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Realizing he had essentially been toyed with by the other party, Ernest harbored a tinge of mild frustration. So, was the youngster trying to gauge whether he would get jealous?

With that thought, the Marshal narrowed his eyes, adopting a faux fierce tone: "You cunning little devil! Batgrass is a rare commodity, and I won't allow you to request it for another man! However, I might consider granting you one if you offer yourself in exchange!"

"So, uncle, you mean to say that I should exchange myself for this batgrass?" Ying Zhao exaggeratedly feigned a shocked expression. Then, pouting seemingly aggrieved, he moved closer and bit down hard on Ernest's chin.

While biting, he grumbled indignantly: "You villain! Daring to suggest I trade myself for batgrass! I'll bite you to death!"

But by this point, Ernest couldn't hear what Ying Zhao was saying, his entire focus absorbed by the warmth on his chin.

The pain meant nothing to him; instead, it was the touch of the youth's lips on his skin that he found utterly irresistible, sending his heart into a frantic flurry.

Ernest swiftly enveloped Ying Zhao in his arms, leaning down to passionately plant a fervent kiss upon the other's lips, engaging in a profound embrace.

After a long while, he lifted his head. Seeing Ying Zhao's eyes brimming with tears and his accusing yet aggrieved expression, a trace of amusement appeared in Ernest's eyes.

Leaning in to whisper in Ying Zhao's ear, he softly said: "If you don't want to be devoured, don't tempt me. You know, when it comes to you, I've never been able to resist."

Upon hearing the teasing words from her beloved, Ying Zhao shot him a sharp glare. As she saw him leaning in for another kiss, she swiftly sidestepped and cleared her throat in mock seriousness, saying, "Come on, let's get going!"

Only then did the man, always looking for opportunities to take advantage, reluctantly let her go. Catching a fleeting look of disappointment on Ernest's face, a hint of amusement passed Ying Zhao's eyes.

It often seemed that perhaps it's the inherent dominance and assertiveness of Alphas, especially when combined with intense possessiveness and jealousy, that created a powerful dynamic.

The two of them took a walk in the campus under the veil of night. Ying Zhao was well-covered by Ernest, ensuring no one could recognize them. Besides, at this hour, there were hardly any students on the paths.

It has to be said, the Imperial College has done a commendable job with its greenery and environment. The campus boasts numerous trees and even a sizable artificial lake.

Ernest confidently held Ying Zhao's hand as they walked, his mood brighter than ever. Ever since he reached adulthood and fully matured as an Alpha, his pheromones became overpowering, once causing quite a commotion in the palace.

As he grew older, his father's attitude towards him worsened. Ernest didn't care much, but to avoid trouble from his overwhelming pheromones, he seldom enjoyed the outdoors.

He never imagined that such a simple activity as walking would become so precious to him.

Now, he can once again venture outside, breathe freely, all thanks to the young companion by his side. The young man had given him this newfound freedom.

The youth was undeniably wonderful, exceptional, and considerate. Ernest felt content, knowing the one he loved reciprocated his feelings. Even if the young one doesn't always voice it, Ernest could feel it, especially during their intimate moments.

Sometimes, there would even be subtle responses from his partner, which uplifted Ernest's spirits. Nothing could be more fulfilling than mutual love.

They continued their walk until late, and only when Ying Zhao started feeling tired did Ernest escort her to the front of her dormitory.

Seeing Ernest's eager expression, hinting at a desire to join her inside, Ying Zhao quickly intervened.

If news broke out that the Marshal of the Empire was seen leaving her dormitory, it would be the talk of the entire planet.

Left with no choice, Ying Zhao allowed herself to be pinned against the wall for a series of kisses. Only when her lips were sore did she manage to shoo the insistent man away.

As she relaxed on her bed, she sighed contentedly. Confirming their relationship brought her great joy. She thought, maybe Ernest wasn't as hard to deal with as she believed. Persuasion does work sometimes, she mused, drifting off to sleep.

Yet, during the next day's physical training, Ying Zhao realized just how naive she had been the previous night.

Only last night she believed that her man wasn't that overbearing, but now, faced with the present scenario, she'd like to tell her past self: "How foolish!"

To her astonishment, their usual instructor for the day's physical training was replaced. Seeing Abner standing next to the Marshal left her stunned.

Clearly, the protagonist couldn't fathom why the highest-ranking officer from the military would suddenly appear at Imperial College, especially with the whimsical idea of conducting a physical training session.

Moreover, wasn't it rumored that the Marshal's pheromones were problematic? That no Omega could approach him within a ten-meter radius? Why did he seem so normal now?

Could it be that the Marshal found a way to suppress his pheromones, and his appearance was a way of signaling this?

Though Abner was surprised, he felt more excitement than shock. Even as a Lieutenant, meeting the Marshal was a distant dream.

Earlier, Abner had discreetly inquired Bella about the Bat Grass. Yet Bella, unfamiliar with the herb, naively asked her family about it.

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