"Yu Qingyu…" Liu Wei groaned, his hot breath tingling Yu Qingyu's neck. He was breathing heavily, unwillingly releasing his pheromones.
Yu Qingyu blinked a few times, surprised. "Liu Wei?" he asked in return, trying to free his wrists, but to no effect. He was no match for the alpha even at his best, and now that he was affected by the pheromones, his whole body was turning weak and relaxed, ready to submit.
His own scent was also filling the air, perhaps even more intensely though. A sudden thought flashed through his head. 'Wait… Don't tell me… Was it me who started it?'
[…Host still hasn't realized?] 520 cut in, unable to take it any longer.
'Hasn't realized what?'
[Host is in heat! Why does Host think Rosemist gave Host almost a week off?]
