The moment the words left Shen Yanzhou’s mouth, before the lingering sound of “do it” could even fully fade, those scorching lips slammed down hard, fiercely and urgently sealing away all his unfinished words.

He regretted it.

He regretted asking that question: “Are you having a really hard time holding it in? Do you want to do it?”

He had simply been driven into a chaotic, restless state of mind by the noises upstairs. Coupled with seeing the man’s flushed face and racing heart, he had wanted to tease him like a puppy, letting those words slip out on a whim.

But what about now?

His lips were bitten, his tongue violently pried open, and a burning breath poured into his mouth as if the man wanted to swallow him whole.

Shen Yanzhou’s long silver eyelashes trembled. He pressed both hands against the man’s chest, trying to push him away, but this only made the man kiss him deeper. Their teeth bumped and their tongues tangled so intensely that he could barely breathe. Only one thought remained in his mind

This was too… too intimate, just like lovers.

Therefore, he hated kissing.

“Don’t hide,” the man panted heavily, his rough palm clasping the back of Shen Yanzhou’s head, forcing him back into the embrace. “Kissing will help you adapt faster, otherwise you’ll be in pain later.”

Reason told him that this was just an excuse for the man to take an inch and ask for a mile.

His body told him that these words were right.

It wasn’t affection, nor was it passion, it was just… a physical need.

He began to hypnotize himself with the man’s reasoning, telling himself that kissing was merely a means to make love.

With that thought, the fingers Shen Yanzhou had pressed against the man’s chest gradually relaxed, shifting instead to tightly clutch the black tank top already soaked with sweat. Then, with absolute gentleness, he returned the kiss.

The tip of his tongue tentatively brushed against the other’s, still a little clumsy.

The man’s breathing completely went to pieces. The originally fierce kiss softened, becoming deeper and more lingering. He let out a low chuckle, his voice carrying a sense of deeply suppressed satisfaction: “So soft.”

Shen Yanzhou’s face gradually began to burn. He closed his eyes in embarrassment, letting the man move his kisses all the way from the corner of his lips to his chin, and then down to his Adam’s apple.

In the darkness, the man’s breathing grew heavier and heavier.

He suddenly caught Shen Yanzhou’s right hand, his calloused thumb gently rubbing the pad of the index finger he had licked before. “Master… last time this was cut, does it still hurt?”

This question caught him off guard. Shen Yanzhou looked down at his own finger; such a small wound had healed long ago without leaving a single trace.

Why was this dog suddenly bringing this up now?

“It healed long ago,” he replied.

The man leaned close to his ear, lowering his head to take the finger into his mouth. His tongue gently licked over the spot of the old wound as he intentionally asked, “When I licked Master’s finger back then, Master spaced out. Were you thinking about something?”

Shen Yanzhou turned his face away, his blush deepening. He didn’t want to answer.

But the man had no intention of letting him off the hook.

Reaching one hand to the back of his own neck, the man ripped off his scent-suppressing patch.

A potent scent of cedarwood, carrying a scorching heat, drifted into Shen Yanzhou’s nose and wrapped itself around his scent gland.

“Can I use…” The man smiled with a touch of wicked tenderness. “…my mouth, okay?”

“And then, you can see if I’ve improved?”

Shen Yanzhou’s breathing completely fell into disarray.

He pursed his lips tightly, his silver hair spilling across the pillow, but his elegant, cold phoenix eyes were brimming with moisture. Fueled by a sudden flare of embarrassed rage, he reached out, grabbed the back of the man’s neck, and dragged him down forcefully.

“Pleasing me is exactly what you are supposed to do in the first place.”

“If you dare let your teeth touch me, I’ll kick you off the bed.”

Hearing this, the man let out a low chuckle.

Immediately after, those scorching lips descended. The man’s tongue moved with agile, wet, and soft strokes, patiently taking him in and out using only his lips and the flat of his tongue. It was incredibly hot and skilled… showing absolutely none of his previous clumsiness.

