Chapter 100 What Are You Doing?

Chapter 100: What Are You Doing?

But this evasion triggered a certain someone's ulterior motive.

The moment Fang Ran turned away, he felt a surge of psychic energy radiating from his side—powerful and overwhelming, instantly giving him a sense of impending force.

Instinctively, he turned his head and saw the puppy completely enveloped in a cocoon of white light.

White light?

Fang Ran recalled the scene at the apartment that day, when the puppy stood outside the door, similarly wrapped in a sphere of energy, slowly transforming...

!!!

In a flash of insight, he realized what the Sentinel was trying to do.

Fang Ran stared at the energy enveloping the puppy, his brows involuntarily knitting.

That bastard Fu Zhangzhou!

What could he be thinking!

Zhong Wan and the others are still outside!

The figure within the white light was changing, the discernible human contours gradually emerging.

Fang Ran’s face flushed as he suddenly realized what he was staring at.

He quickly turned his back, feeling his ears grow hot.

He didn’t dare—nor did he know how—to interrupt the Sentinel’s metamorphosis. Instead, he looked around, trying to distract himself.

The bathroom was simply designed, with a semi-transparent frosted glass door separating the shower area from the vanity area.

Fang Ran glanced at the shower stall and, as if on autopilot, took a step toward it.

Hide in there.

It might not help much, but at least it would block out some of this charged atmosphere.

The shower stall took up only a third of the bathroom and was even more cramped than the outside area. Since Zhong Wan had just taken a shower, beads of water still glistened on the floor and walls.

Fang Ran nearly slipped. He reached out to steady himself against the wall, his heart hammering inexplicably.

He didn’t even know what he was hiding from.

Tonight was supposed to be a private talk with someone—how did it turn into such an awkward situation? He was still holding the towel from earlier, which had been draped over the puppy and now carried his scent. Its original sweetness had faded slightly.

No!

It wasn’t that the sweetness of the towel had faded—it was that the pheromones around him had intensified.

The small bathroom was now permeated with his essence.

The orange fragrance in the shower had become overwhelmingly sweet, mingling with the soft yellow light of the bathroom, heightening Fang Ran’s senses unbearably.

It was a clear signal.

Rivulets traced paths slowly down the walls, blending with his aroma and gathering into droplets of varying sizes before trickling to the floor.

Nothing in the world can resist the pull of gravity.

Just as once a crack opens in someone’s heart, that feeling called "fondness" begins to grow wildly in the shadows.

By the time you notice it, it has already taken root and flourished within you, unstoppable.

Fang Ran thought dazedly.

So he... truly, was genuinely falling for him.

Just then, a dazzling burst of light came from the other end of the bathroom. Fang Ran took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

On the other side of the frosted glass door, the Sentinel’s fully formed figure now stood.

"Fang Ran."

His voice was very soft, yet carried a low, resonant quality.

In that call, Fang Ran detected many emotions—restrained, suppressed—yet on the verge of bursting forth.

Fang Ran’s heart leaped twice in response.

Was Fu Zhangzhou also affected by his pheromones? But he wasn’t an Alpha...

This cocky, overbearing, and powerful Sentinel—if he were in his ABO world, he probably wouldn’t just be a top-tier Alpha. He might even be the kind of Enigma that makes people tremble...

Just then, the glass door beside him rattled.

Fang Ran jolted from his reverie and turned to see the frosted glass door being slowly pushed open.

The Sentinel crossed into the small space.

Water droplets still clung to his hair, and his eyes were dewy, as if even his eyelashes were glistening with moisture.

Fang Ran looked up at him.

The Sentinel’s eyelashes trembled slightly with each breath, making his amber eyes appear mesmerizing and enchanting.

So handsome, he thought to himself.

The two were extremely close. The Sentinel, already an imposing frame, almost filled the entire cramped space.

Amid the space saturated with orange scent, his scent now mingled as well.

A trace of bitterness now edged the sweet aroma.

Fang Ran was reminded of the slender vine coiled around the rose in Fu Zhangzhou’s Spiritual Sea—proof of his effect on the Sentinel.

I'm part of you, and you're part of me.

He couldn’t help but wonder: if time were reversed and this person had come to his world, what kind of scent would he emit?

Gentle? Seductive? Or fiercely aggressive?

"Fang Ran."

The person before him called softly again.

Fang Ran's heart gave a faint tremble in response.

He had been lost in thought again—even fantasizing about the sentinel as an Alpha.

He drew a deep breath.

Damn it.

Was he already beginning to crave it?

He lifted his gaze and saw the sentinel's lips curving slowly, the pale lips pressing together before parting gently: "Are you..."

"Like me?"

Like?

Was he?

Fang Ran’s mind felt as if it had been filled with boiling water, churning uncontrollably.

His face grew even redder.

He knew the answer, yet he didn’t want to say it.

He simply closed his eyes.

Suddenly, something brushed against his eyelids, then swept across his lashes—so light it tickled. Fang Ran couldn’t help but open his eyes, meeting the man's amused gaze.

They were so close their foreheads nearly touched.

The bathroom fell silent again.

Fu Zhangzhou grew anxious at receiving no reply.

He was like a patient hunter who had laid countless traps and set many snares—everything should have been foolproof, yet he suddenly felt afraid.

Fang Ran, do you like me?

He asked with his eyes.

The guide’s scent enveloped him like a carefully crafted mental intoxication.

He had been captivated from the very start, desperately hoping the person before him would also lose rationality.

Fang Ran had always lived too rationally—emotions required a bit of recklessness.

Fang Ran looked at him, still silent.

He raised his head and closed his eyes again.

But this time, his lips held a smile.

As expected, the man drew near abruptly.

It was like drifting on a dark sea, rising and falling with the waves—sometimes crashing against black reefs, sometimes brushing past lonely islands—until a crescent moon rose over the water, its light melting into every corner...

"What the hell?!"

A sudden voice shattered everything.

Zhong Wan appeared in the bathroom holding a white cat.

His eyes widened as he asked:

"What are you two doing? Didn’t you even hear me open the door?"