TPLTMOE – Chapter 63

After Jiang Zhiyu finished speaking, other executives of the company also took turns expressing their views. Finally, Jiang Zhiyu gave a brief summary, and the meeting concluded quickly without delaying anyone's off-duty time.

Only after all the leaders had left did the employees file out of the conference room.

Ling Ran said to the other three team members, "We still have three days to prepare before the show airs. Since the script is pretty much finalized and everyone's worked hard today, let's all go home and rest. We'll continue with smaller meetings tomorrow."

The three agreed, as it would give everyone time to gather their thoughts at home.

Ling Ran asked Qin Chengyue if he wanted to come over for dinner, as they hadn't seen each other in a week. However, Qin Chengyue said he had to go home for dinner tonight—his family might be arranging a blind date for him soon.

Ling Ran was surprised. "If you're going on a blind date, what about President Shang?"

Qin Chengyue's face seemed to flush slightly, and Ling Ran had never seen him so flustered before. He even flicked Ling Ran's forehead. "What does my blind date have to do with him?!"

Ling Ran replied innocently, "But you and President Shang clearly..."

Qin Chengyue reiterated, "Don't go playing matchmaker for no reason. There's nothing between us—absolutely nothing. And going home for a blind date is just to appease my family. They won't force me, but my brother keeps nagging me about it, so I'll just show up to get them off my back."

Finally, Qin Chengyue added, "Don't tell President Jiang."

If Jiang Zhiyu found out, Shang Ye would inevitably know too.

And if Shang Ye found out, he'd definitely come looking for trouble again.

Qin Chengyue couldn't stand that alpha.

Ling Ran promised, though he couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of Qin Chengyue and Shang Ye's relationship. They clearly seemed to have feelings for each other, but he couldn't figure it out. He hadn't even sorted out his own emotions—how could he advise others?

Just as the two omegas reached the elevator, they saw Jiang Shengyi standing nearby, clearly waiting to intercept Ling Ran again.

Qin Chengyue couldn't control his expression, nearly rolling his eyes into the back of his head. He couldn't believe Jiang Shengyi had turned into such a shameless, persistent pursuer. No matter how many times Ling Ran rejected him, he still had the audacity to keep chasing after him.

Many employees were also waiting at the elevator, and Ling Ran could feel Jiang Shengyi's gaze fixed on him—too obvious to ignore.

Although most people in the company had heard about their history, Ling Ran wanted nothing more to do with Jiang Shengyi.

He unblocked Jiang Shengyi and sent him a message.

Jiang Shengyi was stunned when he saw the sender's name. Noticing Ling Ran had already slipped into the stairwell, he pretended to wait a little longer before following discreetly when no one was looking.

Ling Ran descended two floors and stood on the steps, waiting.

Jiang Shengyi eagerly moved closer but immediately recognized the cold indifference and disdain in Ling Ran's eyes.

Even though he had anticipated this reaction, Jiang Shengyi couldn't help wanting to see him—even if it was just to exchange a few words.

Before Ling Ran could speak, Jiang Shengyi cut in first: "I know, you're going to tell me to stop bothering you. But I can't do that, Xiao Ran. I've tried—I really can't forget you. Today I heard people at the company gossiping that you have a boyfriend now, that your relationship is already stable and you're planning to go public?"

Ling Ran deliberately replied, "Yes, we're getting married soon."

Jiang Shengyi's emotions flared up: "What did you say? Getting married so soon? Are you sure you really know him well? Is he some clean- cut alpha? What's his family background? Is he wealthy?"

Only after asking did Jiang Shengyi realize how ridiculous he sounded. He'd already compared himself countless times to this unknown alpha in his mind. Just the fact that the man could afford that limited-edition Bugatti Divo meant his family background couldn't be ordinary.

Perhaps even more privileged than his own.

Jiang Shengyi suspected the man might not even be from Haishi—otherwise, he wouldn't have found zero leads after all his investigations.

Ling Ran had no patience to answer these questions, simply stating, "He likes me very much and treats me exceptionally well."

"And you?" Jiang Shengyi asked, as if clinging to a sliver of hope. "Do you like him too?"

Ling Ran paused before nodding solemnly: "I do."

Very, very much.

Jiang Shengyi's eyes dimmed. Ling Ran's earnest expression was the sharpest blade to pierce his heart.

