Chapter 56 2/2

The distance is still too great for people to talk.

How do I handle it? What use is my pheromone information?

Jiang Li didn’t want to delve into the difficulties of other Alphas anymore. Right now, he only wanted to study Cen Lang’s needs. If marking once is effective, what if it continues indefinitely?

Jiang Li’s thoughts were disrupted by the phenomenon caught in the corner of his eye. Cen Lang was there, near his trousers. “Doesn’t it feel uncomfortable?”

Cen Lang: “I can endure it.”

Humans are not beasts; not every sensitive period can be endured. Even during the sensitive period, inhibitors can be used. It depends on whether one is willing or not. Cen Lang is willing to endure for Jiang Li.

In June, many flowers were in full bloom. With the careful care of the gardener, each flower was perfect, its petals flawless. A glass corridor competed in beauty, exuding a fragrant aroma.

Cen Lang casually praised, “The pink peonies are really beautiful.”

Cen Lang sincerely complimented, “But Dr. Xiao Jiang is even more beautiful.”

Jiang Li: “Just  because he said he wasn’t good-looking a moment ago?

“The white lotus flowers are beautiful.”

“But Dr. Xiao Jiang is more dazzling than frost and snow.”

Jiang Li felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. “Stop praising; just enjoy the flowers.”

Cen Lang honestly said, “I can’t focus on the flowers with you here.”

Jiang Li: “Then what do you want to see?”

Cen Lang: “Read some Buddhist scriptures.”

Jiang Li turned to look; they had reached the central part of the flower house. The winding glass flower house, with no one entering from front to back, blocked the outside view with dense branches and blooming flowers.

Jiang Li whispered, “You want to take off some clothes to see… Actually, you can see without taking them off.” Jiang Li felt like Cen Lang had infected him a bit strangely. He opened the back collar with his fingers. “Take a look.”

Cen Lang’s gaze slid down from the back of the shirt, following the beautiful shoulder blades all the way to the lower back, like riding a smooth slide, sinking into the soft waist hollow.

From behind, it’s hard to tell that Jiang Li has been pregnant for six months; his back is still thin.

Cen Lang lowered his eyes, his breath almost entering Jiang Li’s collar, like tasting the forbidden fruit of secret exploration after just coming of age.

Dr. Xiao Jiang is too cute; how could he think of such a way to arouse the Alpha’s primitive nature to check on his wife? Cen Lang’s fingers twisted the collar, moving it to the clavicle, gently opening it, and the breath lightened. Jiang Li: “Is it okay now?”

Cen Lang: “Not yet; check the shoulders.”

Jiang Li felt that the white shirt’s collar was almost torn into pieces by Cen Lang.

After a long time, long enough for Jiang Li to see two bees coming back empty-handed after completing a round of honey collection, Cen Lang smiled and let go of him. Cen Lang flipped the deformed collar and tidied it up. “The quality of the clothes is not good.” Jiang Li: “Can we look at the flowers now?” Cen Lang: “Sure.”

Since the establishment of the flower house at home, this was the first time Cen Lang entered. Unfortunately, every flower looked like Jiang Fu to him, and his mind was full of metaphors, enough to write an eight hundred-word essay.

It seems that Jiang Li doesn’t like the light, Cen Lang thought. It’s usually fine, but during pregnancy, he needs to see Jiang Li’s expression at all times to feel reassured.

Well, why think so much? In a daze, Cen Lang returned home and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Jiang Li: “Okay.”

While Cen Lang was in the bathroom, Jiang Li struggled with his thoughts for a while and couldn’t help but open Cen Lang’s drawer to check.

How could a normal person have such strange things, like a sleeve electric shocker or a bite inhibitor? He wanted to throw them all away! On the left side of the bedside table were a stack of photo albums and documents, but Jiang Li felt it was inappropriate to look at the photos without permission. On the right side of the bedside table, things became confusing as soon as Jiang Li pulled it open.

Jiang Li pulled the drawer all the way out, sat on the floor, and picked up each item one by one. Things like condoms were all new and unopened, with a very recent production date, as if they were just bought in the afternoon. Bought but not used.

Jiang Li pushed them aside and picked up an object shaped like a wristwatch, wider than a watch, about three inches, enough to cover a third of a forearm.

Jiang Li pressed it, and the dial popped open, revealing many tubes of inhibitors lined up side by side.

Jiang Li suddenly understood its purpose. It was probably the inhibitor injector Cen Lang used during his sensitive period.

He was different from others. Normal people only need to inject once a day. Cen Lang needs to maintain a high concentration of inhibitors in his body, but too high a concentration will have side effects. So, he made this slow-release watch-like device to replenish a bit as it metabolizes.

Jiang Li pressed it, seeing the sharp needle emerge from the bottom of the dial.

After experiencing twenty years of storms, those useless expert teams must have tried all kinds of useless instruments on Cen Lang. Sometimes, being covered in intravenous bags all over the body might not be effective.

So, Cen Lang is always generous in restricting his physical tools. This is the most commonly used method he can think of.

Crack! The doorknob was pressed down, and Cen Lang came out of the bathroom. The smell of disinfectant, accompanied by steam, approached. He took the inhibitor dispenser from Jiang Li’s hand, threw it into the drawer, and closed it. “Don’t sit on the floor.”

Jiang Li bowed his head and said, “Actually, I wouldn’t resist in my heart.”