While Bo Xiyun himself didn't hold such views, he was aware that some people could separate emotions from physical desires. Just because someone might not have emotional attachment didn't mean their physical desires were absent.
Moreover, they were in a situation where pheromones, biology, and compatibility played a significant role. So, the current circumstances were undeniably quite dangerous for Bo Xiyun.
Especially when he noticed Wen Xiusen reaching out to the table to pick up the medicine bowl, Bo Xiyun became even more alert, his beautiful round eyes filled with caution.
However, Wen Xiusen's long and slender fingers made no inappropriate moves; instead, they simply reached for the medicine bowl.
Wen Xiusen was just reaching for the medicine.
His quick action, though, created a subtle distance between them, and Bo Xiyun misunderstood his intentions.
Bo Xiyun was momentarily stunned, and a trace of guilt welled up in his heart. However, he didn't completely let his guard down. He maintained a cautious distance from Wen Xiusen, subtly moving to the other side of the sofa.
If it were the previous Bo Xiyun, he might not have understood it. However, the memories from the previous world, right before he fell into a deep sleep, were like a lesson for him.
The current Bo Xiyun had never personally experienced those memories, but they had left a deep impression on him.
So, moments ago, he hastily moved from Wen Xiusen's embrace to the far end of the sofa with a sense of urgency.
Bo Xiyun didn't dare to dwell on Wen Xiusen's warmth, whether it was as he had guessed.
He didn't even dare to look closely at it. At the moment, Wen Xiusen was still wearing a thin, long windbreaker, which concealed a lot, and there were no apparent signs on his body.
Wen Xiusen's handsome and cold eyebrows still remained unfazed, as if the previous words about "doing it without protection" were not his.
When Wen Xiusen spoke again, it was only a short command, "Take the medicine."
Not wanting to repeat the awkwardness from earlier, Bo Xiyun took the medicine bowl willingly and prepared to drink it himself, his movements particularly decisive.
His attitude was quite apparent, but fortunately, Wen Xiusen didn't interfere and simply glanced at Bo Xiyun before turning his gaze away.
Wen Xiusen got up and poured a glass of warm water when he left the sofa. When he left, he casually took the large box of condoms with him.
The room was rather quiet, so quiet that even the faint rustling of the plastic wrapping was audible.
Wen Xiusen, holding the entire box of extra-large condoms, remained expressionless, skillfully opening and resealing the packaging before putting it away.
Bo Xiyun's face was buried in the edge of the bowl as he tried to ignore the awkward rustling sounds beside him. It was only after he confirmed that the entire box of condoms had been put away that he could finally release a silent sigh of relief.
Relief aside, the bitter taste of the medicine, which he hadn't been paying attention to, rushed into his nostrils.
"Cough, cough..."
The young man had to cover his mouth and nose, suppressing a stifled cough before placing the medicine bowl on the table, and then slowly continuing.
The medicine in the bowl was a bit mysterious, as he didn't know what it was for, but its taste was undeniably bitter and sharp.
The young man's medicine was traditional Chinese medicine, and it seemed that it had been brought back from the hospital after being brewed there. There were empty packaging bags on the table that hadn't been thrown away yet.
Bo Xiyun glanced around and saw the hospital's logo and the information about the herbs printed on the medicine bag. The remnants of the herbal medicine in the bag had the same color as the contents of his bowl, indicating that there were no additives or other substances mixed in.
There was also a handwritten note on the medicine bag, and the traditional characters were elegantly written, making it challenging for Bo Xiyun to decipher. However, he managed to recognize one word: gland.
Wen Xiusen, who had gone to get warm water, had returned to the table. The young man took a moment to regain his composure and then lifted the medicine bowl again, preparing to drink.
But as soon as the dark brown medicine touched his lips, Bo Xiyun felt a sharp, tingling sensation. The liquid spread across his tongue, instantly causing a painful reaction.
His sensitive tongue couldn't bear the intense stimulation, and his tender throat contracted sharply. Before the medicine could even reach his throat, he already felt a sense of fear.