Shen Yanzhou arched his back, his fingers digging hard into the man’s hair. His palms were slick with sweat, pressing hot against the man’s scalp. He wanted to kick the man, wanted to push this lying, wicked dog off the bed, but his body honestly surged forward, sliding into that wet, warm, and soft mouth.

“I’ve improved, haven’t I?”

A deeply stifled whimper escaped Shen Yanzhou’s throat. His fingers tightened and relaxed like spasms in the man’s hair, his silver locks tangled across the pillow. He gritted his teeth, the moisture in his eyes wavering violently, yet he still clutched the man’s black hair tightly.

“If you won’t talk, then I’ll take the initiative to back off this time…”

“Don’t!”

Almost instinctively, Shen Yanzhou reached out and pressed down on the back of the man’s head, refusing to let him pull away. Those phoenix eyes squeezed shut rapidly, and his other hand flew up in a panic, covering his own eyes.

While his appearance still held that proud, cold, and elegant front, his voice stammered, “If… if you pull away now… I’ll slap you to death…”

The man then let out a low chuckle, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he thoroughly finished what he had started. His tongue swirled nimbly, and the depths of his throat tightened until he swallowed everything that belonged to his master.

The man let out a low grunt of satisfaction. Waiting until Shen Yanzhou was still gasping in the afterglow, he finally raised his head. With a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips, he gently wiped the side of his mouth with his thumb, his voice low, raspy, and tender:

“Let’s have a baby.”

Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes, the corners still damp with tears. “What… what did you say?”

But the man didn’t give him time to react, leaning straight down to kiss him. The kiss was deep and lingering, his tongue carrying the flavor that had just belonged to him, kissing him until he could barely breathe. At the same time, his palms slid down, his rough fingertips scooping up Shen Yanzhou’s waist and draping those long, straight legs over the crook of his arms.

“Let’s have a baby. Didn’t Master want to get pregnant?” While kissing him, he repeated in a hoarse voice, “How could it ever be enough to only do it during your heat cycle?”

“Why don’t we keep doing it until you conceive?”

“You look so beautiful… silver hair, phoenix eyes…”

Shen Yanzhou’s fingertips dug into the man’s shoulder blades. He bit his lip hard, his phoenix eyes wet and red, yet they still carried that proud defiance. His voice, however, was incredibly soft: “You bastard… you…”

The man chuckled softly, resting his forehead against his, sweat dripping down. “If you tell me to go slow, I’ll go slow… but about the baby… we have to put in some effort tonight first.”

With that, he used both hands to lift Shen Yanzhou up, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of his backside. His forehead pressed against Shen Yanzhou’s, sweat sliding down the bridge of his nose and dripping into the seam of their overlapping lips. “Tell me… do you want me to talk dirty like the people upstairs?”

Shen Yanzhou’s cheeks burned a crimson red, the water in his elegant silver eyes growing even thicker. He raised his hand, firmly covering the man’s mouth, his palm pressed against those burning, wet lips. His voice was filled with shame and annoyance: “Shut up… you are not allowed to say it…”

…

“I heard this way makes it easiest to conceive. Holding tight from behind, and then…”

Shen Yanzhou’s face was burning hot. He covered his eyes tightly, tears leaking through the gaps between his fingers. “You… you wicked dog… who wants to listen to your… ridiculous nonsense…”

“Sorry, my mistake. It seems doing it this way keeps it all inside, without wasting a single drop…”

Shen Yanzhou bit his lip, his silver hair sticking to the side of his damp face. His other hand tightly gripped the bedsheet, his voice trembling softly: “You bastard… if you keep talking nonsense, I’ll… I’ll…”

“…will you slap me?” The man smirked. “Then I’ll keep talking. I heard that if you lie on your side, you should raise your leg a bit higher.”

As he spoke, he gently patted Shen Yanzhou’s round, fair backside.

