Come to think of it, Si Nan is somewhat similar to that young Omega who deceived his feelings—Zhou Rong pondered, standing with his arms crossed by the kitchen window, absentmindedly gazing at the world gradually covered in silver.
However, this could also be a common trait of capable Omegas. Upon careful consideration, their appearances might even have a vague similarity.
Zhou Rong shook his head, mocking himself, thinking how could that be possible. He extinguished the stove’s fire, carefully filling the old-fashioned hot water bottle he had dug out from the storage room, then went upstairs softly to the bedroom.
Si Nan was tightly curled up at the head of the bed, his face deeply buried between his knees. When he heard someone enter, he reflexively shrank back, curling himself into an even tighter ball.
The air was filled with a rich, sweet fragrance that, the moment Zhou Rong entered the room, seeped into his blood like a tide through his nostrils, throat, and every pore of his body.
The physiological instinct’s invitation was so intense and direct, a massive stimulation to the nerve endings.
Zhou Rong’s hands were trembling as he stuffed the hot water bottle into the bedding, with visible veins protruding on his arm covered by his sleeve due to his intense self-control.
“…” Si Nan whispered softly.
Zhou Rong’s throat bobbed violently as he leaned slightly near his ear and rasped, “What did you say?”
Si Nan breathed, “Go away…”
Si Nan’s eye corners were red, his eyes brimming with tears. Despite the heavy snow outside, his nose was covered in fine sweat, his lips soft and crimson as if burning, trembling slightly with each word.
Zhou Rong could hardly bear to look at the scene, closing his eyes and saying, “I’ll… come back later.”
He bit his tongue hard, maintaining the last bit of restraint through the pain. Just as he was about to turn away, his sleeve was caught.
Si Nan extended two fingers from his curled-up position, hooking Zhou Rong’s sleeve.
“…” Zhou Rong turned back, grabbing his wrist and asking softly, “What?”
Si Nan’s wrist was hard from years of combat training.
—The scars and old marks on these hands recorded the unimaginable hardship and endurance of their owner over more than twenty years, completely different from all the Omegas Zhou Rong had previously encountered.
“Go away…” Si Nan gritted his teeth, but his index and middle fingers gripped Zhou Rong’s sleeve even tighter.
“Really leave?” Zhou Rong asked softly, pretending to pull his hand away from the sleeve, “Really want me to go?”
Si Nan tried his best to hold onto the fabric but was gradually pulled away.
“…” Si Nan’s eyes became redder, tears almost falling in grievance.
Zhou Rong smiled, whispering near his ear, “Are you going or not?”
Si Nan couldn’t hear what Zhou Rong was saying; his heartbeat was thumping in his chest.
He couldn’t see Zhou Rong’s face nor was he aware that he was holding onto the person’s hand. All his senses were overwhelmed, causing his body to jump and twitch.
He only knew that a powerful, reliable aura surrounded the bedside, making him involuntarily want to get closer. But being close revealed the hidden ferocity within that aura, like a beast lurking in the darkness, ready to drag him into an uncontrollable abyss.
No, can’t do this…
Si Nan floated in warm seawater, unable to regain consciousness no matter how he struggled. In his confusion, he raised his other limp hand to his mouth.
He wanted to bite his hand hard, at least to feel a familiar pain. However, he was immediately grabbed, both wrists pinned to the bedhead, without even the chance to protest.
“…Zhou…” he unconsciously murmured, seeming somewhat afraid: “Zhou… Rong…”
Zhou Rong spread him flat on the bed, looking down from above, his knee pressing between Si Nan’s thighs.
“Zhou Rong…” Si Nan couldn’t help but call again, his pupils dilated and unfocused.
—The trembling, urgent ending was, in fact, a cry for help.
Chapter 49
On the third day, Si Nan sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, eerily saying: “Don’t come over.”
Zhou Rong leaned against the doorframe with one shoulder, bare-chested, wearing camouflage long pants, seemingly wanting to get closer but not quite daring: “You… Comrade Si, what exactly are you dissatisfied with?”
“Nothing,” Si Nan said coldly, “Everything’s fine.”
“But your expression looks very dissatisfied.”
“You’re mistaken.”
“Brother Rong hasn’t made a mistake.”
The first heat cycle has passed. After the mating mark, Omegas generally experience changes such as laziness, softness, satisfaction, and extreme dependence on the Alpha, commonly known as the honeymoon period, enhancing the emotional connection between both parties and preparing for the next heat cycle.
Even if there are a few Omegas or Alphas—basically no Alphas—who deny recognition, that only occurs after the entire heat period has passed, when they no longer need the other’s support.
However, Si Nan was extraordinary.
He didn’t even wait to put on his pants. At the moment when Zhou Rong was trying to compose sweet words to enhance the atmosphere, he kicked the Alpha off the bed.
Si Nan’s kick was a real kick, completely different from the typical Omega’s behavior. If Zhou Rong hadn’t reacted quickly, his “thing” would have been ruined. Zhou Rong felt aggrieved and pointed at himself, asking, “May I ask if you have any objections to it, Comrade Si? Tell me, and I’ll relay the message.”
Comrade Si’s expression was blank: “Can you make it undergo a reduction surgery?”
“…” Zhou Rong sincerely said, “It says it feels you quite like it. Can’t we be a bit more tolerant of the hardware? Let’s discuss improvements instead. Consider that your brother Rong is very hardworking and eager to learn…”
“No,” Si Nan said.
Zhou Rong crossed his arms, hand on his forehead, with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Si Nan was particularly talented at giving nicknames. For example, Guo Weixiang’s rooster that seemed to accompany him for life. Zhou Rong was now worried that “pile driver” might also accompany him for the rest of his life.
Si Nan rolled up the blanket and turned his back, sulking.
This time, Zhou Rong was very adventurous. He tried several positions he had seen in adult films, discovering that Si Nan was extremely excited—whether from pleasurable sensations or overwhelming negative emotions was hard to say. For a moment, Zhou Rong was certain that if Si Nan had a gun, he would not hesitate to shoot him.
Si Nan slept intermittently, waking up every forty-five minutes to Zhou Rong’s kisses, drinking some salt water or sweet milk in a daze to replenish the fluids lost during the heat period.
After several rounds of feeding, he finally awoke from his half-dreaming state. Before he could kick again, he found himself forcibly spread out and pressed against the bed.
Zhou Rong spread-eagled, firmly locking his limbs, looked down seriously and asked, “First, tell me which position you’re most satisfied with?!”
Si Nan: “…”
“I know even fewer.”
Military school strictly prohibited watching videos. Back in the day, we helped the neighboring cyber warfare department’s classmates download resources from the external network, almost getting the entire department disciplined. Who would have thought that after all these years, I’d find a use for it?
Si Nan struggled free a hand and commented:
“Pile driver.”
Then with a thunderous boom, he threw Zhou Rong off the bed.
The length of an Omega’s heat cycle varies from person to person, lasting three, five, or even seven days, directly linked to their pheromone concentration. Due to long-term use of suppressants, Si Nan’s pheromones were very weak, and being in winter, his heat wouldn’t last too long, so it only continued for three days.
