Chapter 36

The car drove into the basement, where Shu Juan was already waiting.

Nan Yayin finally got off Qiao Yan. He struggled to open the car door and get out of the car, not even having time to straighten his clothes.

Shu Juan, wearing a gas mask, looked at him and said, "This is really something. If I take a picture now, will she kill me when she wakes up?"

"I won't be polite to you." Nan Ya Yin straightened her clothes and hair. "Do you need to go to such lengths?"

"No need. I just don't want to smell her pheromones. I'm an Alpha." Shu Juan took off her gas mask and gestured for someone to carry Qiao Yan inside. "Are you going in?"

Nan Ya Yin looked at her in disbelief. "Then I should stand outside?"

This question stumped her. Shu Juan gestured for her to speak, saying, "There's food and drink to be had. Just ring the bell if you need anything."

Just as Nan Yayin was about to go inside, Shu Juan noticed the terminal on the car seat. "Hey, don't forget to take your terminal."

Nan Yayin mumbled, "I understand."

After he learned yesterday that someone was controlling Qiao Yan's phone to call him, his terminal started acting strangely, sending him odd messages from time to time, which were then automatically deleted.

First, there were messages like "Qiao Yan will die tomorrow," "Qiao Yan's vulnerable period is coming," and "You're all doomed." Later, the messages turned into offers of money to lure him, such as "Kill Qiao Yan and you'll split the money with him."

He originally wanted to tell Qiao Yan, but carrying a terminal was risky; what if it was used to eavesdrop? Besides, judging from the messages he sent, this person had clearly been following them.

Nan Yayin thought he was stupid. How could he be so foolish as to cooperate with someone who almost killed him, let alone kill Qiao Yan?

He picked up the terminal from the back seat and saw that another message had been sent.

"Kill her, or take your life in exchange."

Nan Yayin remained silent, only thinking that the person opposite her was also a lunatic.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Okay, how much money are you going to give me?"

The reply came quickly: "Kill Qiao Yan, and everything she has will be yours."

Now that the sniper is dead, this lead has been cut off, and the mastermind has so easily connected with him. Isn't this the best opportunity?

“How can I trust you?” Nan Yayin typed on the keyboard. “I can have everything Qiao Yan has without you.”

Hmph, even though he's still in his most vulnerable period, Qiao Yan just confessed his feelings to him in the car, and he heard it all clearly.

Without waiting for a reply, Nan Yayin turned off her phone and went into the room where Qiao Yan was being housed. He gently pressed his fingertips against his palm. If he were still in the car, the cramped space would have left him no time to do anything.

Now it's different. Nan Yayin's hand is on the doorknob; she'll see her as soon as she goes in.

Shu Juan has already gone upstairs; now there are probably only the two of them in this basement.

As soon as he opened the door, Qiao Yan hugged him tightly.

"What are you doing at the door?" Nan Ya Yin couldn't break free and could only manage to close the door.

Qiao Yan rubbed his face, looked him straight in the eye, and said, "I've been waiting for you."

"Wait for me? Wait for me for what?" Nan Ya Yin felt like she was a giant plush toy.

"Smell your pheromones." Qiao Yan rested her head on his neck, her breath like the tide.

She kissed his neck, and when he tried to pull away, she held his head.

The pheromones of cream permeated the air, and every breath she took carried a cloyingly sweet fragrance. Nan Yayin couldn't hold out for more than a few seconds before becoming dazed.

His intermittent rationality warned him that he couldn't approach an Alpha so unguardedly, especially an Alpha in his vulnerable period.

“I need to take a suppressant.” Nan Ya’yin dodged her downward-pointing lips and teeth. “I need to call someone for help.”

He tried to pull Qiao Yan's hand away, but the more he tried, the more he felt a gentle kneading coming from that spot.

The vulnerable period should be dangerous, brutal, and something you want to run away from, but Qiao Yan seems to be as gentle as ever, only a little childish.

"Why take inhibitors?" she struggled to recall, remembering how taking inhibitors had only made her more miserable in the past. "No."

Naïve, and forceful.

She carried Nan Yayin into the house, not wanting to waste this short distance, kissing and biting her relentlessly.

Once she sat down on that large sofa, Qiao Yan finally felt a sense of relief.

With his clothes disheveled, Nan Yayin leaned against the sofa armrest, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Qiao Yan's hand touched his chest, its warmth penetrating through his shirt as she gently touched it.

"Your heart is beating so fast." Qiao Yan leaned down and pressed her hand against his heart.

The basement lights were too bright. Qiao Yan had been able to block some of the light just now, but now Nan Ya Yin was staring at the incandescent light above her head.

Excitement, shame—he felt his heart pounding faster, as if he were about to die.

He felt Qiao Yan move again, so he pushed away Qiao Yan's hand that was blocking the light, and saw his flushed face and his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably from the stimulation. "It's too bright, let go."

Qiao Yan was always helpful. When she heard him say it was very bright, she went from sitting on the sofa to kneeling and crawling on top of him, her hands on the armrests, her long hair falling down like silk, blocking out much of the light.

