Chapter 120 Won’t Let Go

Chapter 120: He Would Never Let Go

"Don't go."

The moment Fang Ran uttered these words, the scent of oranges surged, once again filling the space.

Fu Zhangzhou, who had been facing the door, froze at the sound of his voice.

The sentinel turned his head stiffly, inch by painstaking inch.

Fang Ran kept his head down, still clutching Fu Zhangzhou’s sleeve, his fingers clenched tight, though trembling slightly.

Though slender, he exercised regularly, his body covered with a thin, unexaggerated layer of muscle. The lines of his shoulders and neck, visible above his collar, were particularly well-defined and graceful.

It was a sight to behold.

Fu Zhangzhou held his breath, his eyes flickering with emotions that deepened with every passing moment.

"Fang Ran, what did you say?"

Fang Ran still kept his head bowed, not daring to meet his gaze.

His face was flushed an impossible shade of red, a blush of pink extending from his earlobes down to his neck. He looked like a ripe fruit, ready to burst.

"I told you to..." Fang Ran’s voice trembled slightly, wavering between speaking and holding back.

"Forget it." He suddenly snapped, a hint of pique in his tone. "If you didn't hear it, then forget it."

"Fu Zhangzhou, just go."

He finally released his grip on the sentinel's uniform.

God knew how agonizingly conflicted he had been just moments before.

The moment that almost-invitation had left his lips, he had hesitated.

Fang Ran didn't know if it was his Omega's instinctual dependence on his bonded sentinel, or if he simply didn't want the sentinel to leave.

Or perhaps he was using his Omega instincts as an excuse to voice the true desires of his heart.

Just as his hand was about to drop, it was caught by another, long, powerful hand that clasped his wrist.

Fu Zhangzhou looked at him.

The emotions in the sentinel’s eyes had been strained to their absolute limit, as if his mind clung to sanity by the thinnest of threads.

"Fang Ran." His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dangerously low and hoarse. "Say it again."

Fang Ran still didn’t dare to look at him, slowly turning his head away to gaze out the window.

He wanted to pull away from Fu Zhangzhou's hand.

The sentinel’s grip was overwhelmingly strong, and his hand was searingly hot.

So hot it made him dizzy, so hot it made his heart race. The sound of his heartbeat amplified in his mind, a relentless, booming drum.

Fang Ran instinctively moved his trapped wrist.

But the moment he stirred, the sentinel’s grip tightened further, agitating him even more.

"I said you should go."

"The part before that."

"......"

So he *had* heard.

That jerk, still asking! How dare he!

Hadn't he just thoughtfully offered to leave so Fang Ran could rest properly?

Now he refused to leave.

By now, the orange scent in the room had subtly grown richer again.

Fang Ran noticed it too—his pheromone levels seemed to have risen once more.

Hadn’t they... just stabilized?

Fang Ran took a deep breath, his free hand clutching the edge of the chair.

He truly despised his own contradictory thoughts.

Wanting it all, yet rejecting it all.

What did he truly want?

Fang Ran instinctively raised his head, finally meeting Fu Zhangzhou's gaze.

But after just one glance, he immediately lowered his head again.

His eyelids fluttered, his heart in utter turmoil.

The sentinel’s gaze was terrifyingly deep, with a faint hint of red seeping through.

It wasn’t the crimson of eyes on the verge of a rampage, but the subtle bloodshot hue of someone who had endured to the absolute extreme, a clear sign of emotions about to erupt.

If Fang Ran had only been conflicted before, now he felt a pang of regret.

Fu Zhangzhou’s expression unequivocally meant he wanted to...

He shouldn’t have provoked him.

This man had held back for so long; once he seized an opportunity, he would never let go.