Chapter 27 2/2

Jiang Li took out a nutritional supplement, opened it, and stuffed it into his mouth—um!! A sudden wave of nausea surged.

Jiang Li quickly took the supplement out of his mouth, and immediately, most of the symptoms disappeared.

Jiang Li was shocked. He couldn’t avoid taking nutritional supplements in the future. There were still several months to go, and he couldn’t skip meals. He took another sip.

Not good!

The morning sickness reaction was completely triggered. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. Jiang Li covered his mouth, immediately locking himself in the bathroom, leaning against the sink with one hand, retching incessantly.

His fair face turned rapidly red, and tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily. He hunched over, trying to hide the commotion, but it was futile.

Jiang Li had to give up muffling the sounds, one hand gripping the fabric at his abdomen. He turned on the tap briefly, then turned it off; he couldn’t waste water.

Cen Lang was alarmed, waking up from a terrible dream in a second and rushing to the bathroom door: “Jiang Li? Not feeling well?”

“Nothing,” Jiang Li transmitted, leaning against the door, graduallyrecovering, and, closing his moist eyes

“Come out; let me see,” Cen Lang said.

Jiang Li: “In a moment, um!”

Cen Lang heard that he was vomiting, gripping the door handle. “Food poisoning?!” “No.”

Cen Lang became anxious. If it were someone else, he would have kicked the door open long ago. But inside was Jiang Li, and he patiently reasoned, “If you don’t open the door, I’ll remove it.”

Jiang Li wiped his mouth, ran his hands under the tap for a couple of seconds, and opened the door. “I’m fine.”

Cen Lang’s heart tightened; he observed, holding Jiang Li’s shoulder. His complexion was poor, but his pulse was strong. It didn’t seem like poisoning. So why…

Suddenly, Cen Lang’s heart ached, his gaze sliding from Jiang Li’s eyes. At this moment, Alpha’s anxiety reached its peak.

Jiang Li looked so disheveled from vomiting that he hadn’t even washed his face properly to save water! There were tears in his eyes. This was not the Jiang Li he knew at any other moment.

“I’m sorry.” Cen Lang embraced Jiang Li, soothing him gently.

Jiang Li, perplexed, pressed his chin against Cen Lang’s shoulder. Sorry for what? It had nothing to do with Cen Lang. Oh, maybe it did a little. But Cen Lang probably didn’t know. How could he explain this unusual behavior so early in the morning?

Suddenly, he smelled a faint scent of disinfectant, not pungent but pleasant, with a mild, cold fragrance reminiscent of traditional Chinese medicine.

A very distinctive smell. If disinfectant on the market could have this scent, it must be Dr. Jiang’s designated disinfectant for life. Jiang Li moved his head, trying to identify the source of the smell.

Cen Lang thought he was wiping tears on his clothes, but luckily changed to a clean set the night before. He didn’t expose Jiang Li’s grievances about not being able to bathe; he just hugged him a little tighter.

Jiang Li’s nose brushed against the seam of Cen Lang’s collar and neck, and he froze.

It wasn’t the smell of industrial disinfectant; it was the scent of pheromones.

It was Cen Lang’s pheromones!

Jiang Li took a deep breath, almost moaning aloud.

How did Cen Lang’s pheromones suddenly become the scent of disinfectant? Wasn’t he supposed to be scentless like Jiang Li?

No, Cen Lang had never explicitly mentioned the scent of his pheromones. Jiang Li had asked, and Cen Lang evaded, talking about privacy.

Alpha’s pheromones could change. What about Omega’s? Would there be a day when his pheromones changed and he could no longer disguise himself as a Beta?

Facing this miraculous phenomenon in front of Jiang Li, an expert in pheromones, he couldn’t ask. If he did, Cen Lang would discover that he was immune to his storm phobia, and all his previous efforts would be in vain.

But he really wanted to know.

Unconsciously, Jiang Li secretly sniffed Cen Lang’s pheromones.

The scent precisely met Jiang Li’s preferences, especially in the current environment. Being close to Cen Lang made him feel physically and mentally comfortable—a sense of security wrapped in a clean and warm environment.

Cen Lang whispered, “Lie down on the bed for a while.”

Jiang Li transmitted subconsciously and nodded.

The next moment, he was lifted up by Cen Lang, sitting on his arm, and Jiang Li, with the experience of the underground city, instinctively hugged his neck. Cen Lang placed him on the bed, half-kneeling at the bedside, asking, “Any more discomfort?”

Jiang Li: “None.”

Cen Lang: “How about some oatmeal?”

Jiang Li thought about the cause of his morning sickness and sighed quietly in his heart. “Okay.”

This kid, with his rich second-generation settings, even refused to drink nutritional supplements. Cen Lang went to boil water to make oatmeal. The instant he turned around, his eyes sharpened. Today, he fixed the outer shell of the battleship to ensure Jiang Li’s safety while he was alone, and then went out to find a water source.

After drinking the oatmeal, Jiang Li forgot about the discomfort of morning sickness. In fact, if it weren’t for these two episodes of nausea, he would be the same as before pregnancy. He walked to the door of the battleship, saw Cen Lang move two large buckets to the open space, and poured something resembling white paint into them.

The flame retardant on the outer layer of the battleship needed to be brushed regularly.

Jiang Li: “I can help.”

Cen Lang adjusted while saying, “It smells bad.”

Jiang Li: “It’s okay, I’ll do it.”

He saw a roller brush beside him and picked it up to test its weight.

Cen Lang glanced up at him and said, “Then you do it.” It was good to divert Jiang Li’s attention to cleanliness.

The difficulty of the flame retardant lay in the mixture of ingredients, and anyone with hands could do the brushing.

Cen Lang mixed the materials, dipped the roller brush, and handed it to Jiang Li: “Brush the bottom.”

Jiang Li swept the roller brush layer by layer over the battleship deck, doing it meticulously without missing a spot.

After finishing one section, he went back to return the roller brush to Cen Lang and took the opportunity to sniff his pheromones.

Flame retardant was very smelly, but a whiff of Cen Lang’s pheromones made him feel better. Combining work and rest, it wasn’t tiring.

Cen Lang, with an unchanged expression, mixed various materials. When Jiang Li went to the back to paint, he couldn’t help but turn his head to smell his clothes. There was obviously no scent.

What’s with that disgusted expression on Jiang Li’s face? It was as if he was dirty.

Dr. Jiang’s cleanliness not only made him anxious to the point of vomiting but also made him disdainful of others. Cen Lang’s mood was complicated, and his image in the past few days had probably plummeted.