Chapter 119 Then Go Back

Chapter 119: Then Go Back

"Fu Zhangzhou, you shameless bastard!" He pointed at the Sentinel and cursed, "You've been plotting against me all along!"

"Mm." Fu Zhangzhou nodded, seemingly unwilling to argue.

Whatever his Guide said, he would accept it.

The beginning of this relationship was something he had forced into being.

If he hadn't been constantly scheming, Fang Ran would have long since escaped to some hidden corner.

He felt not an ounce of regret.

As long as this person could stay by his side, he would do anything...

The drunken Fang Ran hiccupped again, the flush on his face spreading from his ears all the way down to his neck. The T-shirt he wore was thin and soft, with a loose neckline, the suggestive pink hue extending downward...

The Sentinel's gaze deepened, nearly forgetting his humanity.

He knew he shouldn't provoke Fang Ran any further today, but all sorts of inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind.

The person he had longed for was right in front of him—who could resist acting on impulse? Now, just a tiny spark could ignite a prairie fire.

But Fu Zhangzhou had always been a patient hunter.

This moment wasn't the only chance.

He told himself.

Precious people and things were always worth the time.

He needed Fang Ran to willingly belong to him.

Under Fang Ran's gaze, the Sentinel slowly stood up.

"Fang Ran, you said you're tired earlier. I should head back to the dorm first."

"Rest well."

Fu Zhangzhou's voice was rough with emotion, but his eyes were sincere.

Fang Ran could hardly believe his ears. Was this guy playing some kind of strategic retreat?

He retorted petulantly, "Then just go back!"

"Okay." The Sentinel nodded and turned to walk toward the door.

Warring emotions tore at him. Part of him wanted this person to leave immediately, while another part wanted to cling to him, immersed in his scent.

His heart torn between ice and fire, his body reacted faster than his mind.

Fang Ran reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt.

Fu Zhangzhou was taken aback, turning back to look at him. The steps he'd just taken came to a halt.

Fang Ran himself was stunned.

This kind of attempt to keep him... was far too ambiguous, almost like hinting at something.

But as a newly marked Omega, he instinctively didn't want the Sentinel to leave.

He couldn't bring himself to meet Fu Zhangzhou’s gaze, keeping his head down, eyes lowered, and murmured:

"You... you stay..."

The Sentinel’s breath hitched. "I stay... and do what?"

Fang Ran, feeling extremely self-conscious under his stare, immediately became defiant.

"Who wants you to stay!"

"Oh?" The Sentinel smiled. "Then I’ll go?"

Though he said that, he didn’t move, because Fang Ran was clutching his shirt hem tightly, with no intention of letting go.

The two remained at a standoff for a moment, the sweet orange scent in the air growing thicker.

Fang Ran felt his emotions were in complete turmoil—reason told him to let this person leave, but his heart desperately wished for something to happen.

He looked down at the shirt hem he was holding.

Fu Zhangzhou had sweated a lot today; the uniform was crumpled and saturated with his scent.

"You stay... this piece of clothing."

Fu Zhangzhou didn’t understand what he meant and asked in return, "Should I grab you a fresh shirt from the wardrobe?"

"I want the one you’re wearing!"

Fang Ran couldn’t bear to look him in the eye at all, his face completely flushed, utterly unaware of what he was saying.

The Sentinel smiled, thinking Fang Ran like this really... drove him wild with affection.

"You want me to take off my clothes and go back like this?"

Fang Ran gritted his teeth in frustration, feeling like he was losing his mind, talking crazy, his voice growing softer and softer.

"Then go back..."

"And come back."

"......"

"Please don't go."