Part 2
Tang Xingye’s finger quietly hooked the switch of the taser. He wasn’t afraid of Ji Chen.
…If Ji Chen dared to try anything, he’d let him taste the current.
“Sit.” Ji Chen pointed to the sofa, turning to rummage in a corner without looking back. His voice mixed with rustling sounds: “Treating you to a snack, so help me with a small favor.”
Tang Xingye didn’t move. His gaze swept the room.
The layout was better than he imagined—not a filthy place full of grime. Simple and clean, only a few fighting magazines scattered by the sofa.
A medical kit was thrown onto the coffee table. Ji Chen took off his blood-stained T-shirt, revealing a grotesque wound on his shoulder blade still oozing blood.
Tang Xingye’s first reaction was serves him right. Always causing trouble, looking this pathetic was purely his own fault.
Flesh everted. It didn’t look like a normal fighting injury; more like a sharp weapon wound. Ji Chen really wasn’t a good person.
Tang Xingye’s toes pointed outward. It wasn’t too late to leave.
Ji Chen wiped it casually and poured alcohol directly on it. His muscles instantly tensed, sweat beaded on his forehead, and a muffled groan of pain escaped his throat.
So this guy feels pain too?
This was the first time Tang Xingye had seen Ji Chen so wretched. The usually effortless Alpha now had a tight jaw, knuckles white from enduring pain, and even his stable pheromones carried a rare agitation.
Don’t die in front of me.
The thought popped up suddenly, surprising even himself. He had written “Hope Ji Chen hurts to death” in his grudge book countless times, but seeing the guy sitting there covered in blood, he felt a twisted discomfort.
“I can’t reach it. Trouble you to help bandage it,” Ji Chen’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
Tang Xingye saw the clock had passed 12. Past his bedtime. It would delay tomorrow’s classes.
Tonight was truly a bloody disaster. Although the blood was someone else’s.
He calmed himself, stepped forward, took the medicine packet, and looked down at the wound.
Tang Xingye’s hair didn’t fall onto him, but Ji Chen still felt a phantom touch, like ants crawling—an itch. Before he could savor that subtle shiver, sharp pain stabbed his nerves.
Tang Xingye tore open the packet roughly and sprinkled the powder onto Ji Chen’s gruesome wound.
The intense pain drew a muffled grunt from Ji Chen. Losing control, he kicked the coffee table.
Tang Xingye held him down. The skin under his palm was scorching hot; Ji Chen’s pulse beat wildly under his fingertips.
Taking gauze to cover the shocking flesh, Tang Xingye bandaged it quickly.
Bending over, eyes lowered, cold white fingertips pressing on the bloody bandage. The light cast the shadow of his eyelashes under his eyes like two crow feathers. His lips were pale, currently pursed in concentration.
His expression is serious, like a little nurse.
Ji Chen recovered and the thought emerged.
Suddenly, Tang Xingye heard Ji Chen ask, amidst panting breaths mixed with lingering pain, “How much is the medical fee, Miss Nurse?”
He looked up at Ji Chen. Face full of sweat, his sharp, cold aura diminished significantly, eyes holding a smile.
Tang Xingye: “Hospital fees offset the late-night snack.”
“Charging too little,” Ji Chen chuckled low.
“Give me the excess in cash.” Tang Xingye was unceremonious. If someone rushed to give him money, there was no reason not to take it.
“Then I have to calculate how much I’m worth properly.” Ji Chen’s smile deepened. The kitten always needed a reason to accept someone’s goodwill.
Tang Xingye secretly rolled his eyes. Ji Chen wouldn’t be thinking he was priceless, right? He’d immediately list Ji Chen online to sell for cash, then ruthlessly mock him when no one bought him.
“Five thousand.”
Tang Xingye, whose appetite had been whetted, raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. “You’re worth that much?”
“Yeah,” Ji Chen nodded, then suddenly joked, “Do you want to buy?”
Tang Xingye refused crisply: “Too expensive. Not buying.”
Ji Chen leaned forward slightly. Tang Xingye subconsciously leaned back, his back pressing against the sofa armrest. The distance between them shrank instantly.
“Won’t you consider it?” His voice was low, carrying a faint smile, as if certain Tang Xingye would waver.
Tang Xingye: “……”
Did he look like a philanthropist? Five thousand for a useless thing? Where did Ji Chen get the nerve?
Cedarwood pheromones floated in the air like an invisible net, trapping him in a square inch of space.
Tang Xingye stared into Ji Chen’s eyes and suddenly smiled. Light danced on his coldly beautiful face. “Do you want to sell to me?”
His tone lifted slightly, his glance sweeping over carelessly, yet exuding an unconscious allure.
