Lu Meng looked at Li Ze’s report in disbelief——
Pheromone composition: Peppermint, cedarwood, musk.
He could no longer read the rest of the words on the page.
How could this be…
Inadvertently, he thought back to the blind date questionnaire he had filled in previously and was mortified to realize that everything he had written was basically a description of Li Ze.
If only his blind date could be Li Ze…
“Fuck, Lu Meng, that’s your bro.”
But just simply thinking about it was enough for Lu Meng to spiral a little out of control. He couldn’t help remembering how they had jerked each other off during their vacation break. To be honest, some things had already been laid out plainly in front of him, it was only that he’d chosen to come up with every excuse to mask how unreasonable he was being…
Lu Meng pinched the cigarette Li Ze had given him and lit it up. Perhaps, it could just be a coincidence; Li Ze’s tobacco had the same kind of scent. Despite that, once the light from the flame flickered onto his face and unearthed the despair in his eyes, it was clear that coincidence or not, Lu Meng had already run out of excuses to fool himself with.
Why did Lu Meng get hard for him? Why didn’t he want the other to succeed at blind dating? Why did he get mad when Li Ze only shook an Omega’s hand? Why was he so concerned about his wellbeing? Why did he like fooling around with Li Ze so much?
Just admit it, Lu Meng cinched the lit cigarette, you were always happy when his blind dates failed…
He chewed glumly on the end of the cigarette and inhaled deeply, only to start choking the next second. What kind of hellish flavour was this?!
No wonder Li Ze thought he didn’t like this flavour of cigarette, but Lu Meng was sure that the first time he had smoked it, it had definitely been the scent that he remembered…
Back then, he had snatched the cigarette from Li Ze’s lips…
Leaning against the door, Lu Meng burst into laughter, he laughed himself to tears, “Lu Meng, Li Ze was right, you’re a self-deceiving idiot through and through…” From beginning to the end, it was Li Ze’s scent that he had been infatuated with; Saliva, sweat, even semen. All of it was the scent of Li Ze’s pheromones.
But, even if he knew this now, what could he do?
T/N: Lu Meng is having a mental breakdown and I am here for it.
Lu Meng looked at Li Ze’s report in disbelief——
Pheromone composition: Peppermint, cedarwood, musk.
He could no longer read the rest of the words on the page.
How could this be…
Inadvertently, he thought back to the blind date questionnaire he had filled in previously and was mortified to realize that everything he had written was basically a description of Li Ze.
If only his blind date could be Li Ze…
“Fuck, Lu Meng, that’s your bro.”
But just simply thinking about it was enough for Lu Meng to spiral a little out of control. He couldn’t help remembering how they had jerked each other off during their vacation break. To be honest, some things had already been laid out plainly in front of him, it was only that he’d chosen to come up with every excuse to mask how unreasonable he was being…
Lu Meng pinched the cigarette Li Ze had given him and lit it up. Perhaps, it could just be a coincidence; Li Ze’s tobacco had the same kind of scent. Despite that, once the light from the flame flickered onto his face and unearthed the despair in his eyes, it was clear that coincidence or not, Lu Meng had already run out of excuses to fool himself with.
Why did Lu Meng get hard for him? Why didn’t he want the other to succeed at blind dating? Why did he get mad when Li Ze only shook an Omega’s hand? Why was he so concerned about his wellbeing? Why did he like fooling around with Li Ze so much?
Just admit it, Lu Meng cinched the lit cigarette, you were always happy when his blind dates failed…
He chewed glumly on the end of the cigarette and inhaled deeply, only to start choking the next second. What kind of hellish flavour was this?!
No wonder Li Ze thought he didn’t like this flavour of cigarette, but Lu Meng was sure that the first time he had smoked it, it had definitely been the scent that he remembered…
Back then, he had snatched the cigarette from Li Ze’s lips…
Leaning against the door, Lu Meng burst into laughter, he laughed himself to tears, “Lu Meng, Li Ze was right, you’re a self-deceiving idiot through and through…” From beginning to the end, it was Li Ze’s scent that he had been infatuated with; Saliva, sweat, even semen. All of it was the scent of Li Ze’s pheromones.
But, even if he knew this now, what could he do?
T/N: Lu Meng is having a mental breakdown and I am here for it.
