What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: A Shameful Little Secret

Qi Yan carried the suitcase into the master bedroom and said to Song Cun,

“Is it alright if you sleep here? I’ll stay in the guest room next door.”

Song Cun nodded without any objections—as long as they weren’t sharing a bed, that was enough.
Just earlier, after catching even the faintest whiff of Qi Yan’s pheromones, his mind had gone fuzzy. That sense of losing control terrified him.

When he noticed Qi Yan walking close, Song Cun instinctively covered the back of his neck—even though there was already a suppression patch stuck there.

An alpha wearing a special wristband, plus a suppression patch, and he still can’t control his pheromones?

He asked directly, “Does your gland really have a problem?”

Qi Yan assumed Song Cun had caught a whiff of his pheromones again and quickly tightened his grip over the back of his neck.

“Yeah… My pheromones are a bit unstable.”

“Oh,” Song Cun replied.
“Then control them a little better.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he realized it was a dumb thing to say. If Qi Yan could control it, he wouldn’t need both a wristband and a patch.

“And… what if you can’t control it?” Song Cun asked with suspicion.

Qi Yan set down the suitcase, stepped out of the master bedroom, and gave a small smile to Song Cun, who was leaning on the doorway.

“I’ll control it. Don’t worry.”

He added, “You must be tired today. Rest early. If you need anything, just call me—I’m right next door.”

Song Cun closed the door and looked around the master bedroom. It was clear this space had been meticulously decorated by Qi Yan as their wedding room—even the lighting was a warm, cozy yellow.

When Qi Yan was decorating this room, he probably didn’t expect Song Cun would ask to sleep separately.

“Too bad! He’s the one who chose me!”

Feeling irritated, he opened his suitcase, grabbed his pajamas, and took a quick shower.

While washing up, he noticed the sink had a pair of neatly placed toothbrushes and cups. When he looked up again, there were two identical towels hanging on the rack.

He grabbed one and started roughly drying his hair.

Just then, someone knocked at the door.

With his half-damp, messy chicken-nest hair, he opened the door.

“What do you want?” he grumbled, towel slung over his shoulder, frowning at Qi Yan standing outside.

Qi Yan visibly froze for a second.

“Crap!” Song Cun instinctively tried to slam the door shut.

This was beyond embarrassing. He had lived alone for so long that he’d gotten used to wearing cartoon pajamas to bed.
Seeing Qi Yan’s stunned expression made him suddenly realize—He was wearing a full Doraemon pajama set.

Just as the door was about to close, a long, clean hand reached in and stopped it.

Song Cun’s eyes dropped to that hand. A gap remained in the doorway. He mumbled, “I said we’re sleeping in separate rooms. You’re not trying to weasel your way in, are you?”

Qi Yan chuckled softly, “Cun Cun, I’m not.”

Song Cun shrank behind the door at the sound of his laugh.

“What are you laughing at? Stop laughing!”

But Qi Yan wasn’t at all intimidated by his grumpy tone. In fact, he even wanted to reach out and fix the crooked collar of Song Cun’s pajama top, maybe even smooth down that wild tuft of hair.

He curled his fingers, holding back the urge.

“I just thought… you look really cute. That’s all.”

Song Cun glared at him,

“If there’s nothing else, I’m going to sleep.”

Qi Yan said gently, “I already got an injection just now. You won’t smell my pheromones.”

“You came just to tell me that?” Song Cun found it ridiculous.
“Even if I couldn’t smell your pheromones, I still wouldn’t let you sleep in the same room as me.”

“That’s not it.” Qi Yan continued,
“I’ll be sleeping in a bit tomorrow, so I probably won’t have time to cook breakfast…”

“So what?” Song Cun cut in.
“You just like sleeping in, don’t you? I’m not exactly a morning person either. Sleep as much as you want. And you’re not my housekeeper—I never asked you to cook for me. If I’m hungry, I’ll order takeout.”

Qi Yan waited until he was done, then said,

“Takeout here takes a long time. If you get hungry, just ask the house robot to cook. Make sure to eat your meals on time. Don’t skip any.”

“Yeah, yeah. You sound like an old lady nagging,” Song Cun said dismissively.

But deep inside, there was a strange feeling.

In all his life, no one had ever cared this much about whether he ate properly. He didn’t even know how to react.

“Anything else? If not, I’m going to sleep,” Song Cun yawned exaggeratedly, acting super sleepy.

“Dry your hair before bed,” Qi Yan said softly, pulling his hand away from the door.
“Goodnight, Cun Cun.”

Bam— Song Cun shut the door, cutting off Qi Yan’s tenderness.

He could feel the glands at the back of his neck swelling, getting warm. Just one more look from Qi Yan, or one more word from him, and his pheromones might start leaking.

That would be dangerous.

This damned world ruled by pheromones.

He rushed to his suitcase, pulled out another suppression patch, stuck it on, and then dove into bed, wrapping himself up tightly.

That tightly cocooned feeling brought him a fleeting sense of security.

He’d grown up like this.
No one ever comforted him, so he learned to comfort himself.

That night, Song Cun tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Eventually, he gave up and got out of bed to memorize his script. He studied until he started feeling sleepy again, then curled up with his thumb pressed to his lips.

In his sleep, Song Cun unconsciously sucked on his thumb.

It was a bad habit he’d never managed to break—and one that filled him with shame.

Because of unmet oral needs during early childhood, he’d grown up unconsciously relying on sucking his thumb to self-soothe.

Before he had differentiated into an omega, he once had a nightmare. In the dream, he was dating an omega who discovered his thumb-sucking habit while he slept, laughed at him, and then broke up with him.

After waking up, Song Cun made a silent vow:
He’d never fall in love in this lifetime.
He’d never share a bed with anyone.
That way, no one would ever discover this shameful secret.

But what he didn’t know was…

One day, not long from now, he would be curled up in an alpha’s arms, sucking on the alpha’s finger, unwilling to let go…