Shen Yanzhou instantly overheated. His fingers slipped down a fraction from his eyes, revealing his wet phoenix eyes. His voice was embarrassed and angry, yet entirely soft: “You… lunatic…”

…

Before the afterglow had fully faded, Shen Yanzhou was held by the man from behind.

“How much longer are we staying like this?”

Sanqianwan buried his face in the nook of his neck, the tip of his nose rubbing against the scent gland that had been licked red. “Lock it in for another half hour… Master, didn’t you want to get pregnant?”

“Stop lying to me.” Shen Yanzhou pinched his hand.

“I’m really not lying to you, Dr. Su said so. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Dr. Su,” the man said, wincing slightly at the pinch.

“Then why are you rubbing my stomach?” Shen Yanzhou said in annoyance.

“Because it’s bulging…”

Shen Yanzhou wanted to curse, wanted to push this bastard away with a cold face, but then he thought of the cheap pulp fiction novels in this guy’s room. This guy… it seemed he had used all those trashy tricks on him, talking more than those two people upstairs combined. He felt like burying his face into the pillow.

“Why don’t you call me Master when we’re in bed?” he asked in a muffled voice.

Sanqianwan’s face, buried in the nook of his neck, paused slightly. After a moment, he slowly raised his head. His gaze gradually darkened, locking onto the side of Shen Yanzhou’s face with a heavy, burning intensity.

“I forgot,” he replied.

In reality, it was intentional, because

Below the bed, I want me to belong to you.

In the bed, I want you to belong to me.

Before Shen Yanzhou could ask further, he noticed something unusual.

“Here…” The man pressed against the back of his ear, his breathing hot and heavy. “Is it really not allowed?”

“Absolutely not!” He reached back and grabbed the man’s wrist, his nails digging into his skin.

“Don’t even think about marking me.”

Sanqianwan’s gaze darkened, and then he let out a low chuckle.

“Master, I remembered wrong just now. Dr. Su said it needs to be locked in for over an hour.”

…

The next day, after the two woke up and showered, they went downstairs.

At the motel entrance, the landlady was chatting with two men.

Of those two, one was an Alpha with short black hair, and the other was an Omega with wavy brown hair.

When passing by the two, Shen Yanzhou recognized their voices as the couple from upstairs last night. The couple turned around at the same time to look at them. Seeing the two of them, the brown-haired Omega’s eyes curved into crescent moons as he gave Shen Yanzhou a deeply meaningful smile.

Then, like a magic trick, he fished a sachet out of his pocket. It had a red background embroidered with gold thread dragon patterns. He walked over, handed it to Shen Yanzhou, and spoke in a light, sincere voice: “This is for you. It’s filled with Kowloon Walled City specialties, ‘Dragon-Breath Herb’ and ‘Phoenix-Cry Seed’.”

Shen Yanzhou asked, “What is this?”

The brown-haired Omega winked. “Ahem, better let him tell you.”

He pointed at Sanqianwan.

“Thanks.” The man took it, offered a word of thanks, and then placed it in Shen Yanzhou’s pocket, saying, “It’s nothing, just for good luck.”

“Master, where do you want to go?”

“Is this place close to where Shen Xici is staying?”

The smile at the corner of Sanqianwan’s mouth deepened. “You can go anywhere you want. I’ll take you on the motorcycle.”

“A motorcycle?” he asked.

“Mhm,” Sanqianwan walked out of the motel and stopped next to a heavy black motorcycle. “Borrowed it from Jiang Xu, figuring it might not be convenient for you to walk too far today.”

Shen Yanzhou: “…”

He glared over, but quickly turned his gaze away. “Then let’s get on.”

Sanqianwan nodded, straddled the motorcycle, threw his weight down to stabilize it, and then reached out to scoop the person up in front of him. He had Shen Yanzhou sit sideways across his lap, putting a helmet on him.

“Hold on tight to me, Master. The wind is strong, don’t catch a chill.”

Pursing his lips, Shen Yanzhou looked reluctant, but his hands honestly wrapped around the man’s waist, his fingertips tightly clutching the hem of his shirt.

