Chapter 58 1/2

Before Jiang Li could react, Cen Lang swiftly pressed his lips to his cheek. Once the kiss happened, disinfecting the lips was out of the question.

Jiang Li glanced at his ankle, touched his cheek, hesitated to speak, and eventually closed his mouth.

Cen Lang chuckled lightly, kissing from the corner of his mouth to his earlobe, their breaths mingling. “Can I bite?” Jiang Li tensed his back. “Yes.”

Cen Lang: “No resisting in your mind.”

Jiang Li: “Yes.”

“And don’t think I didn’t disinfect.”

“Hmm?”

The fair skin of the nape was pierced by canine teeth, blending two pheromones like rivers merging into the sea. The skin turned rosy, lips tightly biting, only teeth retaining some strength.

Cen Lang held Jiang Li, his eyes swirling with ink. Facing his lover’s pheromones for the first time was a shock—a comfortable rush towards his sanity, unlocking a door of memories.

Sucking on the skin, he closed his eyes and said, “Bite, then wake me up.” In the darkness, a cold Omega spoke, crouching before the pain-stricken Alpha, presenting his nape, and commanding coldly.

Cen Lang, with limited rationality and night vision, vaguely perceived a blurry silhouette.

The voice was unfamiliar; few dared to command Cen Lang in such a tone. Yet, unexpectedly, it struck a chord in his mind in the current situation, where someone played the role he had played for most of his life, succinctly issuing a rescue order.

He complied.

Cen Lang bit into his nape, and the continuous release of pheromones brought some clarity to his senses.

“Wake up?”

“Want me to mark you thoroughly? It helps control your pheromones.”

Short words, fearing Alpha might not understand.

“Yes.”

“I agree.”

Cen Lang opened his eyes, impressed by Dr. Xiao Jiang’s calm strength. The powerful Omega, with tasteless pheromones, led heroes and bowed to commands. Thorough marking wouldn’t disappoint.

Cen Lang smiled; even in his limited rationality, he could imagine that, after waking up, Jiang Li firmly believed he was a beta. “Impressive, Dr. Xiao Jiang,” Cen Lang sincerely praised.

Jiang Li suppressed physiological tears, turned his eyes, and stared closely at Cen Lang. Wasn’t it impressive without making a sound?

Cen Lang didn’t explain, prying open the only place where Jiang Li resisted.

Jiang Li naturally resisted Cen Lang’s kissing all over him, but he couldn’t resist Cen Lang’s conquest. Soon, he allowed Cen Lang to freely exchange saliva, pushing his pheromones deeper.

Cen Lang, while kissing, kept one eye vigilant. When he sensed Jiang Li’s oxygen deficiency, he let go, teaching him to regulate his breathing.

Jiang Li, with a sharp gaze, asked, “Are you skilled?”

Cen Lang: “Did some theoretical homework?”

Cen Lang picked up water from the bedside table and said, “Take a sip.”

Jiang Li drank, a faint red mark on his nape like a vermilion mole planted in Cen Lang’s heart, urging him to deepen their connection.

Temporary marking reminded him of memories associated with it. After thorough marking, would he recall even more? Synchronising the mind and reality was bewildering.

Cen Lang, with a hoarse voice, asked, “Can we go further tonight?”

Jiang Li looked at him, containing many messages. At a glance, Cen Lang saw “don’t want to be completely exposed,” “need to disinfect,” “disinfect five times,” and a plethora of other information.

Cen Lang gritted his teeth. Wasn’t it just disinfection?

Facing the living person, could Jiang Li’s disinfecting hands stay steady? “You want disinfection, right? Okay, I’ll let you have your way tonight.”

“What do you mean by having my way?”

Jiang Li looked surprised as Cen Lang opened his bag, found potassium permanganate effervescent tablets, and diluted a basin of light purple disinfectant. Cen Lang generously said, “Wipe wherever you want, soak again if needed, and if there’s excess, clean the floor.”

Jiang Li seemed as if he expected a plastic toy gun but got handed a mortar. Holding the basin of water within reach without bending over, Cen Lang grabbed a handful of cotton, dipped it in the solution with tweezers, and handed it to Jiang Li. “Where should we start?”

Jiang Li held the tweezers and swallowed saliva, feeling like an innocent player forced into a game. Cen Lang unbuckled his belt and said, “Let’s get straight to the point.”

Jiang Li suddenly turned his gaze away, his ears filled with the sound of clothes falling, like a drumbeat close to the eardrum. The usually fast and steady wrist, unfazed by pouring concentrated sulfuric acid in the lab, now struggled to apply force.

“Should I stand or lie down?”

Jiang Li’s CPU was almost overheating; he didn’t want to disinfect; he just wanted to immerse his face in the basin to cool down. The moment he closed his eyes, Cen Lang lay on the bed besides him.

Jiang Li felt hot, and a light purple cotton ball fell on Cen Lang’s chest. Cen Lang said, “Dr. Xiao Jiang, without the habit of one disinfection per action, you’d better satisfy your cravings beforehand.”

Though he said that, Cen Lang didn’t really plan to do it tonight. With an alpha like De, it was more efficient to speak than to act. First, let Jiang Li face his… Tomorrow, he would undress Jiang Li; no more disinfecting.

Hearing this, Jiang Li’s mind quickly reconnected. Despite his cleanliness obsession and time-delaying tactics, the arrow was already on the bow, and he had to shoot.

What was terrifying about disinfecting there? It just looked scary. He had experienced it and knew how frightening it was.

Jiang Li picked up the fallen disinfectant cotton with tweezers.

Dr. Xiao Jiang lost his touch, using tweezers to include Cen Lang’s skin. Cen Lang made a hissing sound, a bit afraid of Jiang Li’s medical skills.

Jiang Li bit his lip and sweated on his forehead, and the disinfection method was chaotic.

How could this be? Was it because he hadn’t done experiments in a long time and his skills had regressed?

Jiang Li stared at his wrist in disbelief, stunned for five seconds. He tried to focus on disinfecting himself, but even though it was the same person with the same interfering breath, he felt clumsy.

Just one disinfection, and he was sweating all over—no strength for a second round.

Cen Lang was on the verge of exploding, especially as he witnessed Jiang Li’s movements. Many related scenes flashed through his mind, making his already poor self-control even worse.

Although he couldn’t bear it… Should he go on?