What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Exchanging Pheromones

The room was filled with a thick scent of pheromones. As Qi Yan shut the door behind him, he quickly strode toward the bed.

On the bed, the pillows, quilt, and a few pieces of clothing had been bunched together into a circle, like a little nest.

Qi Yan knelt on one knee by the bed and saw Song Cun curled up inside, eyes tightly shut, lying on his side with his knees bent and arms hugging himself, his body trembling slightly.

Heart aching, Qi Yan pulled Song Cun gently into his arms, softly patting his back in comfort.

“Cun Cun, I’m here.”

Song Cun’s face was flushed unnaturally, and his right thumb had deep teeth marks from being bitten. When he heard Qi Yan call his name, his damp eyelashes fluttered slightly.

It seemed he had smelled something familiar. Song Cun half-opened his eyes and weakly murmured, “Qi Yan…”

“Mm, I’m here.”

Song Cun’s tone was aggrieved, “Why did you take so long…”

His pitiful expression and voice made Qi Yan’s heart twist with pain. He hugged him tighter and gently apologized, “I’m sorry. I made my baby wait too long…”

“I’m mad… gonna bite you… bite your finger…”

“Okay, Cun Cun can bite my finger.”
Qi Yan brushed aside Song Cun’s sweat-drenched bangs.
“You’re not feeling well, right? Let me wipe your sweat first, okay?”

Song Cun was a bit obedient now.

“Wipe first… then I can bite?”

“Yes,” Qi Yan coaxed softly.
“Our Cun Cun is the best.”

He carefully tucked Song Cun back into bed, pulled the blanket over him, and then quickly went to the bathroom to wring out a warm towel. Returning to the bed, he half-lifted Song Cun up in his arms.

The warm towel gently wiped across Song Cun’s fair and delicate skin. Qi Yan’s movements were gentle and slow.

After wiping the sweat from his face and neck, Qi Yan took out a suppressant patch from the bag and carefully applied it to Song Cun’s neck. Then he placed a cooling patch on his forehead.

During the first half of the night, Song Cun was relatively calm. Under Qi Yan’s meticulous care, he gradually drifted off to sleep, though he didn’t forget to bite Qi Yan’s finger—just like those few nights before.

In the latter half of the night, Song Cun started to stir again.

Perhaps because he was a late bloomer, the suppressant patch didn’t seem to work well on him.

Qi Yan had no choice but to coax him into taking an injection.

But Song Cun reacted strongly, clinging to Qi Yan’s neck and refusing to let him move.

“No injection! Don’t want an injection!”

“No injection, Cun Cun doesn’t want a shot…”
The omega’s choked, tearful voice was incredibly heartbreaking.

When Song Cun was little, he once had a high fever. His parents barely cared, and in the end it was the nanny who couldn’t bear it and took him to the hospital for an injection.

He was just a child, scared of pain, and during the struggle, the needle broke. Ever since, Song Cun had been terrified of injections.

“Okay, okay, no shots, we won’t do the injection.”
Qi Yan gently ran his fingers through Song Cun’s hair, heart melting with helpless tenderness.

Hearing that there would be no injection, Song Cun finally stopped crying.

Qi Yan cupped Song Cun’s chin and was about to wipe away his tears when suddenly, Song Cun leaned in and pressed his lips against Qi Yan’s.

Qi Yan froze. He hadn’t expected Song Cun to reach for him like this.

It was like a thirsty traveler stumbling upon water after a long drought.

Desperate. Intense. Reckless.

In that moment—Qi Yan couldn’t hold back anymore. He hugged Song Cun tightly and began exchanging pheromones with him.

All the fears he’d had—worrying that Song Cun would be angry when he woke up, afraid that he himself might lose control—vanished in that instant.

Who could resist Song Cun at this moment?

Qi Yan couldn’t!

He cupped the back of Song Cun’s head, and soon turned from passive to active. The kiss, which had started out rough, gradually softened into something gentle and soothing.

As Qi Yan’s calming pheromones spread through his mouth, Song Cun’s agitated state slowly began to ease.

Meanwhile, Chen Jie couldn’t sleep.

He had been in the entertainment industry for years and thought he had seen it all, but what he’d stumbled upon tonight shook him to the core.

The aloof, arrogant, independent Song Cun—idolized by fans as the “ultimate omega fantasy”—wasn’t even an alpha?!

And the Qi Yan he called, the one who came rushing over without a second thought, was the CEO of Qi Group, a powerhouse in the business world.

More importantly, Song Cun’s relationship with him didn’t seem ordinary—during such a sensitive time, he had asked to contact Qi Yan right away. And Qi Yan… had actually rushed over immediately.

Song Cun had actually latched onto a sugar daddy of this level?!

Damn!

Damn!!

The next morning.

Chen Jie didn’t dare knock on Song Cun’s door right away, so he called him instead.

The first call went unanswered. But Chen Jie had no choice but to try again—Song Cun had a scene scheduled at 10 a.m., and he couldn’t afford to delay the shoot.

Just as he was debating whether to knock on the door directly, the call connected.

“Hello.”
The voice on the other end was low and slightly hoarse—definitely not Song Cun’s.

Chen Jie instantly realized, “H-hello… President Qi? Is… is Cun-ge okay? He has a shoot at 10 this morning…”

“Mm, I know. I’ll wake him up shortly.”

Chen Jie: !!!

“Then I—I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Afraid of being a bother, Chen Jie quickly hung up.

In the room.

Qi Yan looked down at the person in his arms.

Soft bangs fell across his forehead, delicate eyelids shut tight, and that small face rested sweetly against Qi Yan’s chest, sleeping soundly.

Well… at least his face looked sweet.

Lower down, one of Song Cun’s hands was wrapped around Qi Yan’s waist, and a leg was hooked over his thigh. He was clinging to him like an octopus.

Qi Yan chuckled softly. He couldn’t bear to wake him yet, so he quietly placed the phone on the nightstand.

Song Cun stirred a little and rubbed his eyes, clearly still sleepy. He nuzzled against Qi Yan’s chest in a daze, unwilling to part from the warmth.

After a while, he slowly blinked open his eyes.

And the first thing he saw… were Qi Yan’s deep, glimmering black eyes.