The young man had initially wanted to grit his teeth and force himself to drink all the medicine, but after just one sip, he couldn't endure it. He had to set the medicine bowl down again, covering his lips with his palm and struggling to muster the courage to continue drinking.
Bo Xiyun had an aversion to bitterness, as if he had been raised in a honey jar from a young age and couldn't tolerate even the slightest bitterness.
He sipped the medicine cautiously, and his usually pale lips turned even paler. His brows furrowed in pain, making anyone who saw him ache in sympathy.
The lingering bitterness of the medicine filled his mouth, and Bo Xiyun took a shallow breath before summoning the courage to swallow it. But he couldn't relax yet, as a surge of nausea suddenly overwhelmed his delicate throat.
Despite closing his eyes and trying to suppress it for a while, Bo Xiyun couldn't control it any longer.
"Cough, ugh...!"
The excessively bitter medicine was expelled from his mouth. Bo Xiyun still tightly covered his lips, and the sticky liquid trickled down his fair fingers and palm. He quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe it away, his vision blurred by tears. His nose and throat stung painfully.
Even though he had only taken a small sip of the medicine, it felt as though his entire esophagus and stomach were burning from the passage of the liquid.
Not only did he vomit the medicine, but he felt like his stomach was churning, ready to empty its contents. Bo Xiyun retched uncontrollably, but he hadn't eaten much today, and the pastry he had earlier was meager. He couldn't even manage to vomit properly.
Weakly choking and dry heaving, the slender form of the young man trembled uncontrollably. Beneath his soft clothing, his shoulder blades and spine became visible, like the quivering wings of a fragile butterfly.
In the end, he was supported by the returning man.
The large hand covered the fragile and slender back of Bo Xiyun, and most of his body leaned against the man's chest.
The man, who had just poured the water, had taken off his overcoat, revealing a gray-blue suit vest and a snowy white shirt underneath. His significantly elevated body temperature was now more clearly transmitted to the young man's chilled and delicate body, silently soothing him.
Bo Xiyun's vision was still blurred by the water that had splashed moments ago. He could barely make out anything but the man who was gently stroking his back seemed to have a cold and somewhat annoyed expression, as if he found him troublesome.
However, Wen Xiusen's care was surprisingly skillful. With just a few massages on his back, Bo Xiyun felt the nausea that had been unbearable slowly subside.
He was then effortlessly embraced by the man with strong arms. Even the delicate white palm that had been stained with soup was meticulously wiped clean by the man.
Bo Xiyun leaned weakly against him, allowing the man to tend to him. His pointed chin rested on the man's warm forearm, and his soft cheek was pressed against something slightly rough.
So, he shifted slightly to the side on his own.
After moving, Bo Xiyun realized that it was the cuff of Wen Xiusen's suit on the man's arm.
Due to their recent proximity, a faint red mark was left on his cheek by the cuff.
However, he didn't have the strength to move away any further.
Apart from the man's skillful actions, what provided the most comfort to Bo Xiyun was the scent of pheromones, reminiscent of snowflakes falling in a frosty winter.
Even though Wen Xiusen's pheromones and his own emotions seemed to be worlds apart, they provided deep comfort to the young man who was currently weakened to the extreme.
Even the severe nausea and dizziness caused by the medicine soup seemed to dissipate significantly.
Bo Xiyun lay in the man's arms, his mind in a daze, wondering what was happening.
Was it because he drank the medicine with the scent of Mr. Wen's pheromones?
With Bo Xiyun's limited knowledge, coupled with his previous observation of the medicine label, he vaguely speculated that it might be due to a late onset of secondary gender characteristics, resulting in underdeveloped glands and some deficiencies in his body.
So, perhaps it was the pheromones from a mature alpha that were soothing him.
But even with these speculations, the remaining medicine soup was still untouched. It was just too bitter, and he felt like he would vomit just by looking at the medicine bowl.
Perhaps due to the trauma from seeing the young man's medicine soup, Wen Xiusen didn't push him to drink it.
He kept the young man in his arms, using his free hand to cover the medicine bowl and block the spreading medicine scent. Then, he took out a medical patch from the medicine bag on the table.
Throughout all of Wen Xiusen's actions, the boy in his arms hardly moved. Bo Xiyun was still in a hazy state of mind.
