A Drunken Confession and a Secret Desire

An Ran’s pale skin was tinged with a flush, his thin lips slightly parted, and his eyes hazy. He was undeniably drunk, swaying precariously with every step; had Fu Zao not been supporting him, he would have collapsed long ago.

Just like after the previous celebration party, Fu Zao brought An Ran back to the dorms. However, due to An Ran’s Omega status, Fu Zao was not permitted to enter the A-zone freely, so he could only escort An Ran to the entrance of the A-zone dormitory building.

Fu Zao dared not let An Ran drink any more. He gazed helplessly at the disoriented An Ran, his small face scrunched up in vexation. “Oh, my little ancestor, how am I going to get you back to your dorm?”

An Ran shook his head. “I can walk by myself.”

Fu Zao tentatively released him, and An Ran stumbled, nearly falling.

Fu Zao: “…”

‘One truly couldn’t trust a drunkard’s words.’

“I’ll take him back to his dorm.”

A cool, deep voice sounded from behind him. Fu Zao turned around to see Gong He.

He had actually considered waiting at the entrance for Gong He to return, so Gong He could take An Ran back.

Unexpectedly, his waiting had truly paid off.

Recalling An Ran’s online boyfriend, Fu Zao shook his head and sighed.

‘So, what exactly were the benefits of an online relationship?’

When your partner was drunk, it was always someone else who had to escort them back to their dorm.

One even had to consider the character of the person taking them back, and whether their intentions were pure.

If it weren’t Gong He, Fu Zao would never have felt at ease entrusting An Ran to him.

Watching An Ran daze fuzzily in Gong He’s arms, Fu Zao thought with a touch of regret:

‘Why hadn’t An Ran chosen Gong He to be his boyfriend?’

‘What a waste.’

Gong He lowered his gaze, observing An Ran’s cheeks flushed from drink, and a persistent itch stirred within him.

He watched anxiously as the numbers on the elevator panel steadily climbed, the few short seconds of the ride feeling several times longer than usual.

“Mmm-hmm,” An Ran murmured, unconsciously letting out a soft whimper while nestled in his arms.

Gong He quietly asked him, “Are you uncomfortable?”

An Ran didn’t reply, simply leaned against his shoulder and exhaled a shallow breath.

The faint sound of An Ran’s breathing reached Gong He’s ears. He paused his steps, and the arm holding An Ran gradually tightened.

An Ran buried his face in the hollow of Gong He’s neck, his warm breath fanning against Gong He’s skin, his soft lips occasionally brushing against him.

Gong He’s breath hitched, his dark eyes seeming to brew an impending storm.

“Ding—”

The elevator’s chime pulled Gong He back from the brink of losing control.

He quickly stepped out of the elevator with An Ran in his arms, returned to the dorm, and gently placed An Ran on the bed.

He quietly observed An Ran’s sleeping face, then, unable to help himself, raised a hand and gently caressed An Ran’s cheek. The touch of the delicate, soft skin caused Gong He’s breathing to quicken. He meticulously traced An Ran’s features, his slightly cool fingertips gliding over his brow bone, then moving down his small, refined nose, and finally lingering on his slender lips.

Seeing those tender, pink lips, Gong He swallowed, the sound of his Adam’s apple bobbing distinctly audible in the quiet room.

His fingertips lightly brushed An Ran’s lips, the taut string in his mind threatening to snap.

Just then, An Ran suddenly extended a soft tongue and lightly licked his fingertip.

Gong He’s pupils constricted. He could no longer restrain himself, gripping An Ran’s chin and covering his lips with his own.

In the darkness, the scent of peaches slowly burst forth, permeating the entire room.

Gong He’s kiss, initially gentle, gradually deepened, and he lost control, sucking and biting at the tip of An Ran’s tongue.

The messy and rough kiss left An Ran breathless for a moment, and he could only weakly try to push away Gong He, who was pressing down on him.

He was too muddled by drink to realize what was happening; the feeling of oxygen deprivation was simply too unbearable, forcing him to struggle relentlessly.

The sweet, fresh pheromones were tinged with a hint of bitterness.

Gong He pressed his hands on either side of An Ran, holding him firmly in his embrace.

The faint bedside lamp cast a glow on An Ran’s flushed, drunken face. His eyes were red at the corners, his lips slightly swollen and pursed, and his brows furrowed, revealing a touch of aggrieved vulnerability.

Gong He lowered his head, his gaze fixed intently on An Ran’s face, his dark pupils suppressing a long-held desire.

His lips descended once more, sucking and gently biting at An Ran’s Cupid’s bow.

An Ran whimpered softly, his hands pressed against Gong He’s chest, attempting to push him away.

Gong He took his hands and pinned them above his head, only releasing him when An Ran again struggled for breath.

He gently wiped the tears from An Ran’s eyes, while sweat trickled down his own temples. Simple kisses were no longer enough to satisfy his craving for An Ran.

The peach fragrance grew richer, becoming increasingly sweet and alluring.

Gong He lifted him, feeling his nape, and this time finally detected the slightly protruding scent gland, which was nearly imperceptible without close inspection.

The room’s windows were closed, and the stuffy, hot sensation made An Ran cling tightly to Gong He’s neck, drawing in the cool, refreshing mint scent.

He was like a kitten on catnip, haphazardly sniffing Gong He’s neck, rubbing his head against his shoulder, and murmuring as if in a dream.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Gong He’s voice was impossibly hoarse as he gently caressed An Ran’s slender arm.

An Ran remained silent, simply sleeping soundly in his arms.

Listening to An Ran’s steady breathing, Gong He slowly tightened his grip, holding him tenderly for a while before finally placing him back on the bed, tucking him in, and then exiting An Ran’s room.

Despite the weather being only a little over ten degrees Celsius (TL Note: Roughly 50-60°F), Gong He took a cold shower, yet it still couldn’t alleviate the feverish heat coursing through his body.

An Ran’s pheromones were driving him almost insane.

Half an hour later, the scent of mint filled the entire bathroom.

Gong He, his eyes bloodshot, stood before An Ran’s dorm room door.

He gripped the doorknob, hesitating for a long time. Ultimately, he chose not to open the door, instead leaning his back against it, softly inhaling the sweet pheromones.

“Hoo—” Gong He exhaled deeply, then returned to his own room, picked up the keys from the table, and left the dorm.

An Ran was still unaware that his secondary gender had changed, and Gong He didn’t want to do anything outrageous that might startle him.

He hadn’t told An Ran because he knew that once An Ran realized he was an Omega, he would immediately move out of the dorm.

He couldn’t bear it.

He didn’t want anyone else to move into An Ran’s room, nor did he want to live with anyone else.

Given his current relationship with An Ran, even if An Ran knew that he was H, An Ran still wouldn’t agree to move out and live with him.

Thinking of this, Gong He couldn’t help but feel a pang of melancholy.

He even wished he could travel back to the first day of school and punch himself.