Chapter 116 He Hasn’t Experienced It in the ABO World

Chapter 116: He Had Never Experienced This Even in the ABO World

"Fu Zhangzhou!"

Fang Ran gritted his teeth as he spat out the name.

He had long understood the implications of this spiritual energy merging.

Aside from the first time, when he was utterly clueless, he had always been meticulously careful whenever he performed Purify on Fu Zhangzhou.

Only that one time at the beach villa, when a small rose petal accidentally landed on his palm, nearly triggering a heat response on the spot. Fortunately, he had managed to endure it.

Just now, the slender vine had quietly coiled around his ankle, and amidst his startled cry, it had once again merged with his spiritual energy.

Fang Ran felt himself growing hotter and hotter.

The cloying pheromones seemed to rage within his body, his chest feeling constricted, heavy, and suffocating, even the gland at the nape of his neck was no exception.

He stared at the man before him.

Had this heat been brought on prematurely by the Sentinel's spiritual energy?

Fu Zhangzhou also slowly opened his eyes under Fang Ran's gaze.

In his eyes, it was as if a flame had ignited, an unidentifiable emotion stirring restlessly.

"Fang Ran, do you really have a fever?"

It was only then that Fang Ran realized he was already soaked with sweat, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

He quickly took a deep breath, trying hard to regulate his breathing, but what filled his chest was the sweet pheromones.

No... mixed within these pheromones was the Sentinel's scent.

The two clashed and merged.

Fang Ran's gaze swept around the quiet room.

Within this small space, the mingled scents of him and the Sentinel had already filled the air.

Fang Ran felt his entire body burning, as if even his blood was boiling. His body temperature kept rising, accompanied by a tingling, prickling sensation slowly rising from the gland at the nape of his neck.

Was his heat... really coming?

The Sentinel rested his hand on Fang Ran's forehead again.

He said softly, "Fang Ran, you really are running a fever."

"Fu Zhangzhou!" Fang Ran breathed heavily, glaring fiercely at him.

This bastard!

The spiritual energy of a 3S-class Sentinel was as overbearing as a top-tier Alpha—no, even as domineering as an Enigma. Not to mention, his gland had originally been induced by this man's spiritual energy.

Fu Zhangzhou's palms were usually hot, but at this moment, as they rested on his forehead, Fang Ran actually felt a cool sensation.

This was... his body temperature was still rising.

At this moment, Fang Ran even felt an impulse to lift his head and press against the Sentinel's hand, but he suppressed the thought fiercely.

He stared at the Sentinel and asked:

"Fu Zhangzhou... why did you just..."

"Because you didn’t dare to come closer to me," the Sentinel smiled, his gaze deep and intense. "So naturally, I had to come to you."

"Fang Ran, I can help you. I know..."

Fang Ran didn’t want to hear him speak, so he abruptly slapped Fu Zhangzhou's hand away, suddenly stood up, and slowly walked to the small refrigerator in the room.

He needed something cold to suppress the fire burning within him.

Fang Ran was actually a little scared.

This wasn’t an ordinary fever; even taking fever medication would be useless. He still didn’t know how he had luckily gotten through his last heat.

Fu Zhangzhou... was full of deceit, always messing with him on ordinary days. Now, saying he knows his secret and that he could help him—it might all be lies...

How could he get him to leave?

But how would he explain things when Zhong Wan returned later?

Without suppressants, how long would he have to get through this...

His mind foggy, he randomly pulled out a cold beverage from the refrigerator.

As he opened the cap, a hiss of carbonation instantly escaped from the bottle.

Fang Ran tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.

Sweet with a hint of bitterness?

He looked closely and saw that what he held was actually a can of beer.

When had this been placed in the refrigerator?

"You shouldn’t drink beer when you have a fever."

Fu Zhangzhou had somehow moved beside him and taken the half-finished can of beer from his hand.

Fang Ran let out a burp.

His face was already flushed bright red.

Logically, beer wasn’t strong, and the effects shouldn’t affect him so quickly, but he was already starting to feel dizzy.

It was hard to describe the feeling now.

Fang Ran felt as if the fire inside him was endless, threatening to consume his entire body.

Despite such intense emotions and heat, an unexplainable emptiness washed over him.

It felt as if he was aching for something.

But what was he craving?

Was it this man beside him?

The Sentinel was very close, so close that Fang Ran could smell him.

Fu Zhangzhou also had his scent on him...

Fang Ran looked up at him and suddenly said petulantly:

"Fu Zhangzhou, didn't you say... you could help me?"

"Hmm," Fu Zhangzhou's voice was low.

It seemed the Sentinel had been waiting for his agreement all along. After placing the beer on top of the refrigerator, he rested a hand on Fang Ran's shoulder.

Fang Ran looked at him, puzzled.

Suddenly, Fu Zhangzhou raised his hand and slowly reached toward the back of Fang Ran's neck.

Fang Ran's eyes widened instantly, already guessing what was about to happen.

Without any warning, the Sentinel's fingers touched that small, raised gland.

It was the most sensitive spot for an Omega.

As the gland was rubbed by fingers with slight calluses, Fang Ran jolted as if electrocuted.

Fu Zhangzhou lowered his head and breathed into his ear:

"Fang Ran, this is the secret you told me."

The words hit him like an explosion in Fang Ran's ears, and his head spun instantly.

Fu Zhangzhou... he really... knew...

Had he really revealed everything that feverish night?

He rarely touched his own gland, and even when he felt extremely uncomfortable earlier, he couldn't bring himself to touch it.

Now, with Fu Zhangzhou touching it, the heat burning within him didn't ease but burned even more intensely.

He looked at the Sentinel blankly.

"Fu Zhangzhou, could you..."

"Shh~"

The Sentinel made a silencing gesture. "Just wait."

Wait?

Wait for what?

Fang Ran gaped at him blankly, his reactions slowed by the scorching heat inside him. He could only watch the Sentinel's movements in a daze.

Little did he know, that look...

Made the person before him flare with desire.

Fu Zhangzhou's gaze darkened, and he smiled at him, his Adam's apple bobbing. His other hand also pressed firmly on Fang Ran's shoulder.

The Sentinel slowly turned his head, very slowly angling toward the back of Fang Ran's neck.

A few seconds later, a searing pain shot from the back of his neck.

Fang Ran's mind went blank for a few seconds. Instinctively, he grabbed the Sentinel's arm, tears springing to his eyes.

Wasn't this... a temporary mark?

Had he even told Fu Zhangzhou about this?

That bastard!

He'd kept it buried so deep!

No wonder... no wonder that morning when he woke up after his fever broke, this man had been so pleased with himself.

He couldn't stop taking ragged, involuntary gasps.

Because the Sentinel was injecting psychic energy.

Into his gland...

An ineffable sensation spread throughout his entire body.

A temporary mark...

Fang Ran’s vision blurred as he thought, somewhat dazed.

These... he had never gone through this in the ABO world.

To think he’d let this man...

The sweet orange scent in the air instantly spiked before quickly receding.

Nothing was left but the Sentinel's scent.