Killing Marriage [ABO] - Chapter 22
Chapter 22; Intimacy
It was only after the kiss that Zhang Qingyuan snapped back to reality, realizing the absurdity of what he had just done.
Playing word games, taking the initiative without faking it… he had crossed a line.
To his surprise, Ren Zhong’s face only showed a fleeting moment of shallow astonishment before he accepted the kiss.
The strong man’s lips were unexpectedly soft, with a faint minty toothpaste taste. If you savored it, you could also catch the scent of sandalwood pheromones.
It was numbing. Even though it was just a touch of lips and teeth, Zhang Qingyuan felt that his neck and even the top of his head were acting strange. He carefully experienced, probed, tasted, and recalled, putting all his senses into this kiss.
Was this unfamiliar feeling joy and pleasure?
No other kiss had ever felt like this one.
Zhang Qingyuan felt his entire being was gone, with only that point of connection to Ren Zhong remaining.
His heart thumped, and even his palms were sweating.
But his mind was contradictorily calm. After the initial shock, all that was left was a peaceful warmth and tranquility.
It was as if… as if they were always meant to be like this.
Their pheromones intertwined, compelling them to embrace, letting their two hearts beat intimately, separated only by their own flesh and bones.
His instincts urged Zhang Qingyuan not to end the kiss, to explore more unknown things.
Naturally, the pheromone concentration grew higher and higher. Sandalwood and chamomile merged, filling the entire room with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Zhang Qingyuan was a strong, healthy Alpha in the prime of his youth. His vibrant body was awakened by this sensuousness.
Wasn’t this normal?
Looking at those beautiful, muscular pectoral muscles, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist…
Such a captivating body, with such a charming Omega holding his lips and tongue, like holding honey…
There had to be a limit to making the act real! Zhang Qingyuan’s rationality and conscience were flogging and condemning his recklessness. He kept warning himself internally not to push his luck.
But how could he control himself?
Human rationality is too fragile, and it can be burned to ashes with just a little passion.
Not wanting Ren Zhong to notice the change in his body, he leaned in and continued kissing from the corner of his lips. He kissed his fingers as they slid from Ren Zhong’s neck to the hollow of his collarbone.
In that moment, Zhang Qingyuan desperately wanted to leave a hickey on that wheat-colored skin.
Like a mark that didn’t land on the gland.
In a flash, a great force pushed Zhang Qingyuan away, sending him spinning halfway before he landed on the bed with a bewildered look.
“Sucking on someone’s neck like that can be fatal,” Ren Zhong said, covering his own neck with a very serious expression.
He explained, “Your hand was pressing on the left side of my neck, and you were trying to suck on the right side. This can cause both of my carotid sinuses to be compressed simultaneously. It doesn’t take much force to cause instant death.”
The four words “instant death” sent a chill down Zhang Qingyuan’s spine.
He was filled with a sense of dread.
If the other person hadn’t stopped him, a murder might have occurred tonight.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Thank goodness you stopped me in time.” He instinctively moved a few feet away from Ren Zhong, afraid to touch him for a moment.
But the camera was still on, and the AI was still analyzing their behavior. They had to complete the act.
“Then… theoretically, where is a safer place to leave a hickey?” Zhang Qingyuan asked awkwardly.
After a brief thought, Ren Zhong replied, “If you really want to avoid any risk of improper operation… the only place left is the heel.”
“Heel?!” Zhang Qingyuan was speechless for a moment.
Indeed, it was the safest place, but also the least sexy.
Zhang Qingyuan wanted to retreat. “Then maybe we should forget it…”
Although he said “forget it,” his eyes inadvertently lingered on Ren Zhong’s chest muscles and couldn’t move away.
The clear contours, the full shape, it seemed to contain endless power that could explode at any time.
He couldn’t help but think: a chest so well-trained would bounce when flexed, and it must feel soft and firm when relaxed, right?
It wasn’t until he met Ren Zhong’s questioning gaze that he was jolted awake from his lustful trance.
Zhang Qingyuan quickly shook his head, trying to get all those thoughts out of his mind.
They were only a couple in name. He couldn’t disrespect Ren Zhong by having such thoughts. He should have basic respect for him, not be influenced by pheromones and let his imagination run wild.
But sometimes, the more you tell yourself not to think about something, the more your mind races with those thoughts. The more you try to suppress something, the more you lose control. It’s like a wild horse or a dying struggle.
In this vicious cycle, Zhang Qingyuan felt an increasing ache.
“What about that thing of yours? How are you going to deal with it?” Ren Zhong gave Zhang Qingyuan a meaningful look.
With that last movement, Zhang Qingyuan’s prominently raised “flag” had been exposed.
Zhang Qingyuan: “…”
Tonight, awkwardness was branded into every single one of Zhang Qingyuan’s mitochondria.
He couldn’t speak, and Ren Zhong couldn’t think of anything to say either.
The AI monitoring was still on, and they couldn’t just have an awkward silence.
Ren Zhong put his arm around Zhang Qingyuan’s shoulder under the blanket and whispered in his ear, “How about you ‘self-produce and self-sell’ that sea salt cream foam here tonight?”
The pheromones had unleashed the wildness and instincts hidden deep within him. Tonight, Ren Zhong also seemed a little different than usual, and even his most ordinary actions took on a hazy color.
…
After releasing their desire, they became sober.
They deliberately avoided each other’s gaze, silently washing up and returning to their respective rooms to rest.
Perhaps, at the time, that chaotic night felt awkward and embarrassing, mixed with a little bit of clumsy excitement and a pounding heart.
But in reality, when they thought back to this imperfect night, what they would remember most was that kiss and the room filled with the scent of sandalwood and chamomile.