Chapter 38: Mo Yin’s Binding Heat
In the days after Cang Jiu left, Xie Qiang sat in the office, watching the familiar older sister Guides leave one by one. Eventually, only she and Jiang Qingwan remained.
Jiang Qingwan was also sent home.
That night, Xie Qiang lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She checked her optical computer. The messages she had sent to Sen Ji still had no replies. Searching the Imperial media news, the reports only hastily stated that the Third War Zone was engaging a high-level insect tide, without specific casualty numbers.
Feeling somewhat irritable and extremely thirsty, Xie Qiang turned off her optical computer, got up, put on her fluffy white slippers, and prepared to get a glass of water from the living room.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mo Yin, who was keeping watch, clutching his stomach. His brows were tightly furrowed in pain, and his body was teetering on the verge of collapse.
“Mo Yin?”
Xie Qiang was startled and hurriedly supported him. “What’s wrong? Stomachache?”
She reached out to press Mo Yin’s wrist to check his pulse, only to find it perfectly normal. “Strange, there’s no problem… Wait, could it be!”
Realization struck her belatedly, and her face instantly tensed up. “Is it Hong Que? Is he injured?”
Mo Yin, looking weak, slid down against the wall. Bean-sized beads of cold sweat emerged on his forehead, and even his lips began to turn pale. “Brother…”
Xie Qiang watched anxiously, her small feet pacing in place. She wanted Mo Yin to take her to the battlefield to find Hong Que immediately, but Mo Yin was in so much pain he couldn’t even stand. How could he take her there?
“Damn it…” Xie Qiang opened her optical computer and dialed Sen Ji and Cang Jiu one by one, but no one answered.
Seeing Mo Yin’s expression becoming increasingly painful, her eyes turned red with anxiety, and her voice took on a crying tone. “Mo Yin, hold on, don’t pass out…”
She gently cupped his cheeks, not knowing what to do. In a desperate attempt, she began pouring spiritual power into his body as if it cost nothing.
Mo Yin, who was on the verge of fainting, finally regained a trace of clarity in his consciousness. He raised his hand to pinch the girl’s wrist, moving her hand away from his cheek.
Xie Qiang’s body trembled. She bit her lip, her nose stinging even more. “Mo Yin!”
Does he hate me that much? He’d rather faint from pain than let me—
The next second, her internal questioning came to an abrupt halt.
Unknown when, Mo Yin had lifted his black tight-fitting shirt. He redirected the girl’s slender wrist, guiding it straight toward his abdomen.
Her palm touched abdominal muscles that were cold as ice blocks. She could feel the well-defined muscles twitching slightly. Xie Qiang reacted and hurriedly placed her other hand on top as well, desperately infusing spiritual power.
Mo Yin sat leaning against the wall, his head tilted back slightly, his dark golden wolf eyes tightly closed. Violent yet pure spiritual power surged into his abdomen, purifying his mania levels while rapidly alleviating the fatal pain.
But “danger” was also surging in…
The hand gripping the girl’s wrist tightened and trembled slightly. By the time Xie Qiang realized something was wrong, her waist had been suddenly encircled by a fluffy wolf tail, pulling her into his embrace. Her forehead bumped heavily against the youth’s temple.
“Ouch…” Xie Qiang cried out in pain. When she opened her eyes, she discovered that Mo Yin’s wolf ears and wolf tail had popped out at some point.
The dark gray wolf tail wagged agitatedly, occasionally slapping against the side of her leg, turning her fair skin red.
The wolf ears kept rubbing against her cheek, and his breathing, heavy like a panting wolf, hit the side of her neck, making Xie Qiang’s heart tremble. She froze in place, daring not to move.
“Mo Yin?” she called out softly. Her palms were pressed tight against his abdomen, and she could clearly perceive the muscles under her hands becoming scalding hot and hard bit by bit.
His body temperature was rising rapidly.
Xie Qiang didn’t know if this counted as a normal phenomenon.
“Mm…” Mo Yin closed his eyes tightly, his expression extremely pained. “Thirsty…”
“Thirsty? You want water?” Xie Qiang caught the word and immediately wanted to get him water, but as soon as her hands moved, Mo Yin pinned them down firmly.
“Mo Yin?”
“Can’t leave…”
“Stomach still hurts? How about you come with me…” Xie Qiang asked tentatively.
