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This was Lin Xiangqi’s first time proactively kissing Lu Cong.

Although he didn’t know why, he just did it. When he kissed, there was no shyness or hesitation; he just went for a bite.

The drastic ups and downs in his mood over a few hours made Lin Xiangqi unable to think about many problems. All his reactions now leaned more towards instinct—

He would unconsciously make the promise to live and die with Lu Cong.

He would also let his body instinctively draw closer to the other person before his mind even clarified what kissing meant.

However, Lu Cong was much taller than him, and he was wearing a neat uniform. The thick military boots further elevated Lu Cong’s already tall stature to a position Lin Xiangqi found hard to reach.

Lin Xiangqi had to jump to touch Lu Cong’s lips, and he was quite annoyed.

And Lin Xiangqi wasn’t someone who would force himself if he couldn’t reach. After jumping twice and finding it tiring, he stopped.

He directly grabbed Lu Cong’s collar, tugged it, and said, “Lower your head a bit.”

Lu Cong seemed not to have reacted to Lin Xiangqi wanting to kiss him, staring at Lin Xiangqi for a long time. The usually calm, composed, and effortless man now became clumsy like a teenager experiencing his first crush.

It wasn’t until he felt Lin Xiangqi losing patience and about to push him away that he belatedly tightened his embrace.

Then, because the web of his hand gripped that slender waist too hard, hurting the person in his arms, Lin Xiangqi slapped him on the back of his hand.

Lu Cong slowly blinked, loosened his grip, but still held on tightly.

This time he remembered and began to lower his head.

Lu Cong’s brows and eyes had shed the fierce, life-and-death aura he had when executing criminals, leaving only infinite soft submission, as if even if Lin Xiangqi wanted his life at this moment, he would be willing.

Lin Xiangqi forgave his slow reaction, hooked Lu Cong’s neck, and gave him a solid kiss.

Without any technique, unrelated to pheromones or treatment, this kiss came without warning but was extremely pure.

It was just two people getting uncontrollably close due to an excessive attachment and cherishment of each other, a physical craving for intimacy.

At first, Lin Xiangqi took the initiative to approach, biting and kissing Lu Cong’s lips. Lu Cong patiently waited for him to go further, only to find that Lin Xiangqi seemed stuck at a certain point—he didn’t seem to know how to kiss deeper.

So after a moment, the lead of the kiss fell back into Lu Cong’s hands. He cradled Lin Xiangqi’s waist with one hand and cupped the back of Lin Xiangqi’s head with the other. His lips and tongue entered the other’s warm, moist mouth, finally getting the temperature he most desired.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint, sweet scent began to permeate the air.

Alphas were extremely sensitive to Omega pheromones, so Lu Cong noticed the anomaly almost instantly. But Lin Xiangqi didn’t seem to realize that he was secreting an irresistible, enchanting scent to Alphas. He remained completely defenseless, mouth open to the invasion, his body soft and yielding to his Alpha’s control.

In fact, even without any pheromones, Lu Cong could lose control at any moment and completely devour the Omega in his arms.

What’s more, Lin Xiangqi’s pheromones were right in his nostrils; a single breath was enough to snap Lu Cong’s rational nerves.

It was almost impossible to remain rational and do nothing else but kiss in such a situation.

When he was pushed away, Lin Xiangqi had a bewildered look on his face.

He felt a little wronged, probably because Lu Cong had never pushed him away like this before, especially during such an intimate moment.

Before he could figure out what Lu Cong meant, he saw Lu Cong pull out a dagger from somewhere. The sharp blade seemed about to pierce his own gland almost immediately.

“Lu Cong, what are you…?”

Lin Xiangqi was startled by Lu Cong’s action.

He didn’t even have time to think about why Lu Cong wanted to stab his gland with a knife, nor could he consider if he himself would get hurt. He instinctively reached out to block him.

Fortunately, Lu Cong reacted quickly; the blade retracted the moment Lin Xiangqi’s hand reached out.

His eyes were terrifyingly blood-red, like a wild beast on the verge of losing control, enduring the restless throbbing pain in his gland. He pushed Lin Xiangqi away, swallowed a burning sensation, and his voice was extremely hoarse: “Yan Yan, get out.”

“I’m not leaving.” Lin Xiangqi frowned, deliberately walking closer to him, “What’s wrong? You seem off.”

Lu Cong suppressed his emotions and said, “Your pheromones are overflowing. I’ll be affected.”

