FIO CH29

Chapter 29: Sensitive Period

The overwhelming tea fragrance surged forward and settled heavily, making it difficult for Lu Fangchi to breathe. He turned his face away. His waist was lifted and pressed against the doorknob. The warm, damp sensation on his neck caused a wave of dizziness. He reached out to push and create some distance, panting, “Let’s move somewhere else.”

Without a word, Zhou Zheng, with red eyes, stared at the plump, moist lips that were tinged with a petal-like hue. His breathing grew heavier. He lifted Lu Fangchi and tossed him onto the soft mattress.

Before Lu Fangchi could recover from the spinning sensation, the tea fragrance enveloped him once again.

…

Lu Fangchi gasped, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Cigarette.”

The tight sensation brought Zhou Zheng back to his senses a bit. Seeing Lu Fangchi’s pale face beneath him, he quickly reached for the cigarette pack on the bedside table, took one out, and offered it to Lu Fangchi, lighting it for him with a bowing gesture.

Lu Fangchi took a drag, and his furrowed brows eased just a bit.

“Are you okay now?” Zhou Zheng asked, not waiting for a response before he began to move again.

Lu Fangchi’s brows had only just relaxed for two seconds when they tightened again. He clenched his teeth and took two hard drags on the cigarette.

As he exhaled, the white-gray smoke curled around, adding an atmospheric haze to the scene: his slender neck leaning back, the prominent and rolling Adam’s apple, the slightly furrowed brows, the small mole on the tip of his nose that moved up and down, and the petal-like lips that suddenly parted with a soft “hmm.”

Zhou Zheng’s eyes gleamed. He focused his efforts on one spot, moving while observing the expressions on Lu Fangchi’s face. “Is it here? Is it?”

Lu Fangchi’s brows furrowed deeply. He lifted his reddened eyelids and managed to say, “No, it’s not… stop.”

Zhou Zheng didn’t believe him, ignoring his protests as if they were insincere. Like a mischievous child, he continued to explore, discovering new pleasures.

The strange, uncomfortable sensation washed over Lu Fangchi, deepening the furrows in his brows. Unable to bear it, he reached out to push Zhou Zheng’s shoulders. “Stop, stop it.”

Zhou Zheng ignored him.

Lu Fangchi switched from pushing to pounding, landing heavy blows on Zhou Zheng’s shoulders, leaving red marks on his fair skin.

Trying to stop him, Zhou Zheng misinterpreted the signals and became even more energetic, as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

Unable to control his own reactions, Lu Fangchi felt overwhelmed. Was he not listening? Rarely losing control of his emotions, Lu Fangchi raised his hand and slapped the alpha.

With a sharp “smack,” Zhou Zheng’s head turned to the side. The air seemed to freeze for two seconds as Lu Fangchi pursed his lips and clenched his fingers.

Zhou Zheng raised his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of it, turned back to face Lu Fangchi, and looked down at him with a satisfied expression. “Baby, hit me harder.”

…How outrageous.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Lu Fangchi’s mind felt like mush. He soared high into the clouds, rolling and flying, then suddenly plummeted into a dark abyss, eventually reaching a state of blank nothingness.

He closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The S-class alpha’s sensitive period was fierce and lasted a full three days before gradually subsiding.

At noon, the bright sunlight forcefully penetrated the gaps in the curtains and shone into the bedroom, casting a beam of light on the two people sleeping with their necks intertwined.

Zhou Zheng’s eyelids fluttered. He licked his lips contentedly and instinctively turned to hold the person in his arms, lowering his head towards him.

This was followed by a shove, and in a whirl, he found himself on the floor.

Zhou Zheng, who had been kicked out of bed, finally opened his eyes. He sat up, puzzled, and looked at Lu Fangchi, who had a displeased expression.

What’s wrong? Zhou Zheng’s mind raced to figure out why Lu Fangchi was angry, but his gaze uncontrollably shifted downward, landing on the marks on his delicate collarbone—bite marks.

There were two or three layers of them.

