Zhou Rong quietly withdrew from the crowd, looked around and frowned: “Where’s Si Nan?”
Guo Weixiang, who had unexpectedly become a father, was casually standing in the hallway on tiptoe, looking in, saying carelessly: “Probably went back to his dormitory.”
“I’ll go take a look,” Zhou Rong simply dropped this sentence and slipped out of the crowd.
Sinan was so disgusted with Alpha pheromones that he was like a startled bird. If this was a false heat…
Zhou Rong’s breathing unconsciously became heavy, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn’t even realize that the fingers gripping Sinan’s shoulders had sunk deep into the flesh, so forcefully that if the shirt were peeled off, there would already be several bright red fingerprints on the skin.
The thin fabric could barely cover anything, and in the rapidly rising temperature, it seemed to be losing even its minimal ability to conceal.
Zhou Rong asked in a low voice, “What are you shy about at your age?”
He raised one hand, seemingly wanting to touch Sinan, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.
Zhou Rong looked at Sinan and waited for a response.
After a moment, Zhou Rong couldn’t help but lean closer, asking, “What do you want, hm? Tell me.”
Sinan still gripped his wrist tightly, neither relaxing nor pulling away.
Zhou Rong knew he should withdraw now. If he hadn’t come in, the false heat would have passed during sleep, and Sinan would hardly remember it when he woke up tomorrow.
But he was here now.
The pheromones were vivid and stimulating, continuously interfering with Sinan, giving a hard push to the body at the precipice of temptation.
Zhou Rong shifted from his half-kneeling position beside the bed; his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. He spoke again, his voice hoarse: “Do you want me to leave?”
Sinan’s lips were slightly parted, but he still refused to speak.
Zhou Rong looked into his eyes and smiled slightly:
“Hm? Little Sinan?”
Sinan gripped him, continuing to tremble, and after what seemed like an eternity, suddenly collapsed, his fingers loosening slightly.
“—Brother Rong!” Footsteps sounded outside the door, and then Guo Weixiang shouted from the corridor nearby: “Brother Rong, are you there? Something’s happened!”
Zhou Rong suddenly turned back, asking gravely, “What?”
“Where are you?! This is bad!”
