YFAPFBMG Chapter 87

Chapter 87 – Last Night

Novel Title: 你的虎牙很适合咬我的腺体 (Your Fangs Are Perfect for Biting My Glands)

Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 周舟 (Zhou Zhou -MC), 程澈 (Cheng Che -ML)

*Please read at Novels Space.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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When Zhou Zhou woke up the next day, he couldn’t even open his eyes. Moving his body even slightly caused a wave of soreness. The air conditioner was on in the room. But he still felt hot. The heat of the estrus period was not so easily overcome.

There was only him in bed. Zhou Zhou reached out and felt around. There was no warmth next to him. Cheng Che should have left very early. The time now was a little after seven o’clock, which meant that Cheng Che had likely left last night.

With his eyes closed, Zhou Zhou thought for a long time, confirming that everything from last night was real.

As his consciousness gradually returned, Zhou Zhou remembered very clearly. He had begged Cheng Che to ‘mark’ him and enter him. He remembered himself acting like an irrational little beast, crying and pleading, while Cheng Che complied with every request.

After being ‘marked’ during estrus, omegas often need the presence and comfort of an alpha. Zhou Zhou was certain that Cheng Che must be aware of this. He tried to console himself, thinking that Cheng Che might have important matters to attend to. However, his current state of mind was too fragile. Zhou Zhou couldn’t rationalise. He only felt empty and helpless. His heat had only just begun. But Cheng Che couldn’t be with him for each and every moment.

Zhou Zhou slowly got up and looked out through the crack in the curtains. The view outside was of City A washed clean by the heavy rain. He remembered the rainwater scent on Cheng Che when he had arrived yesterday. For his burning hot body, that presence was like a lifesaving straw.

The emotions of an omega during heat were too sensitive and fragile. Zhou Zhou forced himself not to think too much. He went into the bathroom and silently finished washing up. He then returned to the room.

The lingering alpha pheromones were like a deadly aphrodisiac. Just as Zhou Zhou was slowly regaining his clarity of mind, his body began to feel hot. Fine beads of sweat seeped through his skin. The wounds on his glands, bitten open, throbbed faintly, yet strangely yearned to be bitten open again.

Zhou Zhou’s legs were trembling. He seemed to be possessed as he slowly walked to the desk and pulled open the bottom drawer, looking down at the box of regular suppressants inside.

It was the one he had secretly bought and hidden away. After entering Cheng Che’s phone number into the bracelet as a last resort, Zhou Zhou had pinned all his hopes on the suppressants.

He couldn’t bring himself to let someone else ‘mark’ him. He might as well be dead. Moreover, he had already been ‘marked’ last night. So using regular suppressants now shouldn’t be too much of a problem, Zhou Zhou thought.

Zhou Zhou crouched down to unwrap the package. He didn’t know why things had turned out this way. He could have asked Cheng Che for help. But he didn’t have the courage to ask Cheng Che for anything now. The emotional turmoil brought on by heat was too different from usual. Zhou Zhou couldn’t think about too many things at once. His heart was full of torment. He wanted to be relieved quickly, like a drug addict who only cared about finding the nearest water source to quench their thirst.

His heart was beating too fast, his breathing was rapid, and Zhou Zhou couldn’t even hear the sounds around him. His trembling fingers slowly opened the cover of the syringe and inserted the needle into the soft plug of the suppressant. Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door.

The knocking seemed to hit Zhou Zhou’s heart directly. He trembled all over and turned his head in panic. He saw Cheng Che standing at the door, holding a bag, looking down at him expressionlessly.

His mind went blank. As Cheng Che walked towards him, Zhou Zhou thought he would be questioned. But Cheng Che didn’t say anything.

Cheng Che just squatted down, took the syringe from Zhou Zhou’s hand, covered the syringe’s cap, and threw it into the trash can along with the suppressant. Then he looked at Zhou Zhou and asked, “Have you washed up?”

Zhou Zhou nodded.

“Are you hungry?” Cheng Che asked again.

Zhou Zhou nodded again.

Cheng Che pulled Zhou Zhou up and took him to the table in the living room, where there was already bread and milk placed.

The atmosphere was quiet. Zhou Zhou didn’t know what to say. With Cheng Che’s presence, the alpha pheromones soothed him well, making him feel less uncomfortable. So Zhou Zhou just obediently ate breakfast, stuffing bread into his mouth, chewing slowly. With his somewhat dazed expression, he looked like a little hamster.

Cheng Che drank some milk. His gaze fell on Zhou Zhou’s face. He had gotten up before dawn, tidied up his clothes at home, toasted bread and warmed milk for Zhou Zhou, and then went to buy condoms. He was afraid that Zhou Zhou would wake up and feel uneasy if he didn’t see him around. So he wanted to leave early and come back early. Who knew Zhou Zhou would wake up much earlier, looking so pitifully abandoned, preparing to inject himself with suppressants.

After finishing breakfast, Zhou Zhou looked down at the empty glass and scratched his head. He was about to say something when Cheng Che handed him a peeled banana, saying, “Stand up and eat some fruit to digest.”

At this moment, Zhou Zhou had no further thinking ability. Whatever Cheng Che asked him to do, he would do. He took the banana and stood up, starting to eat the fruit blankly.

As he ate, he suddenly realised that the air seemed to be getting quieter. He raised his head and met Cheng Che’s gaze. Cheng Che was sitting at the dining table, one hand supporting his head, looking casually at him with a hint of indescribable meaning.

Then Zhou Zhou remembered last night—the intertwined moans, the scorching air, the warmth of their skin, and the deepest sensations.

Blushing, he finished the banana and felt shy about making eye contact with Cheng Che. He turned his head around, looking for the trash can to throw away the peel. Cheng Che stood up, took the banana peel from Zhou Zhou’s hand, and threw it into the trash can behind the dining table.

Then he turned around, lifted Zhou Zhou horizontally by the waist, and carried him straight into the room.

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Next update: 2024.03.23

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