Chapter 209

Chapter 209

This was an experience Bai Xingshu had never had before—utterly unlike last night. It felt as if the two of them had become one, every sense heightened and electrified.

Time blurred—it could’ve been minutes or hours. When their lips finally parted, Bai Xingshu stared at Shen Geng, still foggy-headed, for a few seconds before regaining some clarity.

Still in this posture, as if controlled by Shen Geng, Bai Xingshu looked into his eyes, which held a smoldering restraint.

Hmm, *restraint*.

The ghost of Shen Geng’s tongue still tingled in his mouth, making it hard for Bai Xingshu to take that word seriously—*restraint*.

He had meant to tease Shen Geng further, to ask if he hadn’t presented yet, but Shen Geng spoke first.

“Yes, I really want to,” Shen Geng said.

The out-of-nowhere reply left Bai Xingshu momentarily confused before he realized—oh, Shen Geng was answering the question he’d asked just before the kiss: *“Do you really want me to do this in the dorm?”*

Originally, Shen Geng had only wanted to express his feelings through action.

A kiss on the corner of the lips—steamy enough to push limits, yet not overly impolite.

Just like how Bai Xingshu always acted toward him.

But just as Shen Geng always indulged Bai Xingshu’s behavior, Bai Xingshu was just as permissive toward Shen Geng.

Shen Geng hadn’t intended to go so deep, but he felt Bai Xingshu yield.

Bai Xingshu. Yielding.

That combo? Impossible to resist.

At least, Shen Geng couldn’t hold back.

This seemingly endless indulgence made him want to push further.

He stopped only when he realized one hand was gripping Bai Xingshu’s shoulder while the other was about to hook under his thighs.

He was about to lift him.

He wanted… to press Bai Xingshu onto the bed.

The thought jolted him awake—

—Bai Xingshu hadn’t presented yet.

Forcing himself back to reason, Shen Geng recalled what he had originally meant to say—an honest answer for Bai Xingshu.

But even that wasn’t enough.

He wanted a real label, not just vague ambiguity.

“Xingshu, my family is old-money rich,” Shen Geng blurted, straining for seriousness.

“Hm?” Bai Xingshu bit back a smirk and played dumb with an innocent *“Hm?”* “What are you trying to say?”

Of course, he knew exactly what Shen Geng meant. But he couldn’t help continuing his little game, enjoying watching Shen Geng squirm.

He originally thought he enjoyed seeing Shen Geng’s indulgent demeanor toward him, but now, Shen Geng’s current state seemed just as intriguing.

As he mused, Bai Xingshu’s gaze inadvertently settled on Shen Geng’s lips.

The unfamiliar sensation from earlier had just faded, yet he found himself missing it already.

Bai Xingshu waited for Shen Geng’s words, already prepared with a response.

He watched as Shen Geng’s lips moved slightly, a slightly rough voice reaching his ears.

“Will you marry me?” Shen Geng said.

The words stopped Bai Xingshu in his tracks, who had been ready to say “Sure” and then kiss those lips.

Bai Xingshu had assumed Shen Geng would ask him to be his boyfriend.

Wasn’t this skipping a few steps?

He couldn’t help turning it over in his mind.

And it wasn’t just Bai Xingshu who froze—Shen Geng himself did too.

Only after hearing his own voice did Shen Geng realize he had just proposed.

No flowers, no ring, no witnesses, no grand ceremony.

Shen Geng, who always sought perfection in everything and adhered to every proper etiquette, had forgotten it all at this most crucial moment of his life.

He stood frozen for a long moment before he scrambled into action. “Wait, I’ll go get flowers, and a ring… right now—it won’t take long—”

He wanted to pull together the most extravagant proposal imaginable.

Bai Xingshu, watching Shen Geng look ready to bolt, let out a laugh. He reached out and grabbed Shen Geng before he could bolt out the door, leaving no room for hesitation as he completed the action he had intended earlier.

Though, considering Shen Geng’s current state, Bai Xingshu only gave him a fleeting kiss, quick as a dragonfly’s touch.

“Okay, I accept,” Bai Xingshu said, his arms looped around Shen Geng’s neck, his voice warm with laughter.

Shen Geng froze completely.

Seeing him stunned motionless, Bai Xingshu’s smile deepened. He leaned in again, mimicking Shen Geng’s earlier movements, teasing his lips apart.

Their tongues tangled, and slowly, Shen Geng snapped out of it.

Bai Xingshu was overwhelmed again, this time even more fiercely than before.

When he finally caught his breath, Bai Xingshu found himself pinned to the bed, Shen Geng showing no sign of stopping.

His lips trailed downward, dropping feather-light kisses along Bai Xingshu’s neck.

Softer than yesterday’s fevered intensity, yet only stoking his hunger.

*

*“Not going to bite?”* he asked, his tone taunting and inviting.

The spot burned with a slow, dizzying heat.

Not the scorching heat Shen Geng had warned of, but more like alcohol—each touch setting off sparks that sent a heady rush through his limbs.

It felt like half his strength had melted away.

The craving hit him hard.

His body still remembered last night—the sharp sting of his gland being bitten.

"No way..." Shen Geng sucked in a breath, fighting back his Alpha urge to claim.

Shen Geng pulled Bai Xingshu into his arms, calming his own reaction while explaining, "You’re not fully presented yet. My pheromones would overstimulate your gland."

"If your presentation kicks in too soon and you haven’t flushed my scent out first, it’ll feel awful."

That was basically the doctor’s warning during Shen Geng’s own presentation.

Betas aren’t always 100% neutral—they can carry traces of Alpha or Omega traits. Birth pheromone tests just guess your most likely presentation.

Like Shen Geng’s results: 75% Beta, 25% Alpha.

His system was packed with Alpha traits. If those flared during presentation, he’d be stuck with feverish pain.

—But actually turning out Alpha? That’s another story.

—Technically speaking, Alphas and Omegas should’ve completed their presentation by eighteen, not now.

Hell, his own Alpha traits had made presentation hell. Add another Alpha’s pheromones into the mix? Unbearable.

No way Shen Geng would drag Bai Xingshu into that kind of agony just to satisfy himself.

Bai Xingshu let out a slightly disappointed "Oh." He deflated a little.

Alright, another thing they hadn’t covered in class.

They stayed tangled up a little longer, neither realizing they were still on the bed.

New couples cling like glue—even if they haven’t gone all the way.

Two dinky study chairs weren’t gonna cut it.

Sitting side by side on the mattress, they naturally leaned into each other, tablets in hand—Bai Xingshu searching for more knowledge, Shen Geng scribbling review notes.

Quiet and cozy, like time had slowed down.

Night came, and they still hadn’t untangled.

When he woke, the weight of Bai Xingshu in his arms filled Shen Geng with boundless warmth.

That closeness smoothed out the jagged edges of his post-presentation nerves.

Like coming up for air.

Bai Xingshu, however, wasn’t as comfortable. Still half-dreaming, he fumbled to scratch the heat at the back of his neck.

It burned hotter now.

Like something under his skin was waking up.

Blinking groggily, Bai Xingshu swore the world looked sharper—like someone had dialed up the contrast.

He knew his body like the back of his hand—this wasn’t just in his head.

Bai Xingshu snapped to attention, immediately trying to figure out what caused this feeling.

The answer wasn’t too hard to find.

After all, Bai Xingshu was extremely familiar with his own supernatural ability.

When he realized his ability had suddenly been boosted significantly, Bai Xingshu felt momentarily bewildered.

How had his ability suddenly grown by half again its previous strength?