What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: I Want to Smell Your Pheromones

Qi Yan knocked on the door from outside.

“Cun-cun, are you okay… Can I come in?”

The sweet, sticky pheromones were spreading rapidly, so strong they were practically pouring out of the room.

The omega’s entire body was burning. His cheeks were flushed with an abnormal redness. His fingernails dug into his palms, and he’d already bitten his lower lip to the point of bleeding—clinging to the last shred of clarity.

“No… don’t come in…”

His voice trembled. Qi Yan felt a surge of both heartbreak and urgency.

“Cun-cun, I won’t do anything to you. Just let me in to check on you, okay?”

“No! You can’t come in—you’re not allowed in…”

Song Cun’s voice had already changed pitch, panicked and strained.

Qi Yan feared he might pass out in there, so he pushed the door open and entered.

A heavy wave of pheromones hit him instantly. The omega was wrapped tightly in a blanket, eyes shut, lips pressed together, his body shaking uncontrollably—curled up like a fragile little creature.

“Cun-cun…”

Qi Yan gently held him, his voice low and comforting.

“Don’t be afraid. The doctor will be here soon. You’re going to be okay.”

Song Cun’s consciousness was slipping. Muffled, pained whimpers escaped from his mouth.

…

Shen Xiangqing had just finished showering and was about to sleep when Qi Yan’s call came through.

He rubbed his temples. This newlywed couple really knows how to make trouble…

Qi Yan watched as Shen Xiangqing took out a syringe from the medical kit. He instinctively held the omega’s arm tighter.

“Does he have to get a shot?”

He didn’t mind injections when it was himself—but the thought of that needle going into Song Cun made him instinctively worry about the pain it would cause.

“Not necessarily,” Shen Xiangqing said, pushing up his glasses.
“You could just mark your omega. That’s basic s3x-ed.”

Seeing Qi Yan fall silent, he continued more bluntly:

“Your omega is probably experiencing his first heat. And he seems to be strongly resisting it, which is causing intense pheromone fluctuations. He’s likely in a lot of pain. His brain has triggered a self-protection mechanism—that’s why he’s passed out. Even with a suppressant, it’ll only help ease the symptoms a little.”

Shen Xiangqing hadn’t opened the suppressant yet. He seemed to be waiting for Qi Yan to decide.

“Give him the shot,” Qi Yan finally said.

In truth, it wasn’t a choice—because Song Cun would never accept being marked by him.

Sure enough, once the needle pierced his skin, Song Cun’s eyebrows furrowed tightly. He whimpered softly.

“It hurts… it hurts… no more… no more injections…”

Qi Yan worried he’d start struggling, so he held both of Song Cun’s hands, leaning down to softly soothe him.

“There, there, Cun-cun. Don’t be scared. It’ll be over soon…”

Shen Xiangqing, standing nearby, couldn’t understand why the two were acting so reserved. He wanted to ask: Are you two playing some kind of pure-love roleplay game?

That night, Song Cun drifted in and out of sleep. His consciousness never fully clear, and his body remained feverish.

Qi Yan barely slept. Every two hours, he changed the suppressant patches to ensure they wouldn’t lose effectiveness from the sweat.

The omega’s eyes stayed shut, his small mouth gently moving in sleep.

At this moment, Song Cun looked incredibly obedient—nothing like the aloof, distant persona he usually wore. The mouth that was always so sharp now looked like a delicate hook, tugging again and again at Qi Yan’s heart.

Qi Yan’s gaze lingered on his face, tracing every inch.

Snow-pale skin. Refined features. A tiny beauty mark under the outer corner of his right eye—barely noticeable, but once seen, impossible to ignore.

Qi Yan had admired this beautiful face many times on a high-definition screen. But in person, it was a hundred, no—a thousand times more captivating. Even when Song Cun was angry at him, he looked good.

Because he was right there, vivid and real.

Qi Yan felt a faint twitching from his own gland and immediately held himself back, instinctively keeping a little distance.

But Song Cun leaned into his arms, drawn by the subtle scent of an alpha’s pheromones.

A crisp cedarwood fragrance.

Like it. I really like it…

Song Cun nudged his head closer, nuzzling his small face into the crook of Qi Yan’s neck. There, the pheromones were slightly stronger. Though still faint, they gave him a deep sense of safety.

He sniffed gently at Qi Yan’s neck. The suppressant patch was securely in place, frustrating him. He reached out to pull it off.

“Cun-cun, you can’t…”

Qi Yan’s voice was low and rough. He raised his hand to stop the omega’s wandering fingers.

Song Cun’s hands were restrained. He opened his eyes, looking at Qi Yan with teary eyes—his face still dazed and childlike from just waking.

Qi Yan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“Be good and go to sleep, okay?”

“Pheromones… I want to smell them…”

Qi Yan tried desperately to keep his composure.

Song Cun wanted to smell his pheromones. But Qi Yan knew that right now, his mind wasn’t clear. When conscious, Song Cun clearly didn’t want to smell them.

Right now, he was confused.

But Qi Yan couldn’t pretend he didn’t know that.

He couldn’t take advantage of someone in such a state.

He didn’t want Song Cun to wake up and hate him even more—especially when Song Cun already loathed being controlled by pheromones.

“Cun-cun doesn’t like it…”

Qi Yan’s voice caught in his throat. His chest tightened with a wave of bitterness.

But upon hearing his refusal, Song Cun’s eyes filled with tears.

“I like it… let me smell it…”

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Author’s Note:
Dear reviewer, I’ve revised this chapter so many times… please let it pass this time…