When Shizheng regained consciousness, it was already the afternoon of the next day. The blanket was soft and loose, and the warmth from the heater enveloped her arms that were exposed outside. The bedroom wasn't completely dark, as two layers of curtains blocked most of the sunlight, allowing a faint view of the sparse rays outside the window.

The train of thought was like being amidst a sea of darkness, but then it was abruptly illuminated, gradually and resolutely recalling a long and entangled absurd love affair. With it came a profound resonance triggered by muscular memories.

"Wow... that's really... adult-content material."

Shi Zhen turned her face and buried it under the blanket. The temperature on her face kept rising, growing hotter and hotter. It felt as if her throat was itching, and she could sense that she was completely naked under the blanket. However, she didn't feel sticky or uncomfortable. On the contrary, it seemed as though she had been cleansed.

"Is that so?"

"I don't remember anymore..."

The only thing I remember is begging, while crying, for the other person to penetrate me with shamefully explicit language.

Shizheng felt stifled inside the covers, unable to breathe properly. She had no choice but to poke her head out and examine the room's furnishings. It seemed unlikely that she was in a hotel or anything of the sort. So then, was she in Alpha's house?

Shizheng held onto the blanket tightly when suddenly she caught a whiff of a familiar scent in her nostrils. It was the pheromone of that Alpha. Shizheng moved closer to the bedsheet and could distinctly smell it.

Sniffing again on the pillow, I could still catch a whiff of it.

Without looking in the mirror, Shizheng felt like she was acting like a drug addict right now, greedily and contentedly sniffing Alpha's scent, as if she had turned into a pervert.

Perhaps this is how it feels to do drugs, like quenching one's thirst with poisoned wine, sinking deeper into the mud.

Shizheng felt her own neck and could sense a lingering warmth in her glands. However, the Alpha she was with never took the final step nor attempted to intrude into her genitals while she was vulnerable. Shizheng couldn't help but feel relieved by his admirable self-restraint.

The thoughts were like a complex web, tightly wrapping around Shizheng. From how he went from being a Beta, experiencing heat in the restroom, to now having a temporary mark relationship with a stranger Alpha, suddenly disappearing, his manager and assistant must be going crazy looking for him. But given his current state, he had no way to continue working. If I remember correctly, there seemed to be a magazine cover shoot in the afternoon.

When Shi Zheng lay paralyzed on the bed, lost in deep thought, Ye Jindu had just finished dealing with matters at the company and came up to see if she had regained consciousness.

As I pushed open the door, I saw Shizheng sitting there with her eyes wide open, lost in thought.

'Not lovers, nor friends with benefits, just two individuals who ended up having an intimate relationship due to a twist of fate. How should they face each other and what kind of expressions should they display when they meet for the first time after the incident?'

Shizheng tried hard to recall the scripts and novels he had read before, but none of them had such a ridiculous plot. However, now, at this very moment, he found himself in the middle of it, becoming the male protagonist.

Shizheng's gaze fell from the ceiling onto Ye Jindu's face, only to find that he appeared different from yesterday. He wasn't distant and awe-inspiring like when he was spotted in the bathroom, nor was he the sophisticated scoundrel who dominated the rhythm tenderly yet forcefully in bed last night. Perhaps it was because the material of the pajamas he was wearing looked too soft, making him seem devoid of any sharpness, just like his pheromones—peaceful yet mighty.

Shizheng unknowingly praised the other person again in her mind, unaware of what this involuntary daydream would ultimately reflect in his heart.

But no matter what Xizheng was thinking in her heart, from Ye Jindu's perspective, no matter what the trigger for this incident was, whether it was Xizheng going into heat or marking territory, it would be detrimental to the other party. Because the other party is a fragile and defenseless Omega, as stated in the national propaganda manual, Omegas are like roses in a greenhouse. If you are incapable of taking care of it, then don't plunder it; it will wither and die in an endless desert.

When Ye Jindu first saw it, he thought the person who wrote the promotional pamphlet was brainless. However, through personal experience, Ye Jindu truly experienced the vulnerability of Omega. When they cried, it seemed as if the tears were free-flowing. In a place like the desert, how could a rose blossom from just a single touch?

"It's currently 3 p.m. Would you like to have something to eat?"

There is no ambiguity, no excessive emotional investment, yet it exhibits a moderate level of thoughtfulness. Ye Dashao is a person who is accustomed to the worldly pleasures, skilled at putting on a pretense. He can easily discern whether the other party has ulterior motives, and he is also well aware of his own feelings towards the other party.

Sure! Here's the translation:

"Sure enough, Shizheng's gaze no longer had the passionate and affectionate look it had during her estrus. It was merely influenced by pheromones, causing her to lose her rationality. We are all adults here, not teenagers sneaking forbidden fruit. There is no trembling fear, no surprises or unexpected twists. There is only rationality and calmness that come after the heat subsides."

Even if one is not calm, one must still appear as if everything is under control.

This is the typical way adults hide their weaknesses.