13

 Song Yu's belly is big.

The joy of reunion was overshadowed by this unexpected discovery. Chu Zeyan was filled with mixed feelings. Countless words and questions flooded his mind, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

Song Yu didn't expect Chu Zeyan to find this place.

In the original plot, they had no contact after their divorce, so he didn't know how to treat Chu Zeyan.

Moreover, Fu Yuan's words just now...

Song Yu said guiltily: [Does Chu Zeyan think this is Fu Yuan's child?]

009: [After testing, his mind is a bit clearer now, and he is guessing whether it is his own.]

Song Yu was not sure how to talk to the other party without being out of character, but 009 said that this plot was too far off and could temporarily deviate from the original character setting.

He thought about it and felt that he couldn't escape, so he let the person in.

Chu Zeyan entered the room with a gloomy face.

Or rather, from the beginning, his face had never been good.

The man looked around, his face darkening at the worn-out, pale wooden table and cheap plastic stool. He turned to Song Yu, "You've been staying here all this time?"

"I'm moving to my place soon." Fu Yuan was also quite annoyed. He'd already found the first person, thinking he might have a chance to be the child's stepfather, but this annoying thing had popped up again.

Chu Zeyan gave Fu Yuan a cold look. The two S-level mental energies were locked in an invisible battle, but thinking of Song Yu and the child in his belly, they both withdrew.

"Song Yu, let's talk." Chu Zeyan finally spoke.

There was no way to avoid it, so Song Yu gave a soft "Mmm."

He thought the other party would talk in the living room, but the next moment he was pulled into the room by the hand.

Fu Yuan frowned, but knowing the other party wouldn't dare to do anything, he sat in the living room and waited.

The bedroom was small. After Song Yu was led in, Chu Zeyan turned around and locked the door.

"Click"—Song

Yu inexplicably shivered.

Chu Zeyan's face was grim, but he still immediately glanced at the young man. Only after confirming the other hadn't been injured did his tense nerves relax.

There were no chairs in the room, so Chu Zeyan sat directly at the foot of the bed. Seeing Song Yu standing motionless in the doorway, he said with a stern face, "Why are you so far away from me?"

The atmosphere was a little intimidating; Song Yu didn't even dare to breathe loudly, slowly moving forward a little.

He had traveled for two hours and walked quite a distance that day, and his legs were already starting to ache, but

he stubbornly insisted, "I'm not tired." Chu Zeyan didn't bother to discuss it further, simply pulling him close and forcing him to sit on his lap.

The soft, warm skin made the man feel at ease. He pressed against Song Yu's lower back, holding him and greedily inhaling his familiar fragrance.

Song Yu's neck itched, and he kept trying to move away.

Chu Zeyan hugged him tighter before speaking, "How long have you been here?"

"..." Silence.

"Always by yourself?"

"..." He pursed his lips.

"Why did you want a divorce?"

Song Yu finally spoke slowly, "You bullied me."

"Didn't you say before that I could bully you however I wanted?" Chu Zeyan stared at the face he had longed for day and night. He had even thought that after finding her, he would first remarry her, and then pin her down on the bed. As long as he had the strength, he would continue, making sure she could never get up again, only able to get pregnant by him.

However, now, her belly was indeed big.

The man stared intently at Song Yu's slightly protruding belly: "What? You really don't dare to do it now?"

Song Yu pursed his lips, feeling wronged at the thought of the nearly one-week mark. He turned his face away, refusing to look at him.

Seeing that Song Yu didn't speak, Chu Zeyan assumed that she had really fallen for someone else, and his tone was extremely sarcastic: "You like Fu Yuan? What's so good about him? You're his fiancée now? Is the child in your belly his?"

Song Yu lowered her eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" Chu Zeyan leaned closer, his tone sinister. "I really wanted to tie you up, lock you in a room, so only I could see you."

Song Yu accidentally met the man's gaze, startled by the obsession in his eyes, and struggled to get up.

"If you move again, I'll kiss you."

Song Yu: "..."

Why does everyone like to threaten people with kisses? Fu Yuan is one thing, but even Chu Zeyan, with his aloof and unattainable persona, says that?

009 commented: [He's no longer an aloof and unattainable persona; he's just a resentful husband now.]

Chu Zeyan's scent was crisp and clean; Song Yu had been marked and was quite sensitive to this smell. While his mind was still fuzzy, he felt a kiss on the lips.

He stared wide-eyed at the other man.

