Fouls Prohibited

The still immature Omega glands had continuously released high concentrations of pheromones for an hour. They were already sore and exhausted, and his limbs also felt weak, as if they had been drained.

. . . . He, he still wanted it?!

Ye Ci was stunned, and this sense of crisis was long overdue.

Like a sly falcon peeking over a small nest, the cub was coaxed to leave the nest, and when he left, there was nowhere to hide.

Ye Ci’s mind was in chaos. He swallowed dryly and tried to calm down: “My homework is un, unfinished. There’s still one set of papers.”

He used his studies as a shield.

Learning was his top priority – Huo Tinglan said it himself when he disciplined him.

He wasn’t going back on his word and stopping the treatment of the susceptible period symptoms, he just wanted to take a breather, to have peace quiet, even for an hour or two. It was too soon – – he couldn’t figure out what went wrong, why it didn’t work, but it was just . . . . too soon.

“I’m aware.”

Huo Tinglan nodded. His eyes were black with undistinguishable emotions.

“I’m taking the midterm exam soon, I can’t, I can’t be lazy.”

“En.”

That was unexpectedly reasonable.

“I’ll first . . . . go write.”

Ye Ci let out an internal sigh of relief.

“En.”

It was an easy negotiation.

. . . . . .

Ten minutes later.

There was a set of physics papers spread out on the desk. Ye Ci sat there at the desk, leaning his forehead in the palm of his hand. A few locks of black hair were tucked between his fingers to ease his embarrassment, and his head was ducked low so that the tip of his nose was almost brushing the paper.

The large swivel chair was barely able to seat the two of them.

Behind him, Huo Tinglan opened a pair of long, straight legs and clamped him firmly, and his rogue arms wrapped around his thin waist and abdomen, making him unable to move.

Huo Tinglan let him come to the study to do his homework.

But no one could have imagined that it would be written in such a way.

The mature Alpha’s frame was tall and straight, and Ye Ci, whose differentiation had stagnated in the middle, was thin and slender. Trapped in Huo Tinglan’s arms and completely covered, it didn’t matter how hard he tried to seem indifferent. He could only appear helpless.

He had obtained permission before and, thinking that he could finish writing the remaining set of papers in a hurry, his guard was relaxed. Unexpectedly, Huo Tinglan hung behind him without saying a word, and locked the door as soon as he stepped into the study. Half of him still maintained the demeanor of a noble gentleman, and half of him had become foolish and clingy.

He had drawn close to Ye Ci through deception, and his eyes were full of apology. He spoke as if to talk things through, but the heat splashed on Ye Ci’s ear was terrifyingly hot: “Sorry, this time the symptoms are more stubborn. I thought I would last until you finished writing the paper . . . . Another ten minutes of treatment? . . . .”

“Why are you . . . .” Ye Ci opened his lips slightly, stunned and pitiful.

Half the words were swallowed back.

Why was he like this?

“Sorry, I still scared you . . . .” Ye Ci didn’t say a word, and seemed to be reviewing something silently. Huo Tinglan gave a light, self-deprecating smile, as if he was ashamed of not being a gentleman during his susceptible period. He didn’t give Ye Ci a chance to recover, and left his lofty airs in the dust to plead in a soft tone that was almost embarrassing: “You write the paper as usual, just pretend that I’m not here . . . . is that okay?”

Ye Ci was kind, soft-hearted, and didn’t get enough love. When others treated him well, he was overwhelmed, and could not wait to pay it back. In the previous life, Huo Tinglan was also like this, and there were endless ways to break the defenses around Ye Ci’s heart, harmless but shameless.

He met Ye Ci at a race. He wasn’t that keen on formula racing, and was originally there to kill time. However, his eyes were scorched by the silver-white race car that was shining like a meteor on the track. That marvelous handling, the courage to turn quickly, the precise and decisive judgment, and the madness that was faintly revealed in its pursuit. It made Huo Tinglan think that the racer in the car was a young and vigorous Alpha, a fierce little wolf dog with sharp teeth and claws.

He didn’t expect . . . .

The contrast was too great.

Formula racing was an extremely physical sport. If nothing else, the centrifugal force of up to ten kilograms could break the neck of the racer when the car was taking a corner quickly. Therefore, formula racing was the kingdom of Alphas, and even a Beta was rare, not to mention the weaker Omega. The slender necks and weak muscles of Omegas may not be able to withstand even a single turn. They just dressed up nicely and appeared on the field as “racing babies” to liven up the atmosphere.

The thin, beautiful Omega racer mingled with a group of beefy Alphas, looking out of place.

But also firmly attracted Huo Tinglan’s gaze like a magnet.

He couldn’t help chasing after him.

Of course, Ye Ci’s presence on the racing circuit was not by chance.

Ye Ci became a race car driver half due to his false Alpha differentiation. The three year high-level Alpha differentiation period in his youth laid an excellent foundation for his physique, and although he appeared slender, his muscle strength was quite high. The other half was due to his staggering amount of training, in which he would do all kinds of extremely high-intensity endurance training in the off season – he seemed to enjoy the quiet state of a blank mind after physical exhaustion.

He was just such a person.

As fierce as a wolf dog on the track.

In the face of the public, he was taciturn and kept to himself.

