Feng Jiao jumped back into her side of the sofa without trying to reach for her bag again. There was no point. The war was beyond her now. If she was late she was late. Something unbelievable and beyond her had happened.
She was shocked, startled and extremely confused by what had just happened, still unable to process it. It wasn't her fault either.
As a pure virginal maiden, Feng Jiao had never touched something of that sort before. She had a lot of theoretical knowledge about these things, but she had never been this close to one of those… things....
'Is he… erect?' Feng Jiao wondered for a couple of seconds in pure disbelief.
Life was slightly concerning for her. This was something beyond her. Way beyond her.
Gao Longwei, too, was in complete shambles. His sanity had shattered when Feng Jiao had crawled close to him, her tantalizing peach scent wafting over to him with every move she took. It was simply unbearable to a mated werewolf to see their mate like that.
Gao Longwei instantly tried moving out of the way once he realized that a certain body part was growing because of scent alone. It was embarrassing, but more importantly it was wrong. Feng Jiao was underaged, he was being a pervert. An unbearable pervert who got an erection from just the scent of his mate.
It wasn't all his fault, because the mating system worked that way.
One's mate smelled unbearably tempting, especially during their heats.
The way that worked for werewolves was that a slight amount of pheromone would leak all year long, and then during their heat, the glands would open up and the pheromone would pour out uncontrollably. That was the reason why a werewolf's heat was also called their mating period.
Because that was when a female werewolf could get pregnant.
Male werewolves didn't have heats. They had ruts during the full moon, but that was a different thing. However, Feng Jiao wasn't a werewolf at all.
She still had the pheromones because of being mated to a werewolf, but she didn't have any of the systems that controlled the pheromones in place. Her body simply wasn't equipped for a mating period or anything of that sort.
Because of that, she didn't have any mechanism to store up the pheromones, and thus leaked them all year long at the rate that a heat would usually pour the pheromones out.
It was as if she was constantly in heat, without the urge to mate or the functions that a female werewolf would have of course.
This made her presence almost unbearable to Gao Longwei, who was still trembling from trying to control himself. He had an insane amount of control to be able to reject the pheromones for so long, but his control wasn't infinite.
"Could you please move." he said coldly with his teeth still clenched. Feng Jiao could tell he wasn't angry, but she could also tell that he was in some pain to say the least.
She instantly came to her senses and then lifted her body off of his with a quick jump backwards into the part of the sofa she was previously sitting in. It was strange that she had fallen with balance so good, but she'd never done any sort of activity on the squishy couch that they were sitting on, so it made sense that she was still a mess.
As soon as Feng Jiao lifted her body off of his, he placed his hands over the rather offensive part and then scooted as far away as possible from Feng Jiao.
It looked like he was guarding his part from Feng Jiao, but it was actually Feng Jiao who he was guarding from the part. He could not let her see the bulge, even if she had realized that it was there. It was simply a matter of shame and pride combined.
Feng Jiao felt a little offended by what Gao Longwei was doing.
It made her feel like a predator of sorts, so she quietly sulked in her corner and squished even further into the sofa.
There was a good bit of awkward silence as the only two people in the room forced themselves to the furthest edge of the couch. Neither of them were willing to come any closer to the other party. That would simply be troublesome.
Feng Jiao realized that she still had to check the time, but she didn't want a repeat of last time.
So instead, she bent forward and put her socks on silently. Her shoes were at the door so there was no need for those, but she at least needed her socks if she was going to walk on the dirty floor of this house.
God only knew who had been walking in this house, with or without shoes on.
Also Liao Jiang would have a record of the people who were in the house, but Feng Jiao wasn't exactly desperate to know. To her the floor was dirty, so the floor was dirty no matter what anybody else said.
She silently walked over to her bag and then checked the time on her phone.
'Still an hour…' she thought as she stared at the time, 'I can explain everything to him now.'
"Actually, I think I'm going to go now…" Gao Longwei said in his frosty voice, that by now, Feng Jiao had realized was natural, and not because of her.
The leaving bit was definitely because of her though.
Feng Jiao quietly waved goodbye as Gao Longwei rushed out of the house, covering his private bits. To anybody else it would seem like he was simply taking long, domineering strides, but Feng Jiao recognized the slight stumble in his steps. He was nervous.
'Too bad I didn't get to tell him why he's gay…' Feng Jiao went back to thinking as the door shut behind Gao Longwei.
"Wait… actually… if that bodily reaction happened, doesn't it mean that he's… not gay?" Feng Jiao said allowed as she slowly processed the things that were happening around her.