Chapter 45 Desire and Loss of Control (Part Two) "Do you need my help?"...
"Sweet Orange, I want to kiss you."
As soon as Yan Ceyan finished speaking, he quickly tilted his head and moved closer, their noses touching. His moist, hoarse breath brushed against Yan Quan's lips.
At that very moment, the increasingly intense fragrance of datura flowers wafted into Yan Quan's nostrils, as if pulling him straight into Yan Ceyan's arms with a hook.
The attraction of a 99.9% match is mutual. Being so close to Yan Ceyan also made Yan Quan feel very comfortable.
Then, Yan Quan's fox-like eyes drooped, covering her delicate eyelashes, and her wrists tightened slightly around Yan Ceyan's neck. Then... she opened her lips.
This is a very erotic default.
"Mmm..." The two had broken up for almost a month, so when their lips first touched, there was still some awkwardness and shyness. They just nibbled at each other.
But later, as things progressed, the kiss deepened, becoming wet, hot, and sticky, accompanied by ragged breaths: "Mmm, mmm..."
After they finished kissing, a wet, sticky line even appeared on their separated lips.
"Are you feeling really uncomfortable, puppy?"
Yan Quan stammered as he asked. He could feel Yan Ceyan's body gradually becoming hot and stiff during the kiss…
"Hmm. A little." Yan Ceyan buried his head in Yan Quan's neck and took a deep breath, then let out a muffled groan. "...But it's okay."
"Oh, okay," Yan Quan replied softly. He hugged Yan Ceyan in silence for a while. But he sensed that Yan Ceyan hadn't relaxed at all; in fact, he seemed even more tense...
"This kind of thing..." Yan Quan considered her words carefully, "...it seems like you'll get sick if you endure it for too long."
Although Yan Ceyan seems to be sick now... that means... his condition has worsened?
"..." Yan Ceyan's eyes flickered, and he lifted his head from Yan Quan's neck, staring straight at Yan Quan.
His dark, deep eyes were unfathomable, and the emotions churning within them seemed about to burst forth uncontrollably.
His words just now seemed to have... triggered something extraordinary. Yan Quan finally realized this belatedly.
“Yes…” Yan Quan lowered his head, trying to “mend the situation after the fact.” A rare sense of shame belatedly surfaced: “Do you need my help?”
"With your hands."
Bang—If the sound of the edifice of reason collapsing could be visualized, then Yan Ceyan's mind would have been deafened by the enormous shockwave.
Shocked as he was, Yan Ceyan instinctively pushed against Yan Quan's palm.
"I don't know if my technique is right..." Yan Quan stammered, each word barely escaping his lips, "I...this is also...my first time...helping someone..."
No sooner had Yan Quan finished speaking than Yan Ceyan sealed her lips with his again, sucking on them roughly and passionately. At the same time, he forcefully ripped open Yan Quan's shirt, brazenly caressing her slender waistline and soft abdomen…
Damn, how can it be so attractive, so intoxicating... Every corner of Yan Quan's body seems to be custom-made for Yan Ceyan. Every millimeter of skin that Yan Ceyan touches stirs up a chilling frenzy in his brain...
"Hoo..." In the brief pause between breaths, Yan Ceyan parted his lips slightly from Yan Quan's and asked in a hoarse voice, "First time?"
Yan Quan has had many ex-boyfriends, but this is actually her first time...
"Mmm." Yan Quan's lips were soft. They were moist from being kissed. He was breathing slightly heavily.
"I've never been like this with any of my ex-boyfriends..."
Before Yan Quan could even finish speaking, Yan Ceyan once again swallowed and sealed Yan Quan's lips with his.
The sticky sound of water dripping and echoing on the floor pushed the ambiguous panting breaths forward like a tide, growing increasingly uncontrollable. As Yan Ceyan kissed Yan Quan, his fingers dug deeper into Yan Quan's long hair, gripping it tighter and tighter…
Yan Quan is "special" because he never does this with other Alphas... only with himself, this kind of thing, Yan Quan only does it with himself...
Overwhelming excitement surged through Yan Ceyan's hair, and with Yan Quan's awkward movements, an almost overwhelming sense of pleasure swept through Yan Ceyan's entire body—
"Hoo... Ugh..." Yan Quan was being kissed so hard he was a little short of breath. He felt that Yan Ceyan's "aggression" was a bit too strong.
"Wait, wait a minute..." Yan Quan's breathing became erratic, and her eyes were misty with tears, her long, drooping eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Don't worry."
The rain outside the window was still drizzling, the rapid raindrops hitting the windowpane with a chaotic sound, and it took a long time for it to calm down.
The cramped bathroom was filled with steaming vapors, releasing an ambiguous, blush-inducing scent...
This bath was a waste of time.
Yan Quan realized this belatedly.
Moreover… Yan Quan opened his palm and stared at it for a long time—the edges of his fair, slender fingers were tinged with faint red marks…that was because Yan Ceyan, feeling it wasn't enough, placed his own palm over Yan Quan's…
It was terrifying, utterly horrifying. Yan Quan dared not recall it any longer.
"Cough cough..." Yan Quan swallowed again, his throat dry from talking too much. This kind of thing...
Besides being hard on the hands
It seems a bit...tiring on the throat.
*
After their "exercise," the two took another shower, and Yan Quan felt sleepy... She lay down on the bed and was about to go to sleep.
Yan Ceyan, with his high stamina, was naturally not sleepy. But he wanted to stay with Yan Quan, so he pulled up a chair and sat next to Yan Quan, watching him sleep.
Her long, curled eyelashes hung obediently, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and her hair fell neatly beside her ears, swaying gently with her breath.
Yan Ceyan thought Yan Quan looked much better sleeping than any Hollywood movie star; he could look at him for a lifetime.