After experiencing a half-year-long pursuit using various methods, only in front of Huo Tinglan was he peeled open bit by bit, revealing a soft and sweet core.

It was terribly soft.

Clever and sticky.

Just right for him.

Huo Tinglan was perfectly happy to fall head first.

It was worth another half a year.

Twenty-two-year-old Ye Ci was much colder and harder to approach than he was as an eighteen-year-old.

Therefore, now it was like Huo Tinglan was turning on a cheat, using that full-level experience to pursue the lover who was at present pure and innocent.

Really pure, too pure. He more or less took advantage of this innocence.

But so what?

He would do a hundred times better for Ye Ci, be totally devoted to him, love him. Even if everything was under false pretenses, there was no falsehood in his heart.

He readily apologized, his words sincere, his fierce and handsome face softened by rare guilt.

His body was like a beast, and he grasped the inexperienced boy in his arms, clamping him tightly. He dragged him to the swivel chair and squeezed him to the point that his face and ears were red, then sanctimoniously urged him to write physics problems.

The alpha hormones secreted in excess during the susceptible period finally stimulated all the evil in his bones. His lost and found lover was in his arms. He loved him so much that his heart hurt, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Huo Tinglan breathed heavily, and the hot air containing rich pheromones repeatedly gusted against the back of Ye Ci’s neck, forcing the already exhausted Omega glands to pump out more sweetness.

Ye Ci was holding a gel pen that was slippery and covered in sweat. It quickly fell, leaving his mind and face blank.

He moved forward quietly, very slowly, trying to steal a little space, one second of respite. But the iron-strong arms over his waist and abdomen were more vigilant than he imagined, and they suddenly pulled back, making the embrace even tighter.

Huo Tinglan had changed.

It was true that an Alpha’s temperament changed greatly during the susceptible period, but this . . . .

Ye Ci’s brain was working hard.

Not to mention how different it was from when they first met, but even compared to a few hours ago, it was completely different.

Just as if . . . .

The culture and refinement from before was all pretend.

No.

Don’t speculate about Mr. Huo like that.

In order to vent the violence that had nowhere to go, Ye Ci’s hand on his forehead clenched into a fist. His knuckles were blueish-white with the force, and he almost lost a few hairs.

Suddenly, Huo Tinglan asked in a low voice, “Why aren’t you writing?”

He seemed to be trying to maintain the pretense of “just add treatment to doing homework,” and knowingly asked, “You can’t?”

Ye Ci nodded casually: “En.”

“The first multiple choice question is to apply . . . .” Huo Tinglan repeated the physics formula, and the vibrations of his Adam’s apple and chest were transmitted to Ye Ci’s back. Even his insides felt itchy. Ye Ci’s spine swiftly softened, and if it wasn’t for being firmly sandwiched between two long legs, he feared he would have slipped under the table.

There was one thing that Ye Ci refused to admit, or to be more precise, didn’t even think about –

Their genes were 100% compatible, and Huo Tinglan’s pheromones were absolutely attractive to him.

The fierce and fragrant scent of tequila gusting over and over against the back of his neck, he seemed to . . . . like it.

He couldn’t suppress his blush or his heartbeat.

So strange.

“Do you understand,” Huo Tinglan’s eyes were dark, looking askance at him, “what to select?”

“Select,” Ye Ci was off in another world and looked towards the cover of the test paper, startled. “I don’t know . . . . that one, C.”

The first one to rule out was always C.

“Didn’t you listen to anything?” Huo Tinglan asked knowingly.

Ye Ci desperately put on a cold and sharp face, and shirked the responsibility: “My stomach is not, not very comfortable, so, so I wasn’t listening.”

He was not very good at lying, and this was not a lie.

His stomach really was uncomfortable, and it started when he was hugged by Huo Tinglan on the way home, getting heavier and heavier, increasing until now. Saying it hurt was not very accurate. It was more like soreness or tightness. Many subtle discomforts were intertwined and nibbling away at him, making him want to put his hands on his stomach and scratch a couple of times.

“Did you eat something bad?” Huo Tinglan frowned.

“No, just . . . . I, I don’t know.” Ye Ci twisted uncomfortably. “Still, still not finished? It should have been . . . . ten minutes.”

After he finished speaking, a large warm hand slid down his stomach, accurately covering the uncomfortable spot in his abdomen.

“It’s uncomfortable here?” Huo Tinglan confirmed.

“. . . . . . En.”

Huo Tinglan hooked his lips.

Under his palm, thin, soft skin covered the newly developed cavity.

Nerve hyperactivity, mucous membrane hyperemia . . . .

The series of changes made to the inside of the cavity produced a sore itching that could be compared to a slight pain.

This was a reaction unique to Omegas, preparing for the impending mark.

Ye Ci was unfamiliar with this kind of experience, so he didn’t understand . . . .

There was an “uncomfortable” sort of emotion called desire.

He didn’t understand anything, didn’t even realize that he had been seduced by Huo Tinglan. He was too shy and just wanted to get back to “normal.”

“It’s even worse, don’t . . . .” Ye Ci couldn’t take it any longer. Clamping Huo Tinglan’s wrist and pulling it to the side, he gritted his teeth and adopted an unyielding attitude.