Chapter 57 Forced Kiss and Reconciliation (Part 1) Eyelashes fluttered, brushing against Yan Ce…

"It's true."

The cave was low and narrow. Yan Ceyan hunched over as he entered, staring at the person before him. His heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally settled back down. "It's me."

“I knew you’d come looking for me.” Yan Quan pursed her lips and sniffed hard. “I thought I was hallucinating…”

Before Yan Quan could finish uttering the word "listen," Yan Ceyan suddenly supported Yan Quan's calf with his hand.

Yan Ceyan frowned immediately after just one glance. His heart, which had just relaxed slightly, started pounding nervously again.

Dark red blood seeped out from the edges of the clip, staining Yan Quan's hiking pants a sticky, dark color.

A warm palm covered the damp, sticky trouser leg that had been lifted up...

The jagged, open wound was a bloody mess; the skin and flesh of the calf were torn and rolled up in pieces, making it an exceptionally gruesome sight.

Yan Ceyan took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly from clenching his fist over his heart. "...A bear trap?"

"Hmm." Yan Quan dug his knuckles into the soil. "It wasn't clamped very tightly. I loosened it from behind."

Yan Ceyan could already guess what kind of cruel process Yan Quan had omitted in his words.

Calmly, he quickly rummaged through the first-aid kit and pulled out saline solution. As he rinsed the wound, rusty water mixed with blood and foam gushed out from between the torn skin and flesh.

Yan Ceyan saw Yan Quan's fingernails digging deeply into his palm, but he stubbornly remained silent.

"Lin Mo said you did it to save him." Yan Ceyan poured out most of a bottle of saline solution, then raised an eyebrow and glanced at Yan Quan.

Yan Quan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his slightly pale lips moved: "I'm used to being an Alpha, protecting Oemga."

"..." Yan Ceyan pressed his lower teeth together and took a deep breath, choking out a gasp from his lungs.

Yan Quan's greatest special ability is that he frequently injures himself. The key point is that this guy is completely unaware that "injury" is not a matter for one person alone.

For example, Yan Quan'er's injuries always worry Yan Ceyan.

"The Republic advocates for AO equality." After applying hemostatic gel to the wound, Yan Ceyan skillfully wrapped and pressure-bandaged it with an elastic bandage, his tone slightly strained as he twisted the knot, "Yan Quan, when you saved the omega..."

"Didn't you ever think about how the Alpha feels?"

Did you ever think that an Alpha would be sad because you got hurt?

"..." Yan Quan paused.

In the firelight, Yan Ceyan's profile appeared exceptionally clear. Yan Quan noticed for the first time a faint tear stain at the corner of Yan Ceyan's eye.

"Yan Ceyan, have you cried?"

"..." Yan Ceyan stubbornly pursed his lips, "Rainwater."

That's the truth. Yan Ceyan was too anxious the whole way, braving the torrential rain and wading through mud, his mind was only on finding Yan Quan, and he didn't care about himself at all.

They might have cried, or they might not have cried; it could have been tears, raindrops, or... both.

"Haha..." Yan Quan suddenly smiled, his eyes crinkling, his breath brushing against Yan Ceyan's cheeks, carrying the scent of oranges.

"The fearsome King Yama of the South has actually cried. If word gets out, your lifelong reputation, Yan Ceyan, will be ruined in an instant."

"It's already ruined." Yan Ceyan lowered his head and wrapped the remaining gauze around the edge of Yan Quan's calf to reinforce it.

"The version circulating in Nanzhong now is that I jumped off the roof because of heartbreak for you."

Jumping off the building… Yan Quan lowered her eyelashes.

After the "winning the bid incident", the first thing Yan Quan did was to "cut off contact".

WeChat, phone number, and all other social media accounts were deleted and blocked... Yan Quan disappeared from Yan Ceyan's world as if he had vanished into thin air.

If Yan Ceyan hadn't been stationed at Nanzhong and blocked Yan Quan, who had come alone to process his withdrawal, at the entrance of the Academic Affairs Office, it would have been a disaster.

It's likely that Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan's relationship ended in this ambiguous way.

Looking back on this relationship now, Yan Quan realizes that her 18-year-old self was too arrogant, conceited, and full of thorns.

So even though Yan Ceyan tightly held her wrist and pulled her to the rooftop, even though Yan Quan clearly saw the bloodshot veins in Yan Ceyan's eyes during their close confrontation, even though Yan Quan's heart was actually bleeding.

Yan Quan still chose the most desperate approach.

Use the sharpest and most brutal words to stab—

"Yan Ceyan, are you stupid? The Yan family has been ruined like that... why do you still like me?"

“Yan Ceyan, you know perfectly well that I was only with you for your own benefit. But now, you're no longer of any use to me…”

Using the most cruel and indifferent act to "perform violence"—Yan Quan forcefully pulled off the silver ring on his ring finger and held it up directly in front of Yan Ceyan.

"Yan Ceyan, don't you understand? We should have broken up long ago. We have no future together."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yan Quan saw Yan Ceyan's wide, astonished eyes, the scar beneath his eye trembling uncontrollably from his facial muscles. "Yan Quan, do you really dare?"

"You know what it means..."

Yan Quan certainly knew.

