Chapter 45 Inviting Me Up for a Visit?

Chapter 45: Wanna Invite Me Up?

When registering the experimental data, Chen Su's hands were trembling. The skin hunger had flared up, and he was drowning in lust.

Especially after that mark flared up again, Chen Su got hooked on the feeling. When the disorder struck, it became even more uncontrollable. He would even recall those fifteen wild days, that satisfied, lustful look on the Enigma's handsome face after he was sated...

These images flooded his mind, completely occupying Chen Su's thoughts.

After Chen Su finished recording the data and came out, his entire body felt weak. He braced himself on the table, and the lab report slipped, hitting the floor with a slap. He couldn't be bothered to pick it up. Instead, almost instinctively, against his better judgment, he looked at the Enigma, who sat upright, looking sharp and handsome.

Zhao Jinzong's legs were long, his shoulders broad and waist narrow, his face sculpted with a heroic, deep-set quality. He was in uniform, looking all stern and official.

Zhao Jinzong looked at the porridge on the table. "Have some food first."

The lid of the porridge was already off, steaming hot. Chen Su sat down to drink it, but after just two sips, his body grew more uncomfortable, desperate for touch and release.

He wanted to touch Zhao Jinzong.

But that felt no different from using him like a tool—too cruel.

Chen Su seriously thought about what to do next. Given how he felt, he couldn't drive himself home. The Drug Supervision Bureau was in a remote area, but a 24-hour store should still be open. If Zhao Jinzong wouldn't drive him home, he might be able to go there.

But that was a long shot.

Zhao Jinzong saw Chen Su stop eating. "Done eating?"

"Mm."

"I'll drive you back."

Zhao Jinzong stood up, grabbed the trench coat that Chen Su had left draped over the chair before entering the lab, and wrapped it around Chen Su. Without asking, he wrapped a large arm around Chen Su and steered him out, intent on taking him home.

Uncle Wen was waiting on the road outside the city research base. As soon as they stepped out, they could see him.

From a distance, Uncle Wen saw two figures. He stood by the car, bowing slightly, and opened the door for Chen Su.

Chen Su put one leg in, then turned back. "It's too late, and home is too far. Just drop me at a nearby hotel. Appreciate it."

"…?"

Uncle Wen tentatively looked at Zhao Jinzong for guidance.

Zhao Jinzong's face was cold. "Do what he says."

Once in the car, the privacy screen went down.

Chen Su slumped weakly against the seat, his whole body burning hot. He shrugged off his coat from his shoulders and handed it to Zhao Jinzong. "Thanks."

His movements in taking off the coat were too rough; two buttons popped off his shirt. Good thing the coat hid it, so it wasn't too revealing.

Zhao Jinzong took the coat and set it aside.

Chen Su frowned out the window. Every time his disorder flared up, his gland ached. He raised a hand to touch the back of his neck, trying to hold back. The Enigma caught the movement and let out pheromones to calm him.

The pheromones could effectively ease the pain in Chen Su's gland.

He loved Zhao Jinzong's scent.

Being with Zhao Jinzong didn't take much out of him.

Zhao Jinzong was very handsome.

Zhao Jinzong was very skilled.

Zhao Jinzong had a good physique.

Zhao Jinzong had long fingers…

Countless thoughts surged up all at once, weighing on Chen Su, making his chest heave, unable to breathe.

Zhao Jinzong reached out and wiped the sweat from Chen Su's neck. "You hot?"

Chen Su should've pulled back and said no, but he couldn't.

Zhao Jinzong's hands were cool and nice. Chen Su's throat felt as if something was stuck, and he let him unbutton his shirt, wiping the sweat on his skin under the light.

Chen Su tilted his head back slightly. He couldn't hide the hunger in his eyes, so he just shut his eyes.

Zhao Jinzong raised an eyebrow. "Flaring up again?"

"…" Asking the obvious. Chen Su forced out a weak "Mm."

Zhao Jinzong's eyes darkened slightly. "Does this happen a lot?"

When Chen Su's disorder flared, he would take the initiative, give silent consent, cooperate, and even recklessly throw himself at someone. He would lean on his partner like a superior, make them tilt their head up to kiss him, and only retreat when he couldn't hold on any longer.

Such a Chen Su was too seductive.

Zhao Jinzong didn't want Chen Su to flare up often, especially not in his ex-husband's bed.

Chen Su didn't want to tell the truth, but he knew Zhao Jinzong's nature. If he didn't let the Enigma have his way, he wouldn't get what he wanted.

Chen Su answered honestly, "No."

Chen Su never allowed Sheng Beiqing to touch him—not even a single finger.

He had never flared up in front of Sheng Beiqing.

Zhao Jinzong's thumb rubbed against Chen Su's lips, making him taste them. "Does he know about your condition?"

"…He doesn't."

Sheng Beiqing didn't know about Chen Su's hidden ailment.

Zhao Jinzong gave a short laugh. With a large arm, he pulled Chen Su into his lap, holding him. He lowered his head, his breath spilling over Chen Su's neck, his lips kissing him repeatedly. "I often feel like you're playing with my feelings."

"…" Chen Su's heart raced. "No."

"You said you'd take responsibility for me, but you didn't."

"…" Aside from those last fifteen days, Zhao Jinzong's sensitive period had only involved holding Chen Su while he slept. It was Chen Su's disorder, Chen Su's heat, that made the Enigma lower himself and give so much.

From Zhao Jinzong's perspective, Chen Su was indeed a thoroughly bad alpha.

Zhao Jinzong continued listing Chen Su's crimes: "You never take the initiative unless you have to, and you often turn your back on me."

Chen Su was speechless.

"You're a habitual liar."

"...

Every single thing, Zhao Jinzong remembered clearly, intending to rehash old scores with Chen Su.

Chen Su bit Enigma's hand, not letting him bring up the past again: 'I know I messed up.'

Zhao Jinzong did not let Chen Su off: 'You'll do it again.'

"..."

'If you want my help, you have to pay a price.'

'...Mm.'

When the car drove to a nearby hotel, the roads were empty with few cars, but Uncle Wen drove very slowly, slowly enough for Zhao Jinzong to have his fun before they reached the destination.

"..."

The car stopped at the hotel entrance, the window facing the hotel lobby. Chen Su knew there were privacy-tinted windows, but still flushed and turned his head away, and said, 'We're at the hotel.'

Enigma held his hand resting on the window. 'Turn around.'

Chen Su turned back. Zhao Jinzong's handsome face was partly in shadow, pressing against his cheek, waiting for Chen Su to kiss him.

Chen Su looked at Zhao Jinzong's lips and initiated the kiss. The kiss was clearly meant to appease, deep and sincere.

Zhao Jinzong, still holding Chen Su's wrist, used that hand to remove his glove and toss it aside. Then a shiny leather shoe stomped on it—

It was Zhao Jinzong's shoe.

Zhao Jinzong's eyes held satisfaction, a smile curling at the corners of his lips, slightly red—the mark of intense kissing.

Chen Su coughed, broke free from Enigma's grip on his hand, and forcefully removed Zhao Jinzong's other hand that had been having its fun.

Zhao Jinzong's hands were too long, too much of an advantage.

Chen Su got out of the car quickly, knocking over a water bottle and wetting Enigma's clothes and cuffs. Zhao Jinzong hadn't brought a scarf today. Under Chen Su's gaze, he slowly took off his jacket and wiped his damp hand and shirt cuff.

The clothes symbolizing power and status were crumpled beyond recognition, ruined by Chen Su...

Zhao Jinzong lifted his eyelids and asked, 'Inviting me upstairs?'"