“I love you too.” Luan Yenan responded directly.
Zuo Baixuan's mouth stopped abruptly.
This woman!
They don't play by the rules!
Zuo Baixuan clutched Luan Yenan's clothes resentfully, dissatisfied that she was always caught off guard by Luan Yenan's damn charm.
She pounced on him unexpectedly and took the initiative to kiss Luan Yennan deeply.
Vanilla pheromones hooked onto Luan Yenan, attempting to arouse the aggressiveness of the fluctuating Tega.
Luan Yenan remained composed.
Until Zuo Baixuan's kiss followed the muscle lines of Luan Yenan's neck, all the way down, her tongue tracing the glands on the back of Luan Yenan's neck.
Luan Yenan jolted awake, grabbed Zuo Baixuan with both hands, and slammed her against the wall.
Zuo Baixuan's back pressed against the cold wall, jolting her awake from her dazed state.
Although she knew the ward windows had privacy coatings, the view from inside to outside was just like ordinary glass. This unobstructed view and the completely exposed skin made her uneasy.
Zuo Baixuan went into defensive stance, wrapping her legs around Luan Yenan's waist and holding her head, barely managing to muffle her gasp in her palms before whispering in Luan Yenan's ear, "What are you doing?"
Luan Yenan looked up at her and said, "I should be asking you, what's wrong? It's not the right time to have a child. My test results haven't come back yet. There would be risks if you got pregnant now."
Zuo Baixuan also stared at Luan Yenan, her dimples appearing as she smiled.
She wanted to see all the deep affection in Luan Yenan's eyes into her own, and to make up for what she had missed before.
Luan Yenan asked again, "Or is it that if we can't live without pheromones in the future, you can choose to leave..."
"No one is allowed to mention that word again." Zuo Baixuan pulled Luan Yenan into her arms and sealed the last word to her chest.
“Of course, the important thing isn’t the pheromones, but… I like your pheromones too, I like everything about you.” Zuo Baixuan spoke softer and softer, her cheeks flushed and her body burning, before finally saying seriously, “I’m doing treatment.”
As soon as Zuo Baixuan finished speaking, she felt the person in her arms swallowing lightly.
Was it the word "treatment" that triggered her reaction?
No, it must be that the context and those two words are strange.
Luan Yenan looked up at Zuo Baixuan, her eyes flashing. She only asked in a low voice, "Dr. Zuo, do you know that your wife is going to treat me like this in the ward?"
A single sentence can convey three layers of taboo.
Zuo Baixuan covered Luan Yenan's eyes: "I'm serious. Although I can't contact Professor Zhong, he gave me his wife, Professor Wan Jiao's, contact information. Do you remember?"
Luan Yenan put Zuo Baixuan down, his joking attitude vanished, and he asked seriously, "What did she say?"
Zuo Baixuan loosened her grip and landed in front of Luan Yenan, leaning against the wall. She turned her head away, too embarrassed to look Luan Yenan in the eye: "She asked me if I had... taken the initiative..."
"Yes, you're quite proactive when you're drunk." Luan Yenan didn't believe that Zuo Baixuan's initiative could cure the disease; otherwise, why would several experts, both domestic and international, still be so troubled knowing that she had a wife?
Zuo Baixuan's eyes reddened, her alluring gaze sweeping over Luan Yenan's face, leaving behind accusations and dissatisfaction.
Luan Yenan then stopped teasing and reached out to touch the back of his neck: "The initiative you mentioned... is it that action just now?"
“In short, Professor Wan means that it's probably because you're a top-tier Alpha with an excessively high pheromone concentration, and your strong control over your own pheromones has caused an unconscious competitive relationship between them, amplifying your aggression. Also, your glands, having undergone secondary differentiation, are still somewhat incomplete and require my help.” Zuo Baixuan lightly traced her fingertips along Luan Yenan's back. “Just release your pheromones without worry. If you're really that much of a threat to me, why aren't I rejecting them at all?”
Luan Yenan listened, but shook his head slightly: "No, you are rejecting it. Don't you remember that after each temporary marking, your body would experience pain and resistance? Moreover, I have also tried to release it, whether in an open space or in front of the ventilation system, it has not improved."
Zuo Baixuan's eyes flickered and landed on Luan Yenan's face. She cupped her face in her hands and looked at her, then laughed: "So that's why... you always found ways to bully me but never marked me. Luan Yenan, you're doomed. You love me so much."
Hearing this sentence, which sounded exactly like his own tone, Luan Yenan pinned Zuo Baixuan tightly against the wall: "You really are becoming more and more like me."
Zuo Baixuan's smile deepened as she straightened up and leaned towards Luan Yenan: "Professor Wan was just using examples from her clinical experience. In the experimental group taking the medication, those with stable spouses showed faster improvement. Therefore, my treatment of you is entirely based on acceptance."
"If I feel uncomfortable, you'll protect me, won't you? What else do I have to worry about? You just asked me if I was ready, and I am. What about you?"
A conscious Zuo Baixuan is unbuttoning her hospital gown.
This behavior is more like releasing a wild beast from its seal.