He said it lightly, not telling Lin Xiangqi that this influence had grown to an uncontrollable degree. He was afraid of doing something he shouldn’t.

In such a good atmosphere, they should have had a warm conclusion tonight, and Lu Cong didn’t want to ruin it all.

Lin Xiangqi belatedly raised his hand and covered his gland, asking somewhat helplessly, “Then what should I do?”

The pheromone overflow was too sudden; Lin Xiangqi hadn’t yet learned how to control his gland.

“Lu, it’s nothing. Go find Tang Zhe for me.”

“Okay, then you wait.”

His pheromones, so he didn’t dare to linger. Hearing Lu Cong’s words, he immediately ran out.

Lin Xiangqi waited guiltily outside the isolation ward.

He heard Tang Zhe say that Lu Cong’s gland hadn’t been this out of control in a long time. It was probably because their compatibility was too high, which caused Lu Cong to be so severely affected in such a short period.

Lin Xiangqi asked Tang Zhe, “How is he now?”

Tang Zhe looked at the youthful, naive face before him, which seemed incapable of bearing any pressure, and couldn’t help but reassure him with meaningless words: “It’s nothing. The Major General is in good health, and his gland is powerful. Occasional loss of control won’t cause problems.”

He wasn’t being perfunctory, because Lu Cong’s pheromone loss of control usually only harmed others, not himself.

But Lin Xiangqi asked again, “Will it hurt him?”

Tang Zhe was stunned: “Hurt?”

What a strange word.

A word completely unrelated to Major General Lu Cong. He recalled his few years of working here; he had never heard Lu Cong utter a word like “pain.”

To most people who knew Lu Cong, he was an existence beyond ordinary humans, like an indestructible, copper-walled, iron-fortified being. Even when shot through with bullets or had bones severed on the battlefield, he was never heard to complain of pain.

Coupled with his powerful self-healing ability, everyone had long become accustomed to ignoring the fact that he too was a flesh-and-blood being.

Now, being asked this question by Lin Xiangqi, Tang Zhe began to ponder the matter.

“If it were an ordinary Alpha, with this kind of gland problem, it would probably hurt,” Tang Zhe believed he was speaking conservatively.

Lin Xiangqi then said, “Then Lu Cong must be in pain too. Do you have any painkillers or anesthetic? Give him some.”

Tang Zhe chuckled, “The Major General isn’t an ordinary person.”

Lin Xiangqi didn’t respond to him, just stared at him intently, his tone suddenly growing cold, and said, “I asked if you have painkillers. If you do, give them to him.”

“…Yes, yes.”

Tang Zhe felt an inexplicable chill down his spine, not daring to be perfunctory anymore. After speaking, he took out the analgesic. “I’ll take it to the Major General now.”

Although Lu Cong might not use it, Tang Zhe didn’t dare not to give it.

Otherwise, Lin Xiangqi’s gaze would tear him to shreds.

He couldn’t believe it; he actually saw a hint of the Major General’s shadow on that beautiful, completely unaggressive face—

It must be an illusion.

Lin Xiangqi also had a blood draw.

Tang Zhe believed his gland was developing better and faster than expected, and perhaps the treatment progress could be advanced.

Lin Xiangqi had always left the treatment matters to Lu Cong. He didn’t know what “advanced progress” meant, so he asked, “Advance what?”

Tang Zhe pursed his lips, remembering the Major General’s previous instructions, and instinctively swallowed all the words he shouldn’t say: “This needs to be discussed with the Major General before I can tell you.”

Lin Xiangqi was puzzled: “What’s wrong with telling me directly?”

Tang Zhe showed a pained smile and said, “You’re still quite young. Some things, if I tell you directly, it’s a bit inappropriate. It’s best to let the Major General explain it to you.”

Lin Xiangqi didn’t actually care so much about who explained it to him; he was more concerned about Tang Zhe’s evaluation of him.

“Who are you calling young?” Lin Xiangqi scrunched up his face, his displeasure written in his eyes. “I’m an adult already.” 

Tang Zhe: “Okay, okay.”

Children usually liked to emphasize that they were grown up; he understood that very well.

Lin Xiangqi: “…”

Was eighteen really that young?

Lin Xiangqi pondered this question all night while Lu Cong waited for his gland to calm down.

He thought he was a relatively smart person, with good learning abilities and strong adaptability. Among 18-year-olds, he could thrive, and even compared to the 28-year-old Lu Cong, he was no less capable.