Nice hands...
The medical patch looked much friendlier than the dark brown medicine soup, and Bo Xiyun didn't show any signs of resistance. However, when the protective seal of the medical patch was peeled off and the man brought it to the back of Bo Xiyun's neck, the young man's body instantly tensed up.
"No, please... Ugh..."
Even someone with limited knowledge would know what the back of the neck was—it was where the pheromone glands were located.
Bo Xiyun had thin skin, and areas like the earlobes and the back of the neck were already more sensitive than usual for most people, not to mention now that he had differentiated into an omega.
The medical patch was clearly meant to be applied to the glands at the back of his neck, but as soon as the adhesive with the medicine scent got close, the young man had a strong reaction. He curled up and hid in Wen Xiusen's arms.
"Don't... please..."
Bo Xiyun's clothes were all made of special velvet material. Even when he was kept in the separate little villa, those people had never skimped on the young master's clothing expenses. He had to wear expensive specially-made fabrics to avoid allergies or getting irritated.
But even so, after differentiating into an omega, Bo Xiyun only wore low-collar clothing, exposing the delicate, fair, almost translucent skin at the back of his neck. Because the tender newly-formed glands on his neck couldn't handle any touch.
Now, the man wanted to apply the medical patch, and how could Bo Xiyun endure that? Just imagining the adhesive with its texture pressing onto his fragile glands, the ultra-delicate skin being rubbed mercilessly, the young man felt like he couldn't bear it.
As the medical patch approached to within a finger's breadth, Bo Xiyun's eyelids were already red.
The foreign object about to be applied to the back of his neck made him extremely uncomfortable. Bo Xiyun's soft voice was nasal and muffled as he protested haphazardly.
"Don't, Wen Xiusen, it hurts... Please, don't..."
If it were applied to the glands on his neck, this wouldn't be treatment for Bo Xiyun.
It would be pure punishment.
Perhaps the young man's pleading tone, filled with hints of crying, softened the man's heart. The medical patch finally stopped just before touching the delicate skin at the back of his neck.
The man's hand hesitated, and then, as if granting mercy, the long fingers that held Bo Xiyun's endless pleas finally collected the medical patch.
Only when he saw the frightening medical patch being placed safely out of reach, in a place where it couldn't be easily retrieved, did Bo Xiyun, with his blurry vision, finally manage to breathe a sigh of relief.
But he hadn't completely relaxed yet. The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and his long, delicate eyelashes quivered uncontrollably.
"Ah, ah—!!"
Wen Xiusen did indeed put away the medical patch that Bo Xiyun had resisted so much.
However, he used his long fingers to directly touch the glands at the back of Bo Xiyun's slender neck!
The sensitive neck, which couldn't even tolerate the friction of the most expensive silk clothing, how could it withstand such direct contact? A shivering sensation rushed up from the slender back like an uncontrollable electric current. The young man's fair skin was instantly dampened by a thin layer of sweat, the fine sheen of moisture far more beautiful than the expensive satin on the sofa.
The boy finally realized how serious his mistake was when he sought refuge in Wen Xiusen's embrace earlier. He wanted to escape, but his body had emptied of strength.
The man in front of him, who seemed like a dictator, tolerated no hint of weakness. The young man's slender and supple waist was firmly held, firmly anchored in an inescapable embrace.
And those fingers that had provoked intense stimulation on the back of his delicate neck not only did not withdraw but advanced further, pressing firmly on the tender glands. The slightly rough fingertips even found the most sensitive area, dotting, rubbing, and exerting pressure.
"Ah... Ah, ah...!"
The young man's breathing had become fragmented, and his gasps were now accompanied by nasal whimpers. Tears finally escaped from his eyes, his beautiful orbs glistening with moisture.
He had been driven to tears.
But he still had no idea what kind of treatment awaited him next.
The most sensitive and tender part of an omega's neck was being touched so delicately, methodically, inch by inch.
Compared to Wen Xiusen's careful ministrations, the medical patch that Bo Xiyun had resisted so much was almost insignificant.
The young man finally realized in this moment of despair.
-This was the true punishment.