No one in this world knows better than Yan Quan the temperature of the metal ring around his finger, and how a promise of forever is imprinted on the inside of the ring.

However, Yan Quan at that time handled problems in an extreme and brutal manner, disregarding the consequences.

He thought that as long as he was tough enough, ruthless enough, and indifferent enough, he could push Yan Ceyan away completely, end things once and for all, and get everything back on track.

So when that silver ring, tracing an arc through the air, was thrown high off the rooftop...

Yan Quan had not expected that Yan Ceyan would come to pick him up.

Eighteen-year-old Yan Quan overestimated herself and underestimated the sincerity of Yan Ceyan, who was also eighteen.

Without the slightest hesitation, the tall, black figure leaped from the rooftop, which was over ten meters high...

*

When this old topic came up, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. The crackling of the flickering flames echoed exceptionally clearly in the small space.

"Yan Quan." Yan Ceyan twisted his knuckles, tightening the bandage and tying it in a knot. "I was the one who told you about the bidding plan."

“I also accept that Yan Zhengdong took advantage of the land plan and used loopholes to slander and spread rumors about the Yan family.”

“But…” Yan Ceyan’s tone was very flat, as if he had repeated these words so many times that he was numb to it:

Why are you leaving?

Why do you want to "break up" with me?

Yan Ceyan stared at Yan Quan's dark pupils, which flickered: I had already convinced my father, I was even prepared to give up everything...

Yan Quan curled his fingers, and after a long while, he stiffly uttered, "...I'm sorry."

The sound of rain outside the cave gradually subsided, but night had fallen. Yan Ceyan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, his deep voice echoing softly between the stone walls:

"Yan Quan, is all you can do is apologize verbally?"

Whether it's injecting capital into the Yan family or jointly holding a press conference... these days, Yan Ceyan has been forcibly suppressing his "inaction": not making a statement, not taking any action, and not taking any further steps.

He wanted to wait for Yan Quan to figure things out and come to him to apologize, instead of the past where he would make one-sided sacrifices and be played around like this.

But how could Yan Quan be so dull-witted, like a block of wood? He stubbornly stuck in a stalemate. If you weren't careful, Yan Quan could even injure himself.

After Yan Quan was injured, Yan Ceyan was the one who was most worried and anxious. It's strange, it always seems like Yan Quan always ends up winning...

"Yan Quan".

Yan Ceyan stared intently at Yan Quan, his deep eyes reflecting a flickering flame:

"I told you, you'll pay me back whatever you owe me."

"Give it back with your actions."

"..." Yan Quan's pupils flickered blankly after hearing this. Then he reached up and touched the back of his neck, where the pheromone blocking ring was still on.

"Click!" Yan Quan subconsciously tried to turn the gear to the highest setting, but found that the button was not working.

"Click, click..." Yan Quan stubbornly maintained the stiff position on the back of his neck, pressing the switch button several times in a row, but it still didn't work...

"Stop adjusting it." Yan Ceyan's aggressive gaze pressed close. "With such heavy rain, and you coming up from a puddle, you're already soaked to the bone."

"You smelled it a long time ago?" Yan Quan murmured, only realizing after asking that the narrow space was already filled with the scent of orange pheromones.

"What do you think?" Yan Ceyan continued to raise his eyebrows and stare at Yan Quan.

Yan Quan had no choice but to lower her hand and look up to meet Yan Ceyan's gaze again: "Then you..."

Are you feeling unwell?

Smelling my pheromones will make you feel manic, will make you overload and lose control...

"Yan Quan." Yan Ceyan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. "With such a high match in pheromones, if I couldn't control myself completely, I would have been burned alive the moment I saw you."

"Besides, we've had so many intimate moments together. If your pheromones were truly poison to me, I would have died a hundred or two long ago."

"..." Yan Quan lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

"Yan Quan, what is your research topic in Federation A?"

Yan Ceyan and Yan Quan stood face to face, so close they could almost hear each other's breath: "I'm willing to believe in that possibility."

"..." Yan Quan remained silent, her lips still pursed. Her fingers, resting on the ground, clenched tightly.

“Heh… Yan Quan.” Seeing Yan Quan’s state, Yan Ceyan’s dark eyes struggled to move: “You still… never… believed in me.”

Choking back a breath, Yan Ceyan turned his head away and stepped back: "Then let's leave it at that..."

But before the last syllable of the word "样" could even finish, Yan Ceyan felt a strong force pull his wrist towards him.

Then came the breath... like a rush of air.

It has a light citrus scent, crisp and lingering, that lingers on the lips.

Yan Ceyan's pupils widened in astonishment. From this distance, he could see the fine downy hairs on Yan Quan's fair skin, and...

Very bright, very bright pupils, with a cluster of flames flickering inside, very hot.

"Hmm..." Yan Quan pried open Yan Ceyan's chin and pursed it hard, her delicate eyelashes fluttering and brushing against Yan Ceyan's nose.

When the intense, stimulating pleasure spread from his scalp to the back of his neck and exploded, Yan Ceyan belatedly realized that he was kissing Yan Quan.

"Hoo..." After a moment of mental blankness, Yan Ceyan's hand unconsciously followed Yan Quan's earlobe and rested on the back of Yan Quan's neck, pressing Yan Quan against the stone wall behind him and deepening the kiss.