Chapter 69 The Lifelong Mark It's beautiful, like a work of art...
The ceiling was shaking, and the wooden planks were creaking violently.
The world is like a surging tide, constantly turning upside down.
The cloyingly sweet scent of oranges intertwines with the fragrance of datura flowers and leaves, creating a chaotic and intense broth.
From her forehead to her neck, then to her collarbone, waist and abdomen... all the way down to her ankles, Yan Quan felt as if every inch of her body was being roughly stretched open, squeezed and rammed until it was about to fall apart.
“Damn it…” Yan Quan really wanted to curse.
But the truth is, Yan Quan's voice was so hoarse that he didn't even have the strength to speak.
"...yan," the word "yan" was only uttered once before Yan Quan felt the beast behind him sink down again, roughly biting Yan Quan's shoulder and back, which were covered with hickeys.
Then he turned Yan Quan's chin towards him and continued to kiss and suck on his already swollen lips: "Mmm..."
I've lost count of how many positions we've tried.
The most terrifying thing is that this "aggression" seems to have no end.
"Damn it... mad dog."
Sweat, thick and sticky, soaked a corner of the bed sheet, and Yan Quan's eyelashes fluttered open as a string of tears fell.
Yan Quan felt like he was going to die.
He was brutally murdered.
*
I don't know how much time passed...
"Ugh..." Yan Quan was being choked and lying on her back on the floor, her glands already overflowing with pheromones. Physiological tears blurred her vision, streaming down her swollen eyes: "Bastard... really, I can't take it anymore..."
The dark figure that rolled over and pressed down completely ignored Yan Quan's protests. With a moist breath, it licked Yan Quan's earlobe, and then lifted Yan Quan's calf again.
"Yan, Ceyan...!"
Yan Quan was able to utter those three broken words in a hoarse voice, purely out of the instinct of a living being struggling before death.
"Don't……"
It was this plea, choked with sobs, that struck Yan Ceyan like a hammer, bringing his erratic reason back on track.
“You…” Yan Ceyan raised his head, his bloodshot eyes showing a hint of surprise after regaining consciousness: “…Are you crying?”
"Plop..." Tears welled up in Yan Quan's eyes and dripped down their cheeks as they leaned against each other.
"Nonsense." Yan Quan thought to herself: "I've been crying for so long... and you're only realizing it now?"
The thought of the sheets, pillows, floor... all stained with her own tears and grime... made Yan Quan feel utterly humiliated.
I really want to punch this mad dog in the face...
Unfortunately, Yan Quan was now so tormented that she couldn't even lift a finger, so she could only stare at Yan Ceyan with tearful eyes.
"Get...out."
"Cough... Ugh." As soon as Yan Quan finished speaking, he felt his neck being tightly gripped.
This time, however, it wasn't a torrent of pheromones that fell. Instead, it was a very tight, very tight embrace.
"Yan Quan, if you tell me to get out again, I'll..."
Yan Ceyan kissed Yan Quan's earlobe in a hoarse voice: "Keep fucking me until you can't speak anymore."
"..." Yan Quan had reason to suspect that even if this guy regained his sanity, he was still just a beast in human skin.
"Yan Quan".
The arms embracing Yan Quan tightened, and Yan Ceyan's voice, hoarse and ethereal, rested on Yan Quan's head, "I..."
The tall Alpha had his head drooping, and his hair, soaked with sweat, clung to his forehead, making him look somewhat disheveled.
To be precise, it was somewhat humble.
This is somewhat contrary to common sense.
Clearly, he is an S-class rank above all others.
Yan Ceyan, however, always seemed to be in front of Yan Quan...
It makes one appear humble.
"What...?" A wave of exhaustion washed over Yan Quan, and everything before her eyes seemed to turn white and float away—
In the last second before he lost consciousness, Yan Quan clearly felt his fingers being taken by Yan Ceyan's calloused hand, and then their fingers were intertwined tightly.
Yan Ceyan's voice was very low, and when it reached Yan Quan's ears, it sounded faint, as if it came from another world:
"It's despicable, isn't it? Even after all this..."
"Yan Quan, I still love you."
*
It was already broad daylight, and light was filtering through the gaps in the closed curtains.