Still unwilling to give up, he pressed on: "If you both like each other, why not go public? Is it because he doesn't want to? Xiao Ran, you can't just listen to what a man says—you have to watch what he does. Maybe he's feeling guilty inside. He might have other Omegas outside that you don't know about. Marriage is an important life event—you can't be so rash."

His expression seemed genuinely concerned, as if he truly had Ling Ran's best interests at heart.

But Ling Ran refuted him with just one sentence, casually remarking: "It's me who doesn't want to go public."

Jiang Shengyi's face instantly darkened. This was completely different from what he'd imagined.

He'd always thought Ling Ran was so naive and easily fooled—probably sweet-talked by some wealthy alpha into being taken advantage of.

But now it seemed they were serious.

And judging by Ling Ran's reaction, even more serious than when they'd been together.

Jiang Shengyi looked utterly devastated. It took him a while to recover before he could speak again, frowning as he said: "Alright, Xiao Ran, even if it's your decision... let's set that aside for now. Actually, I came to ask you something else. Did you visit Palm Paradise last week? I know your team has been working on that topic recently."

Ling Ran had no intention of telling him the truth: "No."

Jiang Shengyi sighed in relief: "Good, I knew it couldn't have been you. One more thing—I'll be going abroad for a while, to the European branch to oversee some projects. I might be gone for one or two months, but don't worry, I'll finish the work and return as soon as possible. I couldn't bear being away from you for too long..."

Hearing this wonderful news about his departure lifted Ling Ran's mood considerably, his eyes sparkling as he asked: "Only one or two months?"

Why couldn't he stay there forever?

Jiang Shengyi quickly replied, "Yes, just one or two months, not too long. This was originally a project from headquarters, but Uncle has been too busy recently to handle it, so they had to send me instead."

"Is Mr. Jiang really that busy lately?"

Ling Ran silently wondered—if he was so busy, how did he still have time to stay at home with him for so many days without going to work?

Jiang Shengyi stared at the delicate face right in front of him, the more he looked, the more he felt Ling Ran had changed somehow.

He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but the person before him seemed more mature and sweet, even more alluring than before.

Unable to resist, he took a couple of steps forward, trying to catch a whiff of Ling Ran's scent.

Since they were destined mates, it wasn't just Ling Ran who needed his pheromones—he too would feel an uncontrollable craving for Ling Ran's scent.

With no one around in the stairwell, Jiang Shengyi played a little trick, discreetly peeling off his scent-blocking patch to release a hint of his snowy pine pheromones.

He hoped Ling Ran would be so overwhelmed by his scent that he'd lose his balance—better yet, collapse right into his arms.

He admitted it was a dirty, underhanded tactic, but compared to the agony of losing Ling Ran completely, any sense of morality meant nothing.

Ling Ran caught the scent of misty snowy pine almost instantly—it was the fragrance he had once loved and craved the most, though back then, Jiang Shengyi had been too stingy to share it with him.

But now, the moment he smelled that alpha's scent again, a wave of revulsion and resistance surged through him. His body and mind were both rejecting it—not only did he despise the smell from the bottom of his heart, even his instincts, which should have naturally responded to his destined mate, found it unbearable, as if thousands of needles were piercing his skin.

Grimacing in discomfort, he took two steps back toward the metal door behind him, turning to leave.

"Wait!"

Jiang Shengyi suddenly called out, his eyes wide with disbelief.

They were destined mates—their pheromone compatibility was supposed to be a perfect 100%. There wasn't a single alpha in the world more suited to Ling Ran than him.

But now, even his most prized advantage had been ruthlessly stripped away.

He was stunned to realize Ling Ran was repelled by his pheromones.

"Xiao Ran, you... you..." Jiang Shengyi was too shocked to find the right words. "You don't react to my pheromones anymore? Do you... not like my scent now?"

Ling Ran covered his nose with a delicate gesture. He wasn't sure when the change had happened—maybe it was after being steeped in tequila too many times, to the point of saturation.

It wasn't just that he didn't like the scent anymore—he found it disgusting, nauseating, unbearable.

Apart from Jiang Zhiyu's pheromones, he didn't want anyone else's scent now.

Jiang Shengyi seemed about to say more when a deep, restrained voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Even muffled by the metal of the emergency exit, it sent a shiver down Ling Ran's spine.

"Ling Ran."

Jiang Zhiyu had arrived at some point—who knew how much he had seen?

Through the transparent glass panels on the door, a pair of cold, penetrating eyes watched him.

