The Cannon Fodder 'Seme' is the Center of Attention Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 8

The cloying scent of honey saturated the room in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingran could not help but let out a muffled groan. As the mechanical arms forcefully threw him onto the sofa, the Omega, who was clinging to him like a dodder flower, happened to press his arm directly against Li Qingran’s injured ribs.

The sharp pain instantly cleared the Alpha’s mind.

The Heat, however, caused the Omega to sink further into oblivion.

The scent of agarwood, carrying a hint of chill, made Qi Ziyan’s already blank mind reel. At this moment, he could no longer care about any “Scum Alpha” plan!

Qi Ziyan did not even know who the Alpha before him was. He was lightheaded as if he had drunk fake wine; his head leaned into the crook of Li Qingran’s shoulder, sniffing around like a puppy, trying to extract more pheromones.

Li Qingran instinctively leaned back.

Even though this was still part of his “cheating” plot, just like last time, Li Qingran had no intention of having a substantial relationship with the Omega before him. Especially when the other person was clearly in an abnormal state.

The concentration of Omega pheromones in the air was much higher than anything he had experienced before.

Li Qingran felt as if he had fallen into a honey jar filled with syrup. He struggled to escape upward out of the thick liquid, but a chain wrapped around him, pulling him further down. When Li Qingran tried to tear him away from his waist, the other not only did not loosen his grip at all but actually wound himself tighter.

“Do not go. Do not go.”

The “chain” whimpered blurred syllables, completely lost to the Heat. He sat astride Li Qingran’s lap, eyes half-closed, his long eyelashes wet with physiological tears.

“So itchy. It hurts so much.”

The increasingly pronounced itch at the back of his neck made Qi Ziyan desperate for a dose of pheromones to soothe the surging emptiness in his body. However, because of Li Qingran’s lack of cooperation, he sniffed for a long time only to extract a tiny hint of ice and snow from the air. This left him profoundly unsatisfied, and the hands originally around Li Qingran’s waist began to tear at their clothes.

His own, and Li Qingran’s.

The expensive fabric did not budge between his slender fingers, leaving the loosely hanging buttons as the only victims.

The crisp sound of “beans” hitting the floor played a frantic movement of desperation. A few rolled near the shattered wine bottles, the white jade-like buttons instantly stained with large patches of red.

On the sofa, the Omega, whose shirt had slipped to his elbows, pressed tightly against Li Qingran. His fluffy curls were soaked with sweat, sticking messily to his flushed cheeks like a freshly roasted honey chestnut. Along with his sweet pheromones, he seemed to be enticing the Alpha to pick him up, peel him open, and place the soft fruit into his mouth to savor him.

Li Qingran’s temples began to throb with pain. Even though he was not very sensitive to pheromones, he was still a genuine Alpha in this world. In such a high concentration of honey scent, the gland on the back of his neck instinctively began to burn, and the predatory genes in his body struggled to take control of his brain to mark and possess the Omega signaling for a bond.

But he could not, and he did not want to.

Biting the tip of his tongue, Li Qingran reached out to stop Qi Ziyan’s face from getting any closer while his eyes scanned the room. He remembered that VIP booths like this were equipped with emergency suppressants to prevent such incidents.

Because he had never experienced such an emergency before, combined with the influence of the Omega pheromones which were thick enough to materialize, Li Qingran momentarily forgot the exact location of the suppressants and had to search urgently with his eyes.

The Omega was still causing trouble. He did not seem to understand why the Alpha remained unwilling to give him relief when he was already like this. The gland hidden beneath his damp chestnut hair grew itchier, and his body, lacking the nourishment of pheromones, began to hurt from the discomfort.

He rubbed and writhed against Li Qingran.

“Why? Why will you not mark me?! It hurts. How could you?”

The young, pampered master had never suffered such a grievance. Large tears fell from his eyes, wetting his fair skin before being smeared all over Li Qingran’s disheveled clothes.

“Do not move!”

Li Qingran’s jacket was nearly ruined by the heat-stricken Qi Ziyan. The other was like a piece of high-strength adhesive tape that could not hear a word of reason; not only was he impossible to peel off, but he also stuck tighter the more Li Qingran struggled.

Li Qingran’s head hurt more, and Qi Ziyan cried harder.

What they did not know was that in the monitoring room on the other side, someone’s mood was even worse than theirs.

Su Jingyi stared at the black screen labeled “VIP Room 1,” a dangerous storm brewing in his dark eyes.

“Where is the footage?” He looked at the bar manager expressionlessly.

The manager broke into a cold sweat instantly. “According to the rules, we are not allowed to install cameras in the VIP rooms.”

