—There were clear footsteps coming from the corridor, getting closer and closer.
Went straight to Huo Tinglan's bedroom.
Ye Ci was so frightened that his face turned pale, his sexual desire receded, and he rushed out.
As a result, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he ran into Huo Tinglan head-on. The two of them looked at each other clearly, with no room for maneuver.
However... the corridor was silent for only a second.
No, probably not even that.
Huo Tinglan was calm and collected. He glanced at the exercise book in Ye Ci's hand that was about to be crushed, and asked casually, "Which question do you have trouble with? Why didn't you come to the study to find me?"
"..." Ye Ci's throat seemed to be filled with cement, he stammered, not to mention making up lies, he couldn't even utter a complete syllable.
But Huo Tinglan seemed to be asking casually. He didn't give Ye Ci time to answer, nor did he look at that panicked face. Instead, he walked straight to the bed and picked up a document he had been reading before going to bed last night from the bedside table. He said to himself, "There is an emergency meeting." He lowered his eyes to check the time of the meeting. "I will try to get back before ten o'clock. Save the questions you don't understand and explain them to you in the evening... Is that okay?"
After escaping from a desperate situation, Ye Ci regained his ability to speak and nodded rapidly: "Yes, yes!"
Huo Tinglan raised a secret arc at the corner of his lips, walked into the cloakroom, took out a coat and put it on his arm, strode towards the stairs, and it seemed that he really had something urgent to do.
Ye Ci didn't dare to delay any longer, so he quickly returned to his room and looked out through the window.
In the distance, a black Maybach 62s slowly drove towards the gate of the house.
—Uncle Huo really went out.
It was probably because of the fever that his brain became dull, otherwise Ye Ci would have noticed that Huo Tinglan's "consideration" just now was very familiar.
He understood everything, but remained calm, just plucking and guiding gently, which was very consistent with Huo Tinglan's usual style.
However, his brain, hijacked by the oga glands, was craving for Huo Tinglan's pheromones. It would have been good for Ye Ci to have never been to Huo Tinglan's bedroom. But when he went there, he tasted how sweet and comfortable it was to be comforted by the beloved alpha during the fever period. His greed and thirst became doubly uncontrollable, growing like weeds, and his body temperature continued to rise.
Just don’t touch what you shouldn’t touch.
Just stay in the room for a while, without moving...
Uncle Huo didn't get home until ten o'clock, so he didn't even have time to open the windows to ventilate and get rid of the "evidence" of the smell.
What are you afraid of
His brain, dominated by love and desire, instigated him to keep going every second.
When he came to his senses, he had already sleepwalked back to Huo Tinglan's bedroom.
Their pheromones were so compatible that the burning glands were soothed, just like burned skin being immersed in ice water. Ye Ci was immersed in an extreme comfort that made his muscles and bones ache.
The things with the most pheromones in the bedroom, besides the laundry basket in the bathroom, were the big bed in the middle of the room. He was like a young animal attracted by bait, knowing he shouldn't go, but his stomach was empty and he was hungry, so he kept circling around, smelling the scent, but he couldn't overcome his instinct and found an excuse to get closer...
Just smell it.
He doesn't touch.
Huo Tinglan's bed sheets and quilt covers were all graphite in color, made of satin, cool, soft, and full of silky luster. Ye Ci had never seen anyone use such a four-piece bed set, so... He couldn't describe it, he just felt embarrassed to look at it any longer.
He stood by the bed, his eyes misty, sniffing greedily.
Can't breathe enough.
And it's too weird.
The blood boiled in waves.
The good kid did something bad, and at first he was filled with fear and shock, but then a secret and strange excitement quickly fermented, awakening the part of him that overlapped with his oga attributes, the young boy… He was full of energy and blood, restless and reckless, he had these things, but they had been dormant.
The fingertips were out of control and touched the graphite satin stained with alpha pheromones.
It's like licking a mouthful of dark water with the tip of your tongue.
Sweet and tempting.
Ye Ci's face flushed, his eyes were empty and he could not hide his excitement, just like a bad boy coaxing his little lover to taste the forbidden fruit for the first time. He pricked up his ears to catch the slightest noise outside the window and in the corridor, and kept glancing at the half-opened door - Huo Tinglan's bedroom door was too soundproof, he didn't dare to close it tightly, for fear that he would not hear the sound in the corridor, and that a servant would suddenly come in and break his dirty and muddy desire.
After making sure that no one would break in, Ye Ci carefully lay down and rested his head on Huo Tinglan's pillow.
At first, he tried to hold the line.
He maintained his reserve, trying not to take up space, his thin body lying neatly along the edge of the bed, so that he might fall off if he turned over, and he breathed in small sips, as if he was sipping strong liquor, as if he was afraid that he could not afford the price of the air in this room, which was charged by the milliliter.
But gradually, such contact could no longer satisfy him, and he moved to the middle impatiently, and his lying posture was no longer as rigid as a corpse bidding farewell.
After a while, he began to rub his face, which was almost melting, against Huo Tinglan's pillow. His thin lips moved open and closed, and together with his nose, he greedily absorbed the pheromones in the air. A speck of red could be seen between his teeth, which was the tip of his soft red tongue. He was fascinated and intoxicated by it, like a kitten that fell into a pile of catnip, not knowing what moderation meant. He just wanted to build a nest with catnip and live here from then on.