Ignoring the stunned Jiang Shengyi in front of him, Ling Ran quickly pushed the door open and stepped outside.

The snowy pine scent was finally cut off by the door, and Ling Ran took a deep, relieved breath.

The air around Enigma smelled infinitely better than the previous scent. When Jiang Zhiyu wasn't releasing pheromones, he carried a crisp, masculine cologne fragrance.

Light, pleasant, and dangerously intoxicating.

Ling Ran sniffed eagerly like a kitten, trying to replace all the air in his lungs.

If not for the bustling office area nearby, Ling Ran would have buried his face directly against Jiang Zhiyu's chest.

On the other side, Jiang Shengyi stared intently at Ling Ran. Though Jiang Zhiyu's gaze was cold enough to freeze, he remembered Ling Ran's request and spoke to the young Omega in his usual tone, "Come to my office."

Ling Ran nodded obediently, "Yes, President Jiang."

Jiang Zhiyu strode ahead.

The CEO's office was rarely visited—only a few executives were ever summoned for reprimands, and very few employees had the privilege of entering.

After applying a scent-blocking patch, Jiang Shengyi emerged from behind the door and stood beside Ling Ran. "It might be about the 'Jewel in the Palm' episode. During today's meeting, some executives disagreed with airing that content. Uncle seemed upset. If you don't want to go, I can talk to him for you."

Truthfully, since the Cold Mountain Ranch incident, Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Zhiyu had grown increasingly distant. As the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhiyu showed no mercy to the second branch—even Jiang Zhisong had been forced out of retirement in a desperate attempt to salvage what remained of their assets from Jiang Zhiyu's relentless takeover. But it was futile.

First, Jiang Zhou, then the other companies under the second branch—Jiang Zhiyu's appetite grew insatiable. Through various means, he had already swallowed nearly half of their holdings. Originally holding the largest stake in the Jiang Corporation, his personal shares now exceeded 50%.

The Jiang Corporation, the Jiang family—everything was under Jiang Zhiyu's absolute control.

Now, he was even campaigning for the National Chamber of Commerce chairmanship, seemingly unstoppable.

But for Ling Ran, Jiang Shengyi was willing to swallow his pride and approach Jiang Zhiyu, reluctant as he was.

To his surprise, Ling Ran refused without hesitation. "No need."

Then, he hurried after Jiang Zhiyu's retreating figure.

Jiang Shengyi watched as the two gradually merged into one silhouette—one tall and imposing, the other slender and delicate. From behind, they looked inexplicably well-matched.

The thought startled him. How could it be? How could his uncle possibly be involved with his former fiancée?

Absolutely impossible.

***

Ling Ran followed Jiang Zhiyu through the maze of workstations, past employees who bowed respectfully as Jiang Zhiyu passed, acknowledging them with slight nods.

When they noticed the Omega trailing behind their CEO, the employees offered friendly smiles while silently pitying him. Anyone could see President Jiang was in a foul mood—someone was definitely about to get scolded.

Enigma's long legs carried him swiftly forward, forcing Ling Ran into a light jog to keep up.

Anxiety crept in. Could Jiang Zhiyu really be summoning him over the 'Jewel in the Palm' episode?

But that didn't make sense. If he didn't want it aired, why would he help revise the script and even provide additional materials?

Lost in thought, they arrived at the elevator bay.

The private elevator came to a stop, its doors sliding open slowly. Jiang Zhiyu stepped in first, while Ling Ran hesitated at the entrance, not daring to follow in front of so many employees. He prepared to wait for the regular staff elevator instead.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him.

"Get in."

Ling Ran: ":<"

This doesn't seem appropriate...

Seeing Ling Ran rooted in place, the other employees cast even more admiring looks his way.

An Omega who dares to ignore President Jiang's orders—what guts.

Feeling their gazes, Ling Ran: "..."

Now he stood out even more.

So, steeling himself, he stepped into the elevator.

The doors finally deigned to close.

Almost the moment they sealed shut, Ling Ran's waist was seized in a firm grip, yanked backward into an embrace. A fervent, overwhelming kiss crashed down on him.

Ling Ran retreated step by step until his back hit the cold, unyielding steel wall.

His chin was held in an unrelenting grip, forcing his head up, lips parted helplessly as he was plundered.

Jiang Zhiyu was angry—especially now that he had Ling Ran in his arms, where the scent of another alpha clinging to him was unmistakable.

A clichéd pine-and-snow fragrance, no less.

