The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 28.3

Part 3

A beast, facing a little lamb delivering itself to the door, would only be eager to extend its fangs and eat the beautiful prey.

After a while, Lin Mo walked to the window and drew the curtains.

The cool pheromone scent immediately permeated the stuffy air.

Clear and restrained, not an aggressive release, controlling the amount to ensure no oppression to the Beta.

The scent of mint shrouded down like invisible tulle. Coolness came from the back of the neck, gradually penetrating the skin, dispelling the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Tang Xingye’s eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes slightly.

Sensitive glands covered by pheromones, strange tremors flowed through the body. Every inch of skin was sighing with pleasure, wanting to demand more.

More.

More intense.

Inject deeper.

Trembling uncontrollably, Tang Xingye gripped the edge of the lab bench, his consciousness beginning to blur.

“Do you hate my pheromones that much?” Lin Mo spoke suddenly.

“No…” Tang Xingye’s voice was a bit drifting. “Too cold.”

…

“Next time, if you need, you can find me.”

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Tang Xingye’s consciousness gradually cleared. He glanced at Lin Mo in surprise. Doesn’t he have mysophobia?

These words had exceeded the boundaries of their conversation.

“No need.” Tang Xingye refused coldly, picking up that cup of mineral water that wasn’t so cold anymore. “I’m heat resistant.”

In the evening.

Zhou Lin on the road suddenly frowned. He had always been extremely sensitive to surrounding hostility. Someone was following him behind. That gaze followed like a shadow, carrying a cold scrutiny.

He walked toward a crowded place, but at a corner, he felt the wind of a fist.

He turned his head to dodge, frowning. What came into view was a face wearing a black hood. The light was too dim to see the eyes clearly, only feeling the gaze was cold.

Before he could recover, a fist smashed into his abdomen from the opposite side.

Tang Xingye.

Zhou Lin’s pheromones and spiritual power were released instinctively. The gunpowder smoke smell was so thick it could almost materialize. The oppression of a top Alpha was enough to make ordinary Alphas, Omegas, or Betas weak in the knees, but it seemed useless against the person in front of him.

Another heavy punch smashed onto his cheekbone. He tasted blood.

“Your pheromones are useless on me.” The attacker’s voice was processed by a voice changer, but the tone was inexplicably familiar.

Did Tang Xingye send someone?

Tang Xingye had already grabbed his collar, lifted him up abruptly, and slammed him viciously against the wall. “You think everyone is afraid of you? Relying on your identity as a review team member, used to acting like a tyrant, right?”

Zhou Lin’s spine hit the hard wall. He looked up, staring dead at the person in front, dodging a knee strike aimed at his abdomen again, but was grabbed by the back of the neck by the opponent and slammed onto the ground.

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Thud!

Zhou Lin felt his head was about to burn up.

Tang Xingye shook his wrist. “Keep yammering, and I’ll beat you up again next time.”

The night wind swept past with car exhaust.

Tang Xingye looked satisfied, leaning against the railing. The dull pain from his knuckles made him dazed—the reaction force from hitting Zhou Lin’s cheekbone still remained there, mixed with the smell of the other’s pheromones.

Gunpowder smoke smell.

Tang Xingye frowned slightly. This smell occasionally reminded him of that car accident.

But now, something seemed different.

Tang Xingye opened the seal of the soothing agent, pierced the needle into the skin on the side of his neck. As the injection was pushed into the blood vessel, he smelled the smoke on his cuff.

This time there was no usual disgust. Instead, it reminded him of Zhou Lin’s stunned expression when being beaten.

“Keep yammering, and I’ll beat you up again next time.”

When this sentence blurted out, Tang Xingye tasted a strange pleasure. The heart filled with gunpowder smoke found an outlet. The smell of gunpowder smoke could also be the mark of the loser’s humiliation.

The siren of an ambulance came from afar, perfectly overlapping with the sound in his memory.

But this time Tang Xingye didn’t tremble. He took a deep breath, allowing the gunpowder smoke smell to fill his lungs—mixed with blood, dust, and car exhaust, a living breath.

The traffic flow wove a river of light under his feet. He suddenly laughed low.

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The news that Zhou Lin entered the emergency room because of the project review had already flown to Tang Xingye’s ears the next day. The forum couldn’t help chattering about which warrior did it; truly satisfying.

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His fingertip swiped lightly, and gloating replies popped up on the screen one by one:

[Heard ribs broken + mild concussion? Which warrior did it? I’m sliding on my knees to worship! [Candle.jpg]]

[Whoever it is, I call this eliminating harm for the people! Don’t know how many times my project got sent back!]

[Am I the only one who noticed this Godfather is completely immune to S-class pheromones?]

[Begging the Student Council not to investigate. This believing Omega is willing to be single for a lifetime for great wealth.]

Tang Xingye looked through the content of the post. The direction of public opinion satisfied him very much; no one suspected he did it.

He had wanted to beat Zhou Lin for a long time; this time was just incidental. The Student Council wouldn’t be able to find any clues.

However, someone saw through this point and sent him photos like a lingering spirit.

In the photo, the youth lowered his eyes to solve problems, eyelashes casting a shallow shadow on his cold white face. That tear mole appeared and disappeared under the light, making the whole person cold and gorgeous.

[Baby, you are really so beautiful, really want to lick.]

Next picture, taken from behind. Tang Xingye bent over to adjust the instrument, revealing a section of slender waist.

[Wife, you bent over on purpose, are you seducing people to hug you from behind?]

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Immediately after, the other party sent a photo of Zhou Lin hospitalized, messages popping up one after another:

[Do you hate him very much?]

[Does just putting him in the ICU satisfy you?]

[Baby, shall I teach him a lesson for you? I will make anyone who makes you unhappy receive punishment.]

[Baby, do you know? I really want to help you.]

[I want a little reward, want to hear Wife’s voice.]

Tang Xingye looked at the screen coldly, the chill in his eyes deepening.

Just then, the phone vibrated suddenly. The other party called immediately, as if knowing he wouldn’t refuse to answer.

Tang Xingye looked cold, his voice quenched with chill: “What do you want to do?”

The call connected. A mechanical voice processed by a voice changer came from the other side, gender indistinguishable, but mixed with suppressed, sticky breathing, damp and cold like a poisonous snake spitting its tongue.

“You didn’t reject me. I’m really so happy.”

The voice was low and hoarse, carrying morbid pleasure.

“Dead pervert.”

The breathing stopped for an instant, then quickly became heavier. The voice was excited as if stimulated. “Ha… Baby, I love you so much. Curse me again, okay?”

Immediately following, his gentle and kind Wife delivered the most ambiguous and proactive flirtation.

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Tang Xingye laughed suddenly. That laughter made the other end of the phone quiet instantly.

“Truly disgusting.” He said methodically, fingertips gently rubbing the edge of the experiment report. “Can you get hit by a car and die when you go out?”

In the scammer’s eyes, how does this not count as flirtation?

Hating him to death, what’s the difference from missing him for a lifetime?

Rustling sounds of fabric friction came from the other end, accompanied by suppressed whimpers. The voice, distorted by the voice changer, came over: “Thank you… Baby’s reward, I will do it.”

Tang Xingye’s smile vanished abruptly. He opened the prepared police reporting interface, fingertips tapping the send button lightly, tone sarcastic. “That won’t be necessary.”

His fingertips tapped the table gently, the sound slow and dangerous.

“Every sneak shot you sent, every harassing message, including this phone call right now—”

“Are enough for you to savor slowly in prison.”