MWMM Chapter 45 Can You Bite Me?

The bar’s restroom was filled with a choking, strong smell of rust. The first thing Shen Ci did upon entering was to grimly open the restroom window to let the unpleasant odor dissipate.

There were about ten small stalls in total. Shen Ci swept his gaze over each one, finally stopping on the only stall with a closed door.

As if by some kind of telepathic connection, just as Shen Ci took a step toward that stall, its door was pulled open from the inside.

Shen Ci’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the door slowly open, revealing Yan Yuzhou, drenched in sweat and looking utterly disheveled.

A relieved smile hung at the corner of Yan Yuzhou’s lips.

His whole body swayed unsteadily, and his voice was soft, tinged with a faint, contented laugh. “Mr. Shen… you’re here. I knew it. I knew you’d come… The moment you walked in, I caught your scent. I could smell it—it’s that refreshing icy snow… and pine.” After speaking, he smiled again, fully content.

Shen Ci’s eyes reddened slightly. He approached him, standing at his side, and then—

He grabbed him out of the stall in one swift motion, shielding him in his arms.

The instant Yan Yuzhou was embraced tightly, his gland suddenly flared up without any warning. It wasn’t the earlier pain caused by guarding against the rusty smell; instead, this was the real onset of his heat.

“Mr. Shen,” Yan Yuzhou murmured, his voice soft and sweet, evoking heartache. “I know, I know you hate omegas, but… can you help me just one more time? That medicine… it can’t suppress induced heat. I feel terrible. Please… can you bite me?”

The person in Shen Ci’s arms was heartbreakingly fragile, a stark contrast to the cold and indifferent demeanor from before, when he had declared his desire for a divorce. His eyes were red, like a rabbit’s, and his whole demeanor resembled a frightened kitten seeking comfort from its owner.

Shen Ci’s throat tightened, overwhelmed by fear and heartache. He couldn’t help but think of what might have happened if Yan Yuzhou hadn’t called him, or if he had missed that call. What would have become of him?

At that thought, Shen Ci suddenly remembered how Yan Yuzhou had addressed him on the phone earlier when asking for help—

“Xiao Mu.”

It seemed this omega had never intended to call him. By some twist of fate, the number had been dialed incorrectly.

Thinking this, a nameless fire surged in Shen Ci’s chest. He abruptly turned Yan Yuzhou’s body around and, without hesitation, bit down—hard—on the back of his neck where the gland was located.

Hard and relentless, he didn’t let go for a long, long time.

[Fade to Black]

It wasn’t until the person in his arms finally calmed down, their exhaustion released, their small body going limp, that Yan Yuzhou drifted into a hazy slumber.

Before falling asleep, Yan Yuzhou mumbled dreamily, nestled against Shen Ci’s shoulder and neck, letting out a soft giggle in a childlike voice:

“So nice… smells so good…”

Shen Ci’s heart softened instantly. Looking at the deeply bitten mark on the back of Yan Yuzhou’s neck, Shen Ci sighed, a hint of guilt surfacing.

Why had he bitten down so fiercely just now…?

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When Yan Yuzhou woke up, it was probably already the next afternoon. Staring at the luxurious chandelier on the ceiling, he realized he had been brought back to the villa.

Lying on this large, soft bed after a month away, Yan Yuzhou’s heart felt full to the brim.

The back of his neck ached a little. He reached out to touch it gently and felt the deeply imprinted bite mark on his gland.

Shen Ci is a beast. Yan Yuzhou cursed inwardly.

Sister Song opened the door and came in. Seeing that Yan Yuzhou had already sat up in bed, she smiled with pleasant surprise. “Madam, you’re awake!”

Embarrassed, Yan Yuzhou smiled sheepishly and tugged at the collar of his pajamas to cover the bite mark on the back of his neck. However, as Sister Song’s gaze grew more and more amused, he gave up in frustration and let go of his collar, realizing his actions had only made things more obvious.

“Are you hungry? Sir instructed me to prepare something delicious for you—it’s being kept warm in the kitchen,” Sister Song asked with a cheerful smile. “It’s been a month since I’ve seen you, and you’ve gotten even thinner!”

Yan Yuzhou laughed awkwardly, letting out a couple of sheepish chuckles. Though the food in the school cafeteria wasn’t bad, his appetite was often lacking when he was there. Now, however, his stomach was already growling loudly.

Sister Song brought in the dishes and, noticing Yan Yuzhou’s hesitant expression while he ate, quickly understood. She said knowingly, “Sir had some business at the company and stepped out, but he said he’d be back tonight.”

Being seen through so easily made Yan Yuzhou’s face heat up. He responded casually and lowered his head, shoving a few more bites of food into his mouth.

At 8:40 PM, Shen Ci returned home. The first thing he did was head to Yan Yuzhou’s room.

Yan Yuzhou was in the middle of changing clothes when the door was suddenly opened from the outside without warning. Shen Ci hadn’t expected to walk in on him. For a moment, he froze at the sight—Yan Yuzhou’s clothes weren’t fully fastened, barely covering his collarbones. His chest, abdomen, and the slender curve of his waist were all exposed.

“Why didn’t you knock…?” Yan Yuzhou, clearly embarrassed to be seen like this, muttered in frustration as he hurriedly finished dressing.

“Sorry, I thought you were still asleep.” Realizing his mistake, Shen Ci quickly apologized. He then glanced at Yan Yuzhou’s complexion. Seeing that he appeared energetic and in good spirits, Shen Ci silently let out a breath of relief.

“Actually… it’s okay.” Yan Yuzhou suddenly spoke with his head lowered. His hands twisted together nervously in front of him as he murmured, “If it weren’t for you, I’d have been done for yesterday. Mr. Shen doesn’t need to apologize. I should be the one thanking you.”

Then he looked up, his eyes slightly red at the rims, and said softly, “Mr. Shen, thank you.”

Hearing this thanks didn’t make Shen Ci feel happy. In fact, it left a faint sense of dissatisfaction in his chest. It felt like Yan Yuzhou was using his words to draw a line between them, the kind of polite distance that people often maintain with one another. Phrases like, “I’m sorry for the trouble,” “I don’t know how to thank you,” and “You’ve been such a great help”—Shen Ci had heard these courteous words countless times before.

“Plenty of people thank me; I don’t need it from you.” Shen Ci spoke, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. He walked closer, one deliberate step at a time. “Yan Yuzhou, besides ‘thank you,’ is there anything else you want to say?”

Yan Yuzhou’s heart leapt into his throat. He looked nervously into Shen Ci’s eyes, which seemed filled with a mix of emotions—or perhaps none at all. He couldn’t decipher them, couldn’t see through him.

After a few seconds, Shen Ci stopped just a few fists’ distance away from him. He stood there quietly, as if waiting intently for his answer.

Yan Yuzhou’s mind was in turmoil. There were so many things he wanted to say to Shen Ci, but he wasn’t sure if he had the right to voice them.

“I…” He began, his clear, deer-like eyes shimmering with panic as they met Shen Ci’s calm, composed face. Finally, mustering his courage, he asked softly, “Mr. Shen, do you still… hate omegas as much as you did before?”