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    “For… me?” Yan Yuzhou blinked, a bit uncertain. Had he done something inappropriate after falling asleep in the car yesterday?

    “You… you need to explain yourself.” Yan Yuzhou weakly demanded in a soft voice.

    Shen Ci lazily lifted his eyelids, leaning back with his hands propped on either side of him, exuding a sense of arrogance. His tone was casual and unhurried as he spoke, “Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to borrow my clothes to smell? In the end, you just can’t get enough of my pheromones. Since that’s the case, my bed has even more of my scent, so I figured I’d just bring you over to indulge. That way, you won’t be unsatisfied and keep nagging about wanting more.”

    As he spoke, Shen Ci deliberately glanced at Yan Yuzhou’s collarbone and neck, as if something there had an irresistible allure.

    Yan Yuzhou was stunned by his words, feeling both embarrassed and shy. Who was unsatisfied? Who kept nagging about wanting more? This cold iceberg, if nothing else, was certainly skilled at twisting the truth.

    Blushing, he retorted, “You’re talking nonsense! I don’t care about your bed, and I don’t need your clothes either! Please, Mr. Shen, don’t take it upon yourself to bring me to your room again. And don’t forget, we have an agreement!”

    Shen Ci’s eyes flickered slightly, feigning realization with a drawn-out “Oh.” He lifted one hand from the bed, casually grabbing a white shirt hanging nearby, shook it a bit in front of Yan Yuzhou, and said with mock regret, “Ah, I thought I was being nice, but it turns out it was pointless. I was going to give you this shirt, but it seems I should just have Sister Song wash it instead.”

    Yan Yuzhou swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart. With a hint of excitement, he hesitantly asked, “No, no, it’s fine if I wash it. Are you… really giving it to me?”

    Shen Ci frowned slightly, pretending to think about it before sighing and nodding with a difficult expression, “It’s not impossible.”

    With a light toss, a custom-made white shirt floated down onto Yan Yuzhou’s head, completely enveloping him in its scent.

    The cold, snowy fragrance from the shirt filled his nostrils, and Yan Yuzhou couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. He cheerfully removed the shirt from his head, not bothering to be upset about the slightly rude way it was thrown at him. Holding the shirt, he smiled sincerely at the person across from him, “Thank you, Mr. Shen.”

    Seeing his carefree and untroubled expression, Shen Ci felt a string inside him being gently plucked.

    Living with someone like this would surely make one easily happy and content.

    Suppressing a certain growing desire, Shen Ci was the first to get out of bed. Shirtless, he wore a pair of loose, long pajama pants that accentuated his lean waist and well-defined abs, making Yan Yuzhou’s eyes flutter.

    “Well, uh, I won’t stay long. I’ll head back to my room to freshen up…”

    Leaving that sentence behind, Yan Yuzhou quickly jumped off Shen Ci’s bed, holding Shen Ci’s shirt, and swiftly opened the door to slip out…

    Shen Ci thoughtfully watched the door that had slammed shut, stroked his chin, and smirked lightly.

    Shy and amusing.

    After a few days, Yan Yuzhou and Shen Ci finally sat down together for breakfast again.

    Sister Song watched the two of them, looking harmonious and content, with a motherly smile of satisfaction.

    This morning, she had secretly noticed Madam running out of Mr. Shen’s room in disarray, her face flushed with embarrassment.

    An Alpha and an Omega alone in a room—no need to guess what might have happened. Perhaps before long, there would be good news about Madam’s belly.

    At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang. Sister Song snapped out of her thoughts and walked to the door to answer it.

    Yan Yuzhou was wondering who could be visiting so early when he heard a familiar but unpleasant voice at the door.

    “Where’s Brother Shen?” the person at the door asked Sister Song.

    The corner of Yan Yuzhou’s mouth twitched, and he sneered inwardly. This Yan Yuhe didn’t even greet his own brother upon entering, immediately asking for Brother Shen instead.

    Everyone could see his intentions.

    Gently putting down his spoon, he instinctively glanced at Shen Ci across from him. The latter seemed entirely unaffected by the sweet call at the door, calmly sipping his porridge.

    Seeing his nonchalant attitude actually lifted Yan Yuzhou’s mood.

    Sitting upright with a composed smile, he watched as Yan Yuhe hurriedly entered the dining room. With a gentle smile, Yan Yuzhou displayed his demeanor as the eldest brother.

    “You’re here?” he casually greeted, smiling again before picking up his spoon and taking another mouthful of porridge.

    Seeing Shen Ci and Yan Yuzhou sitting across from each other, looking so pleasing to the eye, Yan Yuhe felt a pang of jealousy. Biting his lip in resentment, he ignored Yan Yuzhou, the rightful head of the household, and instead moved closer to Shen Ci.

    “Brother Shen, I’m here.”

    One, two, three—awkwardness filled the air as silence stretched on.

    After what felt like ages, Yan Yuzhou even began to feel embarrassed for Yan Yuhe. Just as he was about to speak up to ease the tension, Shen Ci finally set down his porridge, glanced up nonchalantly, and asked in a cold tone, “What is it?”

    Yan Yuhe clearly hadn’t expected such a frosty response from Shen Ci. His face immediately showed his disappointment as he asked, “Can’t I visit you without a reason, Brother Shen?”

    Yan Yuzhou felt his sense of aesthetics being insulted and trampled upon as he watched Yan Yuhe’s exaggerated and affected performance.

    “You’ll have to ask your brother. He’s in charge here.” Shen Ci’s offhand remark deftly shifted the focus to Yan Yuzhou.

    Yan Yuzhou: … What does this have to do with me…? Since when did I become in charge of this house???

    Cursing silently in his heart, he maintained a smiling face, exuding tolerance and magnanimity. He stood up, walked over to Yan Yuhe, and patted his shoulder warmly.

    “Xiao He, what are you talking about? You’re always welcome at your big brother’s home! But you know, both your Brother Shen and I are out during the day, so we might not be able to take care of you properly. Don’t hold it against me.”

    Hearing that Yan Yuzhou wasn’t chasing him away, Yan Yuhe’s expression softened a bit, but he still felt a deep-seated resentment and disdain towards his brother’s position as the head of the Shen household. He gave his brother a cold glare and huffed.

    Then, shamelessly, he turned to Sister Song, who was standing by, and ordered, “I’m hungry. You there, bring me a bowl of porridge. I want to eat with Brother Shen.”

    Sister Song’s face slightly stiffened at his imperious tone, but she maintained her composure as a servant, nodding slightly before walking into the kitchen to silently fetch a bowl of porridge.

    Yan Yuzhou couldn’t stand it anymore and frowned as he scolded Yan Yuhe, “Show some respect to Sister Song. What do you mean by ‘you there’? Sister Song is family, so mind your manners.”

    Sister Song brought the bowl of porridge over and placed it gently on the table. Hearing Yan Yuzhou’s protective words, she smiled gratefully at him before retreating.

    Yan Yuhe sneered, completely unconcerned as he pulled out a chair and sat down, idly stirring his porridge with no hint of shame, which made Yan Yuzhou seethe inside.

    Shen Ci, without a word, stood up from his seat. Without sparing a glance at the eager Yan Yuhe, he walked straight over to Yan Yuzhou, firmly took his hand, and domineeringly led him out of the dining room.


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