Chapter 6
"Yan Heng, come in quickly." Yan's mother smiled broadly. "This is your brother's boyfriend, quickly call him sister-in-law."
Yan Heng remained expressionless.
The man looked down at him, his eyes flashing like wild thorns, barbs exposed.
The most embarrassing thing in the world is when your ex-friend with benefits catches you on a blind date with his brother.
After a long silence, Yan Heng finally spoke up.
"You two know each other?"
Song Nanke: "I don't know him."
Yan Heng: "I know him."
Brother Yan Heng: "......."
"We've only met a few times." Song Nanke forced a smile. "We're not close."
Yan Heng gave him a deep look, but remained silent.
Before they knew it, it was dinnertime. As soon as Song Nanke sat down, she began to take care of her brother Yan Heng.
This is a conditioned reflex honed by the Song family's strict education—preferential treatment for Omegas.
This time, Song Nanke took the initiative to pull out the chair and then offered to pour water.
Yan Heng looked at him with some surprise, and Song Nanke couldn't help but smile slightly.
I felt so uncomfortable being taken care of by a man the other day, but I finally feel better.
She had just turned her head when she met Yan Heng's gaze. His dark pupils were like gems climbing on a scorpion, with light and shadow hidden beneath his venomous tail.
Song Nanke felt a stab to the heart, a strange sense of danger coursing through her.
He picked up the cup to drink water, but choked a few times. Then his brother Yanheng patted him on the back.
"Slow down."
Yan Heng's gaze was indistinct, and Song Nanke lost her appetite.
Out of courtesy, and also to distract himself, he kept peeling bamboo shoots and shrimp, and after he finished peeling, he used serving chopsticks to put the food into Yan Heng's plate, piling the food up like a small mountain.
He then carefully removed the bones from the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish in front of him, gently placing the cleaned meat onto a plate.
"Wow, Nan Ke is so sweet!" Mother Yan smiled, her eyes crinkling. "She's sure to charm countless people. Ah Zheng, you'd better treat her well."
"If you two get along well, why don't you set the wedding date next year?"
Just as Yan Heng was about to speak, they heard a crash—the sound of glass shattering.
"I'm sorry," Yan Heng said in a slightly cool voice, "my cup broke."
He bent down to pick up the broken pieces, but Song Nanke felt something repeatedly rubbing against his calf.
The sense of touch is even more sensitive through the fabric.
The strings of the skin were suddenly plucked, the afterglow filled with trembling, and an addictive craving for intimacy suddenly surged forth.
He should kick the man away, but he couldn't move, and even hoped that the other's fingertips would linger a little longer.
"What's wrong?" Yan Heng looked at him and gently touched his forehead. "Do you have a fever? Your face is so red."
When her brother merely touched her forehead, Song Nanke jerked away, then, regaining her senses, kicked Yan Heng away.
However, when he shook off the other man and kicked him again, the man grabbed his ankle.
It has a soft, petal-like feel when rubbed against the skin.
It was a kiss.
This guy's gone mad!
How could he—in front of everyone?
Song Nanke stood up abruptly, feeling his face burning hot.
However, Yan Heng slowly sat up, revealing a tiny scar on his index finger.
He took a light sip, then looked at Song Nanke, his pupils reflecting a shadow as dense as a spiderweb.
It was the hand that had just grasped his ankle.
Mother Yan gently scolded Yan Heng for picking up the shards with his bare hands, but the man didn't seem to care.
He said, "I'm not afraid of getting hurt."
"I might actually have a fever."
Song Nanke couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to leave under some pretext.
Unfortunately, the weather turned against us; the temperature suddenly dropped, and snow began to fall.
The pipes on the one-way road leading from Yanjia Villa to the highway froze and burst, causing the entire section to be flooded.
Despite repeated pleas from Yan's mother, Song Nanke had no choice but to stay.
He claimed he was unwell and went to his guest room early on.
It turns out that pheromone addiction is so hard to break.
Just a gentle kiss on her ankle by the man ignited a desire within her like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
Song Nanke went to the bathroom, leaving his clothes on and letting the water droplets wash over his entire body.
In the hazy mirror, he was bathed in the glow of steam, his eyes slanted upwards, and his gaze held a pool of crystal fish waiting to be caught.
The moisture, like invisible, transparent fingers, climbed up my back and neck, like the person's elusive breath.
The desire to burst into foam, overflowing from the very bones.
"hateful."
Song Nanke slammed his fist into the mirror and closed his eyes.
Memories are like expired wine, fermenting an aura of inescapable doom.
Song Nanke lowered his head and leaned against the wall, not daring to look back at the past.
That's an Alpha.
An Alpha who likes other Omegas.
He said this to himself.
**
After showering for so long, Song Nanke came out and discovered something embarrassing.
He had been emotionally distraught and was washing himself in his clothes, which are now completely soaked, and he has no change of clothes.
Song Nanke: "......"
The bathrobes in the guest room appeared to be women's style; they were not only short, but the front could not be closed.
Walking around like this might be indecent.
He pursed his lips, but still sent a message, "Mr. Yan, could you give me a set of clothes? I'm 180cm tall, and my build should be similar to yours."
After a long silence, Song Nanke became truly anxious.
Is that message misleading, or is he implying something?
He bit his nails, paced back and forth in the room, and finally made up his mind to send another message.
"Mr. Yan, are you there?"
He added a few interjections at the end of his sentence, afraid his tone would be too harsh.
"I really need a change of clothes, thank you~"
The message was successfully sent, and a faint ding-dong sound was heard outside the door.
The message came back quickly.
"I am Yan Zheng," Yan Heng replied slowly, typing each word as if in a restrained manner. "I got the clothes. Please open the door."
Brother Yanheng has arrived.
Song Nanke felt relieved and opened the door with great joy, only to be met with a tall man walking towards her.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my chest.
It was Yan Heng.
The man's bangs were disheveled, and his dark eyes were like sharp, jagged animal traps, holding his own shadow within them.
Song Nanke instinctively reached out to close the door.
However, Yan Heng was faster than him, and opened the door in an instant.
As it spun around, the shadows seemed to fold their wings like a falcon, completely enveloping Song Nanke.
Her wrists were grabbed and pressed against the wall. Just as Song Nanke opened her mouth to say something, she was kissed.
"You're dressed like this when you go to see my brother."
The man's gaze swept over Song Nanke from bottom to top, his voice carrying a chilling, venomous edge.
"If I swallow you whole, would you still be able to handle it?"
"Let go." The imminent danger filled him with almost unbearable fear. "Are you crazy? You'll let your family find out..."
Yan Heng didn't say anything, but simply took a utility knife from the table and handed it to Song Nanke.
Song Nanke's eyes widened suddenly, and his fingertips almost trembled.
The man didn't give him much time to hesitate, and kissed him even deeper.
“If you don’t want to,” he said, pointing to his glands, “slide it here.”
He was lifted up by one hand, suspended in mid-air, causing Song Nanke to scream in surprise as his back pressed against the wall.
The knife clattered to the ground, and he was put in someone's mouth.
"No..." Song Nanke felt like a nursing infant, his voice trembling as he shook his head from side to side, tears streaming down his face. "Stop—"
The man glanced up at him, then mischievously released his hand from his.
The sudden loss of weight caused Song Nanke to gasp in surprise.
As soon as the decline stopped, Yan Heng chuckled softly.
He jerked slightly, and Song Nanke screamed.
incredible.
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