Lu Fangchi had always been aloof and restrained; sensual marks should not be on him. Now, these bite marks brought him down from his pedestal into the mundane world, shattered yet fatally alluring.

Zhou Zheng ground his teeth, feeling a bit itchy. He vaguely remembered the sensation of biting down on that collarbone, the uncontrollable shivers, and the muffled moans in his ear…

“Bang—” A pillow struck his face directly, interrupting Zhou Zheng’s reverie.

Zhou Zheng put down the pillow and saw that Lu Fangchi had lain back down, pulling the blanket up to cover the marks on his collarbone. With a pale face, he said, “Go make something to eat.”

Only then did Zhou Zheng remember that they had spent most of these days in bed. No, to be precise, it was in the bathroom, on the desk, on the sofa, on the countertop, next to the fridge—no matter what they were doing in between, they never separated, sticking together almost every moment, and eating snacks to stave off hunger.

At Lu Fangchi’s reminder, Zhou Zheng’s stomach involuntarily churned, making a “gurgling” sound. He was hungry.

“Okay, I’ll go right away,” Zhou Zheng nodded and agreed. As he stood up, his knee buckled involuntarily.

Damn, it’s sore.

Zhou Zheng gritted his back teeth. Upholding the absolute dignity of an alpha, he didn’t make a sound. He stamped his foot, straightened up, and walked out of the bedroom.

Most of the green vegetables in the fridge were wilted, but Lu Fangchi should focus on a light diet for now, so not many ingredients were needed. Zhou Zheng rummaged through the fridge and decided to make a pot of lean meat porridge with the available ingredients.

Thawing and preparing the ingredients, Zhou Zheng effortlessly washed and shredded them, then neatly placed the ingredients into the casserole pot. Turning around, he noticed that Lu Fangchi had come out at some point, draped in clothes and leaning against the kitchen doorway.

“Still need another half hour,” Zhou Zheng said, “Do you want some water?”

Lu Fangchi blinked and nodded slightly.

Zhou Zheng poured a glass of lukewarm water and handed it to Lu Fangchi, who took it and drank it down in one go, the sound of gulping echoing in the quiet kitchen.

“Thirsty, huh?” Zhou Zheng asked again. “Do you need more?”

“No need,” Lu Fangchi’s voice was a bit hoarse.

“Okay.” Zhou Zheng took the glass, put it away, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

In the silence, Lu Fangchi walked out of the kitchen and collapsed onto the sofa. He looked up at Zhou Zheng, who was standing awkwardly nearby, and waved him over. “Come here.”

Obediently, Zhou Zheng walked over to Lu Fangchi. Seeing him lift his leg, creating a space to sit, Zhou Zheng took the hint and sat down. Lu Fangchi’s leg naturally rested on Zhou Zheng’s lap.

“Give me a massage,” Lu Fangchi said.

Zhou Zheng, following the order, carefully lifted Lu Fangchi’s calf and began to massage it, his palm sliding over the muscles, kneading and tapping with just the right amount of pressure. Lu Fangchi’s eyes closed in contentment.

After a while, Lu Fangchi’s leg suddenly stretched and lightly kicked Zhou Zheng.

“Huh?” Zhou Zheng was puzzled.

Lu Fangchi lifted his eyelids and glanced at Zhou Zheng, bluntly exposing his feigned innocence. “Where do you think your hand is?”

Looking down, Zhou Zheng realized that his hand, which had been massaging the calf, had unconsciously moved up to the thigh, almost entering a dangerous zone.

Caught red-handed, Zhou Zheng chuckled awkwardly and tried to justify himself: “Does that part feel sore? I can massage it to relax you.”

“No need,” Lu Fangchi coolly refused, pulling his leg back and sitting up straight to create some distance between them.

“Your sensitive period is over, right?” Lu Fangchi’s expression was somewhat wary.

“Probably, maybe, I guess I don’t know,” Zhou Zheng’s eyes drifted to the side, his answer vague.

Lu Fangchi glanced at him, took out his phone, and started tapping on the screen. “Then I’ll call the control center.”

