Chapter 117 This Person Isn’t Telling the Truth

Chapter 117: He Wasn’t Telling the Truth at All

The Sentinel’s teeth bit deeper and deeper.

The pain in the back of his neck, the overwhelmingly dominant mental power, and the still-unsettled pheromones all surged and mingled within his bloodstream. The intense stimulation made Fang Ran tremble uncontrollably, barely able to stand.

It was hard to describe the sensation.

Fang Ran could only clench Fu Zhangzhou’s arm tightly, desperate not to cry out.

He felt as though every cell in his body was being dismantled and reassembled. His limbs were hot and numb, his entire being caught in a state of exhilaration, emptiness, pain, and pleasure, while the gland at the back of his neck throbbed with an unbearable ache.

Clearly, this was the effect of the pheromone shift, even if only temporary.

The Sentinel’s mental power coursed through his entire body, constantly assaulting his nerves, making it difficult for Fang Ran to control certain physical reactions.

It was strange.

This wasn’t unprecedented. When the two had experienced mental resonance before, the Sentinel’s mental power had entered his spiritual sea.

But this time was different.

The mental power had entered through his gland.

Time seemed to lose all meaning.

Fang Ran could feel his pheromone levels steadily dropping, the cloying sweet orange scent gradually returning to its usual freshness.

The temporary mark was complete.

Fu Zhangzhou wasn’t an Alpha, yet he had truly done it. Was the mental power of a 3S Sentinel really this overwhelming?

In his previous world, Fang Ran had only ever used medication and inhibitors to get through his heat. He had never imagined what it would feel like to be marked.

Physiology textbooks, educational classes, and even online videos had shared accounts of it, all describing it as a profound experience that could only be understood through personal sensation.

In fact, it wasn’t just physical; his mind was changing too.

Fu Zhangzhou’s presence seemed to fill him instantly, a heavy, overwhelming sensation, as if his world now contained only the Sentinel.

It was utterly bewildering.

Fang Ran also felt deeply conflicted.

He knew he had grown increasingly dependent on the Sentinel during this time, but now… his heart and mind were completely consumed by the person before him.

He took a deep breath.

He lowered his gaze to look at Fu Zhangzhou’s arm pressed against his shoulder—slender yet powerful, the veins on the back of his hand subtly bulging with the exertion.

Was this person… also nervous?

Suddenly, the pressure on the back of his neck eased as the Sentinel finally released his gland.

Fang Ran closed his eyes and let out a long, slow breath, a wave of exhaustion washing over him as his body began to sway forward.

The person in front of him moved instantly, and he found himself enveloped in a broad, sturdy embrace.

Fu Zhangzhou held him tightly against his chest, then lowered his head to whisper in his ear:

“Fang Ran, was what I did… right?”

The Sentinel’s voice carried an indescribable sense of satisfaction, and his eyes held a deep, knowing smile. He tightened his embrace around the Guide, carefully observing his reaction.

Fu Zhangzhou knew that what he had done today… was somewhat audacious.

If Fang Ran reacted strongly, it might jeopardize their nascent relationship.

But he had no regrets.

He had waited too long.

From the moment he learned Fang Ran’s secret, he had been waiting for this day.

That night, the Guide, already feverish and disoriented, had shakily reached out to him.

“Because I… am an Omega.”

“Omega.”

“What is an Omega?”

“On the back of the neck… the gland…”

“Fang Ran, what is the gland for?”

“The gland… is for marking.”

“Fu Zhangzhou…”

“Bite me.”

……

Fang Ran rested his forehead against Fu Zhangzhou’s shoulder, keeping his head bowed in silence.

The Sentinel’s gaze fell once again on the red, swollen spot at the back of his neck, marked with a faint trace of blood.

The teeth marks were exceptionally clear.

An immense sense of satisfaction welled up in Fu Zhangzhou’s heart once more.

That night, he had chosen not to proceed. Instead, he had carefully channeled his mental power through that small gland.

Fu Zhangzhou knew his mental power was unique, but he hadn’t been sure if it would work.

Yet, watching Fang Ran’s feverish body temperature gradually drop, he knew he had gambled correctly.

As for why he hadn’t done it that night—

It was because Fu Zhangzhou wanted to wait.

He wanted to wait until Fang Ran was in a clear-minded, willing state.

He wanted Fang Ran to remember this moment vividly.

Just now, when he had approached, Fang Ran hadn’t refused or pushed him away. The Sentinel knew he had waited long enough.

This person was his.

Almost instinctively, Fu Zhangzhou reached out again to touch that raised imprint of his teeth.

His touch was gentle.

But the man in his arms immediately flinched, and a faint blush spread across the back of his ears.

The Sentinel chuckled, “Fang Ran, why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Was I not good?”

Fang Ran shifted again, pushing against his chest with both hands as he straightened up.

This time, his heat wasn’t as severe as the last; the fever was already subsiding, and he was no longer disoriented. But because of his fair skin, a noticeable flush still colored his cheeks.

Fang Ran’s gaze lingered on Fu Zhangzhou’s face for a moment. He opened his mouth but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

His biggest secret was now known by this person.

Shock and confusion left him utterly bewildered.

He reached out, grabbed the beer placed on top of the refrigerator, tilted his head back, and chugged it all.

Fu Zhangzhou wanted to stop him but was too late. He could only say,

“Fang Ran, you still have a fever.”

Fang Ran glared at him, gripping the empty beer bottle tightly until it made a creaking sound.

Seeing his expression, the Sentinel immediately changed his tune.

“You can drink, you can drink. If you want to, I’ll drink with you.”

He bent down, opened the refrigerator, took out two cans of beer, and handed one to Fang Ran.

Fang Ran snatched it, pressed it against his still-warm face, turned around, and slowly walked back to the table.

Fu Zhangzhou followed right behind him.

The two sat down again and lapsed into silence for a while.

Fang Ran lowered his eyes slightly, mustering up the courage before asking, “Was it that night… that I told you?”

“Yes,” the Sentinel nodded.

“So, that time I was in heat… I had a fever, and you helped me?”

“That’s right.”

“What did I tell you?”

“Omega, glands, heat, and… suppressants.”

With each word Fu Zhangzhou spoke, Fang Ran’s heart pounded heavily.

He had practically laid all his cards on the table. Aside from the matter of time travel, this guy probably knew everything.

No wonder…

No wonder his last heat had passed so smoothly.

Even now, his pheromones had almost returned to a stable level.

Could Fu Zhangzhou’s mental power really have such a significant effect on him?

He instinctively reached out and touched the gland on the back of his neck.

It still felt sore and itchy.

The skin there was no longer smooth, marked with deep bite marks.

Hold on.

Fang Ran clearly remembered that when he woke up last time, the skin on the back of his neck was completely intact.

He lifted his gaze and looked at the person beside him.

“Fu Zhangzhou…”

This guy hadn’t told the truth at all.