Chapter 84: Feeding: Toys part 1
Morning sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, falling on the entangled bodies. A fresh mint scent lingered in the breath.
“Tang Xingye…”
This was Lin Mo’s voice. Tang Xingye’s eyelashes trembled slightly, consciousness still half-asleep. His eyes were a bit unfocused, looking blankly at the Alpha in front of him. His lips were blocked again, tongues entangling together.
“Baby…”
Tang Xingye was kissed until tears seeped from the corners of his eyes. Wet sounds echoed in his mind. He thought groggily: Why is Lin Mo getting clingier? Are Alphas in their Susceptible Period all like this?
Covered in saliva early in the morning, Tang Xingye: “…”
Tang Xingye’s cheeks gradually flushed. Hazy, beautiful eyes misty with water became even more gorgeous. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his small, delicate nose tip. Kissing without gaps, he couldn’t say a word. Eyelashes trembled abruptly, then fell to stillness.
“Baby.”
Lin Mo lowered his voice. He knew Tang Xingye didn’t like hearing this address and only dared to whisper it at a time like this.
Waking up, Tang Xingye felt speechless. Forget it. Call whatever he loves to call.
Tang Xingye glanced coldly at the unruly Lin Mo, expression a bit disdainful, tears still in his eyes. Allowing the other to lick around his lips, only his lower abdomen showed a distinct curve again.
Tang Xingye: “…”
Caught in the act, Lin Mo wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, because Tang Xingye’s gaze fell on him, he became exceptionally excited, continuing to help Tang Xingye clean the saliva overflowing from his blurred lip line.
Tang Xingye frowned slightly, expression becoming a bit uncomfortable, yet seeming a bit comfortable. He kicked Lin Mo with dissatisfaction, but raising his leg only stepped on the waist and abdomen, like a cat kneading. Eyes still carrying a glint of water and annoyance, he glared at Lin Mo. Combined with the flushed face and ear tips, this bit of anger inexplicably carried a different meaning.
The mint scent in the room grew stronger. Tang Xingye cried thoroughly.
Lin Mo fed water to the cleaned-up Tang Xingye, holding the cup, feeding him bit by bit.
“Are you going out today?”
“Mn.” Tang Xingye looked through phone messages, responding vaguely, organizing today’s to-do list.
Lin Mo was a bit dissatisfied that Tang Xingye’s attention was fully attracted by the phone. He gently bit his cheek, wanting to draw his attention.
Tang Xingye knew Lin Mo had skin hunger. Accustomed to being covered in saliva by Lin Mo anytime they were alone, he patted Lin Mo’s head. “I still have to go out later.”
The implication was: don’t go overboard and leave conspicuous marks.
Seeing he didn’t let go, Tang Xingye felt he smelled entirely of Lin Mo’s pheromones, half-complaining, “It’s all your smell.”
Lin Mo naturally wished Tang Xingye carried his mark to declare sovereignty, but remembering Tang Xingye’s warning, he only sucked gently.
Tang Xingye lowered his eyes to look at Lin Mo, fingertips rubbing the necklace. The subconscious action made him pause; this was another habit left by Ji Chen.
Before, he would pinch something when thinking. If his hands were empty, he would unconsciously pinch his own palm. Corrected by Ji Chen several times, now it became this necklace.
Unknowingly, it seemed they had fostered many habits in him that he didn’t have before.
Tang Xingye perceived his own changes, but felt he was still that Beta who wanted to stand out.
Tang Xingye’s expression was a bit trance-like. Lin Mo naturally knew what was put inside the necklace. His eyes flashed with coldness, but his tone didn’t change at all. “What are you thinking about?”
Tang Xingye asked casually, “What for breakfast?”
“…”
Lin Mo knew Tang Xingye didn’t tell the truth and guessed roughly who Tang Xingye was thinking about. Teeth gently grinding the fragile gland, like punishing the disobedient Beta beneath him, he still answered following his topic, “Noodles and potstickers.”
Is Tang Xingye thinking about Wen Ze? Because of his pheromones?
If that person were still alive, they would walk into the marriage hall together, just like the atypical but happy AB families written in books.
“You made it again? Five-star chef?” Tang Xingye’s tone held anticipation.
This just-right praise brought pleasure to Lin Mo’s heart. He gave a “Mn.” Forget it, so what if it’s first love? The one who survives to the end is the winner.
Tang Xingye is his now.
However beautiful the first love, it’s already past dust. Only incompetent Alphas get jealous of dead people.
Lin Mo was no longer the reckless boy who got jealous easily. He had tasted looking down on others emotionally from the stance of a living victor. Even though Tang Xingye was thinking of others, wasn’t he still by his side?
