Chapter 44 1/2

The carefully crafted image that Cen Lang worked hard to maintain collapsed with a casual mention of “considering Plato.” But now, he couldn’t afford to think about his image. Closing in on Jiang Li, he restrained his movements, fearing he might pressure Jiang’s pregnant belly, and said, “You kind of like me, don’t you?”

Someone as rational as Jiang Li actually brought up the condition of “considering Plato” in the midst of a conversation. Does Jiang Li like him a bit? Jiang Li must have considered the possibility of being together, or else, given Jiang Li’s cautious nature, he wouldn’t utter such words to a pursuer. Jiang Li knew that once he said this, Cen Lang would firmly latch onto it until he dragged Jiang Li down with him.

Jiang Li covered his face with his hand, and when he lowered it, his expression reverted to being cold. “I was considering Plato, and you’ve declined.”

Cen Lang: “I acted on impulse just now.”

Jiang Li mimicked his speech: “Too late; I acted on impulse too.”

“You mentioned pursuing me with Plato as a premise, so I considered it. Now that you’ve changed your mind, you’re no longer in my consideration,” Jiang Li declared.

Jiang Li had no intention of relying on consuming dozens of nutrient tubes to get through their vulnerable period together. The relentless events in the underground city for two days and nights, without fainting, were things he didn’t want to experience a second time.

He still preferred suppressants. He realized that the antidenoma medication was not only for others but also for himself. He had long known that he couldn’t live without simple and pure suppressants.

Jiang Li said, “You seek physical attraction, but I prefer spiritual resonance.”

Cen Lang, lacking any medical knowledge, suddenly felt a crisis. He misunderstood Jiang Li’s intentions. “The words just now were impulsive. I’m willing to consider Plato with you. Let’s establish our relationship first, and we can figure out the rest later. At least, Plato is within reach.”

Being a father for so long, he didn’t even dare touch Jiang Li’s belly.

Jiang Li responded, “That’s the truth.”

Cen Lang said, “The truth is, I suddenly realized that we’ve been intimate. Of course, that’s all that’s on my mind now! You were the one not being honest first.”

Jiang Li’s mind went blank. “What did you remember?”

Cen Lang replied, “Okay, I haven’t remembered anything.”

Jiang Li instantly became alert. “Do you have any evidence?”

Cen Lang shamelessly said, “You’ve marked me everywhere. Aren’t you responsible?”

Jiang Li’s face instantly became quite colorful—pale and red everywhere.

Cen Lang smiled. “No wonder top Alphas are fundamentally genes of plunder. Even claiming the moral high ground is exhilarating. By the way, have you had a medical examination?”

Jiang Li regained composure. “Yes, a medical accident assessment.”

Cen Lang challenged, “I’ll let you examine me freely.”

Jiang Li asked, “Do you have any photos from before the incident?”

Cen Lang hesitated. “Who would have such photos?”

Jiang Li pressed, “None?”

Cen Lang proposed, “I can submit alternative evidence.”

Jiang Li nervously asked, “What?”

Cen Lang speculated, “I guess the first time you registered at the maternity hospital, you must have indicated the use of a mark-erasing drug in your medication history.” Jiang Li was extremely meticulous in medical matters, and doctors liked patients who were thorough in their medication history.

Jiang Li fell silent, lowering his head to look at his belly.

The belly slightly protruded, as if a little fist had pressed against it. Cen Lang followed his gaze, his arrogance instantly fading. “Can I touch it?” Jiang Li nodded as if evading.

Cen Lang dared to use only four fingers, gently touching the location of the fetal movement just now, greeting the little one for the first time. It was strange.

The little one, formed by the bloodline shared by him and Jiang Li, who resembled whom more?

The tenderness in Cen Lang’s eyes was like the calm sea before the wind blew—deep and serene. He smiled and looked at Jiang Li. “I read online that the resolution of parents’ quarrels often ends with hitting the child.”

Jiang Li was speechless. Who was he threatening?

Cen Lang clarified solemnly, “We’re not quarreling.”

Jiang Li asked, “Aren’t you going to sue me?”

Cen Lang emphasized, “No change of color, still pristine.”

Jiang Li: “…”

Cen Lang: “Really, it should be you pouring potassium permanganate on my underwear and rubbing it in.”

Jiang Li: “…”

Cen Lang: “Admit it?”

Jiang Li: “Yes, I’m an Omega. I let you bite me first. After you woke up, I asked if you wanted to mark me, and you agreed.”

Cen Lang’s gaze lingered on Jiang Li’s fair neck, finding this version a hundred times more attractive than the acupuncture version. How did he forget? How did he bite?

Cen Lang pursed his lips, itching to use his teeth.

“You can smell my pheromones.”

Jiang Li: “Smells like disinfectant.”

Before knowing the truth, Cen Lang regretted that the exclusively tailored pheromones for Jiang Li, a Beta, couldn’t be smelled. He didn’t dare tell Jiang Li for fear of stirring up thoughts in Jiang Li’s mind.

Now… Since he knew that Jiang Li somewhat liked him, it wouldn’t be considered moral coercion.

Cen Lang said, “My pheromones have turned into the smell of disinfectant because of you. Aren’t you responsible?”

Jiang Li frowned. He had asked the old demon before, and the old demon hadn’t given him a clear answer. “What’s going on?”

Cen Lang explained, “There’s a saying that top Alphas originally have no smell. They only appear to comfort their wives when they sense their wives need it.”

Jiang Li ignored his biased view and blinked. So, was Cen Lang’s pheromone scent during that period due to a lack of water, causing anxiety because he couldn’t clean himself?

At that time, he thought Cen-