On the way back, Gu Qinglan looked at the mint candy through the elephant-shaped box. Will he be like Mr. Zhige in the future too?

He knew that the hormones inside an Omega's body would cause them to have low and uncomfortable emotions. If suppressants were injected for a long time or if they didn't bond with a Beta or Alpha, the hormones would become chaotic, and the Omega's emotions would become extremely terrible, even leading to a tendency towards depression. Hormones and physiology determined that Omega had to rely on Alpha or Beta, while Alphas could remain independent forever.

During the two years after discovering that she had become an Omega, Gu Qinglan suffered from severe depression.

This world is truly unfair to Omega.

Regardless of the circumstances, I hope Mr. Zhige does not degenerate because of this.

Not forgetting to take a mint and place it in my mouth as I sighed. To be honest, this brand of mint is really delicious. I wonder if they sell it online?

Finally, the foodie Gu Qinglan recalled what Mr. Yan had said in the restaurant.

The mint-flavored Omega, isn't that referring to oneself? Could it be that one's pheromones have leaked? Speaking of which, today and yesterday, he hasn't been considerate or attentive.

Gu Qinglan sat up in bed, touched her neck, and struggled to fall asleep until dawn.

On the other side, Jiang Zhige is starting extreme physical activities on the hotel's double bed.

"Come on, baby, ravage me fiercely..." His legs were fair and slender, his fingertips hooking onto the man's belt.

The handsome guy I met online turned out to be a Beta. We had arranged to meet at a bar, and as soon as we saw each other, he embraced me and took me to a hotel room.

Meeting such a high-quality and wealthy Omega, it's truly a stroke of luck. The key point is that he is very charming and beautiful.

"Brother, come quickly..." His voice was sweet and his eyes were enchanting.

Any man, let alone a boy in his early twenties, would find it hard to bear such a scene. Moreover, he is even more susceptible to this kind of temptation. The two quickly entangled with each other, but the passionate man unexpectedly lost the battle early on, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere.

"It's okay, really, it's okay..." Jiang Zhige brushed his ear and gently curled his golden hair, comforting him, "Actually, it's understandable... you're still young, after all..."

"Baby, I'm sorry," the man said regretfully, "I've never been like this before. Your charm is too irresistible, and I..."

Mr. Zhige put on his black pants, leisurely fastened the buttons of his shirt, smiled and supported his shoulder, saying, "I understand. Don't be sad. I still have things to do. Goodbye."

The man sat on the edge of the bed, unable to find the words to persuade her to stay.

Mr. Zhige coldly walked out of the door, and when he left the hotel, he sighed disappointedly, "It's a pity that I finally managed to come out and relax.... What a shame!"

No more finding young ones next time!

On the second day, Gu Qinglan carefully watched Mr. Yan's expression all day long, hoping to catch some clues from his composed face.

Of course, it is all in vain. Mr. Yan's dedication to his work is unmatched by anyone.

He secretly sneaked a candy first. Today, he deliberately wore this hoodie with a big pocket, a red Doraemon pocket. There's a pocketful of peppermint candies, two for each person on the 12th floor, and there are still some left. He reached into the pocket and took out a candy, his movements light and swift. When tearing open the wrapper, he must do it in one go, as quietly as possible.

He had a very experienced look.

Mr. Yan's gaze slowly shifted from the wine bottle to the little bodyguard. Gu Qinglan's heart tightened: "Have I been found out?"

The sunlight happened to cast upon Mr. Yan's eyes from outside the window. He lifted his head and saw Gu Qinglan next to the bookshelf, as if she was coated with a warm shimmer. However, her pressed lips and the intertwined fingers betrayed her true feelings.

He knew that when Gu Qinglan got nervous, he would rub his index finger and thumb together. And he must have been holding onto a piece of candy wrapper in his hand.

The sunlight moved another inch and engraved itself on Mr. Yan's shoulders. He asked Gu Qinglan to help him press the curtain button. Gu Qinglan nodded, and the electric curtain slowly descended.

Gu Qinglan was just about to catch her breath when she heard Mr. Yan saying, "My sense of taste is just malfunctioning."

"Ah?" Gu Qinglan was momentarily stunned, turning her head to look at him.

Mr. Yan saw that there was still a candy in his mouth, resting on his pink tongue.

Gu Qinglan awkwardly closed her mouth.

Mr. Yan said, "My taste may not be great, but my nose still functions."

Gu Qinglan couldn't forget about this matter. The scent of mint was so unique, and Mr. Yan, of course, noticed it.

Gu Qinglan's face blushed for a moment. She bit the candy hard, crushing it, and swallowed it into her stomach. In the end, she even licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

Doesn't he know that this gesture is ambiguous and seductive? Mr. Yan's gaze gradually darkened, this naive little tiger.

Gu Qinglan was deeply afraid that Mr. Yan's quiet and intense gaze would make him feel tense and at a loss, causing his heart to be restless. After a while, Mr. Yan finally stopped looking at him, and this nervous and helpless feeling disappeared.

Gu Qinglan could only bow her head and apologize sincerely, "Mr. Yan, I promise I won't make the same mistake again." Her voice sounded short and soft, unintentionally carrying a hint of coquetry.

Mr. Yan said, "Where do you think you went wrong?"

"Eating during work hours."

"......" Mr. Yan gently tapped his fingertips on the crisp glass cup as he leisurely watched the red wine ripple.

Gu Qinglan quickly stepped forward and tried to please him, saying, "Mr. Yan, after working all day, let me give you a massage!"

Mr. Yan, as usual, was dressed in a white undershirt for work, which had a comfortable texture. Through the fabric, he could feel that his shoulders were stronger and broader than he had imagined. Like an electric shock, a certain scene flashed through his mind. Back in the liquor storage room, he had leaned on the shoulder of that Alpha. His involuntary reaction seemed crystal clear from a God's-eye view, causing Gu Qinglan to blush uncontrollably.

Who on earth is that guy?

Gu Qinglan shook her head to clear her mind, filtering out all these things.

He stood behind Mr. Yan, applying a gentle pressure with his hands. He caught a faint scent of a certain shower product in Mr. Yan's hair, and observed more closely the old scar on his face. It must have been many years since it happened.

"Why doesn't Mr. Yan, who is so wealthy, go for scar removal or skin grafting?"

Of course, even if Gu Qinglan is foolish, she would not overestimate herself and ask such a question.

"Is this strength acceptable?" Gu Qinglan tried her best to appear professional.

Mr. Yan responded with a nod, closed his eyes. It was just the case that he had been overloaded with work these past few days and needed to relax a bit.

After pressing for ten minutes, it was evident that Mr. Yan enjoyed it very much. This made Gu Qinglan even happier, as she felt that she finally had a chance to contribute.

"Hey, do you still remember that you applied to be a bodyguard at first?" Gu Qinglan's inner critic came out to beat him up.

"It doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Yan likes it." - Gu, the masseur who acknowledged defeat, sighed, Qinglan.