The black-clad youth didn’t speak. His brows were locked tight, his forehead resting on the girl’s shoulder, his body trembling uncontrollably. “Water…”
Xie Qiang looked around anxiously but couldn’t find any water source nearby. Just as she was fretting over what to do, she felt her cheeks being cupped by something.
The next second, her eyes widened in shock.
Her lips were suddenly blocked. The only moisture inside was rapidly stolen away. Her eyes went blank, and her brain crashed directly.
Did… did she just get forcibly kissed?!
Xie Qiang tried desperately to push Mo Yin away, but the black-clad youth’s strength was unexpectedly great. His hands gripped her waist tightly, making her unable to move at all.
Wolf fangs grazed the softness, and the sweet blood triggered the lupine nature from his genes. The large wolf tail cushioned the girl’s back as he pinned Xie Qiang to the ground, a pair of wolf ears standing high.
The suddenly opened dark golden wolf eyes emitted a golden light in the dark night, even more dazzling than his brother’s.
His wolf eyes looked at Xie Qiang hazily and clingingly. “Give me…”
Give what???
Xie Qiang trembled with lips stained with traces of blood, almost dying of panic, but internally she tried her best to remind herself to stay calm.
In his condition, he must have accepted too much spiritual power, causing him to enter binding heat.
To resolve binding heat, there are only two ways: mark or do it.
Marking is divided into temporary marking and permanent marking. The former is done by the Guide biting the Sentinel; the mark produces guide pheromones to quickly suppress the binding heat.
The latter is done by the Sentinel biting the Guide. The mark will exist permanently. In the future, if binding heat occurs, the marked Guide can control the guide pheromones to quickly suppress the Sentinel’s heat.
Fortunately, the villainess’s memory contained instructions on how to perform a temporary mark.
Xie Qiang held Mo Yin’s face as he leaned in, saying urgently, “Mo Yin! Can you hear me? I’m going to give you a temporary mark now!”
Mo Yin looked at her with blurred vision, unable to hear her voice clearly. He just kept rubbing his wolf ears against the crook of her neck. “Hurry…”
In the state of binding heat, Mo Yin seemed exceptionally talkative. His gaze stared at her, wet and sticky. That large wolf tail rubbed against Xie Qiang’s cheek, as if urging her to give it to him quickly.
Xie Qiang couldn’t push away the teasing wolf tail, so she had to grab it tightly in her hand. However, she heard Mo Yin groan, seemingly even more excited, pressing his entire long, scalding body against her.
Xie Qiang was looking for a place to bite when he lunged forward. She opened her mouth subconsciously and bit right onto the flesh of Mo Yin’s cheek.
The temporary marking ended. She quickly moved her lips away, and a beautiful tooth mark appeared on Mo Yin’s face, very obvious.
Xie Qiang felt inexplicably ashamed.
The black-clad youth in her arms gradually settled down, and his scorching body temperature faded rapidly. Xie Qiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, intending to push the youth away, only to find she couldn’t move him.
Xie Qiang: …
Doomed.
She had to pinch Mo Yin’s face. “Mo Yin! Wake up! Get up!”
He couldn’t be woken up at all.
Just as Xie Qiang wanted to cry but had no tears, a vigorous, large gray wolf suddenly leaped out of Mo Yin’s body. It stepped on Mo Yin’s back, looked down at Xie Qiang condescendingly, its matching dusty gray wolf tail sweeping the ground, possessing the calm authority of a wolf king.
However, the next second, its true nature was exposed.
Sticking out its tongue and making a few “dog-like panting” sounds at Xie Qiang, it jumped to the ground, grabbed Mo Yin’s back collar, and tossed him directly to the side.
The black-clad youth’s body hit the ground heavily, yet he still didn’t wake up. Instead, the gray wolf walked leisurely to Xie Qiang’s side. It lay its two front legs—left straight, right bent—on Xie Qiang’s lap. Its dark golden wolf eyes were seductive and clinging as it let out a clipped whine, “Awooo~”
Hi~ Kitty~
“You are… Mo Yin’s spiritual body?” Xie Qiang’s eyes widened slightly. “What was your name again…”
The gray wolf’s eyes were charming as if hooking her soul. While howling awoo awoo non-stop, it used its right front paw to write a character on her leg: Sky (Tian).
Xie Qiang finally remembered. “Tian Lang!”
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