Chu Zeyan's lips curled into a smile, but his eyes held a half-smile, his tone both sour and malicious: "Your fiancé is outside, and here you are, being held in my arms and kissed by me."

Song Yu: "..."

He suspected that Chu Zeyan was deliberately trying to provoke him!

Seeing the young man turn his face away and ignore him, Chu Zeyan grabbed his chin and bit his lips again.

The bite wasn't very hard, but Song Yu had become much more delicate since becoming pregnant, and he said with a stern face, "You're not allowed to touch me, and you're not allowed to kiss me."

"Then come back with me." Chu Zeyan wanted to say something about not staying in this shabby place, but thinking of Song Yu's background, he swallowed his words and changed his tune, "Otherwise, I'll continue kissing other places."

He then leaned close to the young man's ear and whispered, "Didn't you say you liked it last time? You said it felt so good when I kissed you."

...Shameless.

Song Yu's skin flushed pink from the rage, both angry and ashamed: "You made me say it!"

Seeing the other man persisting, he hastily tried to dissuade him: "We're divorced. What I am now is none of your business."

"Besides, we were never a good match. You can go find someone else."

"Find someone else?" Chu Zeyan's expression, which had just improved, immediately darkened. "I've given you everything, and you've seen my body. Now you want me to find someone else?"

"Song Yu, don't even think about getting rid of me."

He sounded... definitely a scumbag.

Song Yu had no choice: "But I already have a child. You can't force things like this."

Sure enough, after he said this, Chu Zeyan's expression froze. After a few seconds of silence, he finally asked, "Whose child is it?"

Song Yu turned his face away and lied: "It's definitely not yours."

He didn't dare to look at Chu Zeyan's face, feeling a frighteningly low aura emanating from him. After a long while, he heard the other man's voice: "I marked you."

The man said firmly, word by word, "I marked you many times."

"I put a lot inside you."

"You smell like my pheromones."

Song Yu's face flushed from his words,

but he forced himself to remain calm: "What do you want to say?" His eyelashes trembled with shyness.

"So, I am the father of this child." Chu Zeyan picked him up and took his hand. "Come back with me and we'll remarry."

Song Yu hadn't expected Chu Zeyan to accept even this. He was at his wit's end and stubbornly refused to leave.

Seeing his pale face, Chu Zeyan didn't dare to press him any further.

He answered a phone call; it was Si Ling's voice on the other end.

A moment later, Si Ling also came in.

Song Yu glanced at him.

Si Ling was still the same as before, composed and emotionally stable.

It seemed that not being affected by pheromones had its advantages.

"The group of people at the door has been cleared out." Beta took off his spotless gloves and casually tossed them into the living room trash can. He then looked at Song Yu, concealing his inner turmoil and remaining outwardly calm. "Mr. Song, the car is downstairs. Do you want to go back?"

Song Yu shook his head.

Chu Zeyan remained silent, his face grim. Fu Yuan, however, gave a faint smirk: "He's pregnant with my child, what would he do back with you? We'll get married as soon as we get back."

Si Ling was taken aback.

Only then did she notice Song Yu's slightly protruding belly.

Even the usually composed and reliable Beta's expression changed. He stiffened, unsure of what to say. With

three tall men crammed into the room, two of whom possessed S-level mental strength, Song Yu was somewhat affected by their pheromones. He started to feel sleepy and decided to ignore them, heading straight to his bedroom to rest.

He thought he wouldn't sleep well, but the cool pheromone scent on the blankets made him feel exceptionally comfortable.

It was probably Omega pheromones, very faint, mixed with a subtle hint of sunshine.

He slept until dark.

Song Yu got up and left the bedroom.

He thought everyone would go back once they saw him, but not only did the original group not return, two more joined in.

?

The one-bedroom apartment was almost too cramped.

As soon as Chu Zhouyan saw him, he immediately took two steps forward and pressed down on his shoulders. The tall boy's eyes were red-rimmed, his voice anxious and aggrieved: "Brother... how are you doing? Why are you staying here? I've been looking for you for so long, I've called you so many times!"

Before Song Yu could answer these questions, the boy in front of him was shoved aside.

Bian Han, with a stethoscope around his neck, asked him how he was doing and then gave him a medical check-up.

Song Yu: "..."

He was dazed and was carried to a chair. Bian Han squatted down, and the other men surrounded him.

After a series of procedures,

"Your body is very healthy, the fetus hasn't affected Xiao Yu," Bian Han's expression softened, "but it's best to go to the hospital for a full check-up."

