MWMM C3: Durian Flavored?? 

When Yan Yuzhou followed Shen Ci out of Grandpa Shen’s old house, it was already two o’clock in the afternoon. The sun was at its strongest. Yan Yuzhou usually had the habit of taking a nap, and he would have been asleep by this time on a regular day. So, leaning against the comfortable back seat of the car, with the car swaying gently under the skillful driving of Xiao Wang, Yan Yuzhou’s head gradually drooped, his eyes closing bit by bit.

His head seemed to hit something hard, not as soft as a pillow or cushion, but rather firm and broad. Although it wasn’t very comfortable, it was bearable. So, in a daze, Yan Yuzhou found a comfortable position with that “pillow” and fell asleep unknowingly.

In his drowsiness, it seemed like the car stopped, and there were rustling sounds in his ears. Yan Yuzhou felt himself being gently laid down, something covering him, and then everything around him returned to calmness. His drowsy consciousness continued to wander with this peace.

It was uncertain how long had passed, but Yan Yuzhou finally had enough sleep. When he woke up, the sun had already set, and there was a dazzling red sunset on the horizon.

Yan Yuzhou felt much better after a good sleep. As he got up, the thing covering him slid off his body. He reached out and picked it up, only to find it was Shen Ci’s coat.

Shen Ci had put it on him? Yan Yuzhou was a bit stunned. Thinking about the faint consciousness he had before falling asleep, it seemed that the hard pillow he had rested his head on was—Shen Ci’s shoulder.

Suddenly, he felt a bit embarrassed. After all, he was a man. What was he doing, sleeping with another man’s shoulder as a pillow and covering himself with another man’s coat?

But Shen Ci wasn’t too out of line. Not only did he not wake him up while he slept soundly, but he also kindly covered him with a coat. That showed some social conscience.

Getting off the car with Shen Ci’s coat, Yan Yuzhou walked into Shen Ci’s villa under the fading sunlight. As soon as he entered the house, he was struck by a strong and pungent smell of disinfectant and air freshener.

“Sister Song,” Yan Yuzhou covered his nose. He looked at Sister Song and a few housekeeping staff, all of whom were covering their noses while doing a thorough cleaning with dusters and sprays. He was  puzzled, “Why are you spraying so much disinfectant and air freshener?”

Sister Song came over with an apologetic expression, bowing, “I’m sorry, madam. It’s what the master asked us to do it.”

Yan Yuzhou frowned, still covering his nose and trying to breathe as lightly as possible, “Why did he ask you to do this?”

Song Jie’s gaze became unfocused, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes. She lowered her voice, hesitating for a moment before speaking. “Um, whatever the gentleman orders, we will do accordingly. As for the specific reasons, we are not clear.”

Yan Yuzhou, confused, responded with an “Oh,” and then, after putting on slippers, prepared to retreat to his room to avoid trouble. He noticed that Shen Ci’s coat was still hanging on the armrest. Thinking of thanking him, he turned and headed towards Shen Ci’s room.

After knocking twice, Shen Ci’s cold and distant voice came from the room, “Come in.”

Yan Yuzhou pushed the door open. The moment he entered, a sensation of a winter forest enveloped him, making him shiver involuntarily.

At that moment, Yan Yuzhou confirmed that this was the scent of Shen Ci’s pheromones, like cold snow in the mountains, clear and cold.

It turned out that he could emit such powerful pheromones, which were not as weak as Yan Yuzhou had previously thought.

Unconsciously, he felt a little flustered. He calmed his mind, took a step forward, and entered the room. Shen Ci had obviously just taken a shower, his hair still damp. A loose bathrobe was tied around his waist, revealing his muscular and broad chest.

Seeing that it was Yan Yuzhou who entered, Shen Ci frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance, “Why did you come in?”

Yan Yuzhou rolled his eyes. This guy was speaking as if he were a pervert coveting his beauty. He was a manly man, although he had never been in love; at least all his parts were intact.