The motorcycle cut its engine at a slightly dilapidated alley entrance.

Just as Shen Yanzhou took off his helmet, he heard a sound coming from inside the unlicensed clinic.

“Ding! Your friend has harvested your crops!”

“Woof, woof, woof!” (accompanied by the sound effect of a dog biting a person from the game)

Immediately following that, a voice that was old yet full of vigor echoed, “Hehehe… Little Shen, I’ll gladly accept this premium ginseng of yours that just ripened!”

Shen Yanzhou’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Before he could walk inside, another exasperated young male voice rang out, “Nine-Fingered Qiang! You old fossil! Aren’t you missing a finger?! How are you sliding across the screen faster than me?! I set an alarm for exactly six o’clock and squatted right here without even blinking, and you still stole it?!”

This was Shen Xici. How had his younger brother turned out like this?

“This is what they call ‘the older the ginger, the hotter it gets,’ get it?” The old man mocked while frantically tapping the screen. “Young man, it’s more practical to go home and plant two more acres of Chinese cabbage! You can’t even outrun the watchdog in my farm, and you dare play crop-stealing games with me? When I was making a name for myself around here, you were still wetting your diapers!”

“Bullshit! That dog of yours is a max-level bully dog bought with real money! A single bite makes me lose a thousand gold coins!” Shen Xici slammed the table in anger. “Again! I refuse to believe I won’t steal your glossy ganoderma today!”

“Bring it on, who’s afraid of who? When you lose everything down to your underwear in a moment, don’t go crying to your brother.”

“How could my brother possibly care about me?” Shen Xici’s voice carried a heavy tint of jealousy. “He’s probably still mixed up with that dog right now… Ignore him, let’s go again! If I don’t steal all your ganoderma today, my last name isn’t Shen!”

With a cold face, Shen Yanzhou stepped over the threshold and walked inside.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Xici looked up. Upon seeing who had arrived, he quickly hid his phone behind his back, instantly corrected his posture, and switched into elite mode in a split second, saying politely, “Brother? Why are you here?”

Shen Yanzhou truly had not expected that his younger brother, an elite lawyer who had received a top-tier education since childhood and fought with sharp words in court, would have such a… down-to-earth hobby in private.

Competing in finger speed to steal crops with an old man missing a finger inside a rundown, illegal clinic.

Shen Xici cleared his throat and explained seriously, “Brother, don’t misunderstand… I’ve handled everything regarding work, and those loose ends have been cleaned up. The house is temporarily safe…”

“Mhm.” Shen Yanzhou gave a quiet response. “I just wanted to come tell you that we’re planning to go back tomorrow.”

Shen Xici was confused. “Aren’t there supposed to be three or four days left? Why leave so soon?”

“Because there’s a dog at home. I don’t know if the dog food is finished, and it’s not convenient for me to have someone go check on my house,” Shen Yanzhou said. Since he had decided to adopt that stray dog, there was no reason to let it go hungry again.

Hearing the word “dog,” Shen Xici’s gaze swept over Sanqianwan like a cold knife, and then he looked back at Shen Yanzhou with a pitiful expression.

Brother, why did you adopt another dog? Is it because this man can’t satisfy you?

Then… since he’s no good, would it be okay to add me as another one?

“Alright, Brother, let’s head back tomorrow then.”

Shen Yanzhou nodded with a small smile. “Anyway… Xici, go back to playing your crop-stealing game.”

With that, not wanting to disturb Shen Xici any further, he turned around and walked out the door.

Just as he stepped over the threshold, Shen Yanzhou suddenly remembered the sachet that the brown-haired Omega had forced into his pocket. He turned his head to look at Nine-Fingered Qiang, who was sitting comfortably on a rocking chair, leisurely sipping tea.

“Doctor, I wanted to ask you something. Do you know what this sachet is?”

“The ‘Dragon-Breath Herb’ and ‘Phoenix-Cry Seed’ inside… do they contain any dangerous components?”