Song Yu first said "Oh," and was then pushed to the dining table, only to find that the table was full of nutritionally balanced dishes.

Even these were prepared.

He didn't know what these people meant, so he could only eat slowly.

After finishing his meal, the men still didn't leave.

Song Yu couldn't very well kick them out, so he hid in his room and didn't come out.

As it turned out, these people really stayed at his place, seemingly intending to stay permanently. Especially Chu Zeyan, who had Si Ling move all her luggage over in the following days, and also furnished the house and repaired the walls.

The kitchen and refrigerator were also piled high with food.

The originally spacious one-bedroom apartment was now incredibly cramped. Sometimes, in order to avoid the person in front of him, Song Yu would accidentally brush against the person next to him.

"It's so crowded..."

he complained, glaring at Fu Yuan, whom he had brushed against, but the other party complained first.

"Don't seduce me."

Song Yu: "..."

Fortunately, he didn't even need to say anything; such a comment was enough to provoke the others' sarcastic remarks.

If you can't stand it, then leave; don't embarrass yourself here.

Fu Yuan sneered and mocked back.

The group of men argued with each other in a tone of New Year's greetings.

But Song Yu was surprisingly doing quite well.

The quilt had been changed to a light and warm silk quilt, two air conditioners had been installed in the house, and the bathroom had been rearranged, with the shower gel and shampoo changed to his favorite scent.

Over time, the already pampered young man became increasingly spoiled.

However, tasks like leg massages could only be left to Si Ling—the other individuals' S-grade pheromones would disturb Song Yu's rest.

Chu Zhouyan, who usually attended school during the day, only saw Song Yu at night.

Now, even leg massages were out of the question.

This couldn't go on.

Song Yu, resting with his eyes closed, suddenly felt something furry in his hands. He opened his eyes and saw a large black panther!

The long-lost touch made him squint, thoroughly enjoying petting the cat.

A moment later, Fu Yuan, noticing Song Yu's weakness for furry animals, also manifested his spiritual form.

Song Yu stared at the majestic white tiger.

Another large cat.

Luckily, he had two hands.

Chu Zeyan watched, his heart aching.

But he was still the luckiest.

Perhaps after being marked, Song Yu sometimes needed his pheromones, unconsciously clinging to his neck and sitting on his lap.

Chu Zeyan enjoyed the moments the young man needed.

But the happy time was short-lived. As soon as Song Yu regained consciousness and no longer needed the pheromones to soothe him, he immediately let go of him and ran off to continue stroking his spiritual body.

Chu Zeyan never expected that one day he would be inferior to an animal.

He sat down to the side, his face grim as he looked at Song Yu's waist, which was entangled by a tail: "Pregnant women shouldn't be in contact with too many furry animals; their fur can affect the respiratory tract."

Song Yu was entangled even tighter.

The white tiger glanced at Chu Zeyan: "If you don't have fur, then stay out of the way."

Chu Zeyan: "..."

Song Yu looked at the man whose face was stiff but who was just enduring it, thinking of the scene of himself being entangled by a black snake.

Hmm... a little scared.

Song Yu originally didn't want to go to the hospital for a physical examination, after all, there was only one last plot before leaving the world, but he had been urged several times, so he had no choice but to agree.

Originally, he only wanted Si Ling and Chu Zhouyan to accompany him, but as soon as they arrived at the hospital, the nurse took out the examination form and asked: "Who is the family member?"

"Me."

"I am!"

"Here."

Several different male voices sounded at the same time.

Song Yu: "..."

His face flushed red under everyone's gaze. He was about to go and take it himself when Chu Zeyan beat him to it.

The man listened patiently to the nurse's instructions, glancing at the examination form a few times.

Song Yu sat back down in his chair.

A moment later, Chu Zeyan approached, extending his hand as if to lead him to the next examination.

Song Yu's belly wasn't very large, but as soon as he stood up, the men around him followed him like bodyguards.

Everyone around looked in their direction, and they could all guess what was going on—

it seemed they all wanted to be the child's stepfather.

Song Yu immediately said, "You don't need to follow me."

Although the men were displeased, they all obediently

waited. The young man had told them to wait in their seats, and they did so obediently.

Chu Zeyan led Song Yu by the hand down the corridor. After walking a short distance, Song Yu realized they were getting further and further away from the examination room.

What was this...?

Finally, he was led to the stairwell.