How much time has passed?
Yan Quan subconsciously reached out to grab her phone from her coat on the bedside table to check the time, but after looking around, she realized—
The floor was littered with torn underwear, and the small single room was filled with an ambiguous musky scent.
Unbearable and...debauched.
"Ugh..." A tearing, aching sensation shot through her lower body, causing Yan Quan, who had just opened her eyes and woken up, to grit her teeth and gasp, "It hurts so much."
She heard calm, shallow breathing beside her, and Yan Quan glanced to the side and noticed a hand lying across her—Yan Ceyan's hand.
This guy, after probably going through a manic state that was extremely exhausting, fell into a deep sleep.
Everything that happened on this bed flashed through my mind.
Yan Quan stared at Yan Ceyan for several seconds, then poked his tightly closed eyelids several times in annoyance: "Mad dog."
"You're getting off easy."
With trembling legs, Yan Quan picked up her coat from the floor, turned on her phone, and glanced at the date and time.
"..." This was the 10086th time Yan Quan had wanted to curse.
It was noon on the fourth day since Yan Ceyan first appeared downstairs at the apartment building.
In other words, that beast surnamed Yan, day and night, went on and on for more than three days.
“Shit…” Yan Quan smoothed her long hair while glaring mercilessly at Yan Ceyan, who was lying asleep. She also sighed that she was really physically strong to have survived.
If Yan Ceyan were to be given a good beating, taking advantage of his current unconscious state would be an excellent opportunity. But unfortunately... Yan Quan has more important things to do right now.
Dragging her aching body, which felt like it was about to fall apart, Yan Quan hurried straight to the bathroom shower room.
On his thin, wiry body, countless kiss marks and bite marks bloomed like cherry blossoms, clearly visible in the large floor-length mirror.
But that's not the point.
The key point is... Yan Quan, with exceptional flexibility, turned her neck over to examine the back of her neck.
“As expected…” Yan Quan lowered his eyelashes as his gaze fell on the skin on the back of his neck, and gave a wry smile: “A lifelong mark.”
But as Yan Quan examined the mark more closely and specifically, a look of astonishment gradually appeared in his pupils.
Because what's reflected in the glass mirror is a blooming, exquisitely detailed datura flower.
It is said that the more an Alpha loves an Omega, the more complete and clear the lifelong mark will be.
When Yan Quan was very young, he saw the mark on the back of his mother Wu Yingxue's neck that would last a lifetime. No, it was more like a scar than a mark.
They were tangled and knotted together, stuck to flesh and blood. Sloppy and ugly.
This indicates that during the lifelong marking process, the Alpha treats the Omega roughly and brutally, showing no mercy. The injection of pheromones is purely driven by "sexual instinct."
Wu Yingxue's scars made Yan Quan believe that all lifelong marks in this world are the same. Chaos, filth, tyranny... are merely the imprints of an Alpha's momentary base desires.
But……
Yan Quan lowered his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the datura flower mark was moving with each breath, as if the petals were blooming one by one.
It's beautiful.
[Like a precious work of art.]
A string of words suddenly popped into Yan Quan's mind to describe Yan Ceyan's mark.
"Ha..." Yan Quan inexplicably reached out and covered his chest, his heart, and chuckled somewhat mockingly.
Yan Ceyan said he "loves" him...
"So it wasn't a lie after all."
*
"Splash—" Water flowed through her hair as Yan Quan lifted her head out of the bathtub, staring fearfully at the bathroom ceiling.
Yan Quan has examined his body.
Apart from muscle soreness and numerous mottled hickeys, there was no injury inside the glandular cavity.
This shows that during the entire process of lifelong marking, when Alph was introduced, Yan Ceyan was very... tender and gentle.
Perhaps this is why... Yan Quan wasn't tormented to death by Yan Ce's manic rage/desire.
……Why?
“ai…” Yan Quan curled up in the bathtub, his mouth agape above the water, making gurgling sounds: “ai—love.”
Yan Quan hadn't uttered that word in far too long.
Because Yan Quan in the past simply did not believe in "it".
"Damn it..." Yan Quan covered her face with her hands. Water trickled down between her fingers, and her voice trembled slightly: "In this situation, I'll definitely get pregnant."
