Chapter 94 1/2

Jiang Li blushed as he flipped through the title page, looking at the editors, publishers, and consultants of the book, many of whom were anthropology professors from the Third Military Academy.

“Primitive Social Life” compiled by so many senior professors was currently one of the most recognized works in academia.

Jiang Li didn’t buy books randomly. Before buying it, he had understood that “tracing pheromones” was a meaningful work, with reference significance for medicine, evolutionary biology, and even psychology.

It should just be a coincidence, right? Cen Lang made a bonfire for him.

He shouldn’t give up acquiring knowledge just because he thought too much.

Jiang Li quieted his mind and returned to the page about “fire.”

Because there was limited empirical evidence for ancient society, much of it was based on speculation, which inevitably led to different viewpoints and schools of thought.

Editor Professor Zhang believed that when primitive humans lit a bonfire, the firelight would attract nearby humans to gather, like hosting a blind date party. After Alphas and Omegas eyed each other, they would take a torch from the bonfire and lead the Omega back to their cave. This kind of thing often happened in spring when people lit bonfires for mating.

Editor Professor Li believed that primitive humans were more open-minded, and spring was the time of the year with the strongest susceptible period. The weather was cold, so people had to gather to make fires. The larger the bonfire, the warmer the surroundings, so people lit bonfires for mating.

They both agreed on one thing: it happened in spring.

And Jiang Li’s Northern Hemisphere was entering spring.

Once again, Jiang Li blushed and closed the book, the image of Cen Lang’s handsome profile in the firelight flashing through his mind.

No wonder bonfire blind date parties were still popular among Alphas and Omegas.

Such scenes were easily misleading.

Cen Lang treated him like a good brother. He shouldn’t bring instability to their relationship just because he had differentiated into an Omega.

Cen Lang, as an Alpha, endured the pheromone storm without changing his care for Jiang Li. How could Jiang Li’s mind wander just from reading a few pages of idle books?

Jiang Li added “Primitive Social Life” to the list of banned books during his susceptible period.

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Cen Lang treated his desires as ruthlessly as pouring cold water on a fire pit.

If it were someone else harboring inappropriate thoughts about Jiang Li, Cen Lang would use the pheromone storm to destroy every unhealthy cell in their brain.

But this person was himself.

He took an hour-long cold shower, took a sleeping pill, cleared his mind, and fell asleep.

An hour later, Cen Lang woke up with a dark expression.

He had unforgivable dreams about his younger brother.

It was too despicable.

How could a brother say “Jiang Li, you’re still a baby, don’t fall in love,” and then dream of things only adults would do?

Cen Lang frowned deeply. Only he knew how embarrassed he was when he extinguished the fire pit and fled, deliberately creating a lot of smoke and ash to cover up his suspicious reactions.

When Jiang Li closed his eyes because of the choking black smoke, Cen Lang’s gaze was definitely not that of a brother looking at his younger brother.

It was just not right!

How would Jiang Li see him? How would Uncle Jiang see him?

Would he, because of a momentary mistake, be labeled with the hat of ill intent for the past twenty years?

Cen Lang stared at his lower abdomen, suddenly remembering the medicine Jiang Li mentioned. He anxiously dialed Jiang Li’s phone.

“Where can I buy it?” Cen Lang asked hoarsely.

“I made it up,” Jiang Li replied anxiously.

“…”

“Why is your voice so hoarse? Is the storm acting up? Isn’t it only supposed to happen during the susceptible period?” Jiang Li asked.

During a pheromone storm outside of the susceptible period, it meant that the storm had escalated, which was as bad as it could get.

Cen Lang: “No, I’m fine.”

Jiang Li suddenly realized that the trust between him and Cen Lang was very fragile.

He trusted Cen Lang to sacrifice his life to protect him, but he didn’t believe Cen Lang when he said, “I’m fine.”

How could it be okay when he was willingly becoming impotent?

Jiang Li’s eyes suddenly turned red. He felt so useless. From childhood to adulthood, it was always his brother protecting him, and he hadn’t done anything for Cen Lang.

Jiang Li took an inhibitor and ended his susceptible period, heading straight to the lab to focus on his experiments.

Before Cen Lang’s next susceptible period arrived, he wanted to produce a sample.

Jiang Li worked in the lab under sterile conditions, wearing masks, gloves, and sterile caps. He observed the structure of his pheromones, then suddenly looked up, a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

Could he let Cen Lang smell his pheromones before the next susceptible period?

After the last time his father was affected by pheromones, the two fathers lived separately for a while. Both fathers returned to normal married life, and comprehensive physical examinations showed no problems. Even the regulation of pheromones had been optimized.

His pheromones were natural and had no side effects.

In fact, the pheromones produced by an Omega’s body metabolism were harmless to Alphas.

Jiang Li acted on his decision. He extracted two tubes of pheromones and made a pheromone slow-release ball, like a sachet of mugwort hung in a car.

For some reason, Jiang Li didn’t dare to face Cen Lang directly, so he sent someone to deliver the “mugwort ball” to Cen Lang.

Cen Lang’s head did indeed ache faintly. The susceptible period of top Alphas was relatively long, at least two months. He had a premonition that this spring’s susceptible period wouldn’t be easy.

Wang Wang rushed in holding the mugwort ball. “Mr. Cen, your brother sent you a gift.”

Cen Lang opened it carefully and found a sachet of mugwort, with a message from Jiang Li: “Smelling mugwort can relieve headaches.”

Jiang Baobao really cared about him.

Cen Lang picked up the sachet and smelled it under his nose. The fresh scent of mugwort instantly relieved his tense nerves. Cen Lang sniffed it hard again and again.

Wang Wang watched from the side and followed suit, sucking in a deep breath. Wasn’t this the same as the mugwort sachet his mother bought for him at the ten-yuan store?

Mr. Cen was so out of touch. He had never smelled it before.

Cen Lang: “Jiang Li likes pharmacology so much. This must be mugwort he personally dried.”

Wang Wang: “Isn’t it too late for that this year?”

The mugwort was still in its seedling stage.

Cen Lang: “Couldn’t it have been dried last year?”

Wang Wang: “Right, right.”

Cen Lang really liked the gifts Jiang Li sent him. He even placed it under his pillow when he slept.

But it made him dream of Jiang Li more easily.