Chapter 42: I Want More: Wife Really Wants to See Him.
Pei Lian’s eyes were very clean, like clear lake water.
Tang Xingye looked down and saw those familiar eyes reflecting his own distorted image. He reached out and touched Pei Lian’s face.
Pale pink fingertips hovered over his eyelashes.
Within that lake water was a gaze bordering on devotion. Tang Xingye paused, preparing to retract his hand.
Pei Lian reached out quickly, grabbing his wrist, holding his hand, and pressing it against his own cheek.
Tang Xingye went with the flow, stroking under his eyes where dark circles from lack of sleep lay, with red blood vessels visible above them.
The cool, soft touch landed on his face. Pei Lian’s nerves trembled slightly; a special tingling numbness spread from the point of contact.
Tang Xingye: “You finished reading the materials and started the experiment, yet you’re still staying up late?”
Pei Lian didn’t dodge Tang Xingye’s touch; instead, he actively rubbed against it, even opening his mouth as if wanting to take it in. “I’m not skilled enough yet.”
Tang Xingye narrowed his eyes slightly. His finger pulp suddenly pressed down hard, pressing on the dark circles. Pei Lian instinctively flinched backward in discomfort.
Tang Xingye pinched his face, continuing to rub as if punishing a child for not sleeping properly. “How skilled do you need to be?”
He looked with interest at Pei Lian, whose face he was squishing. The other couldn’t dodge, staring wide-eyed at his mercy.
After a moment, Tang Xingye released his hand with a flat expression, refusing the moral blackmail. “You not sleeping has nothing to do with me. The body is yours; if something goes wrong, you carry it yourself.”
No wonder he felt a subtle sense of déjà vu. Pei Lian was just like his brother—acting like death, thinking an Alpha’s body was made of iron, messing around blindly. I didn’t make this kid stay up all night reading materials.
“I didn’t mean that,” Pei Lian grabbed Tang Xingye’s wrist, looking at him with eyes pleading for pity. “I know my body’s condition. I just wanted to do it faster to catch up with your progress.”
I was afraid Lin Mo would come back, and you wouldn’t need me anymore.
Pei Lian lowered his eyes, masking the gloominess, and didn’t voice the selfish second half of his thought.
“Just manage yourself, why look at me?” Tang Xingye slapped his hand away. His nose caught a faint scent of lemon. He raised an eyebrow. “Is your susceptible period early? Grinding your teeth and unable to sleep?”
“Mn.” Pei Lian felt his gland heating up slightly. He didn’t want to explain much; since Tang Xingye misunderstood, he was happy to go along with it.
“Should’ve said it was a susceptible period issue earlier,” Tang Xingye scoffed, understanding dawning on him. An Alpha being restless and sleepless sounded bad if said aloud, but tossing and turning for the sake of learning sounded much more positive.
“You insist on putting the blame on me.” Alphas just cared too much about face.
Through Lu Zhi, Tang Xingye understood these physiological characteristics—Alphas were always exceptionally troublesome during their susceptible period: insomnia, vivid dreams, itchy teeth, loss of pheromone control. Nothing about it was worry-free.
As a Beta, he found this both laughable and a source of superiority. “Being a Beta is better; we never have to suffer these things.”
Pei Lian nodded in agreement. Betas had no pheromones, so they had none of these troubles.
He regretted not being born a Beta.
Tang Xingye listened happily, his eyes brightening with a look of pride.
Seeing the decadence in Pei Lian’s eyes and how haggard he looked, Tang Xingye felt he was pitiful. Considering this kid helped him a lot with the project, he thought he should help out.
“I’ll think about where to go to find you a teething stick.”
Teething stick?
Seeing Tang Xingye’s serious expression, seemingly truly treating him like an Alpha in the oral stage, Pei Lian’s gaze fell on Tang Xingye’s long, scallion-white fingers, the joints pale pink.
