"Once you wake up, you'll definitely regret being controlled by pheromones." Luan Yennan lowered his voice, struggling to suppress the fire within him.
Zuo Baixuan had no idea how alluring her slow, low breathing looked when she exhaled gently.
But seeing her like this, the fire in Luan Yenan's heart completely transformed into rage. It was no longer anger because his body was out of control, but sorrow for the person beneath him.
"Do you want to be marked? If you want to end this once and for all, you can use marking to end it all." Luan Yenan considered herself a qualified capitalist, at least never a philanthropist. When she was in the mood, she would only give Zuo Baixuan one last chance.
As she spoke, she revealed her canine teeth, which seemed eager to be used.
"No." Zuo Baixuan managed a weak protest.
He said one thing, but his hand climbed up Luan Yenan's waist and grabbed the fabric through the gap between his shirt and casual pants.
Immediately afterwards, a hot palm brushed across his delicate skin, and Luan Yenan's abdominal muscles tightened from the warmth.
Her gaze flickered, concealing a barely suppressed madness about to break free.
But just as she was on the verge of indulging, she saw tears sliding down Zuo Baixuan's cheeks and clicked her tongue again.
He grabbed Zuo Baixuan by the collar of her T-shirt and pulled her up.
Zuo Baixuan tightened her grip on Luan Yenan's waist and back.
My thoughts were a jumbled mess.
It felt like two little people were arguing inside my brain, which was being controlled by pheromones.
A man dressed in white knelt on the ground, his face filled with sorrow. All his previous efforts to be wary of Luan Yenan's every move had become a joke.
"The contract, the gamble, all hope—I destroyed it all with my own hands."
Another person, dressed in black, rubbed his fingers together with a smile, praising Luan Yenan's physique and his status as a top-tier Alpha. He was definitely getting a good deal.
"Perhaps Luan Yenan's other suggestion on Saturday night is good: let her be devoted to me. What need is there for a contract or a bet?"
The complex emotions had not yet had a chance to be fully released.
I felt the pain of a foreign object piercing my arm and shoulder at the same time.
She opened her eyes wide.
She looked at Luan Yenan, who was resting on her shoulder.
Luan Yenan was once again using that strange method to leave new bite marks on the wound on his shoulder that had not yet fully healed.
And in my arm, there was that familiar foreign sensation, the cool medicine calming the heat inside my body.
It's an inhibitor!
The little white figure stood up in surprise: "It's an inhibitor!"
The black figure watched in horror as its body slowly merged into the white figure: "She actually let the prey that was delivered right to her mouth escape? Is she impotent? What kind of mark is biting a shoulder?!"
I don't know how much time passed, but the heat in my body subsided, and my body temperature and the warmth of the person on my body merged into one.
Luan Yenan slowly stood up, his expression complex.
The two pheromones in the air were slowly expelled, leaving only the remnants of the blanket, filled with indescribable charm.
The expression on Zuo Baixuan's face faded, but she was still blushing deeply. She looked at Luan Yenan, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say thank you but felt it would sound strange to say it out loud.
Luan Yenan's hair fell down, landing on Zuo Baixuan's tattered T-shirt, and hidden in the half-suspended shirt was a secret that Zuo Baixuan dared not look into.
"I'm sorry..." Zuo Baixuan turned her head and finally chose these four words as her starting point.
Luan Yenan smacked his lips: "There's no need for an apology. I'm not one to suffer a loss, and I've already asked for the interest. But if there's a next time, I'll have to think carefully and get some of the principal back."
After saying that, he glanced at his disheveled shirt.
The fact that the loose shirt could be pushed up to her waist and abdomen shows how much Zuo Baixuan took advantage of the chaos earlier.
Luan Yenan didn't believe that the blame for undressing could be entirely placed on pheromone interference.
Zuo Baixuan was too ashamed to look at Luan Yenan, and stiffened her neck, not daring to turn back.
Lying in the corner by the door, I looked down at the foot of the bed and the open wardrobe.
This perspective feels so strange.
Are you still going to tidy up the wardrobe?
Luan Yenan shook his head, looking listless and having lost all interest in joking. He seemed quite tired and lethargic.
"Could you help me pick out an outfit suitable for school? I still need to check what finishing touches I have left in the study."
Zuo Baixuan pursed her lips, and after a long while, she managed to utter a single "okay" from her throat.
Luan Yenan lifted the covers.
Zuo Baixuan was left alone to sort out her thoughts amidst the swirling pheromone currents.
She lay motionless on the ground for a while. Noticing a slight chill on her chest and seeing that her clothes were torn and looked like she had been subjected to some kind of inhumane treatment, she quickly sat up and covered her chest.
Looking at the messy blankets, every wrinkle reminded her of what had just happened, yet nothing had actually happened. Embarrassed, she pulled the blanket over her head, wanting to become an ostrich burying her head in the sand and run away from everything.
The pheromones remaining on the blanket made it all the more unsettling.
