Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Su Xingze closed his eyes and accepted the injection of pheromones. Health class had taught him that the first few marks would hurt.

But after a long while, no pain came—instead, his gland felt itchy.

When Lu Xingwen bit down, he didn't use much force. He had changed his mind—he couldn't let this tempting-but-oblivious Omega off the hook so easily.

The bite morphed into a lick. First tracing wide circles, then gradually moving inward. When he passed over the center, Su Xingze couldn't help but flinch.

He tried to dodge, but there was no escape. He could only endure it, asking quietly: "Are you almost done?"

Lu Xingwen lifted his head slightly, the wet sounds continuing as he spoke seriously: "This is preparation to prevent pain before marking."

Su Xingze asked: "Is it like the foreplay before sex?"

Lu Xingwen laughed in exasperation and sucked hard: "Chen Chen, are you sure you want to describe it that way?"

Given the situation, and in such an awkward moment, that description really wasn't appropriate. He lightly slapped a hand over his own mouth: "I take it back. Continue."

Lu Xingwen felt like he had shot himself in the foot—he was the one who'd said he wanted to punish, but now he didn't know who was being punished.

The wound on his gland had become less terrifying over the past few days. What had started as a blackish-red gash was now a light pink, the split areas nearly healed, forming a raised caterpillar-like scar.

Lu Xingwen's saliva was laced with concentrated pheromone enzymes. The gland's ability to recover within days after marking depended on these enzymes.

So when the Alpha began licking the scar, Su Xingze grabbed his arm tightly.

It hurt a little, but he could bear it. How should he describe it?

It was a strange itch, like an electric current running through his entire body. Every part of him felt numb and tingly, yet he couldn't pinpoint exactly where. He only knew his gland felt strange—so strange that his mind kept going blank in waves.

Su Xingze's eyelashes trembled. A soft whimper slipped out, and he quickly covered his mouth, afraid of making any more embarrassing noises.

Lu Xingwen nearly lost it because of that sound. Fortunately, he'd injected the strong suppressant beforehand.

Chen Chen's gland was so beautiful—how could it be marred by such a vicious scar? He licked over it meticulously, again and again, trying to erase the scar completely.

"Hurry... hurry up and bite me." Su Xingze's legs went weak, and he leaned unsteadily against Lu Xingwen, biting his lip. If any more shameful sounds slipped out, he'd want to crawl into a hole.

Lu Xingwen slowly licked it wet again. Su Xingze couldn't hold it in any longer and let out an unbearably sweet moan: "Mmm..."

In that instant, they both froze. Su Xingze quickly covered his mouth, hid his face behind his arm, and ran out with his head down.

Lu Xingwen turned and went after him: "Chen Chen."

"I need some space!" Su Xingze said.

Lu Xingwen didn't try to force him to come back. He had gone too far just now—once he tasted the gland fluid, he couldn't stop. He had even maliciously licked it over and over, making it secrete more and sweeter fluid.

A trace of the sweet liquid lingered on his lips. Lu Xingwen licked it clean, watching the direction the Omega had gone.

When Su Xingze ran out, Dr. Zhao was still at the door, asking: "Mr. Su, how did it—"

Mr. Su rushed past like a gust of wind, not leaving a trace of dust behind.

Dr. Zhao: ???

Mr. Lu, who came out afterward, walked much slower. He seemed to be pondering some monumental problem, frowning in deep thought from time to time.

Dr. Zhao asked: "Mr. Lu, how did it go? Did it work?"

Mr. Lu was lost in thought, not even noticing Dr. Zhao speaking to him, and walked right past him as if he weren't there.

Dr. Zhao: ???

Money's hard to come by, and shit's hard to swallow.

These patients are truly impossible to handle!

*

Whenever Su Xingze felt nervous, he wanted to find an open space to ride his motorcycle, or a punching bag to vent his frustration.

But now, there was no motorcycle or punching bag. And even if there were, Dr. Zhao wouldn't allow it.

He returned to the ward, grabbed a bag of snacks, and ate while watching a pair of sparrows flirting outside the window, trying to calm his embarrassment and forget what had just happened.

The autumn plane tree leaves had turned half yellow, falling with each gust of wind. Two little sparrows were snuggling together in the branches, one grooming the other's feathers. Their tail feathers would occasionally flick up to adjust their balance.

When the one near the window groomed the other's neck, Su Xingze reached up and covered his gland.

He had been so nervous earlier that he hadn't noticed, but now he could feel his gland tingling and warm.

He ran into the bathroom, locked the door, took off his shirt in front of the mirror, and turned sideways to look.

There was a prominent blackish-red scar on his gland, looking somewhat frightening. But even more noticeable was the pink flush spreading across the skin around his gland. His earlobes and the back of his neck were already flushed light red.

What kind of skin was this? It turned red after just a few licks? Would it turn red if pressed too? So fragile.

Su Xingze wanted to touch it and test whether pressing it would turn it red. But considering his gland was injured, he gave up the idea, obediently put his clothes back on, and sat on the hospital bed.

Lu Xingwen had been standing at the door the whole time, watching everything in the ward. He still hadn't figured out what to say—what if Chen Chen didn't forgive him and never spoke to him again?

Dr. Zhao was running through the building. Acquaintances he passed all asked: "Dr. Zhao, where are you rushing off to?"

"Getting gland patches for the VIP ward on the top floor." Dr. Zhao said, out of breath. He really hadn't expected today's Alpha and Omega to be so quick—they'd vanished in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, they hadn't run off and knew to return to the ward. Dr. Zhao leaned against the wall and asked the Alpha at the door: "Why aren't you going in?"

Lu Xingwen looked down, deep in thought: "I made him mad."

Dr. Zhao: "..."

Here we go again! Has anyone thought about us single folks?!

Dr. Zhao forced a smile: "Go in. Whether it worked or not, he needs a gland patch. His gland hasn't recovered yet—to prevent infection, it needs to be properly protected."

"Okay." Lu Xingwen looked up, his gaze turning determined.

The next second, the Alpha kicked the door open.

The tall Alpha strode in, his whole demeanor changed. He firmly grabbed the Omega's arms and said with righteous conviction: "Chen Chen, for the sake of your gland recovering sooner, you can't avoid treatment."

Dr. Zhao didn't even want to call him out—what were you really thinking?! It was written all over your face!

The poor little Omega was being played left and right!

Su Xingze had finally been waiting for Lu Xingwen to come in. By now, he had completely forgotten the earlier embarrassment. Instead, he pulled down his collar and showed the Alpha like he'd discovered a new continent: "Xiaolu, the skin around my gland is so amazing! It turns red when touched, but nowhere else does. I just tested it! Hey, don't look at me like that—you're my best brother, that's why I'm showing you!"

Lu Xingwen looked down at it, feeling like his strong suppressant had been injected for nothing.

==========Author's Note:==========

Sorry, babes. I lost track of time and updated late.