The man stared at him expressionlessly.

Song Yu instinctively felt uneasy: "...What's wrong?"

"The test results show the conception date." Chu Zeyan handed over the report, his voice unsteady, tinged with obvious excitement, "The child is mine, isn't it?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then noticed that the date was indeed clearly marked on the report.

"I don't remember..."

"I remember." Chu Zeyan leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against the Alpha's earlobe, his voice low and husky, "First day of the fertile period, three times in total."

"You said it was sour, you didn't want it anymore."

How could he say such a thing...

Song Yu was so ashamed that he clutched the hem of his clothes with his fingers, his soft lips parting slightly.

However, before he could say anything, his lips were kissed.

"You... um—"

Chu Zeyan couldn't hold back any longer. In the quiet stairwell, he pressed his wife against the wall, grabbed his chin, and kissed her directly.

It was a very heavy and forceful kiss.

It was as if he was conveying all the anxiety and unease of the past few days to the other person through this kiss.

Song Yu's mouth felt sore from the kiss, tears welled up in his eyes, and he made a whimpering sound.

…

Song Yu was pregnant, and her body was more sensitive than usual. After being kissed, she felt soft and pale.

Her dazed eyes held a hint of allure.

“You’re killing me.” Chu Zeyan wanted to continue kissing her, but since it was a hospital, he took out a wet wipe to clean the young man’s face.

He spoke as he wiped, his tone very serious, as if he wasn’t the one who had just been pinching her face and kissing her so fiercely.

“I think the child looks like me.”

Song Yu was stunned by the kiss and it took him a while to realize what the man had said.

He looked at the shadow on the examination report.

Only three months pregnant… how could he tell?

*

Since Chu Zeyan found out the child was his, he had been pressuring her to get married even more, using more persuasive tactics.

He said things like “the child needs a complete childhood,” “the pregnancy needs my pheromones,” and “we need to do those things legally,” all in an attempt to get Song Yu to remarry him.

The other men probably guessed what was going on, but they all pretended not to know, continuing to stay in the small house, hoping to become stepfathers.

Song Yu mostly just muddled through, waiting for the final plot point.

Finally, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, he was watching a movie on a single sofa when 009 reminded him that the villain, Sun Zengyin, had arrived.

Song Yu glanced at the man in the kitchen—only Chu Zeyan was there; everyone else had gone downstairs to buy ingredients. They planned to have hot pot together that day.

Why didn't they wait until they finished eating?

Song Yu reluctantly got up, and the next moment, someone knocked on the door.

The knocking was loud, almost banging. Seeing Chu Zeyan come out of the kitchen, Song Yu rushed forward: "I'll open it."

Chu Zeyan tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The door opened, and four or five people stood outside. Sun Zengyin stood in the middle, holding a stick, looking like he had come to collect a debt.

Song Yu immediately took a few steps back.

The original plot was that Sun Zengyin knew Song Yu was divorced and wanted to extort money from him, but Song Yu had already squandered all his money. The two argued, and Song Yu cursed at him a few times, causing him to break down and reveal Song Yu's past emotional deceptions to Chu Zeyan.

Now, Chu Zeyan happened to be there too.

Even though he already knew the plot, Song Yu was still a little nervous.

He had never seen Chu Zeyan lose his temper before, and he expected him to be very fierce.

However, he was quickly carried into the living room by the man: "Go to the sofa."

Song Yu tugged at his clothes: "I'll stay next to you."

Chu Zeyan's lips curled up, then he turned around, coldly looking at the group of people outside.

Sun Zengyin hadn't expected to run into Chu Zeyan here either. Weren't these two divorced? Rumor had it that he was kicked out? Otherwise, why would Song Yu be living in this slum?

He dropped his fierce expression, immediately adopting a servile one, and put away the wooden stick in his hand, fawningly saying, "It's Brother Chu! I'm Sun Zengyin, have you forgotten?"

Chu Zeyan frowned: "Who?"

Sun Zengyin was surrounded by his underlings, so he was naturally afraid of losing face and lied, "I even held you when you were little!"

Song Yu tilted his head from behind, tilting his head back and whispering, "That might be your uncle."

"..." Chu Zeyan almost lost his composure, ruffling Sun Zengyin's obedient hair twice, then coldly staring at him, "I don't know you."

Sun Zengyin saw him close the door directly and hurriedly tried to block it with his hand. But the other party didn't stop at all.

