Zhou Yi winced as Shang Yichen’s hand tightened around his neck, but he still managed to yell back at him. The hot breath from Shang Yichen’s mouth brushed his skin, sending goosebumps prickling all over his body.

The tobacco-scented pheromones were suffocating, making Zhou Yi feel even more tormented. He wanted to shake Shang Yichen’s hand away from his neck, but he knew he couldn’t act rashly. His status alone made it impossible.

Clenching his trembling fists, Zhou Yi fought to control his body’s reaction, maintaining his composure as he stammered, “I… I really didn’t want to seduce you, Mr. Shang…”

Shang Yichen, however, didn’t hear him. The moment he grabbed Zhou Yi’s neck, he realized something was wrong. The smoothness of Zhou Yi’s skin beneath his fingers and the minty scent—growing stronger the more they changed positions—made his body react instinctively.

Shang Yichen’s gaze was fixed on Zhou Yi’s lips, not registering the words being spoken. The allure of Zhou Yi’s scent, combined with the way his lips parted, felt like a silent invitation, driving Shang Yichen’s desire further. His temples throbbed as he fought against the surge of lust.

Despite his better judgment, Shang Yichen leaned closer, breathing in deeply. The faint mint scent overwhelmed his senses, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he fought to control himself. His eyes locked onto Zhou Yi’s exposed neck, and the temptation became unbearable.

Zhou Yi, realizing the situation was spiraling out of control, stiffened. The familiar scent of Shang Yichen’s pheromones, so potent now, mixed with the minty fragrance surrounding him, was too much. He swallowed nervously and tried to move his neck, hoping to escape, but Shang Yichen’s grip tightened.

The next moment, Zhou Yi felt a rush of pheromones as they flooded his senses. His body went weak as the powerful scent overwhelmed him. Despite the suppression patch on his gland, the pheromones flowed freely, causing his body to shake uncontrollably.

Shang Yichen, now fully intoxicated by the minty scent, was lost to his instincts. His eyes darkened with lust, and he pressed his body against Zhou Yi, moving recklessly.

Zhou Yi tried to resist, but the sheer force of Shang Yichen’s pheromones made it impossible to maintain control. His body trembled, and the only thing he could think of was to push Shang Yichen away, but his strength was drained.

Shang Yichen, however, was relentless. The minty scent called to him, driving him to get closer, to mix his own pheromones with Zhou Yi’s. His Alpha instincts took over, and he leaned in, trying to get closer to the source of the scent.

Zhou Yi, feeling his control slipping, tried to tilt his head away, avoiding Shang Yichen’s advances. His mind raced, but his body betrayed him, inching closer despite his best efforts. The more Zhou Yi tried to pull away, the more Shang Yichen became frustrated.

In a surge of anger, Shang Yichen grabbed Zhou Yi’s hair, forcing his head forward. Zhou Yi gasped in pain, his body unsteady as he staggered, but Shang Yichen didn’t care. He dragged Zhou Yi to the table, pushing him down with ease.

Zhou Yi’s shirt was torn open with rough hands, buttons flying everywhere. Shang Yichen’s hunger was clear as he moved to unbutton Zhou Yi’s pants, his desire for control escalating.

Zhou Yi, still struggling against the overwhelming force of Shang Yichen’s pheromones, clenched his fists, desperate to maintain his composure. He didn’t want any physical contact with someone like Shang Yichen, especially not under these circumstances.

He had promised Liang Xianzhang he would stay away from Shang Yichen, that he wouldn’t be tainted by his scent. Zhou Yi’s heart clenched as he thought of his promise. He couldn’t break it now, especially not like this.

Determined not to submit to Shang Yichen’s control, Zhou Yi bit his lip hard, the taste of blood flooding his mouth. He grabbed the nearest object on the table—a heavy item—and, with all his strength, smashed it down on Shang Yichen’s head.