Luan Yenan did not stop her. Her eyes were already pulling Zuo Baixuan into the abyss, but she kept her composure and said, "You seem to be drunk right now."
Zuo Baixuan's fingers circled around the glands on the back of Luan Yenan's neck: "I haven't even had vodka yet, how could I be drunk..."
Bang--
Even a bed in a VIP ward is still just a hospital bed, and the mechanical joints creaked as the attack came.
The bodyguards outside the door were startled by the commotion.
They were afraid that Luan Yenan would cause some trouble again.
If Luan Yenan gets away again, they'll be in deep trouble.
They quickly tried to open the door, only to find it locked from the inside, and even the curtains of the small window were drawn tightly, offering no privacy whatsoever.
The idea of simply kicking down the door was dispelled by Su Bai and Su Yang, who were standing to the side.
They could only suppress their anxiety and knock on the door.
But there was no response.
They quickly called their colleagues patrolling downstairs: "Please check Mr. Luan's window downstairs."
The bodyguard downstairs ran down, stared at the window for a while, and replied, "I can't see clearly. The main lights aren't on; they should be on a small light. The light and shadows are moving, so the person should be inside the room."
Before breaking down the door, the two bodyguards decided to be polite and knocked on the door, asking, "Mr. Luan, are you alright? If there's anything wrong, we'll have to get someone to get the key and go in."
"I'm fine. I feel better tonight and thought I'd get up and exercise a bit." Luan Yenan finally replied from inside the room, his voice calm and steady, like a still lake.
The two bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and remained silent after hearing no further commotion. They were simply amazed at how quickly Young Master Luan had recovered from his illness. He had been listless during the day, yet he was exercising until two or three in the morning without sleeping. It was truly strange.
Inside the room, a seemingly calm lake was suddenly churning with turbulent waves.
Zuo Baixuan was biting Luan Yenan's shoulder angrily, accusing her of inhuman sneak attacks and brutal beastly behavior.
But in the instant Zuo Baixuan suppressed her cries by biting, Luan Yenan also used his canines to bite the tender gland.
Vodka, with the aim of completely intoxicating the vanilla, poured in without reservation, merging with it to create a new world together.
Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan stood in that new world, embracing each other.
From today onwards, they have become closer to each other.
They no longer distinguish between each other.
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Chapter 84
The next morning.
Luan Yenan slowly opened his eyes before dawn.
Last night's pleasure, soaring to the clouds, made Luan Yenan feel like he was in an unreal dream. It wasn't until he looked down at Zuo Baixuan, who was sleeping soundly wrapped in the same blanket as him, that he smiled.
Zuo Baixuan leaned against her chest, her fingers still entwined with her long hair, her head resting in the crook of her arm.
Luan Yenan couldn't quite remember what the last scene of last night was.
Did Zuo Baixuan push her away, suppressing her sobs, to stop her from continuing?
Or should I hold her, press my fingers into her skin, and hold her tightly so she won't leave?
It seems like they all have them.
Luan Yenan grabbed Zuo Baixuan's hand and tried to untangle her hair.
Zuo Baixuan tightened her fingers, closed her eyes, and murmured, "It hurts...no more..."
As Luan Yenan listened to Zuo Baixuan's whispers and saw the bloodstains still visible on the back of her neck, he recalled the various moments from last night.
Based on the clinical data of the drug that Zuo Baixuan obtained from Professor Wan, they unanimously agreed to try permanent labeling.
Luan Yenan had given this question serious thought.
Wan Jiao and Zhong Hongbo are both professional professors, so the data they provide is definitely accurate.
And based on her knowledge of glands that she had studied after coming to this world, this logic is indeed reasonable.
Omega's glandular structure has ducts through which pheromones pass.
It has a small volume and can provide a place for Alpha's pheromones to stay during temporary marking, but because it is not completely sealed, the pheromones will be lost over time.
This is why temporary markers have time limits.
Deeper within the gland lies a glandular valve. This valve is controlled to some extent by the Omega's will and connects to the reproductive cavity.
When the valves open, enough Alpha pheromones enter the reproductive cavity and are received by the Omega, thus completing the permanent marking and becoming an Omega's mark that will accompany you until death.
This is why, even now, with advanced medical technology, removing permanent marks remains a dangerous and painful procedure.
In terms of physical structure, Omega are at a physiological disadvantage compared to the relatively fragile Alphas, but they are still tough and strong enough to withstand more pain than Alphas can bear.
Last night, when Luan Yenan's pheromone concentration increased, Zuo Baixuan chose to relax and open her valves.
There was no rejection or pain; there was enough space in the reproductive cavity to accommodate the powerful, top-tier Alpha pheromones.
Zuo Baixuan completely accepted Luan Yenan.
Luan Yenan looked at the exhausted Zuo Baixuan and lowered his head to kiss her temple.
Zuo Baixuan accepted her completely, and she loved every inch of Zuo Baixuan's skin and every strand of her hair.
Luan Yenan pressed the instrument next to him against his body; the data was normal.
The feeling of utter exhaustion that had been gripping me had also improved considerably.
The accusations of pheromone self-attack are gradually disappearing, proving that the clinical possibility provided by Wan Jiao is entirely correct.