"Uncle Huo..." In a trance, he stood up and rolled up Huo Tinglan's quilt, gathering it up and piling it up like building a nest. The thought of "ten minutes" had long been forgotten. He couldn't remember how many "ten minutes" he had spent on Uncle Huo's bed. He also forgot to be alert to the sound of cars outside the window. All that roared in his ears was his own hoarse whispers and frantic and clumsy heartbeats. "Uncle Huo..."
Just then, the sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, was heard in the corridor, and someone came in through the half-open door.
The confused Ye Ci caught this signal.
The moonlight that poured into the room suddenly became brighter, not like moonlight...
The scent of agave becomes more fragrant...
These signals were very weak, and he was still in a daze, but his instinctive alertness had already emerged from the chaos and broken the water...
Ye Ci raised his eyes, took a breath, kicked off the quilt and jumped up.
The bedroom door was open at an angle.
Huo Tinglan stood at the door against the light, looking at him quietly.
He came to his senses.
But it's too late.
He was caught in the act.
"Huo..."
The color drained from Ye Ci’s cheeks, his eyes trembled slightly, and he stared in disbelief, looking as miserable as a caught criminal or a frightened goose.
How come you're back so soon
Didn’t you say ten o’clock
No, that's not right...
How long has he been here
What time is it now?!
In order not to attract attention, Ye Ci did not dare to turn on the lights. It was already dark, and the dim room was gently immersed in the warm light of the corridor wall lamp.
Huo Tinglan was afraid of startling him again, so he didn't turn on the light. His sharp figure gradually approached in the dim light, and he spoke, as always, in a gentle and apologetic tone: "Sorry, did I scare you?"
With Ye Ci's current mental state, it was obviously difficult for him to catch the involuntary tremor in the ending tone.
We agreed to be back at 10 o'clock. It's now 10:01, which is just right. It can't be considered a lie.
He had figured out Ye Ci's hidden little thoughts over the past few days, but he was not sure, after all, Ye Ci was too evasive.
However, when he ran into her in the corridor tonight, he was basically confirmed with just one glance.
He wanted to take the opportunity to grab a few clues to tickle Ye Ci's ticklish soft flesh, tease him, tease him, and ask him to explain clearly why he went to his room when no one was around, touched his clothes and slept in his bed, forcing the tightly closed little clam shell to sip a few streams of water, and then slowly pry it open.
Unexpectedly…
Just caught him red-handed.
With his keen eyesight, he could see that infatuated and charming look clearly even from the doorway.
At this moment, he was still able to suppress his anger, all thanks to the fact that he had endured enough in the past two months and had gotten into the role so well that he had gotten used to being a good guy.
“No, no. Sorry… I’m sorry, Uncle Huo, I, no, I’m not…” Ye Ci came back to his senses and tried to make up an excuse with lies, but his joints were as stiff as rust and he couldn’t even open his mouth properly.
He wanted to slip away.
But before his toes touched the ground, the pungent scent of tequila was approaching, and then the mattress sank and Huo Tinglan knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, blocking his way.
Ye Ci shrank back, sinking into the pile of quilts, and the blood that had drained away gradually flowed back to his face.
He couldn't run away. He felt dizzy with shame. The secret excitement of eating forbidden fruit had long been swept away. He regretted it endlessly and stammered to apologize: "I'm really sorry, Uncle Huo... I, I'm not... particularly, feeling uncomfortable today, just... I'm sorry, I don't know, what's wrong with me, I feel like... like..."
Intense self-loathing and huge shame made that clear voice turn into a crying tone.
He can't look like that anymore.
That word is so ugly.
He couldn't even say it in front of Huo Tinglan, but he did it anyway.
Finished.
Ye Ci's thin chest rose and fell rapidly, accompanied by small, suppressed sobs.
He couldn't remember how old he was the last time he cried like this in front of others.
It was so embarrassing that he rubbed his face hard with his arms several times and endured it with gritted teeth.
Suddenly, an arm firmly embraced him and pulled him into his arms, while another arm pulled up the thin blanket that he had piled up into a mountain, shook it open, and wrapped it around his tense and cold limbs, like wrapping a delicate butterfly with a silk pupa.
The slight pressure and heat coming from all over his body made Ye Ci feel as if his soul, which had wandered outside his limbs, had temporarily returned to its place.
"Don't cry." Huo Tinglan leaned on the bed, hugging Ye Ci with the blanket, and that posture was very possessive, as if he wanted to wrap Ye Ci up completely. He took out a handkerchief and carefully dipped Ye Ci's eyelids, which were scratched red by the sleeves of his pajamas. He softened his voice and defended the soft little tongue, "It's a temporary fever period, it's very uncomfortable, and I can't use inhibitors. I have no choice but to come to my room and lie down for a while... right?"
Ye Ci sniffed and nodded slightly. He felt aggrieved when being coaxed, and a bag of tears welled up, which he couldn't let fall.
"It's a very legitimate need, why didn't you tell me?" Huo Tinglan slowly tightened the arm around Ye Ci's shoulders and asked softly, knowingly, "You've been avoiding me these past few days... Do you hate Uncle Huo?"