Special Effects Pheromone - Chap 16

Qu Jing was momentarily stunned.

He also felt something unusual.

Yu Zhao’s face was flushed, emitting an incredibly sweet fragrance.

The dim scent of roses was illuminated by the sweetness of honey, creating a refreshing aroma.

Qu Jing extended his hand, attempting to pick this honey-sweet rose. Unfortunately, roses have thorns—Yu Zhao swiftly slapped his hand away with a “snap.” Qu Jing recoiled in pain and surprise.

Leaning on the chair, Yu Zhao stood up reluctantly, saying, “I’m not that kind of person!”

“I know…” Qu Jing replied.

Thinking about Mr. Qu’s attitude towards him, Yu Zhao was convinced that he couldn’t go too far with Qu Jing tonight. Otherwise, Mr. Qu’s impression of him would worsen.

Or maybe, he shouldn’t have come to Qu Jing’s room in the first place!

“I’m leaving,” Yu Zhao turned around, taking advantage of the fact that the pheromones hadn’t completely dominated him yet, and decisively walked toward the door.

Qu Jing didn’t stop him.

As Yu Zhao reached for the doorknob, he heard a knock on the door from the outside.

He was startled.

Qu Jing was also surprised, raising his voice, “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Mr. Qu’s voice echoed.

Qu Jing and Yu Zhao exchanged glances.

Expect the unexpected!

Qu Jing quickly said, “I’m going to bed. If there’s something you want to say, let’s talk about it tomorrow dad.”

“Don’t lie to me. How can you fall asleep so early?” Mr. Qu’s voice came.

Qu Jing was a bit helpless.

Mr. Qu continued, “You think I’m nagging, huh? Open the door; I need to speak to you about something!”

Yu Zhao, like a thief caught in the act, looked at Qu Jing with guilt and fear.

Qu Jing, seeing Yu Zhao’s usual indifference and rarely revealed expression, now finding it interesting and cute, reached out to pull Yu Zhao into his arms. Although Yu Zhao wanted to push him away, he found himself lacking the strength and was dragged along helplessly by Qu Jing.

Damn pheromones!

Yu Zhao found himself covered by a blanket as Qu Jing put down the bed curtain, hiding him.

Qu Jing said, “Just a minute,” and walked to the door, opening it.

Mr. Qu looked at him and said, “What? Won’t let me in?”

Qu Jing pointed to the pajamas he was wearing and pretended to be half-asleep, “Really, I was sleeping. I’m not lying to you.”

Mr. Qu was half-believing, “Then… can I say a few words…”

“Dad, once you start talking, it’s endless,” Qu Jing interrupted his father, “If it’s not urgent, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Mr. Qu was about to say something but watched as the door was closed in front of him.

“Hey! Grown-up and not obedient anymore!” Mr. Qu angrily said.

Qu Jing ignored his father’s anger, walked back to his bed, lifted the blanket, and laughed, “Did you suffocate under there?”

Not suffocated, but the pillow and blanket were full of Qu Jing’s pheromones. Wrapping Yu Zhao in them was indeed strange. It was like putting a lollipop on the fire; it would melt into syrup in no time.

Qu Jing lifted the blanket, and a strong honey rose fragrance rushed in like ocean waves.

Qu Jing was attacked and felt dizzy for a moment.

Before he could recover, Yu Zhao had already straddled him.

Yu Zhao sat firmly on Qu Jing’s body grinding on top of him, and this action continued for a while, until he had no strength left. Qu Jing took over the relay baton, turned around, and pressed him down, adding heat to the room.

The two messed around until midnight before calling it a night.

Yu Zhao, exhausted, felt his waist sore and limbs weak. While Qu Jing massaged his waist, he joked, “This is your first time taking the initiative like this.”

Yu Zhao’s face turned as red as a tomato, “What… nonsense…”

Qu Jing said, “You should work on your waist; moving for a while shouldn’t tire you out. I was hoping you would endure a bit longer.”

Yu Zhao felt embarrassed but thought, “This is customer demand!”

So, he, diligently as ever, asked, “I thought ALPHAs wouldn’t like being ridden?”

“This situation is different,” Qu Jing smiled ambiguously, “I think it’s quite nice with you on top.”

“What’s good about it?” Yu Zhao asked.

Qu Jing said, “Because I can see things more clearly.”

Yu Zhao’s face turned even redder, “See what more clearly?”

“Everything,” Qu Jing leaned in close to his ear and whispered softly.