ITF Chapter46

For an Alpha, an Omega touching the glands on the back of his neck signifies seduction, and even more so, provocation.

Luo Congye pressed himself even closer to the person in front of him.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to die just yet.” He reached out and brushed against the belt Bai Heting had unfastened and then retied, now fitted with a dagger he had personally polished over four months.

Bai Heting’s body didn’t move an inch, but his breathing noticeably quickened.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, his tone laced with a warning.

Luo Congye stepped forward a fraction more, asking in a matter-of-fact manner, “You’re touching an Alpha’s back neck in his room, what do you think he should be thinking?”

Bai Heting was pressed tightly against the edge of the desk by him with his lower abdomen aching faintly from the pressure.

He scolded in a deep, stern voice, “You are truly becoming more and more presumptuous.”

The belt, along with the dagger, slipped from his waist and hit the floor with a rustling thud.

After being scolded again. Luo Congye sighed and politely asked for the general’s opinion, “Then, do you want me?”

“I don’t—”

Luo Congye leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Liar.”

The candlestick on the desk shook from the impact.

Bai Heting braced himself against the desktop with both arms, barely managing to steady his center of gravity.

Luo Congye’s chest was pressed tightly against his back, his voice slightly raspy from controlling his breath. “My calligraphy… has been crumpled by your grip.”

Bai Heting clenched his teeth tightly, a few muffled, breathy groans escaping intermittently from his throat.

He had never been so restrained in this kind of matter, and this appearance of extreme endurance made Luo Congye’s blood boil even more. Breathing heavily, he pressed a kiss to Bai Heting’s ear. “It’s fine… Adjutant Qiu has already cleared this building.”

Bai Heting turned his head to look at him.

The corner of his lips accidentally grazed Luo Congye’s chin, like a fleeting, brush-of-a-kiss.

He should have figured it out sooner.

When he was five years old, he had also thought he could help that little bird. But the reality was, from the moment he picked up Bread, the countdown to his farewell with Bread had already begun.

And this naive child remained completely oblivious to the potential crisis.

It was time to send this warm guy away.

His face was flushed and his thin lips were tightly pursed, yet there was a trace of loneliness in his expression. Under his silent gaze, Luo Congye’s boiling blood cooled down a bit, and he regained a shred of rationality.

This room was far too simple and crude; the size of that bed was a tight fit for even one person to sleep on, let alone the fact that it was only covered with a low-quality, rough mattress.

It shouldn’t be a place for a general to spend the night.

He withdrew his hand, wiped his damp palm against his trousers, and said softly, “I should still send you back.”

But Bai Heting suddenly looked up and blew out the precariously flickering, dangerous candlelight.

“Nowhere…” He extended his arm, reaching back to pull Luo Congye by the neck, “We’re going nowhere.”

The scent of fir pheromones quickly filled the cramped space.

“Right here.”

In the darkness, a soft warmth gently brushed against Luo Congye’s chin, then moved upward bit by bit, searching, until it touched his lips.

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