"But……"
Yan Quan finally realized, belatedly, that there was always a "but" to everything concerning Yan Ceyan.
"But Yan Ceyan..."
"But that person is Yan Ceyan..."
"But that mark belongs to Yan Ceyan..."
"But that would be Yan Ceyan's child..."
When did it start?
When did all these "buts" start?
A huge wave of panic, like an invisible hand, gripped Yan Quan tightly, causing him to jerk up from the bathtub.
The floor was soaked with water. Yan Quan wrapped a towel around himself and went back to the bedroom where he had started. Yan Ceyan was still lying on the bed, fast asleep.
Despite being such a large person, he lay sprawled out with half of his body suspended in the air to make room for Yan Quan, who had been sleeping earlier.
"Idiot." Yan Quan stared at Yan Ceyan for several minutes, then suddenly gave a pathetic smile:
"You win."
“I used to always beat others, but you’re the first one to beat me.”
"Ding-dong—ding-dong—", as if it had been planned for a long time. Just a second after Yan Quan finished putting on his coat and trousers and made some kind of decision, a rapid knocking sounded on the old apartment building's security door: "Bang bang bang—"
"Squeak—", Yan Quan calmly pushed open the door, already prepared. But the visitor who came into view still made Yan Quan raise an eyebrow in surprise.
After all, Yan Quan had only seen this former marshal and general of the Republic on television during a military parade.
Yan Quan was more familiar with the visitor's other identity—Yan Ceyan's grandfather.
General Yan was also surprised when he first met Yan Quan, probably because... Yan Quan was overflowing with the pheromones of his grandson.
“General, as you can see.” Yan Quan, like a shameless prostitute climbing into someone’s bed in countless dramas, leaned against the entrance wall, a playful smile curving his lips:
"Your grandson is sleeping soundly in the bed inside."
"Your great-grandson might be having his 100-day celebration around this time next year."
"The illegitimate son abandoned by Yan Zhengdong..." The old man's voice deepened, and he murmured in shock at Yan Quan's identity, "He's actually an omega."
"What do you want?" the old man asked, raising an eyebrow with an air of authority. "To get into the Yan family with this?"
"I hope you understand your place. The Yan family will not want an illegitimate child from the slums."
"Drip, drip..." The sound of rain outside the window had greatly diminished, with only a few raindrops tapping on the roof tiles. This made Yan Quan's voice sound somewhat low.
"I am not interested in the Yan family."
"My relationship with Yan Ceyan is over."
Yan Quan calmly lowered his eyelashes. He was always like this, nonchalant, seemingly indifferent to everything.
"Besides, your precious grandson wasn't burned to death by the overheated pheromones, shouldn't you thank me?"
"In a sense, I am still a great benefactor to your Yan family."
"...", the old man snorted coldly. He remained noncommittal.
Yan Quan ignored the disdain and mockery emanating from the other person and said calmly, "I will leave."
"Give me the money."
"Dollar."
“And… emergency contraception.” Yan Quan’s words were choked with difficulty, a rare occurrence for her. “Although it’s a banned drug in the Republic, you must have a way to get your hands on it, right—”
"I think Yan Jiahe would not want to have another illegitimate child who will fight for the family fortune in the future."
As Yan Quan packed her luggage and left the cramped bedroom in the apartment building, she took one last, deep look at the soundly sleeping Yan Ceyan.
"I only want to confirm one last thing..."
Then Yan Quan turned to the old man and casually mentioned, "He'll forget about it, won't he? The lifelong mark."
Yan Quan thought to himself, a slight regret welling up in his chest: If that's the case... Yan Quan in Yan Ceyan's memory will forever only be a heartless scoundrel and a liar.
All I'll remember is hatred.
“Traumatic amnesia is one of the sequelae of manic episodes,” the old man said casually. “Moreover, we will administer other medications to make him completely lose nearly two years’ worth of memories. At the same time, we will instill new memories into him.”
"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will never know a person named 'Yan Quan'."
"Indeed, that's ruthless." Yan Quan chuckled self-deprecatingly, then walked straight out the door without looking back.
That's fine too.
Forgetting is always better than hating.
*The dividing line of memories, the end*
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