What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Then… How Long Do We Have to Kiss…

The omega’s tempting gland was right in front of him.

There was hardly an alpha in the world who could resist an omega voluntarily offering up their gland—biting and marking it was an alpha’s instinct.

If Song Cun hadn’t been this forward, Qi Yan would’ve honestly thought his ears were malfunctioning.

His omega had just asked him to mark him.

His Cun Cun had asked to be marked by him.

A rush of indescribable joy surged in Qi Yan’s heart, but his rationality was barely holding on.

He vividly remembered not too long ago, Song Cun had looked aggrieved and disgusted, ordering him, “Don’t you dare mark me!”

His first reaction now was to wonder—was Song Cun going into a surprise rut again, influenced by pheromones?

But the smooth, exposed gland in front of him showed no redness or swelling—so it couldn’t be that.

Qi Yan’s gaze darkened, restraining his body’s overwhelming urge with great effort. He gently lifted Song Cun’s flushed face, voice hoarse as he asked:

“Cun Cun, what’s wrong? Why are you…”

Song Cun was so red he looked like he might bleed from embarrassment.
And Qi Yan—he was still asking why?

He had no idea how long Song Cun had mentally prepared himself for this moment—how much courage it took just to say those words aloud.

He thought that as long as he asked, Qi Yan would be like always—willing to do anything for him without question.

But instead of responding, Qi Yan was asking why?

What was there to ask?

“Forget it if you don’t want to!”

Feeling like his pride had been trampled, Song Cun pushed himself up in shame and frustration, trying to get off Qi Yan.

The next second, the world spun.

Their positions flipped.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.”

Outside, the torrential rain beat loudly against the windows—but Qi Yan’s voice still rang clearly in Song Cun’s ears.

Qi Yan held him tightly, eyes locked on his, the depth of them tinged with a faint flush.

How could he not want to? He wanted it so badly it hurt.

He wanted to truly possess Song Cun—to make him his, to mark him, to stay by his side for a lifetime.

He lowered his head and kissed Song Cun’s forehead.

Underneath him, Song Cun lay stiff and nervous, feeling the trail of kisses Qi Yan left behind.

Between his brows, his eyelids, the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose—each place kissed with a reverence reserved for precious works of art.

“Cun Cun… I want to.”
Qi Yan’s voice was hoarse, deep, and unsteady.

Just one sentence, and Song Cun’s heart skipped uncontrollably.

Unconsciously gripping the bedsheet, Song Cun looked into Qi Yan’s dark eyes—eyes that reflected his own face back at him in the dim glow.

Right now, there was no one else in Qi Yan’s eyes but him.

The feeling was strange, delicate—so much so that a greedy thought flickered through Song Cun’s mind:

He wanted to be the only one in Qi Yan’s eyes.
Now—and always.

“But I can’t… not right now.”
Qi Yan’s gaze darkened a little.

Song Cun’s heart, which had been pounding wildly, plummeted.
That fleeting spark of emotion—like a fragile sprout just emerging—was crushed and battered back into the soil by a sudden downpour.

Had Qi Yan changed his mind?

Had those earlier declarations of affection finally faded with the novelty?

Then why had he just kissed him so tenderly?

“Were you just messing with me earlier?!”

Angry and humiliated, Song Cun shoved Qi Yan away—but Qi Yan held him fast.

“No, Cun Cun—”
Qi Yan whispered beside his ear, fearing that Song Cun wouldn’t let him explain.

“Then explain.”

Seeing that Song Cun had stopped struggling, Qi Yan slowed his speech.

“If I mark you now… I might hurt you.”

“Why?”
Song Cun blinked, then reached out to touch the custom wristband on Qi Yan’s wrist.
“Is it because of your pheromone disorder?”

“Mm.”
Qi Yan took the small hand in his and gently stroked it.
“I still can’t fully control my pheromones. If they fluctuate too much during marking… your body might not be able to handle it.”

Qi Yan had been calmly stating the facts, but to Song Cun’s ears, the phrasing sounded… off.

Especially when Qi Yan said, “You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Song Cun’s ears instantly burned.

How was he supposed to respond to that?!

He couldn’t just blurt out, “It’s fine! I can take it!”—could he?!

So he quickly changed the topic.

“Then… what did the doctor say? Can it be cured?”

Qi Yan looked at him seriously for a few seconds, then said,

“It can—but it’ll take time.”

“But I’m in a hurry…”
Song Cun muttered under his breath.

He was due on set next month. He couldn’t afford to have another incident like last time.

He hadn’t meant to say it loud, but Qi Yan still heard him.

Without questioning why Song Cun was in a rush, Qi Yan offered a glimmer of hope:

“There’s another way. It won’t cure me instantly, but it can temporarily stabilize my condition.”

Song Cun’s eyes lit up.

“What way—?”

The next moment—

Qi Yan lowered his head and kissed him, cutting him off mid-sentence.

It was rare for Qi Yan to be so impulsive—but those bright eyes looking up at him shattered the self-restraint he’d been clinging to for so long.

Though startled at first, Song Cun didn’t push him away once he realized what was happening.

A hot, lingering kiss on a rainy night, fingers clutching at pajama fabric, breathes mingling in a haze of warmth.

After a while, Qi Yan finally let go, leaving Song Cun panting heavily in his arms.

“Y-You mean… that method?”
Song Cun was still catching his breath, voice broken and unsteady.

“Mm.”
Qi Yan’s breathing had evened slightly.
“The pheromones in our saliva can help calm each other. But it takes time.”

“Oh…”
Song Cun was already a little dazed from the kiss.
“How long is a little time? Was just now enough?”

“Not yet.”
Qi Yan leaned in again.

“T-Then… how long do we have to kiss…?”
Song Cun’s breathing went erratic again.

“The longer, the better,”
Qi Yan murmured against his lips.
“Until I can fully control my pheromones.”

“So… mm… are you practicing pheromone control now?”

“Mm.”
Qi Yan’s voice was low and husky.
“I’m not very good at it… might take a while…”

Not very good at it?
Song Cun, dazed and tangled in Qi Yan’s kisses, could barely think anymore.

But the cedar-tinged strawberry pheromone in his mouth smelled really nice.

If pheromones were meant to soothe each other… maybe they weren’t so scary after all.
That was the thought lingering in Song Cun’s mind before he fell asleep.