleasant, so he secretly took a deep breath, and as if addicted, his cheeks flushed.

A strange feeling surged up his spine, making him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Song Yu thought he might have caught a cold.

He didn't stay long, had Chu Zhouyan light some candles, and returned to the villa.

Back at the villa, Song Yu felt his body temperature rising, and his face burning. He staggered back to the bedroom.

Almost as soon as Song Yu entered the villa, Chu Zeyan smelled the unfamiliar Alpha pheromones he had brought back.

And they were quite strong.

This jealousy intensified after Song Yu entered the house, his face flushed.

"Xiao Yu, where did you go? Who did you meet?" Chu Zeyan, devoid of his usual arrogance, questioned him like a jealous husband.

Song Yu's head was heavy, and he glanced at him dazedly.

What was that smell?

So fragrant.

Chu Zeyan smelled so good.

The blood rushing through Song Yu's body surged to his head, and he uncontrollably hugged the person opposite him.

So cool.

Song Yu wanted to cool down, so he eagerly rubbed his flushed face against Chu Zeyan's palm.

The man's body stiffened slightly.

He stared at the abnormal flush on the young man's face and finally realized—Song Yu was in his sensitive period.

"Xiao Yu?" Chu Zeyan softened his voice and called out a few times, but Song Yu seemed oblivious, wrapping his slender, soft arms around his neck.

Chu Zeyan's Adam's apple bobbed.

He carried Song Yu to the door, intending to call the downstairs auntie to bring over the suppressants from the first floor.

However, Song Yu kissed his cheek with his soft lips.

The last taut string snapped in his mind—

Chu Zeyan's eyes darkened as he carried Song Yu to the bed, then turned and closed the door, pressing the "protection" switch.

This protective door would block all mental energy and pheromones in the room.

The man leaned down, his tall shadow enveloping most of the young man's body.

Song Yu was already unconscious.

Chu Zeyan moved closer, the scent of someone else on the young man seeming to tingle his every nerve.

"Little Yu," he called in a fascinated voice, then reached out and rubbed Song Yu's earlobe, trying to bring him back to his senses.

"Look carefully."

"Who's marking you right now?"

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