What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Bad Qi Yan

The omega, eyes red and brimming with tears, clung to Qi Yan’s collar and sobbed, trying his hardest to get closer to the alpha’s gland—that was where the pheromones he craved came from.

“Don’t wear it, take it off, take it off…”

His foggy mind still knew: as long as he could tear off that suppressant patch, he’d be able to smell more of Qi Yan’s pheromones.

But right now, he didn’t have much strength. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t rip it off.

“Let me smell it…” he said with such grievance in his tone.

Qi Yan’s fingers gently traced the reddened corners of Song Cun’s eyes. His lips brushed against the back of Song Cun’s hand as he whispered hoarsely:

“Be good, Cun-cun… I don’t want you to regret this when you wake up…”

Tonight was destined to be a long night for both of them. Whether lucid or dazed, they were each suffering in their own way.

In the second half of the night.

The suppressant patch on Song Cun’s gland was completely soaked through, barely effective anymore. When Qi Yan tried to get up and retrieve a fresh one, Song Cun wouldn’t let go. He cried softly, eyes red:

“Don’t go… please don’t go…”

Omegas during their heat were particularly fragile and insecure.

Since Qi Yan wouldn’t let him tear off the patch, Song Cun—tired from all the struggling—finally curled up quietly in his arms, sniffing the faint scent of his pheromones.

Qi Yan gently patted his back to comfort him.

“I’m not leaving, I’m just getting a new patch. Don’t be afraid, Cun-cun.”

Still, the omega wouldn’t let go. His arms tightly encircled Qi Yan’s waist, filled with grievance and discomfort. His alpha wouldn’t let him smell the pheromones, and now even wanted to leave him.

“Hold me. Qi Yan, hold me…”

Qi Yan was a little surprised. He cupped Song Cun’s face and looked into his eyes.

“Cun-cun, you recognize me?”

“Qi Yan… my fragrant Qi Yan… I want cuddles…” he murmured, then buried his little face in Qi Yan’s chest again, as if afraid he’d leave.

Qi Yan’s heart instantly melted.

“Okay. Qi Yan will hold you.”

There was a brief sensation of weightlessness. Song Cun’s arms wrapped around Qi Yan’s neck as Qi Yan lifted him, holding him face to face.

With one arm holding Song Cun, Qi Yan searched through the medicine box in the living room for a new suppressant patch.

Suddenly, a wave of warmth hit his neck. Qi Yan froze, almost losing his grip.

He looked down—Song Cun’s lips were pressed against the side of his neck, right next to the gland.

“Cun-cun… don’t…”

Qi Yan raised his hand to stop him—but Song Cun suddenly bit him, making Qi Yan grunt softly from the pain.

Song Cun touched the mark he’d just left with his teeth, then lifted his head, amber eyes looking up at Qi Yan in a daze.

“Marked you… Qi Yan is mine…”

Qi Yan couldn’t help but plant a gentle kiss on Song Cun’s face, smiling indulgently.

“Mm. Cun-cun marked me. Will you take responsibility for me from now on?”

Song Cun nodded, his little head filled only with thoughts of pheromones. To him, “taking responsibility” meant giving Qi Yan his pheromones.

He raised his small hand, tugging a few times before managing to peel off the wet suppressant patch on the back of his neck.

“My pheromones… for Qi Yan.”

Qi Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He rested his chin on the top of Song Cun’s head.

“Cun-cun, don’t tempt me…”

For an omega to say they wanted to give their pheromones to an alpha—it was equivalent to offering themselves up.

Even though Song Cun was clearly not in his right mind, the temptation was still overwhelming for Qi Yan.

Suddenly, the person in his arms grew aggrieved again and began pounding on his chest.

“But Qi Yan won’t give me his pheromones…”

He remembered again that his alpha wouldn’t let him smell them.

Song Cun looked up, eyelashes damp with tears, his tiny fists pounding Qi Yan’s chest as he sniffled and cried:

“Qi Yan’s bad. Bad Qi Yan!”

Qi Yan’s eyes filled with heartache.

“It’s my fault…”

He spoke gently:

“Once you really like me… then I’ll let you smell them, okay?”

Song Cun shook his head.

“I do like you. I already like you. You smell so good…”

Qi Yan’s eyes shifted slightly. He caressed Song Cun’s face with his fingertips, voice tender as water.

“Just wait a little longer, okay, Cun-cun?”

This wasn’t just for Song Cun—it was something he needed to say to himself, too.

Just wait a little longer… wait until Song Cun truly accepts me…

But in this moment, Song Cun didn’t want to wait, and he didn’t understand why he had to.

“No waiting. No waiting… Cun-cun feels awful…”

He lowered his head, inching closer to Qi Yan’s neck again. His little hands struggled to tear at the suppressant patch stuck firmly to the gland, but he couldn’t get it off. He had to rely on the faint scent of pheromones to calm his restless body.

Song Cun cried and fussed for a while longer before finally quieting down. Qi Yan found the new patch, carried Song Cun back to the bedroom, and laid him on the bed.

Song Cun clung to him, so Qi Yan had no choice but to lie down with him, reapplying the suppressant patch.

Maybe it was discomfort, but Song Cun wriggled in his arms, adjusting his position. Finally, his lips moved away from the reddened skin on Qi Yan’s neck.

Qi Yan looked down and saw the little one in his arms sleeping peacefully, eyes closed. He looked so well-behaved—except for his little mouth, which was still slightly moving. The next second, it brushed toward Qi Yan’s neck again.

But this time, not toward the side of his neck—it landed on the raised collarbone.

Tonight, Song Cun had given Qi Yan many surprises.

And it made him suffer greatly holding back.

Qi Yan sighed softly, suppressing his urges, and gently kissed Song Cun’s forehead.

“Cun-cun… my Cun-cun…”