Ji Chen’s Adam’s apple moved, his voice slightly hoarse. “Free trial available.”
— As soon as the words fell, slender white fingers suddenly pressed against the back of his neck. Fingertips unskillfully pressed against the Alpha’s most sensitive gland.
Tang Xingye’s finger pads were cool, but felt like they carried electricity, shooting from the gland all the way to the tailbone.
Ji Chen was stunned by the move, freezing for a moment before leaning back. But the beautiful Beta seemed to sense his retreat; instead of letting go, his fingertips pressed harder against the gland, neither light nor heavy.
Tang Xingye looked up, eyelashes trembling gently. Under the light, his nearly transparent cold white skin made the faint red at the corner of his eye look even more vivid.
His voice was soft, carrying a hint of weakness, but his eyes were clean to the point of innocence—as if he had no idea how dangerous his behavior was.
“Are you in a rut?”
Ignorant eyes were the best catalyst.
The unconscious fragility seduced one to turn the tables and teach this Beta who toyed with glands a lesson.
Ji Chen’s breathing grew heavy, but in the next second, Tang Xingye abruptly withdrew his hand and pushed the Alpha away.
“If it’s a rut, don’t joke around.”
Cold indifference poured over him like ice water. He was a different person from the one teasing him just now—like a cat master who got bored and gave attitude.
Tang Xingye: “Go inject an inhibitor yourself.”
Ji Chen: “…Mn.”
Tang Xingye lowered his eyes and continued to pull the gauze, covering Ji Chen’s wound. His movements were moderate, but he ignored his gaze.
Ji Chen felt a bit strange. Tang Xingye was very much like a scumbag Beta who flirted and then took no responsibility.
Tang Xingye: “You got my clothes dirty. You have to compensate me.”
Ji Chen: “…Okay.”
“Call me when the food arrives.” Tang Xingye’s voice was colder and harder than usual.
Ji Chen stared at his tense profile and suddenly laughed low: “The trial period isn’t over yet.”
“Don’t want it. Returned.” Tang Xingye tied the last loop of the bandage and made a dead knot.
Tang Xingye’s fickle behavior made Ji Chen a little angry but also amused.
Ji Chen went to get the delivery, leaving Tang Xingye alone in the room.
The scent of cedar still lingered in the air. Tang Xingye stared at his blood-stained fingertips.
His expression was irritable and a bit confused. He cursed his roommates, envied them, secretly took revenge on them, and even wished them bad luck, but he didn’t want them to die.
He had walked a long road carrying jealousy and inferiority, his vision clouded by fog. Now, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of his true thoughts.
Unable to figure it out, Tang Xingye concluded that he couldn’t be a good person, but he couldn’t be a thoroughly bad person either.
This didn’t stop him from continuing to write his diary.
Late at night, Ji Chen didn’t order anything greasy, just light food, plus a big bag of sugar and Tang Xingye’s milk tea.
Invited to eat a few bites, Tang Xingye lost his appetite. Ji Chen finished the rest.
When it was time to sleep, Tang Xingye’s gaze shifted between the single bed and the sofa. Ji Chen was the injured one, and it wasn’t his turf.
Tang Xingye chose to lie on the right side of the bed, leaving the left half empty.
He wasn’t awkward. If Ji Chen was conflicted, he could sleep on the sofa and suffer for a night.
Ji Chen: “……”
Tang Xingye really didn’t have any internal conflict or politeness.
Ji Chen’s shoulder blade was injured, so he could only lie on his side.
The bed hadn’t expected another master; two people sleeping in it was slightly crowded.
Tang Xingye had his back to him. Hair scattered on the pillow, rising and falling slightly with his breathing. The ends of his hair inadvertently brushed past Ji Chen’s collarbone, scratching lightly like a feather, bringing a subtle itch.
Ji Chen moved slightly, but the bridge of his high nose unexpectedly pressed against the back of Tang Xingye’s neck.
The skin was soft and warm. Tensing slightly at the Alpha’s approach, a tempting curve dipped under the pressure of his nose tip.
The small, pink gland was right there nearby.
Tang Xingye felt itchy from the rubbing and couldn’t help moving, warning, “Don’t rub!”
His voice suddenly changed pitch. The most sensitive patch of skin collided head-on with the Alpha’s nose tip. Scorching breath, like electricity, scalded into the gland.
Tang Xingye flipped over abruptly and grabbed his throat.
Ji Chen’s Adam’s apple rolled under his fingertips, his pulse beating heavy and fast.
“Rub again,” Tang Xingye narrowed his eyes, his finger pad maliciously grinding over that protrusion, “and I’ll bite back.”
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