Tang Xingye naturally didn’t know Lin Mo’s twisting thoughts. He rubbed his stomach; that cold feeling still lingered. An Alpha’s energy was truly terrifyingly vigorous. But since he enjoyed it, he wouldn’t scold Lin Mo much.
“I’m hungry.”
He pushed away Lin Mo, who still wouldn’t let go of his mouth. A clear “pop” echoed in the room. The swollen gland was stained with another layer of crystal fluid.
Tang Xingye: “…”
While Lin Mo went to set the breakfast, Tang Xingye went to remove the plastic wrap from the materials Zhou Lin bought him. The book was too new; the edge of the paper cut his fingertip.
Tang Xingye raised his fingertip. That tiny wound only broke a bit of skin, leaving a trace of faint stinging pain.
Lin Mo saw it and immediately leaned in, expression grave, as if facing a formidable enemy. “You’re hurt? Go to the hospital to register immediately.”
Tang Xingye: “…”
No blood, just a bit of skin broken. In the time it takes to go to the hospital, the wound would have healed long ago.
Tang Xingye: “Is this a new dry joke?”
Lin Mo’s expression looked as if he had suffered some fatal injury.
Lin Mo seemed not to hear his teasing, expression hesitant: “Really okay?”
Just a bit of broken skin, need to make such a fuss? If he went to the hospital, he’d be scolded for being melodramatic.
Tang Xingye found it a bit funny. “If you come a bit later, the wound will heal.”
“…”
“What are you nervous about?” To divert Lin Mo’s attention, Tang Xingye lifted his chin. “Where’s the food? You want to starve me to death?”
Lin Mo brought the bowl over, steam still rising from it. Tang Xingye took it, tasted a mouthful. The flavor was as good as always.
Now Tang Xingye’s mouth was spoiled by them; he had little interest in takeout and the cafeteria. Lin Mo’s cooking unexpectedly suited his taste very well; it was delicious.
Eating his fill with satisfaction, Lin Mo consciously went to clean up. Tang Xingye’s gaze unconsciously fell on the notebook Lin Mo left open on the desk, a fountain pen beside it.
Lin Mo’s desk was always clean and tidy, things placed meticulously. Rarely would items be spread out so casually. The notebook lying open carelessly now seemed particularly abrupt, as if waiting for someone to read.
Tang Xingye looked closely; Lin Mo’s notebook was the same model as his, edges showing slight wear from long use.
He bought this model when school started. Did Lin Mo buy it then too?
This coincidence hooked Tang Xingye’s interest. Like him, maybe Lin Mo wrote a lot of bad things about him? As this thought popped up, Tang Xingye couldn’t hold back, leaning in to take a glance.
However, the first sentence that entered his eyes gave Tang Xingye a small shock.
—Xingxing likes ‘navel orange’ (riding position).
Tang Xingye: “…”
With curiosity, his gaze moved down.
—Likes being licked, don’t know if he likes wearing a tongue stud.
Recorded here were all about his preferences, detailed to the extreme. The initial content was fairly normal, noting his preferences for things. The further down he looked, the more explicit the content became.
Every time, Lin Mo acted like doing problems, seriously reflecting, reviewing, and summarizing. If not for the content inside, Tang Xingye would have thought this was a summary of wrong answers. Flipping to the end, the latest note stopped at last night.
Lin Mo came back from throwing out the trash and saw his notebook in someone’s hands.
Caught peeking at the diary, Tang Xingye didn’t panic at all. Instead, he counter-attacked, looking at him with disapproval and slight blame. “You note these things down in class?”
Lin Mo nodded, saying lightly, “The questions are too simple, no need to take notes.”
Tang Xingye: “…”
Starting to pretend again.
Really want to slap Lin Mo.
He didn’t do it because getting physical would make Lin Mo happier, and he didn’t really want to reward Lin Mo.
Tang Xingye gave the Alpha a cool side-eye.
Lin Mo felt slightly disappointed. Last night’s attack should have been prolonged a bit more. He was like a starving person suddenly getting a rich meal, eating a delicious cherry cake. Physically satisfied briefly, but mentally it spawned more desire.
Considering Tang Xingye’s thoughts, Lin Mo suppressed that swelling and unbearable itch.
Phone vibrated. Pei Lian sent a message: [Are you still coming to the office? Apollo seems to have a poor appetite today; it might be missing you.]
Tang Xingye: [Coming.]
Pei Lian: [I’ll come pick you up, it’s windy outside.]
Tang Xingye: [No need.]
Lin Mo watched calmly as Tang Xingye got up to leave, already used to this.
The doctor’s calm yet cruel voice echoed in his mind, trying to compensate:
“He is resonated by too many people, never getting satisfied, inducing heat, accumulating too much, so he needs a lot of Alpha pheromones.”
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