Since their reunion, he had carefully maintained his image, never doing anything too childish. In front of Dr. Tang Zhe, he deliberately adopted a calm and composed demeanor.

Why did others still think he was young?

What’s so young about him? He used to be the same age as Lu Cong.

Lu Cong’s condition recovered relatively quickly, and he was out of the isolation ward before dawn.

Tang Zhe reminded him that due to the influence of Omega pheromones, he might experience susceptibility symptoms soon. Considering Lu Cong’s pheromones were too powerful and he had been using suppressants for years, Tang Zhe assumed Lu Cong would also suppress them this time.

Tang Zhe: “If you don’t want to enter a susceptible period, then during this time, you’ll need to come to the medical center daily for suppressive intervention.”

Lu Cong didn’t give a definite response about whether he wanted the intervention, only saying he understood, then turned and left.

After just one night apart, Lu Cong almost didn’t recognize Lin Xiangqi.

Of course, that’s an exaggeration.

He could definitely recognize Lin Xiangqi at any time, but…

Lin Xiangqi’s changes overnight were indeed a bit significant.

“Yan Yan.”

Lu Cong leaned against the door, watching Lin Xiangqi meticulously groom himself in the mirror, feeling somewhat at a loss for words, “This is…?”

Lin Xiangqi had applied a lot of hair gel, and his hands were sticky. Seeing Lu Cong, he got nervous and messed up the neatly slicked-back hairstyle he had painstakingly created.

“You, get out, get out,” Lin Xiangqi shooed him away, “I’m doing my hair.”

Lu Cong: “What kind of hairstyle needs so much hair gel?”

Lin Xiangqi was a bit embarrassed and didn’t want to admit it was his first time styling his hair and he was clumsy, so he used too much. He could only stubbornly say, “Mind your own business about handsome guys.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Lu Cong walked over and subconsciously reached out to touch Lin Xiangqi’s hair, but all he felt was the stiff, hard texture of hair gel.

Lin Xiangqi: “…My hairstyle!”

Lu Cong stifled a laugh: “My apologies.”

Lin Xiangqi stomped his foot: “I spent so long on it!”

Just then, Lu Cong received a meeting request from the Security Bureau, requiring him to participate in the investigation meeting for yesterday’s new weapon explosion case.

Lu Cong said to Lin Xiangqi, “I’m going downstairs for a meeting, you…”

Lin Xiangqi: “I’m restyling my hair.”

Lu Cong: “You really want to style it?”

Lin Xiangqi glared at him: “Wasn’t I handsome just now?”

“Handsome,” Lu Cong said helplessly, “but, it doesn’t quite suit you.”

Lin Xiangqi muttered softly: “Mature men all wear slicked-back hair.”

Lu Cong thought he misheard: “…Hmm?”

“Nothing, go busy yourself.”

Lin Xiangqi had hair gel all over his hands and couldn’t touch Lu Cong, so he used his head to nudge Lu Cong out.

Lu Cong was a little worried. If he let Lin Xiangqi continue styling his hair, would the hair gel on his head become impossible to wash off over time? But seeing Lin Xiangqi’s enthusiasm, he indulged him anyway.

Lin Xiangqi washed his hair again but still couldn’t achieve a satisfactory style and eventually gave up. He sat in front of the mirror, contemplating something for a long time before finally leaving the bathroom.

A while later, Lin Xiangqi changed into a set of Lu Cong’s clothes.

Unlike the previous time he secretly wore Lu Cong’s shirt, this time he wore Lu Cong’s clothes from head to toe.

Lin Xiangqi felt that he only looked young because he wore childish clothes and had a high school student’s hairstyle.

Now, although his hair couldn’t be changed immediately, by wearing Lu Cong’s clothes, he didn’t look so young anymore; at least in his early twenties—at least that’s what he thought—the gap between him and Lu Cong should have narrowed a bit.

Lin Xiangqi was eager to show Lu Cong.

He remembered Lu Cong saying he was going downstairs for a meeting. He wondered if he was finished now?

Lin Xiangqi, holding up his overly wide pant legs, ran downstairs barefoot.

He was very cautious along the way, careful not to run into any staff working in the building. Fortunately, no one else used Lu Cong’s private elevator, and Lin Xiangqi successfully reached Lu Cong’s office.

However, the office was empty.

Lin Xiangqi guessed Lu Cong was probably still in the meeting room, and he couldn’t disturb him, so he turned to go back.