She initially pulled the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around herself simply because her body started to feel cold before she could get a fever.
She almost forgot that the quilt originally belonged to Luan Yenan, and the trace amounts of pheromones on it were a strong stimulus to her.
Not to mention now, with vodka and vanilla intertwined, it reminded her of the scene just now, where her thoughts were not at all... but her thoughts were also motivated, and her actions were full of eroticism.
She hurriedly threw the quilt aside and even quickly changed the duvet cover.
I changed the bed sheet, picked out some clothes, quickly completed the task, and hurriedly left this place full of flashback memories, clutching the bed sheet.
By the time Luan Yenan finished his work in the study and came out, Zuo Baixuan had already taken the computer from the dining table and gone back to her room.
Luan Yenan smiled and shook his head.
It's certain that this time, the little white flower wasn't scared, but rather shy.
Upon returning to my room, I immediately saw several sets of clothes neatly arranged on the bed.
But her attention was quickly drawn to the newly changed bed sheet, and she gradually frowned.
At this moment, Zuo Baixuan, who had retreated back to her room, was dealing with emails.
The fact that she worked at the coffee shop and received a scholarship was discovered when her adoptive parents forcibly checked her phone.
Therefore, Zuo Baixuan developed a very cautious habit in this regard afterward. All part-time programming projects were handled via email.
All the part-time jobs or competitions I received from Jiang Lingdan were registered using Jiang Lingdan's phone, and then I would ask my good roommate to relay the information to me.
After processing all the information in chronological order from oldest to newest, I finally saw an email from Jiang Lingdan.
Zuo Baixuan found it a bit strange.
If she wasn't at her adoptive parents' house, Jiang Lingdan would send her WeChat messages as usual. Didn't she say Luan Yenan wasn't restricting her freedom? Why was she sending an email again?
When I opened the email, I saw that the attachments were mainly screenshots of rumors circulating on the forum.
There are countless sarcastic and cynical posts.
Zuo Baixuan then understood Jiang Lingdan's intention.
She wanted to let herself know, but she didn't want it to have any negative impact on her.
"What's so noble about her? She just bought something that was more expensive."
"Why would someone who consistently receives high scholarships need to sell themselves?"
"Does anyone know where the scholarship came from?"
"I heard that she hooked up with the Luan family at a coffee shop outside of school. She's really something, quitting her job right after getting married."
These sarcastic remarks and baseless speculations are rife with malice.
But she got used to it.
There will always be some people who are jealous of excellence that they cannot understand. They will always launch sarcastic attacks on pretty girls.
Zuo Baixuan took out her phone and proactively sent a message to Jiang Lingdan: 【I'm fine. Ignore all that forum stuff; they're just going through the motions, spouting the same few baseless, disgusting things over and over.】
Jiang Lingdan's nickname quickly changed to "typing".
But after carefully considering my words, I realized that saying anything would be meaningless.
Then, out of the blue, I sent a link: "[Link] Girls!! Professor Chen is really hiring! She really is hiring!! Hurry up and fill out the form to apply! She really doesn't just start projects; she starts them and immediately starts interviewing and confirming candidates tomorrow!"
Zuo Baixuan uploaded the link to her computer and, while opening it, replied to Jiang Lingdan: "Even with only half a day for registration, people will be lining up at my door."
Jiang Lingdan: [Yes, yes, yes! You should sign up quickly, I'll be waiting for your good news!]
Knock knock knock!
The knocking was flat and emotionless.
But Zuo Baixuan froze, her face flushed, and she felt guilty when she remembered what had just happened.
Looking at the torn T-shirt he had thrown in the trash can, he touched the inhibitor injection marks on his arm.
In that situation, Luan Yenan's calm and composed demeanor, unlike his usual crazy self, was enough to make Zuo Baixuan completely ignore the small problem on her shoulder.
She composed herself, opened the door, and stood by it.
Although it did not adopt a defensive stance, it also did not intend to invite Luan Yenan in for a seat.
The latter didn't mind; she was holding a blanket covered with a white sheet.
What do you mean by that?
Zuo Baixuan truthfully said, "The original duvet cover was dirty, and you probably didn't want to sleep under it, right? So I put it in the washing machine to wash it."
Luan Yenan flipped the blanket over: "What I'm asking is, what does this mean?"
The pure white duvet cover looked fine on the back, but unexpectedly, the front was printed with an adorable spotted dog looking at Zuo Baixuan with innocent eyes, as if saying: "Save me, save me." When she saw me, she almost tore me apart.
"Pfft." Zuo Baixuan always thought she was a professional at hiding her emotions, unless this matter was really too funny.
She wasn't sure whether she should change the bed sheet or not.
No matter how you look at it, Luan Yenan and the image of a cute spotted dog are worlds apart. But in the end, having no other choice, she gritted her teeth and put it on, then turned it over.
It's a plain, unremarkable white color; it's usable enough, though.
I didn't expect to be caught by Luan Yenan so quickly.