After all, those who could afford a VIP booth were the young masters of wealthy families; they would never allow a small bar to pry into their privacy. This was the default rule for VIP rooms, but in this situation, it clearly was not going to convince a furious Su Jingyi.

He took a cold step forward, reaching out to grab the manager’s collar, but was stopped mid-air by a hand with distinct knuckles.

“You f*cking!”

“The most important thing right now is how to get the booth open.”

Gu Shiyu interrupted Su Jingyi’s impending curse and turned to the manager. “If I remember correctly, there should be emergency suppressants in the booth, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” The manager answered immediately.

Gu Shiyu continued, “There are no cameras, but there should be a broadcast system, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” The manager nodded repeatedly.

“Good.” Gu Shiyu continued his instructions. “Turn on the broadcast and tell Li Qingran to find the suppressant and inject Qi Ziyan.”

“You are so sure they are both conscious?” Su Jingyi sneered.

“Are you expressing a lack of trust in your own boyfriend right now?” Gu Shiyu looked at Su Jingyi calmly.

“You!” Su Jingyi was so angry his fists clenched. He wanted to argue, but Gu Shiyu shifted his gaze before he could speak, directing the shaking manager not to open the broadcast for the wrong booth.

A few minutes seemed to pass, yet it also felt like three centuries.

Li Qingran propped himself up, dragging Qi Ziyan toward the bar. Just as he was debating whether to start searching from the first cabinet, a sharp burst of static noise came from above. After two tentative exhales, a low, calm voice reached Li Qingran’s ears.

“Li Qingran.”

Li Qingran heard the person call his name. There was a pause before the voice continued:

“The suppressant is on the third shelf behind the bar, in the second cabinet from left to right.”

Although he did not know why the person was helping him, Li Qingran followed the broadcast’s instructions. He dragged the incoherent Qi Ziyan to the second cabinet and pulled open the third shelf, taking out a tube of icy blue suppressant.

The needle pierced the delicate skin. Within the transparent tube, the blue liquid disappeared bit by bit. The Omega in Li Qingran’s arms finally stopped struggling and slumped softly against the Alpha.

The air purifier on the ceiling finally had a noticeable effect. The cloying scent faded rapidly amidst the humming sound. The “chestnut” had been thrown into a cold stream by a heartless guest; not only was the sugar coating gone, but even the fruit itself had been washed into a soft pulp by the current.

The Omega seemed to have fallen asleep, his cheek resting motionless on Li Qingran’s shoulder. Only his shallow breathing proved he was still alive. Before the iron gate rose and people rushed in, Li Qingran draped his own jacket over Qi Ziyan.

In the next second, Su Jingyi kicked open the booth door.

“Gege!”

He burst in, gripping the doorframe, only to freeze when he saw the posture of the two people inside. Within those few seconds of his hesitation, Gu Shiyu entered as well, accompanied by six professional medical personnel. They immediately rushed toward Qi Ziyan in Li Qingran’s arms. After a brief check, they took him to the hospital for more detailed testing.

As the medical staff took Qi Ziyan away, they originally intended to help the Omega into a more secure isolation suit. However, it was unclear if it was caught on a zipper or for some other reason, but when the jacket was pulled back, the Omega shrouded in the black fabric immediately let out a painful moan.

The medical staff were a bit at a loss and looked instinctively at Gu Shiyu.

“Just take him like that,” the latter said flatly.

The medical staff had no choice but to take Qi Ziyan away, still wrapped tightly in Li Qingran’s jacket.

Li Qingran leaned against the cabinet the whole time, watching the busy group without offering a single opinion. The booth had been packed with people one moment and was mostly empty the next.

Finally, Li Qingran could see Su Jingyi clearly.

From the moment he entered, Su Jingyi had stood by the door without moving. Gu Shiyu’s entrance, the medical team, and Qi Ziyan’s departure had not caught his attention. He looked only at Li Qingran, his amber eyes fixed in a piercing stare at the disheveled Alpha on the floor.

He saw the sweat-dampened black hair, the calm eyes looking back at him, the pursed lips, and the glaring bite mark on the collarbone beneath the torn collar.

Shock, confusion, panic, pain, struggle.

Su Jingyi bit his own lip until beads of blood seeped out, but he felt nothing. He seemed to be thinking about something, yet also thinking of nothing at all. The fingertips gripping the doorframe had turned an unnatural grey-blue. The black progress bar surged like lava, roaring to break past the zero percent limit.

Finally, Su Jingyi moved!

Li Qingran blinked. In the next second:

Slap!

After a crisp sound, Su Jingyi’s palm landed on Gu Shiyu’s face.

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