Nan Ya Yin's gaze was now fixed on Qiao Yan. He keenly noticed that Qiao Yan seemed much more normal, while it was he who was acting strangely.

"And now?" Qiao Yan asked him.

"It's still bright." Nan Yayin turned her head to the side.

Qiao Yan leaned down and kissed his cheek, trying to find the light switch nearby; she remembered there should be one on the table.

This wasn't her own home after all. By the time she found her way here, Nan Ya Yin had grabbed her and put her arms around her, and she immediately turned off all the lights.

"Wait a minute," Qiao Yan whispered in his ear, "You can't see it anymore."

"It's better that I can't see it." Nan Ya Yin felt that his dawdling made him seem like he was in a dangerous period.

He touched the scabbed wound on Qiao Yan's ear. "Does it still hurt?"

"It itches." Qiao Yan reached out to kiss him. "It doesn't hurt."

He felt a burning hot hand crawl onto his abdomen. He groaned and then grabbed her face. "What did you say in the car? Say it again."

"What should I say?" Qiao Yan thought seriously. "What do you want to hear?"

What else could he possibly want to hear? Only someone like Qiao Yan would ask questions during his sensitive period.

"Think for yourself." Nan Ya Yin grabbed the hand inside her clothes, trying to pull it out, but instead, she was grabbed by the belt. "Pervert!"

Qiao Yan was practically clinging to him, and when she heard him say that, she followed his ear again, "You can't always make me think. We just talked about so many things, which part do you want to hear?"

"Don't be silly?" Qiao Yan gently bit his ear.

Why is it this sentence? Nan Yayin trembled. "It's not this sentence."

“That’s not it.” Qiao Yan repeated, mimicking him. “I meant you’re never honest, never frank?”

"Did I?" Nan Yayin knew she couldn't pull that hand away, so she had to pull back and push Qiao Yan, but she wasn't really pushing him with all her heart.

"Don't you have any?" Qiao Yan's voice was so steady that it didn't sound like someone in their vulnerable period. "It's not that sentence either."

He had no idea her memory was so good. She rattled off a whole bunch of things that Nan Ya Yin wanted to hear, and it seemed like she even stole a few of his lines, which made him grind his teeth in anger.

"That line you said when you confessed your feelings," Nan Ya Yin bent her leg as if to kick her, "Are you regretting it now and not going to admit it anymore?"

"But you didn't answer me." Qiao Yan's voice was a little softer. "This is not what I expected."

"Do you think I'm saying this to force you to agree?" Qiao Yan propped herself up slightly on the sofa.

Nan Yayin felt her breathing become distant, with only strands of hair gently brushing against her face.

"What?" He couldn't quite understand what she was saying. Was she talking in her sleep?

Qiao Yan reached out and touched the switch, adjusting the brightness to a level where people could see their outlines.

Would you stay with me for money?

No matter how blunt she was, Nan Yayin found it hard to handle.

He jumped up immediately, "How could you say such a thing?"

"Also?" Qiao Yan turned her head to sniff his pheromones. "Has anyone else said that?"

Nan Yayin touched her pocket with her forearm; the terminal was inside. She knew Qiao Yan was smart, and if she thought about it a little longer, she might come up with something.

"If I'm with you for money," Nan Yayin gritted her teeth. She felt the heat rising on her face; if all the lights were turned on, her face would be as red as a traffic light.

He took a breath. "Then I have too many choices. It's not like you're the only one with money."

After hearing this, Qiao Yan nuzzled her head against his neck, implying that he meant, "So you like me?"

Her lips brushed against the skin of his neck, then moved back to tentatively explore the small pool of water.

"I didn't say that." Nan Yayin was still trying to argue, and only then did he realize that he had been tricked by her. "No, you haven't even said it again."

"What did you say?" Qiao Yan hugged him and fell onto the sofa. "If you don't tell me, I won't know."

"Get off!" Nan Ya Yin pushed her away, using her head to push against the embrace.

Qiao Yan smiled and kissed his gland, and as expected felt his body stiffen.

"you...!"

"If I say it again, can I bite your glands?" Qiao Yan kissed around the edge.

Because she was so reasonable, Nan Ya Yin was already unsure whether Qiao Yan was joking with him or not actually in her sensitive period. It wasn't until her teeth gently grazed the glands, bringing a tingling sensation, that he realized Qiao Yan was still in her sensitive period and wasn't negotiating with him now; she could bite right through him in the next second.

But he was already finding it hard to resist, so he hugged Qiao Yan tightly and said, "Then you have to speak first."

"I like you," Qiao Yan whispered in his ear.

At this moment, Nan Yayin's heart seemed to no longer belong to her. A sharp pain mixed with pain came from the back of her neck, and her lips, teeth, and tongue sealed the glands.

"Um!"

Qiao Yan felt her body trembling as she held him. She was still biting his gland, possessing him, marking him, satisfying all the soaring desires in her mind.

She started to lose herself again, only able to express herself with her lips and tongue.