"Ah—"

His fingers were caught, and before Sun Zengyin could even scream, his collar was grabbed. He turned around and found his underlings huddled in a corner.

He recognized the man holding him; it was Fu Yuan.

The others also looked imposing, all S-class Alphas.

Under the pressure of the powerful aura, Sun Zengyin's legs began to go weak. Fu Yuan's expression was unusually bloodthirsty, and he immediately exclaimed in fright, "I'm Chu Zeyan's relative!"

Fu Yuan released his grip with disgust, "How come your family has relatives like this?"

Then, his voice softened instantly, and he smiled at the young man behind Chu Zeyan, "Xiao Yu, I bought your favorite beef balls."

Chu Zhouyan wasn't to be outdone, "Brother, I bought plum juice, don't you like sour things?"

Bian Han: "That's too cold, I bought warm juice."

...

Sun Zengyin stared in disbelief at everything before him.

The young man's skin was fair and smooth, his eyes bright, clearly pampered, and even his demeanor was exceptionally gentle and noble.

Completely, he was from a different world.

Why? Why was a conman being pampered by so many people?

Sun Zengyin was convinced that Song Yu had deceived everyone with his appearance, and shouted, "He's a liar! You've all been fooled by him! He just wants to swindle your money!!!"

She then pointed at Chu Zeyan, "He only married you for money!"

The lines were exactly the same as in the original plot.

But everyone's reaction seemed...

Fu Yuan looked disgusted: "This Chu guy is rich? I doubt he can even afford to raise a child! No wonder he insisted on a sexless marriage."

Bian Han didn't even bother to look at Sun Zengyin, and went into the room to look at Song Yu: "Pregnant women shouldn't be stimulated. I'll check you out in a bit."

Song Yu silently checked his progress bar.

Thank goodness, it hadn't gone down.

But it seemed no one believed Sun Zengyin's words, and even thought he was affecting his health.

Then Chu Zhouyan took him to the bedroom to rest.

The other party even got him a comfortable pillow.

Song Yu was indeed quite comfortable, but this was his last plot point. If the progress bar didn't increase, he didn't know what would happen next.

Chu Zhouyan put headphones on him to listen to music, so he couldn't hear anything outside.

About ten minutes later, Chu Zeyan came in.

Song Yu immediately took off his headphones and got out of bed.

He secretly glanced at the man; his expression wasn't relaxed, and his lips were taut.

It seemed he was about to settle accounts.

Song Yu waited for the storm to break.

Chu Zeyan finally spoke: "You like my money?"

Song Yu guiltily hummed in agreement.

But he was afraid the other would ask him to pay back the money, so he started doing the math—he'd only used Chu Zeyan's card to buy a few large Cokes, and a few comic books… The Transformers were for Chu Zeyan himself, so that shouldn't count, right?

His personal terminal suddenly beeped.

Song Yu snapped back to reality.

"Look."

"Hmm?"

"Check the message."

Song Yu tapped the screen and froze after seeing the message.

Chu Zeyan had transferred money to him.

A lot of money.

"You like money, so all my money is yours," Chu Zeyan said, enunciating each word clearly, "and the house under my name, and everything else, you can have if you want."

Song Yu looked up, staring incredulously at the man opposite him.

Chu Zeyan's eyes were dark, his expression indifferent yet serious.

He thought Chu Zeyan would be disappointed in him.

At least, he knew that men hated betrayal, so why was he so tolerant of him?

After a long while, Song Yu spoke softly, "Aren't you angry with me?"

"If it were the old me, I definitely would have been angry, so angry that I would have divorced you." Chu Zeyan's tone was gentle yet firm, "But not now."

Song Yu stared at him blankly, waiting for his next words.

"I have no right to be angry with you, because I myself seem to be someone who doesn't know how to love very well. From the day I decided to marry you, I checked your background, I know what kind of family you come from, but I never thought to understand you."

"To understand your past, your preferences. To see what kind of environment my wife used to live in."

Chu Zeyan looked around at the dilapidated rooftop: "Now, after living here for a while, I understand the importance of money, and I understand your situation." "

I'm not angry, nor do I deny the significance of this place to you, but I don't want you to suffer anymore."

"Xiao Yu, I will treat you well, come home with me, okay?"

The man rarely spoke so much, each word flowing slowly like water into the depths of Song Yu's heart.

A moment later.

The young man's soft voice echoed in the room.

"Mmm."