Walking up to Shen Ci with irritation, he reached out to hand over his coat. Shen Ci instinctively stepped back, a hint of coldness flashing through his eyes.

Yan Yuzhou’s hand awkwardly hung in the air.

Damn alpha, are you crazy??

“I just came to return a piece of clothing, why are you avoiding me?” Yan Yuzhou was puzzled, feeling that something was off.

“I don’t want the clothes, just take them and throw them away,” Shen Ci said without reaching out to take the coat, standing there with a cold gaze.

Yan Yuzhou picked up the coat and shook it, looking incredulous. “Such a good piece of clothing, and you want to throw it away just like that. Hey, I only used it to cover myself for a short while. I didn’t even get it sweaty, and you’re so disgusted?”

Shen Ci didn’t react to the words at all. He repeated the same words, “I don’t want it, just throw it away.”

Without waiting for Yan Yuzhou to respond, he turned around, walked to the socket, switched on the hairdryer, and started drying his hair.

Yan Yuzhou stood still, feeling like he was having a really bad day.

From the moment they got into the car together, Shen Ci began to recoil at his presence, even going as far as rolling down the window and complaining about his heavy scent.

Grandpa Shen arranged for him to sit beside Shen Ci; the moment he did, Shen Ci’s whole body visibly stiffened.

Moreover, as soon as they returned, he ordered a thorough cleaning of the house, filling the air with the smell of disinfectant.

And just now, when he offered a piece of clothing he had used, Shen Ci refused it outright.

Clearly, all of this was directed at him…

Having run a flower shop for several years, he had grown accustomed to various fragrances and became less sensitive to smells. Yet, at this moment, he still felt his pheromones were offensive.

Coming out of Shen Ci’s room, the scent of disinfectant still filled his nose. Yan Yuzhou walked over to the trash can, about to throw the coat he was holding, but then hesitated and decided against it.

He had been frugal since childhood, never developing the habit of wasting things. This coat, clearly worn only a few times and of such good quality, was definitely not cheap. Although Shen Ci didn’t seem to be short of money, he was himself, and if anyone was going to throw it away, it should be Shen Ci himself.

With this thought, he tightened his grip on the coat, which he had initially prepared to let go of.

Sister Song approached, seeing Yan Yuzhou’s conflicted expression, she kindly asked, “Madam, do you need any help?”

Yan Yuzhou wrapped the coat around his arms and shook his head. Just as he was about to say it was nothing, he suddenly remembered something and asked, “Sister Song, can you tell me what my pheromones smell like?”

Unexpectedly, Sister Song chuckled, her eyes carrying a teasing glint. “Madam is joking. I’m a beta, how could I smell pheromones? Only omegas like you, Madam, and alphas like Mr. Shen can smell each other’s pheromones.”

Yan Yuzhou once again felt like he was gaining new knowledge. So betas couldn’t smell pheromones. He could only manage a somewhat crestfallen “Oh.”

“Not just me, all the maids in the Shen family are betas. Don’t you know? The Shen family only hires betas,” Sister Song added mysteriously.

Yan Yuzhou perked up a bit. “Why is that?”

Sister Song whispered, “It’s said that Mr. Shen doesn’t like omegas.” Then she felt it wasn’t appropriate and quickly added, “But of course, Madam, you must be someone Mr. Shen likes.”

Whatever. Who cares about that?

Yan Yuzhou shrugged, returned to his room, hung Shen Ci’s coat neatly in the wardrobe, then began to fumble around, sniffing his own scent. Finally, he accidentally touched a smooth bump on the back of his neck.

Almost instantly, he remembered what Lin Xiaoguo had told him: that this was a gland, the place where pheromones are secreted.

Yan Yuzhou gently touched the smooth bump. Thinking about Shen Ci’s series of unusual behaviors today, he began to wonder:

Could my pheromones smell like durian?