Let Chapter 67 end quickly.
With less and less oxygen available to his lungs, Shang Qiyue released his grip a split second before Mu Yan was about to suffocate.
Mu Yan coughed violently, and then Shang Qiyue grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
The two were already physically weaker than each other, and Mu Yan had been drugged, leaving him with almost no strength to resist. His back slammed heavily against the cabin door.
Shang Qiyue was breathing heavily, his hospital gown was soaked with sweat, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his dark eyes were unfocused, like two cold glass beads.
"Get out."
In the control room, separated by only a wall, the attending physician looked grim as he stared at the rapidly turning red indicators on the screen.
"The patient had a very low tolerance for omega pheromones, so we stopped the injections and switched to sedative medications."
“But…” The assistant was about to say something, but seeing the attending physician’s ashen face, she had no choice but to turn off the equipment as instructed.
It hurts so much.
Mu Yan was in so much pain that he briefly lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found his back was wet and sticky. When he reached back, he touched his hand and found it covered in blood.
Perhaps because he had been there for a long time, the sweet fragrance of gardenias in the air gradually faded, and Mu Yan could only smell the blood on his body, which smelled like old rust and made him feel a little nauseous.
Shang Qiyue took another step closer to him, and Mu Yan instinctively shuddered.
With her jaw trembling and tears streaming down her face, Mu Yan was terrified, unsure if Shang Qiyue would go crazy again, and simply huddled in the corner.
The doctor said that no matter what happens, they will at least ensure their own safety, but... will they really?
If I'm about to die here, will they really take me out?
People like them could easily deal with a prominent member of parliament, so even if someone like me disappeared, it probably wouldn't mean much to them...
The vent seemed to pause for a moment, then resumed its whooshing sound.
Mu Yan took deep breaths of the outside air. The air that came in might have had a calming effect, and his jaw gradually stopped trembling. Suddenly, Shang Qiyue squatted down in front of him. Mu Yan became even more frightened and instinctively tried to shrink into the corner, but there was nowhere left to retreat.
As the sweet smell in the air gradually faded, Shang Qiyue's consciousness experienced a momentary sliver of clarity.
As if in a hallucination, he smelled the familiar, warm aroma of freshly baked bread.
But Mu Yan shouldn't be here. My current state, neither human nor ghost, will frighten him.
Shang Qiyue reached out and touched the person in front of him's eyes, nose, and lips.
He seemed to freeze, doing nothing for almost half a minute, like a sailor mesmerized by the siren's song.
Half a minute later, he bent down and sniffed at Mu Yan's neck.
“…Yan Yan?” Shang Qiyue’s voice was hoarse, almost unlike his own.
Mu Yan then remembered that Shang Qiyue was sick and that he had come to help him treat his illness.
However, he no longer wants to help Shang Qiyue with his treatment.
Shang Qiyue should just die.
"I'm sorry," Shang Qiyue said softly, "Does it hurt a lot...? I'm sorry..."
As Shang Qiyue spoke, he slowly got up and gently pushed Mu Yan toward the cabin door, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "I don't know what's wrong with me... I'll find a way to make it up to you after we get out. Don't be afraid, I'll have someone pick you up right now."
Mu Yan leaned against the door, too pained to utter a single word.
It hurts a lot. It really hurts.
I hate you. I don't want your compensation, and I never want to see you again.
Just die, you might as well die. Besides, your family is so powerful and influential, they probably won't let you die at all.
He tried to stand up and run out of the hatch as soon as it opened, but his legs were so weak that he could barely stand. In the end, he could only slide back down against the wall.
The distance from the hatch to the bed wasn't far, but it took Shang Qiyue a long time, like an eternity, before he finally found the call bell after a lot of searching.
Mu Yan thought about his actions just now and his empty, unfocused eyes, and realized that he might have already gone blind.
Even under these circumstances, Mu Yan still worried about Shang Qiyue.
Is it temporary, or...?
bite--.
Shang Qiyue turned around with difficulty in Mu Yan's direction and gave him a comforting smile, just like usual.
But Mu Yan wasn't in that direction.
Perhaps the soundproofing was too good, because after the call bell rang, there was still no movement outside the door.
A hint of confusion appeared in Shang Qiyue's empty eyes. He was somewhat at a loss and pressed the bell several more times.
Outside the door, all was still deathly silent.
Mu Yan suddenly understood something.
No one will come.
No matter how long you wait, no one will come.
From the moment he was shoved into the hatch, no one was going to let him go.
Mu Yan leaned against the wall and struggled to stand up. She closed her eyes and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
He still had no strength left. Standing up seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he quickly fell down again.
"The patient's condition is stable," the doctor in the observation room said calmly, like a machine issuing instructions. "We can stop administering the sedatives now."
"Should we switch to a different omega pheromone? The patient may simply have a low tolerance for that particular omega pheromone."
The attending physician shook his head: "No need for now. Continue to monitor the patient's vital signs. Don't let it backfire."
Shang Qiyue felt his briefly clear consciousness begin to blur again, and he started to become inexplicably agitated, as if an unnamed fire was burning inside him.
Is this how other alphas are during their vulnerable periods? They become like wild animals. Then being a normal person isn't so great.
Is it because his illness hasn't gotten better yet...? Why is he here? Where is this? Mu Yan is coming back tomorrow; I should be going home now.
Is it nighttime? I can't see anything.
He stumbled and tried to leave, but then he caught a whiff of blood in the air—the scent of Mu Yan.
He remembered.
They locked themselves and Mu Yan here, intending to make them mate and mark each other like wild animals.
But Mu Yan was crying; Mu Yan didn't want to.
Shang Qiyue didn't want to force him, so he rang the call bell, but no one came to open the door.
