MWMM Chapter 31: Let Me Hold You a Little Longer

Yan Yuzhou was pulled into the car by Shen Ci.

As soon as he sat down, Yan Yuzhou hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Shen. Xiao He is still young and lacks manners. I’ll make sure to teach him properly afterward.”

Shen Ci sighed, glanced at him with a complex expression, then reached over to ruffle his hair, speaking with a hint of frustration, “He’s got nothing on you. Having a brother like him, you’re just unlucky.”

Yan Yuzhou was stunned as Shen Ci patted his head. After a moment, he reached up to touch his head too, then smiled sheepishly, “Mr. Shen, are you complimenting me?”

Shen Ci raised an eyebrow and lazily responded with a nonchalant “Mm,” which was as good as an acknowledgment.

All of a sudden, Yan Yuzhou felt much better. So, even the cold and aloof Shen Ci could give compliments, huh?

First, he lent him his shirt to smell, then he praised him for being sensible and polite. Yan Yuzhou’s affection for Shen Ci shot up by several stars, and the smile on his face became even more radiant and attractive.

Shen Ci quietly observed Yan Yuzhou’s joyful expression, feeling a wave of softness wash over his heart.

Sweet, he wanted it.

After spending the night in Shen Ci’s bed last night, Yan Yuzhou had absorbed Shen Ci’s pheromones to the fullest, leaving him feeling energized and in high spirits. To top it off, he had reconciled with that guy, received a shirt, and felt great all day.

However, when he returned home with Shen Ci after school, the moment they stepped through the door, Yan Yuzhou could no longer smile.

The air was thick with the scent of lemons.

Yan Yuhe had inconveniently gone into heat at his house.

And worse, he had hidden in Shen Ci’s room.

Yan Yuzhou sneaked a glance at Shen Ci’s sharp gaze and suddenly felt like the villa had turned into a terrifying battlefield.

Sister Song, looking troubled and speechless, was knocking on Shen Ci’s bedroom door, calling for Yan Yuhe to come out. But no matter how much she called, the person inside had locked the door and refused to emerge.

“Sister Song, get the key,” Shen Ci said, his face icy, his tone cold as autumn frost, spitting out the words coolly.

Yan Yuzhou bit his tongue nervously. Having just gone through his own heat period, he knew all too well how overwhelming and unbearable it could be. Standing beside Shen Ci, he watched as Sister Song hurriedly retrieved a spare key and unlocked the door, his heart tightening with anxiety.

Then, a strong, pungent lemon scent flooded out from the room, quickly filling the entire living room.

Shen Ci’s face changed color as he quickly moved to the side, covering his mouth and retching a few times.

Yan Yuzhou panicked and quickly ran to Shen Ci’s side, wanting to see if he was alright. As he approached, he noticed that in just a few seconds, Shen Ci’s face had turned ashen, and his forehead was already beaded with cold sweat.

This intense reaction startled Yan Yuzhou. Instinctively, he supported Shen Ci and gently called out, “Mr. Shen.”

Suddenly, Shen Ci grabbed his arm and strode purposefully towards Yan Yuzhou’s room.

Yan Yuzhou gasped lightly, but his body followed Shen Ci’s lead, soft and pliant, until they reached the door of his room.

Shen Ci stopped and, with a complicated expression, instructed Sister Song, “Sister Song, call security.”

After Sister Song quickly acknowledged, Shen Ci, with a cold expression, pushed open Yan Yuzhou’s door, pulling him inside, then closed the door with a click.

Yan Yuzhou’s room, having been kept closed, didn’t have much of the lemon scent. Instead, the air was filled with a faint aroma of black tea, mixed with a barely discernible hint of cold snow.

Leaning against the wall, Shen Ci took a long time to recover from the nausea and retching.

Yan Yuzhou quietly went into the bathroom, wet a towel, and brought it to Shen Ci, speaking softly, “Mr. Shen, wipe your sweat.”

Shen Ci stared intently at him. Though his face was still pale, his gaze had softened. He reached out, took the towel from Yan Yuzhou, and placed it on his forehead.

“Are you feeling better?” Yan Yuzhou asked, worry written in his big eyes as he looked at Shen Ci with concern.

As Shen Ci looked at him, a warm sensation flowed through his heart. The person in front of him was like a refreshing little black tea, not the sour presence that made him shiver. Somewhere deep inside, he suddenly felt an urgent impulse.

With a strong pull, the person in front of him was yanked into his embrace. Shen Ci slightly lowered his head, bringing his nose close to the person’s neck, inhaling deeply as if he were addicted.

Satisfied.

The moment Shen Ci tightly held him, Yan Yuzhou’s heart inexplicably began to race. Feeling Shen Ci’s slightly heavy breathing on the back of his neck, each exhale hitting his gland, he felt as if every cell in his body was boiling.

He wanted to struggle, but images of Shen Ci bending over and retching, with cold sweat covering his forehead, suddenly flashed in his mind. A mix of confusion and pity quietly sprouted within him.

Forget it, letting him hold on a bit longer wouldn’t be a big deal. After all, it was his brother who caused the trouble, and Mr. Shen was also a victim.

“Let me hold you a little longer,” Shen Ci suddenly said, his tone filled with exhaustion and weakness.

Yan Yuzhou listened silently, softly replying with a “Mm” and gently placed his arms around Shen Ci’s back, giving him a comforting pat. The two of them remained in this embrace for who knows how long.

Perhaps worried that Yan Yuzhou might be affected and enter his heat period, Shen Ci restrained his pheromones well this time, merely clinging to Yan Yuzhou’s gland, greedily seeking what he wanted.

In the living room, Yan Yuhe’s hysterical cries could be heard. It seemed that, following Shen Ci’s instructions, Sister Song had called the security guards to carry Yan Yuhe out. Refusing to go, Yan Yuhe had thrown a tantrum, rolling around on the living room floor for quite a while, until he was eventually carried out forcibly.

For a moment, Yan Yuzhou’s heart pounded with mixed emotions.

Finally, the outside returned to a peaceful silence. Sister Song came up, knocked on Yan Yuzhou’s door, and respectfully said, “Sir, madam, madam’s brother has been escorted out.”

Only then did Shen Ci release Yan Yuzhou from his embrace.

After straightening his clothes, Shen Ci opened the door, covered his nose, and walked to his bedroom door. Glancing inside, his face changed again.

Yan Yuzhou followed curiously, peeking into Shen Ci’s room. Then, he gasped.

The bed, which had been neatly made, was now in complete disarray, and the clothes that had been hanging tidily in the wardrobe were scattered all over the floor.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what Yan Yuhe had done to Shen Ci’s bed and clothes during his heat.

“The usual,” Shen Ci muttered, then turned and headed back to Yan Yuzhou’s room without looking back, as if he were fleeing.

Yan Yuzhou stood there, exchanged a puzzled glance with Sister Song, and gave her a questioning look.

Seeing his confusion, Sister Song quietly walked over and whispered in his ear, “Sir meant a thorough cleaning.”

Yan Yuzhou immediately understood, giving Sister Song a look of sudden realization.

He remembered the first day he arrived here, after returning with Shen Ci from seeing Shen Ye, Shen Ci had ordered Sister Song to do a thorough cleaning—that time when the air was filled with the scent of air freshener and disinfectant.

His mouth twitched slightly as a question began to take root in his mind. It seemed Shen Ci didn’t just dislike his pheromones…

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