Chapter 317: The Twenty-fifth Day in the ABO World

Chapter 317: The 25th Day in the ABO World

The snow outside the window had, at some point, transformed from fine flakes into heavy, swirling snow, leaving nothing but pure white as far as the eye could see.

The room was warm with ample heating, a stark contrast to the frozen world outside.

Wei Yang still held An Yi's hand tightly, the two standing side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, as if they had become part of the snowy scene.

The warmth where their palms met, the crisp, pleasant scent emanating from An Yi, and the dreamlike, silent snowfall outside stirred something restless inside Wei Yang.

Wei Yang's heart raced. The moment when An Yi had blown the snowflake away earlier made him ache with longing. Now, pressed close to the one he adored, watching the romantic snowscape outside, he felt his chest fill with a scorching emotion that threatened to overflow.

He turned his head, gazing at An Yi with an intense, burning look.

An Yi seemed to sense it as well, slowly turning his head.

His eyes, illuminated by the warm indoor light and the glow of the snow outside, appeared deeper than usual—like a deep sea with hidden currents, calm on the surface but churning below.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Wei Yang quietly, then reached out and gently scratched under Wei Yang's chin.

Wei Yang couldn't hold back anymore. He lowered his head and planted a deep kiss onto An Yi's lips.

An Yi felt the pressure of the kiss, parted his lips, and accepted it.

Wei Yang's muscles tensed instantly, and the kiss deepened, becoming more intense and lingering.

Wei Yang's arms wrapped around An Yi's waist, pulling him closer. An Yi closed his eyes and tugged at Wei Yang's hair.

Lost in the haze of passion, they had somehow moved from the window to the bedroom, their clothes scattered one by one across the carpet, like the snowflakes falling outside.

Skin met skin, their body heat blending.

Wei Yang's movements became eager and somewhat clumsy, but with An Yi guiding him, he gradually found a rhythm.

He kissed An Yi's brows, nose, and cheeks with reverence, and finally lingered on the elegant curve of his collarbone, leaving a trail of damp, delicate marks.

An Yi lay on his back, his breathing faster than usual, his fair skin flushed with a light pink—like fine white jade brushed with rouge, his beauty becoming more vivid and alluring in the throes of passion.

He squinted slightly, savoring the intimacy and pleasure from the man above him.

Driven by instinct, Wei Yang buried his face in An Yi's neck, inhaling that crisp, unique scent, when a wave of discontent surged inside him.

He couldn't smell the pheromones—not even a hint!

What kind of rose scent even was it?!

He lifted An Yi's upper body and lingered at the back of his neck.

He stared at the gland on An Yi's nape—the mark of an Alpha's secondary sex characteristic—and his gaze darkened.

Then, he lowered his head...

An Alpha's gland wasn't as sensitive or fragile as an Omega's, nor could it be marked, but it was still an extremely private and symbolic part of an Alpha's body.

The moment Wei Yang's breath touched that spot, An Yi's body tensed for a moment, and a suppressed, slightly pained and surprised grunt slipped out from his throat:

"En..........."

That sound instantly jolted Wei Yang, who had been lost in his possessive haze, back to his senses.

He looked up, saw An Yi's slightly furrowed brow, realized what he had done, and felt a wave of regret.

"Brother! I'm sorry..." He quickly let go, at a loss for what to do as he looked at An Yi's gland: "Does it hurt?"

An Yi opened his eyes, meeting Wei Yang's guilt-filled gaze.

The faint sensation quickly subsided...

He narrowed his eyes, and with a sudden, deft movement, flipped their positions, pinning the still-panicking Wei Yang beneath him.

Their positions were instantly reversed.

An Yi looked down at Wei Yang, who lay in the soft bedding, his eyes dazed yet mixed with a hint of awe.

Wei Yang said, "Brother..."

An Yi raised his hand, giving Wei Yang's soft head a light smack, then grabbed his hair and tilted his head up.

Then, before Wei Yang could fully process the gesture, An Yi lowered his head, leaning close to his throat as it bobbed.

An Yi parted his lips, his warm breath washing over Wei Yang's neck, sending a shiver through him.

Then, with a bit of pressure, he used his teeth to gently—bite—Wei Yang's Adam's apple.

Wei Yang's entire body went rigid.

He let out a few gasps through his nose.

He instinctively tilted his head back, exposing more of his vulnerable neck, his Adam's apple rolling painfully between An Yi's teeth, muffled groans slipping out.

An Yi felt the heat of the skin beneath his teeth and the throbbing pulse, holding for a few seconds before slowly letting go.

He looked at Wei Yang's instantly flushed cheeks and those puppy-dog eyes, now misted with stimulation, looking even more innocent and pitiful, and a faint, teasing smile curled at the corner of his lips. His voice was lazy and slightly hoarse:

"We're even now."

Wei Yang stared straight at him, then started to squirm.

An Yi gave him a light smack, narrowing his eyes.

He exhaled slowly.

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The heavy curtains were drawn tightly shut, blocking out the wind, snow, and light outside. Only a warm, dim wall lamp by the headboard cast a soft glow, outlining the silhouettes of two embracing figures.

Wei Yang pressed close to An Yi, his arm wrapped possessively around An Yi's waist, his cheek buried in the curve of his neck, breathing in An Yi's crisp, pleasant scent.

He felt as if he were floating on cloud nine, utterly content.

"Brother..." he said hoarsely: "Tonight... I don't want to go back, okay? I want to stay here."

He lifted his head, his eyes full of hope, afraid of being refused.

An Yi lay on his side, his long lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks, a trace of lingering flush at the corners of his eyes. He turned over in Wei Yang's arms and murmured in response: "Mm."

Wei Yang happily nuzzled closer to An Yi.

An Yi furrowed his brow, patting his arm: "Don't hold so tight."

"Oh..." Wei Yang loosened his hold a bit.

The room fell silent, only the sound of their intertwined breathing.

An Yi closed his eyes, his senses quietly reaching out, penetrating the thick walls and curtains, picking up on changes outside.

The humidity in the air, the speed of the wind, the whisper of snowflakes falling...

He said, "The snow outside is getting heavier."

Wei Yang looked up curiously at the tightly drawn curtains: "Brother, how do you know?"

He couldn't see anything.

An Yi didn't open his eyes, only a barely-there smile tugging at his lips: "I can feel it."

Wei Yang let out an "oh" without a hint of doubt, instead marveling at how his brother could sense even that.

Whatever An Yi said, he believed without question.