"Hmm..." Yan Quan's eyebrows would furrow slightly when he slept, and Yan Ceyan would gently rub them open with his fingertips.
Yan Quan felt comfortable, and the corners of her lips curved into shallow dimples. Yan Ceyan chuckled along, "So cute, Sweet Orange..."
Even Yan Ceyan himself never expected that the word "cute" would one day come out of his mouth. And he mentioned it more and more frequently, although it was 100% used to describe Yan Quan.
More precisely, besides the .50AE caliber "□□", Smith & Wesson M500, □□... (a series of gun names omitted here)
Yan Ceyan never imagined that he would one day be interested in carbon-based life forms with a body temperature of 37°C.
Thinking back to the first day of school, Yan Ceyan stood at the classroom door, his gaze sweeping across the entire classroom, finally focusing on Yan Quan in the last row, and then he couldn't look away...
Despite Yan Ceyan's extremely severe mysophobia, a dark, possessive pleasure arose within him when he saw Yan Quan sitting in the wrong seat.
The word "cute" first popped into Yan Ceyan's mind at that time. And then it gradually became an unstoppable urge...
Yan Quan looked up at him, so cute; Yan Quan frowned, so cute; Yan Quan called him crazy, and the pout at the corner of her mouth was also so cute...
Yan Quan's breathing is adorable.
Therefore, on Yan Ceyan's first day of school, the Alph hormone in his body surged out of control.
After entering 911 Hospital, his father threw a medical test report in front of Yan Ceyan: "Yan Ceyan, you've really made something of yourself. I sent you to an Alpha boys' school, and on your first day of school, you saw a transfer student in your class?"
“Yan Ceyan, eighteen is a turning point, right? Before, he was like a cold-hearted eunuch, but then he caused his Alph hormone levels to fluctuate abnormally, showing signs of mania…”
"Don't you know your own health condition? If you're affected, why don't you stay away from others? Why are you so eager to be their deskmate?"
"You insist on waiting until your pheromones overstimulate and burn you to death, then I'll come up to collect your ashes, right?"
"What's that transfer student's name? Who is she? What kind of ancient vixen has she become, stealing your soul?"
Upon hearing the name Yan Ceyan mentioned, Yan's father instantly flew into a rage: "Damn it, you son of a bitch! I could barely tolerate your AA homosexuality. Of all people to choose, why did you have to pick that illegitimate son from the Yan family who popped up out of nowhere..."
"It's fortunate that he's an Alpha, so even if his pheromones can affect you, it's limited. If he were an Omega, and your compatibility was more than 80%... bipolar disorder could kill you in a minute... and your whole life would be ruined."
"So what if he's an omega..."
At that time, Yan Ceyan was confronting his father. He calmly raised his eyes, but his pupils revealed an unwavering determination.
"If I like him, I don't care if he's an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, I'll like him."
"Assuming he's a good enough match to trigger my manic episodes... then it's even more certain that I'll love him to death for the rest of my life."
"Should I go against my innate instincts and avoid him just to avoid some potential risk in the future?"
"To protect myself, I avoid being with the person I like, and then marry someone I have no feelings for at all to spend my life with?"
"Dad, if that's the case, my whole life will be ruined."
...
Pulling himself out of his chaotic memories, Yan Ceyan turned his gaze back to Yan Quan's face, placing his fingertip between Yan Quan's brows...
Yan Ceyan slowly parted his lips, his thin lips moving rhythmically, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room. Each word was firm and resonant.
"Yan Quan, I chose him myself."
Illness, risk, death... I understood clearly from the beginning the price I had to pay for loving you.
But it's okay, I'm still willing to get close to you, like a moth drawn to a flame.
If this is a gamble with destiny at stake, I'm willing to bet everything on a very slim possibility.
A possibility of surviving against all odds, yet lasting forever.
"Hmm..." Just after Yan Ceyan finished speaking, Yan Quan unconsciously turned over in her hazy sleep, burying her head in the pillow, leaving only the back of her head visible to Yan Ceyan.
"Won't you feel uncomfortable sleeping like this..." Yan Ceyan gently stroked the back of Yan Quan's head with his hand, letting out a soft, indulgent laugh.
But Yan Ceyan overlooked... Yan Quan's quietly fluttering eyelashes beneath the white pillow.
"Idiot..." Yan Quan muttered to herself, pressing her lower lip tightly together. Yan Quan didn't understand why Yan Ceyan was so stubborn, risking his life for her.
Yan Ceyan is truly the dumbest idiot in the world.
As Yan Quan reached this conclusion in his heart, his heart trembled slightly, unable to contain itself.
*Recollection of the dividing line, the end*
Baisha Street, Hongxing Middle School, a low-rise building locked up, the silent, dark bathroom interior, with the sound of water splashing violently.
The flood of memories briefly subsided, and Yan Quan clearly heard the Alpha's muscles, bulging with veins from losing control, slamming against the wall repeatedly, producing a dull, grating noise.
"Ugh... Yan... Ce... Yan!" Yan Quan was tightly resisted by Yan Ce Yan, and could only kick back with his feet to stop Yan Ce Yan's one-sided "aggression" against him.
But it didn't work.
Yan Ceyan's rationality has basically collapsed, and he can't listen to a single word now... like a wild beast that only knows how to mate and reproduce.
With a grim and ferocious expression, Yan Ceyan pressed his canine teeth against the back of Yan Quan's neck, ready to bite down...
The intense pheromones instantly filled the entire room, and Yan Quan had a strong premonition—this time, the mark would be permanent.
The second, lifelong mark.
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Author's Note: My first impression of Yan Quan upon seeing him at the start of the semester:
Yan Ceyan's mind was racing: [So cute! So ...
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