Children in the oral stage are obsessed with their mother’s fingers, gaining security and satisfaction through sucking, licking, and biting.
His gaze moved to the Beta’s face—cool white skin, black hair falling slightly over his shoulders. When he tilted his head and smiled faintly, eyes curved, that youthful, “housewife” vibe was particularly distinct.
Can I?
Can I be like Wen Ze?
Pei Lian’s canine teeth were agitated, just like the gnawing impulse during his growth period. As if possessed, he held onto Tang Xingye’s wrist and voiced the thought in his heart.
“Can I bite your finger?”
Tang Xingye turned his head, gave a vague “Mn,” blinked his dark eyes, and then realized what the other person had said. He looked at Pei Lian and fell silent for a few seconds.
Uncontrollably, he recalled the incident with Lu Zhi, frowning slightly. The image of Pei Lian licking his hand like a dog, just like Lu Zhi, floated before his eyes.
Pei Lian stared tightly at Tang Xingye’s furrowed brow. Under the light, his expression appeared exceptionally cold.
Pei Lian pursed his lips, his mood entirely swayed by Tang Xingye’s expression. A stinging sourness inexplicably appeared in his chest.
Why aren’t you speaking?
Even though you let Wen Ze bite.
After a good while, Tang Xingye got up, went back to his seat, opened his bag, and rummaged through the compartment. “I don’t have one. Just bite your own hand.”
Tang Xingye’s phone vibrated. He picked it up and glanced at it. It was a message from Lu Zhi. He didn’t want to read a single word.
Lu Zhi: [Baby, why aren’t you replying to my messages again? It doesn’t matter if you don’t reply. It’s mealtime, remember to eat.]
Lu Zhi: [Eat something good.]
Ding!
Lu Zhi transferred money for the meal. Tang Xingye heard the Alipay notification and felt happy, as if hearing the sound of coins dropping.
Lu Zhi used to disturb his studying with constant messages, angering Tang Xingye into blocking him directly. Forget urgent matters; he would just chatter about nothing. Lu Zhi had apologized, promising to watch the frequency. If he really couldn’t hold back, he would send money every time he sent a message.
Tang Xingye originally wanted to refuse, fearing future unpleasantness or trouble over money disputes.
However, Lu Zhi was very savvy. Alipay transfer sound + Note: Voluntary gift, never to be recalled. This combo punch made him abandon thinking and temporarily forget the annoyance of the spam messages.
Ding!
This wasn’t message harassment; this was his generous and noble client!
The client insisted on sending him money; what could he do? He couldn’t stop it.
Tang Xingye immediately switched to WeChat and replied: [Got it. I’ll go after I finish teaching someone a problem.]
Lu Zhi was very smug. Before, during their online dating phase, he wanted to send money, but Tang Xingye wouldn’t take it, only accepting small gifts. Now Tang Xingye was willing to accept his money. Did this mean their relationship had progressed?!
Otherwise, why refuse others’ transfers but accept his?
Thinking of this, Lu Zhi felt happy again.
He hurriedly sent: [Baby, I know you have your own things to do. I’m very happy you can reply. Can I find you for a meal later?]
Too many Ding sounds. Tang Xingye couldn’t refuse directly, so he sent a voice message to decline politely: “I can’t get away right now; things aren’t finished. You go eat well first.”
His meaning was clear: not deliberately refusing or giving no face, but genuinely too busy. He left Lu Zhi enough dignity; Lu Zhi should understand his meaning.
Lu Zhi tapped the voice message, holding it to his ear. Hearing the clear, clean voice, he felt happy again.
He understood Tang Xingye’s subtext—I really want to see him.
He hadn’t expected Tang Xingye, who was busy as a spinning top every day, to be so proactive today. Lu Zhi wasn’t a cold-hearted person; naturally, he had to satisfy his “wife’s” needs.
Lu Zhi had already memorized the few spots where Tang Xingye often hid. The background noise in the voice message was familiar; it sounded like the bell in the study room.
