Chapter 46 I’m Afraid I’ll Lose Control

Chapter 46: I'm Afraid I'll Lose Control

Chen Su's thin lips twitched slightly, "..."

Zhao Jinzong pressed his large hand on the car door switch, his other arm around Chen Su's waist to help him fasten his belt. This motion was not at all like a negotiation but more like a threat.

Zhao Jinzong, in his autocratic way, insisted on going upstairs to sit and talk.

Chen Su tightened his belt and got out of the car. The Enigma, one foot on a leather glove, followed closely behind.

The front desk staff immediately came up to greet Zhao Jinzong upon seeing the silver tassel that symbolized his status, as he stood dressed in formal attire with one hand in his pocket. Smiling, they said, "Hello, may I help you with check-in?"

Zhao Jinzong spoke sparingly, "Mm."

"Do you have a reservation?"

"No."

"Alright, please show me your ID card." The staff looked at Chen Su, "Just one room?"

Chen Su nodded, but he hadn't brought his ID card. Fortunately, they could check in using the card number and facial recognition here.

The staff handed the ID card and room card to Zhao Jinzong. They noticed the water-stained hem of his jacket and reminded him, "Sir, your jacket is dirty. Our hotel offers dry cleaning service, and it can be returned by tomorrow morning."

Chen Su: "............"

Zhao Jinzong took the cards, "No need."

After completing the check-in, they took the elevator upstairs. Chen Su held onto the cold elevator wall with one hand, feeling unsteady—this is what happens when his skin hunger acts up.

Zhao Jinzong held out the room card in front of Chen Su, "Take it."

"Mm." Chen Su held the card between his fingers.

The next second, the Enigma effortlessly lifted him up. When the elevator reached the top floor, he strode out with long legs. At the door, Zhao Jinzong put Chen Su down, pressed against his back, took the card from his hand, and opened the door.

"Beep beep——"

The door opened.

Zhao Jinzong didn't rush inside; he didn't even close the door. With one arm around Chen Su and the other hand on the door handle, he pressed him against the entryway and kissed him. Chen Su didn't react in time, letting the Enigma ravage him. When he realized what was happening, he turned his face away slightly, evading, breathing very rapidly.

Zhao Jinzong used his large hand to close the door, then turned Chen Su around so that his chest pressed against the entryway console table, his back against Zhao Jinzong's front. Chen Su could maintain his balance without falling, but he had no way to escape.

Zhao Jinzong released the hand around his waist, pinched Chen Su's chin, and kissed him bit by bit. The more he kissed, the less rational Chen Su became. He reached out frantically on the shelf, searching for something, but didn't find it, his heart sank.

If it wasn't there, he would be marked by Zhao Jinzong.

His body could no longer tolerate another removing of the mark.

Chen Su pressed his hand against Zhao Jinzong's chest, "Stop for a moment... Let's change places."

Zhao Jinzong stopped, looking toward the suite—he was letting Chen Su choose a place he liked.

Chen Su chose the sofa, where there was a condom.

To pacify Zhao Jinzong, he allowed the blade to press against his neck.

Zhao Jinzong stroked the back of Chen Su's head, adjusted their position, and called him a good boy.

Chen Su gave it his all for Zhao Jinzong, from the sofa to the bed, not resting until it was almost dawn. He was exhausted but not at all sleepy, with something on his mind.

Tan Zhou's (the former) words were like a knife pressed against his neck, cutting open Chen Su's heart, making it bleed.

He couldn't sleep.

He didn't know why Zhao Jinzong's gland was damaged, what kind of pain he had endured, or whether he had accepted Wen Yan's pheromone soothing...

Chen Su moved slightly, resting his chin against Zhao Jinzong's neck, and closed his eyes.

Zhao Jinzong ran his large hand through Chen Su's hair, twirling a strand of hair, "Can't sleep, huh?"

"Almost."

"Chen Su." Zhao Jinzong called him, "You're the one who doesn't want to be with me."

Zhao Jinzong never had anyone else from start to finish.

Chen Su was the only option.

Chen Su was the one who refused to let go of his ex, harbored resentment, didn't accept Zhao Jinzong's kindness, didn't give him a status, and was irresponsible.

It was Chen Su who treated the exalted, noble Enigma like a servant, calling and dismissing him at will.

"I don't have time..."

"I'll wait until you have time."

"I can't give you a specific timeline; it might be a long time."

"It's okay."

Zhao Jinzong's words were calm and reliable.

Chen Su was silent for a long time before finally asking, "Your gland... what happened?"

Zhao Jinzong said flatly, "The mark came back."

"............ Why didn't you... come to me?"

"Chen Su, I'm afraid I'll lose control."

"..."

"I'd lose you for good if I marked you." Zhao Jinzong stroked Chen Su's shoulder, pulling him even closer. "Didn't you say you needed space?"

"..........."

Zhao Jinzong always remembered every rejection so clearly.

Remembering too clearly must hurt, doesn't it?

Chen Su's eyes welled up, his voice shook, "So how did you manage these past few days?"

"I got the mark removed."

"............"

"Did you get surgery to wash off the mark?"

"Mm, it didn't hurt. It's fine," Zhao Jinzong said dismissively.

"Let me see." Chen Su wanted to look, but the moment he raised his hand, his wrist was seized. Zhao Jinzong's grip was strong, and without allowing resistance, he put Chen Su's hand back under the blanket, forbidding him from looking.

Chen Su gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, each word deliberate: "Did you inject the agent?"

"Zhao Jinzong!" Chen Su was furious. "This severely damages the gland! Gland damage is permanent!"

He rarely ever got this angry. In Chen Su's entire life, even when he was threatened into marriage by Sheng Beiqing, belittled, and oppressed, he had never been this enraged. His usual rationality and composure were completely gone.

Chen Su knew better than anyone how painful it was to inject three doses of mark-clearing medicine into the gland. It felt like blood was burning and bones were being gnawed by thousands of ants. That pain could knock someone unconscious, and that was just the immediate agony—there was also the lasting pain.

Every time during the susceptible period, the gland aches, and he even coughs up blood...

Zhao Jinzong's face darkened. "So?"

So Chen Su can just casually wash off the mark without consulting him? So Chen Su's gland could be damaged? Chen Su could endure that pain, but Zhao Jinzong couldn't?

Chen Su's anger died instantly under the questioning: "..."

After a long moment, Chen Su let out a quiet sigh. "You're different. You were marked by me by accident. I didn't want you to suffer this."

Chen Su looked up at Zhao Jinzong's neck, then bowed his head in concession. "It's my fault. Let me see."

Zhao Jinzong still gripped Chen Su's wrist, his eyes sharp. "Chen Su, you can only see if you're with me."

"..."

"You don't take responsibility for a suitor's emotions or body." Zhao Jinzong paused. "Chen Su, that's how you've always been."