*

Song Yu, who agreed to go home with Chu Zeyan because of her soft heart, didn't expect the progress bar to reach 95%.

This was a lucky accident.

After Song Yu returned to the Chu family, Chu Zeyan took even better care of her, doing almost everything himself, even testing the bath water several times.

Si Ling was promoted by him to help him handle affairs at the academy.

Of course, Chu Zeyan still had some ulterior motives.

For a long time afterward, Song Yu lived comfortably, but the progress bar didn't move anymore.

Song Yu looked at his six-month-old belly.

Was he really going to give birth here?

[No, host, there's only 5% of the plot left. Perhaps if you and he remarry, it might reach 100%.]

Song Yu thought about it; proposing remarriage wouldn't be out of character.

He was about to leave this place.

He didn't want Chu Zeyan to leave the world with regrets.

Song Yu wasn't a cold-hearted person; he knew how kind others were to him.

So that afternoon, he planned to bring it up at dinner.

However, Chu Zeyan didn't come out of the room.

Song Yu was helped upstairs by the housekeeper and found the bedroom's security door locked.

009: [Host, Chu Zeyan is in heat.]

Song Yu knocked on the door, but there was no response. He anxiously called Bian Han.

The other party arrived quickly, first comforting Song Yu, "Don't rush, it's bad for your health." Then, they activated some of their mental energy.

Song Yu stood at the door waiting for a while, and Bian Han withdrew his mental energy, saying, "He's in heat, and you've already taken suppressants. However, your pheromones are very stimulating to him. Protect yourself first, and don't get close."

Song Yu nodded, glancing worriedly at the door.

The bedroom was temporarily unusable. The housekeeper prepared a room on the third floor for him to rest in that night.

Around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the bedroom door was pounded hard from the inside.

Just from the sound, one could sense how much pain Chu Zeyan was in.

Song Yu couldn't bear it and asked 009 to open the protective door.

009 hesitated: "[Host, you need to think carefully, it might hurt you.]"

Song Yu shook his head: "[No.]

Chu Zeyan wouldn't be hurt."

The protective door was deactivated, and Song Yu pushed open the door, smelling a strong, refreshing fragrance.

—It was Chu Zeyan's pheromones.

The man sat slumped on the edge of the bed, his collar and black hair disheveled, his neck a bloody mess, scratched raw with hardly any healthy flesh left.

Song Yu was startled and quickly went over.

Chu Zeyan heard the noise, looked up, and stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

Song Yu hesitated for a moment, but still squatted down beside him.

He covered the glands on his back with his hand: "Don't scratch, it hurts."

Chu Zeyan's voice was hoarse: "Don't come in, I might hurt you."

Song Yu: "Do you want pheromones?"

Chu Zeyan stared at him for a moment.

The next second, Song Yu felt his body being wrapped around something cold. The black scales were dry and cold.

The cold-blooded animal hissed.

Song Yu felt himself being wrapped tighter and tighter, and even though he could hardly breathe, he still reached out and gently stroked along the snake scales.

His voice was gentle and tender.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm here."

"Chu Zeyan, don't get hurt again."

...

When Song Yu was finally carried back to the room, his arms and legs were weak. Chu Zeyan helped him change into a set of pajamas, and then put gauze on his neck before turning off the lights and returning to the room on the second floor. He

should be past his heat cycle now...

Song Yu thought groggily.

He was very tired, and his eyelids were too heavy to open, so he fell asleep. He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard some movement at the door.

It seemed like someone was turning his door lock.

Song Yu woke up with a start.

There was a tall figure at the doorway.

Smelling the familiar pheromone scent, Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "How did you wake up—uh!"

He was immediately pulled into a hug.

Perhaps to avoid squeezing his stomach, his back rested against the man's chest, his legs straddling the man's lap. His

toes couldn't touch the ground no matter how hard he tried.

Chu Zeyan hugged him for a while, but still wasn't satisfied.

After a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "Give me some pheromones."

The action was forceful, but the voice sounded like a plea.

Song Yu was a little stunned, not quite understanding what the other meant by "give." His voice trembled from the heat of the person behind him, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. His

voice was thick with nasal congestion, sounding pitiful.

"How...how do I give it to you..."

"Where do you have the most pheromones?"

"I don't know..."

"I know." Chu Zeyan's breathing was erratic, like a trapped beast desperately needing comfort, "Will you give it to me?"

Song Yu's consciousness was a little hazy, and he gave a soft hum.

Then, he felt himself being carried to the bed.

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