He was going over right now!
…
Tang Xingye had intended to give up helping Pei Lian.
But he found a disposable glove left over from who-knows-when in the compartment and put it on.
Tang Xingye pulled a chair over, sat in front of Pei Lian, leaned forward slightly, and extended a finger to press on his lower lip.
Pei Lian opened his mouth. Lemon scent. His canine teeth were a bit sharp.
Tang Xingye stared into Pei Lian’s eyes. The clear lake water betrayed a thirst that didn’t match his appearance.
Pei Lian only sucked on the fingertip; he didn’t go any further. Tang Xingye breathed a sigh of relief. If Pei Lian had pushed his luck like Lu Zhi, he feared he wouldn’t be able to resist slapping him too.
With Pei Lian looking up like this, his eyes devoid of Alpha aggression, Tang Xingye had the illusion of being dominant, in absolute control of the other.
The soft, warm sensation became increasingly obvious. A strange feeling spread from his fingertip; he could feel the damp, hot breath.
The tongue touched his skin (through the glove), triggering a numb, dense sensation. It was very weird.
Pei Lian knelt on one knee, his hands resting lightly on Tang Xingye’s thighs, his lips wet.
Tang Xingye took off the glove, handed him a tissue, and asked, “Better?”
Pei Lian still looked listless. He went with the momentum and rested his face on Tang Xingye’s leg, looking up like some kind of silent plea.
“I want more.”
This posture reminded Tang Xingye of the argument he had with Zhou Lin. Hair brushing against skin caused an itch that couldn’t be ignored.
His fingers curled slightly in a grasping motion. He felt increasingly strange. Heat was continuously transmitting over; although the AC was on in the study room, he still felt hot.
“Don’t lie there, get up. It’s hot.” Tang Xingye pushed Pei Lian’s head. He didn’t push him away, though he didn’t use much force.
His tone just became a bit stricter. “You haven’t even looked at the problem yet.”
“I know it.” Pei Lian adjusted his posture, rubbing his hair against Tang Xingye. The tips of his hair swept across Tang Xingye’s wrist like a quill pen gently scratching, triggering a subtle shiver.
Tang Xingye clamped Pei Lian’s head between his knees, forbidding him from moving. “Lying again?”
“I just suddenly had an idea.”
“So, do you need a teething stick to take exams?” The pushing motion turned into grabbing. Tang Xingye grabbed Pei Lian’s hair, forcing him to look up.
Clear, bright eyes blinked, as if saying: Yes.
Tang Xingye was somewhat amused by this logic and let go. “Nonsense.”
By that logic, the smartest people in the world should be oral-stage toddlers. If scientists couldn’t figure something out, they should just go chew on a teething stick.
Pei Lian stared at him, then suddenly took the index finger hovering in the air into his mouth. “One… finger isn’t enough,” he mumbled indistinctly. “I want two.”
Outside the door, Lu Zhi’s expression was extremely ugly, like a husband who had been cuckolded. He didn’t hear clearly—what one, two? What was Pei Lian saying?!
This is a study room, not no-man’s-land!
Eat two?
With Tang Xingye’s thin frame, how could he take it?!
Due to the blind spot, his eyes could only see Pei Lian lying on Tang Xingye’s lap.
Like Pei Lian was impatiently burying his head to drink water.
Broad daylight, study room, a lone Alpha and a lone Beta, kneeling… connecting these terms, one couldn’t blame Lu Zhi for thinking wild thoughts.
Tang Xingye was so timid; how could he do such an absurd thing? It must be that slut Pei Lian coaxing him.
How dare that slut do this kind of thing? Even if there’s no one in the study room, even if he can’t hold back, he still shouldn’t!
Lu Zhi had intended to give Tang Xingye a surprise, but the other party gave him a “surprise” first.
It was unbearable, but Lu Zhi endured it.
