Chapter 56 1/2

Cen Lang tossed the keys in a parabolic trajectory, and they landed outside the window, directly behind the curtain. Jiang Li was dumbfounded.

Cen Lang: “I won’t bite you; the material is on the level of battleship hulls, resistant to high temperatures and pressures.”

“Wait!” Jiang Li wanted to pry into the thoughts of the top-level Alpha and increasingly believed this was not a scientific project but a psychological study.

With a gentle push from Jiang Li, Cen Lang moved aside a bit, maintaining a distance of twenty centimeters from his lower abdomen. Due to Jiang Li’s tendency to feel short of breath on stage, Cen Lang was concerned that triggering the scenario might shift.

Jiang Li kneeled on the bed. Delicate fingers touched the black metal bite restraint worn by Cen Lang, something he had only seen on police dogs in the subway.

Jiang Li frowned, feeling a heavy, battery-like object at the back. “Is it electrified? What did you promise me?” Didn’t they agree not to suppress themselves in a punitive way? If there’s difficulty, he could consult Dr. Xiao Jiang.

Dr. Xiao Jiang was now a bit regretful; he had broken his promise.

Since Jiang Li agreed, Cen Lang’s mind had been in an excited state, focusing on two thoughts: one, Jiang Li agreed, and two, he absolutely couldn’t be impotent.

These two thoughts tightly controlled his rationality; only Jiang Li’s words had any influence.

Cen Lang let him touch, saying, “It’s not electrified; what you touched is the lock clasp.”

Jiang Li asked, “Can you unlock it?” Cen Lang replied, “I threw away the key.”

Jiang Li said, “Go get it back.”

Cen Lang: “Can I appear like this in public? Never mind that; besides the mouth, I still have hands and eyes.”

“Dr. Xiao Jiang, can you take off some clothes to check?” Jiang Li’s cheeks immediately flushed, retracting his hand, no longer caring about the pain. The environment in the dungeon was all black; he could bury his sense of shame there, but in broad daylight, how could he undress?

Although they agreed to date, they hadn’t thought about undressing.

“No,” Jiang Li said, covering his stomach and preparing to get off the bed. “I’ll go get the key for you.”

Cen Lang chuckled and stopped him, letting his pregnant wife go downstairs to get the bite restraint for him. It sounded a bit perverse.

Cen Lang: “Why not? I won’t bite you.”

Jiang Li’s eyes were always clean and bright. He lowered his eyes, saying, “It doesn’t look good with a big belly. We’ll see later.” Cen Lang reacted, feeling distressed, “How could that be? Dr. Xiao Jiang should not have such worries.” Jiang Li had a graceful figure; whether sitting or standing, leaning against the railing in the rain, or focusing on an experiment, he looked pleasing from any angle, like a proud and noble swan, naturally beautiful and aloof.

After becoming pregnant, Jiang Li had a hint of tenderness between his eyebrows, resembling a deity looking down at his lover.

The tall Alpha looked back, kissed him at the corner of his eye, and the metal cage of the bite restraint hit Jiang Li’s cheek. The cold crossbar left an imprint on his crimson face, like a piece of chiffon cake outside the cage.

Cen Lang ground his teeth, grabbed the two bars on the bite restraint, and deformed it, but at most, it allowed him to take a bite of real chiffon cake.

He didn’t wear it; he just wanted to kiss Jiang Li.

“Baby, help me pick up the keys.”

Jiang Li: “Wait for me.”

Cen Lang: “Walk slower.”

Jiang Li: “Okay, there are many people downstairs; don’t rush.”

After Jiang Li left the room, walking down the stairs briskly, passing the living room, Mr. Cen was still watching the news and asked, “Where is Xiao Jiang going?”

Jiang Li: “The things fell under the window, and he’s going to pick them up.”

Mr. Cen snorted: “Doesn’t the brat have legs? Why let you pick them up?”

Jiang Li: “He’s taking a shower.”

Mr. Cen, not very reassured, stood up and said, “I’ll pick them up for you.”

Jiang Li had to lead his grandfather to the window; it was just bending over. Mr. Cen picked them up, asking, “The keys? Yours or Cen Lang’s?”

Cen Lang stood by the window and said, “Mine.”

Mr. Cen threw them back with a swing of his arm. “Pick them up yourself next time.”

Cen Lang caught them in his hand with a thud, feeling a bit painful. The old man was strong. “Okay.”

Jiang Li: “Indeed,, they were grandfather and grandson.

Cen Lang unlocked in a second, poked his head out, and said, “Dr. Xiao Jiang is waiting for me downstairs.” Jiang Li stood still and said, “Okay.”

Counting to five, Cen Lang appeared in front of him. “Grandpa, make way; I have pheromones on me.”

Mr. Cen glared at him, quite used to walking around him three meters away during Cen Lang’s sensitive period. Cen Lang took Jiang Li’s hand, saying, “Let’s go for a walk in the flower room.”

Mr. Cen looked back and chuckled, finally having someone who could hold his hand anytime during Cen Lang’s sensitive periods.

Jiang Li glanced at his grandfather, wondering if there was a way to make Cen Lang’s storm syndrome more obedient. Could he embrace his grandfather and future child without reservation? Three meters was the range within which Cen Lang could completely suppress the pheromones, but only for intimacy at home.