Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 18

“You’re going to bed already?” Wang Bupo looked over at Fu Jing, who had just come out of the shower and was heading toward the bedroom. There was still a bit of cumin from the skewers clinging to the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” Fu Jing mumbled, not bothering to look back as he disappeared into his room.

Wang Bupo glanced at the time, took a big swig of beer, and grumbled under his breath, “Sleeping this early? It’s only eleven. There’s no class tomorrow, why’s he living like some seventy-year-old grandpa?”

He stayed in the living room until about one or two in the morning before that damned condition of his started acting up again. So after a quick shower, he slipped straight into Fu Jing’s bed.

Because of that stupid pheromone disorder, he’d been sleeping in Fu Jing’s room for a while now. Two grown men had even shared a tiny one-and-a-half-meter bed before, so an extra-large one wasn’t a problem. Still, Wang Bupo couldn’t wait for his illness to be cured so he could finally hog a whole bed to himself.

Normally, Wang Bupo slept like a rock. Unless something heavier than his dreams pressed down on him hard enough to crush them into pieces so heavy he couldn’t breathe, he wouldn’t wake up.

He blinked groggily in the dark, realizing that someone was leaning over him, almost like they were… sniffing him.

His hair stood on end.

A ghost? Sleep paralysis?!

Wait. He reached out a hand to the side empty.

Then the one hovering over him was.

“Fu Jing?”

He shoved the figure hard. Caught off guard, Fu Jing fell to the side. Wang Bupo shot up, reaching for the lamp switch and flicking it on.

The sudden light made his eyes sting. When his vision finally adjusted, he froze.

Fu Jing was kneeling beside him, his chest heaving slightly. Damp strands of hair and long lashes shadowed his dark, unfathomable eyes. Being pushed away had left him looking both fierce and strangely… hurt.

“What’s wrong with you?” Wang Bupo swallowed, unnerved by that intense gaze.

“Wife,” Fu Jing murmured, his lips parting slowly as he spoke the word.

“What?” Wang Bupo jolted fully awake. He shot a glance at the clock; it was 4:44 AM.

The pale light illuminated Fu Jing’s cool, almost translucent skin. His dark eyes and inky hair created such a sharp contrast that it made him look less human and more like some ghostly spirit painted in ink and white.

“Fu Jing, if you’re possessed or something, just blink twice,” Wang Bupo stammered, inching toward the edge of the bed. He stretched one leg down, toes hooking the slipper by the frame, ready to bolt any second.

Fu Jing tilted his head slightly, as if he didn’t understand what Wang Bupo was talking about.

“Wife,” he said again, moving closer, his hand reaching out to grab Wang Bupo’s.

“Whoa, hey!” Wang Bupo yanked his hand back, eyes wide as saucers. He clutched a pillow to his chest and pressed himself against the headboard. “Fu Jing, cut it out, this isn’t funny.”

But Fu Jing must have noticed his intent to run because his expression darkened, and he lunged forward.

Wang Bupo tried to swing a punch, but Fu Jing moved faster, seizing his wrist and pinning it above his head against the bed frame.

The more Wang Bupo struggled, the angrier Fu Jing seemed to get. His chest rose and fell sharply, the grip on Wang Bupo’s wrist tightening.

It wasn’t until Fu Jing flipped him over and ground his teeth against the blocker patch between them that Wang Bupo realized what was happening.

This crazy stat, he’d seen it before. It was the same as when he had lost control not long ago. The only difference was that Fu Jing’s wasn’t a rut.

It was an “in-heat period.”

Everything suddenly made sense.

Wang Bupo exhaled in relief. Thankfully, Fu Jing hadn’t ripped off his blocker patch. Otherwise, once those pheromones spilled out, they’d both lose control, and it wouldn’t just be his self-control that’d be sacrificed.