He didn’t kick the door open immediately because he was afraid Tang Xingye would be unhappy.
Tang Xingye was so thin-skinned; just a little licking made his ears turn red. If he couldn’t take it, he would just bite his hand, refusing to make a sound, forcing himself to endure.
If such a lewd scene were seen, he would probably be ashamed enough to bite his lip until it trembled, maybe even hide away and not dare to see anyone for days.
Lu Zhi stared deathly at the scene leaking through the crack in the door—Pei Lian was still kneeling between Tang Xingye’s legs, hair hanging down covering half his profile. He could only see water stains at the corner of his mouth, looking like the satisfaction after getting what he wanted.
Lu Zhi’s canine teeth pierced his lower lip; the taste of blood spread in his mouth.
The red light on the surveillance camera in the study room was blinking. Lin Mo naturally saw the whole picture. His expression was cold, eyes lowered in serious thought, but dark currents surged in the depths of his gaze.
Just having a similar face allows him to be indulged to this extent?
And my pheromones are mint.
If he were in that position, the mint pheromones would first entangle those slender ankles, slowly tightening like a snake constricting its prey. Tang Xingye would panic and pull at the non-existent restraints.
But the pheromones would only climb up along his shapely calves, reaching deep…
…
When Tang Xingye went to the water dispenser to get water, Lu Zhi charged in, unable to hold back, and threw a punch at Pei Lian. Pei Lian dodged.
Lu Zhi’s expression was twisted like an evil ghost. “How could you do this kind of thing in a study room?!”
“Hm?” Pei Lian paused, then smiled slightly. “You saw? If you saw, you should have some self-awareness. There is no place for you here.”
“I don’t have one, but you do?” Lu Zhi said coldly. “At best, he’s just your sister-in-law!”
“My brother’s is mine.” Pei Lian sized Lu Zhi up and scoffed, his voice light as a viper spitting venom. “What are you barking at?”
This sentence thoroughly ignited the war. He had disliked Pei Lian for a long time. He threw another punch. Pei Lian wasn’t one to be outdone and fought back directly.
Unexpectedly, though Pei Lian looked young, his skills were good. The two fought to a draw. There was ruthlessness in their fists and feet, as if they wanted to vent their long-accumulated hostility all at once.
Lu Zhi’s back slammed heavily into the bookshelf, knocking down several books with a crash. He gritted his teeth to steady himself and swept his leg out. Pei Lian dodged sideways but was still grazed on the shoulder, stumbling back two steps.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Lu Zhi sneered, panting, his knuckles cracking.
Pei Lian rubbed his numb shoulder. Darkness churned in his eyes, but the corner of his mouth hooked into a mocking arc. “What, anxious?”
“Too bad. No matter how much you jump around, he won’t give you a second look.”
Lu Zhi’s pupils contracted sharply. Anger burned away his reason completely, and he lunged forward.
A flash of calculation passed through Pei Lian’s eyes. He forcefully took the punch, stumbling back a few steps. His back hit the wall with a thud, and he let out a muffled groan, sliding down to sit on the floor, his fingers trembling as he covered his abdomen, revealing an expression of perfectly timed pain.
Just then, the door to the study room was pushed open violently.
Tang Xingye stood at the door, the paper cup in his hand crushed out of shape. He coldly swept his gaze over the messy study room, finally landing on the two culprits.
“Stop it, both of you.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it exploded like muffled thunder in their ears.
“Lu Zhi,” Tang Xingye’s eyes were sharp as knives. “Fighting in the study room? Are you a three-year-old?”
Lu Zhi opened his mouth to defend himself but was glared at by Tang Xingye. “Don’t talk back.”
“And you, Pei Lian.” Tang Xingye turned to the other perpetrator, his tone even colder. “Provoking him on purpose, taking a beating to play the victim—are you happy?”
The innocent expression on Pei Lian’s face froze instantly.
Censor-dada, it was really just licking fingers!
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