"Open the door!" Shang Qiyue slammed his fist on the hatch, trying to call them over. "Who the hell allowed you to do this?!"
"Open the door for me!"
If no one comes soon... it will be too late.
When Shang Qiyue pounded on the door, he didn't hold back at all. His hand had started bleeding without him even realizing it, and bright red blood flowed down the edge of the door, dripping onto Mu Yan's face.
His breathing became increasingly heavy, like a trapped beast struggling in a cage where the oxygen was dwindling.
“…Don’t do this.” Mu Yan suddenly whispered.
His voice was hoarse and faint, almost drowned out by suppressed sobs.
He slowly and unsteadily got up, walked step by step to Shang Qiyue's side, and reached out to grab his wrist.
“Aren’t you… almost at your limit…?” Mu Yan said, “Then hurry up… hurry up and mark me.”
"Hurry up and mark me, let's finish this quickly."
Mu Yan's skin was much cooler than Shang Qi's, both cool and delicate, like it was made of white porcelain.
Shang Qiyue felt burning hot all over, but subconsciously wanted to touch more.
“I’m sorry,” Shang Qiyue said.
Mu Yan's tears fell.
He wanted apologies from many people: Shang Qiyue's father who verbally abused him outside, the bodyguard who drugged him behind his back even after he had agreed to help, and the staff who refused to open the cabin door.
But he never blamed Shang Qiyue... He might have blamed him just now, but now, he doesn't want Shang Qiyue to apologize.
Shang Qiyue was just sick, but he was also feeling very unwell.
“They are the ones who wronged me… It’s not you, not including you. You did nothing wrong,” Mu Yan said softly. “I don’t blame you.”
Actually... it's not really anyone else's fault. Mu Yan knew they were just following orders from Shang Qiyue's father. They might just be doing their jobs for money, or they might just be trying to keep their jobs.
"I also want to cure your illness."
I want you to be healthy, safe, and live a good life, just like any other ordinary person, without illness or disaster.
Once you recover, we'll be even.
I'm about to have my new life.
Mu Yan brushed aside Shang Qiyue's temples, which were almost soaked with cold sweat, and pressed his forehead against it.
Shang Qiyue's forehead was as hot as his hand; the moment Mu Yan touched it, it felt like he was about to be burned.
Mu Yan didn't know how high the fever was.
The physiological functions of a top-tier alpha are truly terrifying. If Mu Yan himself had burned like that, he would have already passed out.
“They gave me some kind of injection,” Mu Yan said. “I’m too weak to stand up. Help me to bed.”
Shang Qiyue's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked at Mu Yan with his eyes, which had been temporarily blinded by the fever, or rather, he was just looking in Mu Yan's direction.
"Shang Qiyue," Mu Yan said in a trembling voice, "please, while you're still... I don't want to be pinned to the ground like you did just now... like a dog."
Shang Qiyue lifted him up like a child, supporting his legs, and carried him to the bed. As if making a sacrifice, Mu Yan unbuttoned his shirt with trembling hands.
Apart from the sound of each other's heartbeats, the cabin was deathly silent.
Just get through this.
If you can get through this, it will all be over.
The time Mu Yan had to prepare was shorter than he had imagined.
In the short two months that he had known Shang Qiyue, although Shang Qiyue had all sorts of quirks that he couldn't understand, he was never stingy with foreplay and gentleness, and he never... ever made Mu Yan suffer like this.
Tears rolled into the pillow, and my body felt like it had been split in two.
Shang Qiyue's body was burning hot, and the places where their skin touched felt like being burned by fire to Mu Yan.
Those were a few very difficult hours.
The world seemed to have distorted. Mu Yan watched as the chandelier above his head suddenly split into two, and then seemed to sway precariously, about to fall.
Shang Qiyue became very unfamiliar, unlike himself, more like a wild beast pursuing its instincts.
But Shang Qiyue knew his body too well; they had been in the bathtub, in the entryway, on the sofa, and in Shang Qiyue's office.
Even in such a dazed state, Shang Qiyue was able to rely on his body's instincts to make him feel good, repeatedly bringing him to the peak.
It made him feel like he was hanging high in the air, and his heart felt like it was jumping out of his throat.
Mu Yan lost count of how many times he had been there.
Shang Qiyue gave him no chance to rest. He was suspended in the air every moment, and whenever he heard Shang Qiyue's heavy breathing behind him, he knew he was about to climax.
His body was repeatedly forced to arch, bumped and pushed down, his consciousness fluctuating between pleasure and despair. Physiological tears flowed incessantly, not from pain, but simply from pleasure.
He would rather Shang Qiyue be a little rougher, make him feel more pain, preferably so much pain that he completely faints.
So when Shang Qiyue bit through the back of his neck, he felt a sense of relief amidst the pain, as if he was finally about to be free.
But it was far more painful than he had imagined.
It wasn't just the pain of having his skin torn open; he wasn't an omega, and the glands on the back of his neck, which had long since atrophied, couldn't transmit any information. When his neck was bitten, his biological instincts made him feel as if he were on the verge of death.
Warm blood flowed down his neck, gushing out in large gulps.
The moment the pheromones were finally injected, Mu Yan's heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to explode. He could almost hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to burst through his bones.
He felt something tearing at his body, drilling up his spine, making him almost want to grab anything on the ground and stab it into his chest—
If I die, I probably won't feel so bad anymore.
But it's not over yet.
Shang Qiyue formed a knot inside him.
It was an extreme, dull pain, as if the narrow reproductive cavity was being forcibly torn open. Mu Yan instinctively struggled, but as soon as he crawled forward even a little, Shang Qiyue would grab him by the waist and pull him back.
He tilted his head back, like a swan about to commit suicide, his eyes aching from crying, as if he had cried all his tears away.
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