Hearing this, Zhou Zheng quickly reached out to stop Lu Fangchi’s hand, leaning in and whispering ingratiatingly, “No, it’s okay, it’s fine.”

Lu Fangchi raised an eyebrow. “Fine?”

Zhou Zheng nodded, closing his eyes briefly and dragging out the word: “Fine, really fine.”

Only then did Lu Fangchi release the phone and dim the screen. Zhou Zheng took the opportunity to lower his head and nuzzle against Lu Fangchi’s chest, his voice muffled: “Had to ruin the moment, huh? No consideration at all.”

Ha, now he was acting wronged? Lu Fangchi couldn’t help but flick Zhou Zheng’s forehead. “If I gave you more leeway, you’d be unbearable. The way you were during your sensitive period, no one could handle it.”

Zhou Zheng looked up, let out a soft “Ouch,” and pouted in complaint: “That hurts.”

Lu Fangchi responded, “Serves you right.”

Zhou Zheng huffed again and reached up to touch Lu Fangchi’s forehead, as if checking for something. It didn’t seem like much.

Uncertain, he tried again. Zhou Zheng leaned in and used his forehead to gauge Lu Fangchi’s temperature, but still found nothing.

This shouldn’t be, Zhou Zheng muttered to himself.

Lu Fangchi was puzzled. “What are you doing?”

“Aren’t you supposed to have a fever?” Zhou Zheng got up to look for a thermometer.

Lu Fangchi was amused and exasperated. Zhou Zheng returned with an electronic thermometer and beeped it against Lu Fangchi’s forehead. The screen displayed — 36.5. Normal body temperature.

Not convinced, Zhou Zheng beeped it again three times in a row, but the temperature kept dropping.

“Must be broken, I’ll get a mercury one,” Zhou Zheng said, about to leave again.

Lu Fangchi called him back, crooking his finger to signal him over.

“Huh?” Zhou Zheng stopped, looking back at him.

Lu Fangchi crooked his finger again, urging him to come closer.

What was going on? Was it what he thought? Zhou Zheng licked his lips and leaned in.

Lu Fangchi whispered into Zhou Zheng’s earlobe, his warm breath tickling: “The thermometer isn’t broken, your brain is.”

“You’re not that strong, and I’m not that weak.”

Zhou Zheng’s earlobes had gone soft and tingly from the breath, and he felt a bit lightheaded. But once he understood the words, it was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him.

His cheeks flushed quickly, and he licked his lips, speaking softly and hesitantly: “Then why did you feel uncomfortable?”

Lu Fangchi’s expression was one of feigned innocence. “What do you think?” Zhou Zheng was such a brute, with no technique at all. At one point, Lu Fangchi had felt so much pain that he almost had to arch in discomfort. Fortunately, as an alpha, his physical condition was good enough to avoid too much embarrassment.

“Shouldn’t be,” Zhou Zheng felt a bit resentful and retorted. “but you did climax later.”

Lu Fangchi’s usually aloof and handsome face visibly reddened. He raised his hand and hit Zhou Zheng, exasperated: “Climax my foot! I told you to stop, and you didn’t.”

The more Lu Fangchi spoke, the angrier he became. He grabbed Zhou Zheng’s arm with one hand and kept hitting him with the other.

Humiliation, sheer humiliation!

Lu Fangchi had never seen such an untrained and inconsiderate lover. Zhou Zheng’s bedside manner was terrible, completely disregarding the feelings of the other person!

Lu Fangchi was genuinely angry. Unlike an omega, an alpha’s strikes were not playful or flirtatious. Each blow made Zhou Zheng hunch his shoulders and raise his hands to block, repeatedly admitting defeat: “I was wrong, I know better next time.”

Lu Fangchi stopped, asking, “What do you know better?”

“To stop when you say so,” Zhou Zheng replied meekly, like a quail, though he silently added two more words in his mind: no way.

This answer was somewhat satisfactory. Lu Fangchi let him go, rotated his wrist, glanced at him, and said, “There won’t be a next time.”