He didn’t know what was happening, but this time, waiting for the elevator took a while.

Logically, the only users of this elevator were Lu Cong and himself.

Lin Xiangqi was delighted, guessing that Lu Cong was coming up in the elevator.

He stood by the door, ready to give Lu Cong a surprise.

The door opened, and Lin Xiangqi extended his arms, showing himself off: “Am I handsome!”

The three people in the elevator stared at him.

Lin Xiangqi: “…”

Isn’t this a private elevator?! Why are there so many people!

Lin Xiangqi’s face visibly turned red. He turned around on the spot and bolted.

Just then, he was so careless, he stepped on his pant leg and almost tripped.

An arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him up.

Lu Cong chuckled softly, whispering in his ear, “Very handsome.”

Lin Xiangqi was so embarrassed he wanted to cry. He dared not look up, only hung his head and whispered, “…I didn’t know anyone else was there.”

“It’s not your problem, they just came at the wrong time.” Lu Cong fairly distinguished right from wrong. Noticing Lin Xiangqi showing signs of struggling, he simply picked him up directly, “Hold onto me, be careful not to fall.”

“…” The two Alliance diplomat and Security Bureau director in the elevator, who had just been discreetly slighted, exchanged glances.

Although they didn’t know who this suddenly appearing little Omega was, and they were very curious about Lu Cong’s uncharacteristic tenderness, they decided to remain silent.

After all, they hadn’t lived enough yet.

Lin Xiangqi’s embarrassment didn’t subside until dinner.

Although Lu Cong said that the meeting had ended long ago, and Lin Xiangqi hadn’t disturbed them, those two people had simply arrived uninvited.

But Lin Xiangqi was still sullen and downcast.

Lu Cong wrapped his arms around him and kissed the puffed-up flesh on his cheek: “Tell me, what happened today?”

“What are you asking about?” Lin Xiangqi rested his chin on Lu Cong’s shoulder, feeling somewhat listless.

“Why did you think of wearing my clothes?” Lu Cong said. “And this morning, you styled your hair like a ‘mature man,’ hmm?”

Lin Xiangqi’s ears were bright red: “Don’t talk about it, I just want to disappear into a crack in the ground.”

Lu Cong chuckled: “Is it a secret you can’t tell me?”

“Not exactly…”

Lin Xiangqi felt it was a bit difficult to articulate, but it wasn’t exactly a secret, though saying it might make Lu Cong think he was childish.

But he thought about it and decided to tell Lu Cong anyway.

He said, “I don’t want you to treat me like a child.”

Lu Cong raised an eyebrow: “I’m not.”

Lin Xiangqi didn’t believe him and listed Lu Cong’s various “crimes” of treating him like a child: “You always talk to me like you’re coaxing me, you don’t tell me what’s on your mind, and you don’t let me go out alone… Lu Cong, is it because in your heart, I’m the Lin Xiangqi from ten years ago, so you still think I haven’t grown up?”

At this point, Lin Xiangqi licked his dry lips and cut himself off, “Never mind, don’t answer. You’ll definitely just coax me again.”

He said沮丧 (frustratedly), “I shouldn’t have asked you anyway. I’ve thought about it, and I even think what I did today was very childish.”

Styling his hair and changing clothes wouldn’t change the fact that there was still a ten-year difference between them.

Lin Xiangqi regretted that he hadn’t grown up with Lu Cong.

If it were the 28-year-old him now, he would surely be very mature, not like this, getting sulky because someone treated him like a child.

The more he cared, the more he showed his insecurity.

Lin Xiangqi forced a smile, intending to change the subject: “You—”

Before he could utter a complete syllable, his lips were sealed.

Lu Cong leaned in, kissing him until he was breathless.

This kiss pulled Lin Xiangqi’s thoughts back to last night; he vaguely recalled the impulsive urge to proactively kiss Lu Cong.

His excessive concern about age wasn’t because he genuinely sought maturity, but because he wanted to narrow the gap with Lu Cong.

But why did he want to narrow the gap?

Lin Xiangqi’s eyelashes trembled, and in the ambiguity of intertwined lips and tongues, he unconsciously clutched Lu Cong’s clothes.

He seemed to know the reason.

After a while, Lu Cong finally loosened his soft tongue slightly, but his body pressed even closer.

“Lin Xiangqi, don’t wrong me.”

He deliberately slowed his tone, speaking with a smile, and unhurriedly said, “I wouldn’t kiss a child who hasn’t grown up.”