He devoured every trace of moisture from the little Omega's mouth, then poured his own scent-laced essence back in.

Ling Ran remembered there were cameras in this elevator. He opened his mouth to speak, only for his tongue to be captured and sucked mercilessly.

He whimpered, muffled and breathless, before finally being released just enough to gasp for air.

His peach-blossom eyes were glazed with moisture. Covering his mouth, he lifted his gaze, unwilling to be kissed any further—his tongue was sore.

Jiang Zhiyu watched him in silence until the elevator doors opened on the 101st floor.

Ling Ran's heart skipped a beat as he quickly glanced outside. Thankfully, neither the secretary nor Zhao Qin were there. Jiang Zhiyu seized his wrist and pulled him out, forcing Ling Ran to trot after him. A sense of foreboding crept in.

He realized Jiang Zhiyu wasn't angry about the show—it must be something else.

The broad-shouldered, long-legged enigma held him like a chick, a bunny, a kitten—some soft, fluffy thing scampering after its master with a wagging tail.

The office door swung open, and the moment they stepped inside, Ling Ran was pinned against it, subjected to another relentless kiss.

Already breathless, Ling Ran felt the last of his strength drain away as his legs trembled weakly.

The enigma was marking him with his scent, erasing every trace of others, ensuring he was drenched in nothing but his own essence before finally relenting.

When he released him, he nipped Ling Ran's plush lower lip in dissatisfaction.

Ling Ran hissed, quickly touching the swollen bud of his lip—already pitiful enough without this extra punishment.

His watery eyes fixed on Jiang Zhiyu, clearly aggrieved.

Jiang Zhiyu knew he'd been rough, but gentleness wouldn't teach him a lesson. Ling Ran always danced on the edge of his control.

He rubbed the abused lip gently before speaking. "You've been naughty."

Ling Ran: ":<"

How so?

"Don't speak to him again."

Ling Ran immediately understood—he must have seen him with Jiang Shengyi in the stairwell earlier.

So... had Jiang Zhiyu's urgency, his ferocity, been because he was jealous?

Ling Ran still remembered their initial agreement—Enigmas were intensely possessive, so they both maintained distance from other members of the opposite sex.

But today was an exception. Jiang Shengyi had gone mad, suddenly releasing pheromones everywhere. Ling Ran hadn't wanted to smell it either—it was downright foul.

Gazing at Jiang Zhiyu's cold, stern face, Ling Ran felt as if he had been fed a mouthful of steaming wine, his whole body growing light and warm as he pressed against him, soft and pliant.

His voice was quiet but earnest as he said, "I didn't want to talk to him. He came to me first."

"What did he say?"

"Just that he's going to Europe—said he was going in your place."

Jiang Zhiyu's expression didn't change. "Yes."

Ling Ran continued, "And that you've actually been really busy lately... but, well, you don't seem that busy to me..."

"Of course I'm busy," Jiang Zhiyu said. "Busy fucking you."

Ling Ran's eyes widened abruptly, his face flushing a vivid red.

The Enigma before him stood in his office, impeccably dressed in a suit, his tone calm and professional—yet he could say something so shamelessly crude.

Though the sentiment wasn't wrong, the phrasing was downright vulgar.

Ling Ran wanted to turn his face away, but Jiang Zhiyu caught his chin before he could.

His expression remained icy. "Don't hide from me."

So Ling Ran stayed still, his dark eyes soft and bright, wide open as he studied Jiang Zhiyu carefully.

Then, suddenly, his eyes curved into a smile. He seemed to understand now—why Jiang Zhiyu was acting like this. It was like a child with their favorite toy, clinging to it wherever they went, refusing to let anyone else touch it, not even look at it.

But he was a person, not a toy.

He wrapped his arms around the Enigma's waist, swaying gently against him. "Can you stop being angry now? I'll be good from now on."

Jiang Zhiyu lowered his gaze, staring at him silently, his scorching eyes seeming to pierce through his clothes.

There was something dominating, judgmental, and fiercely probing in that look—as if assessing whether his words held any deceit.

If he didn't punish him, even if Ling Ran promised now, he'd do it again, emboldened by his leniency.

Omegas were naturally soft, especially this little Omega in his arms—so naive and innocent. Couldn't he see how many alphas were eyeing him covetously? Just today, during the meeting, Jiang Zhiyu had seen several alphas and betas glancing repeatedly in Ling Ran's direction.

Not that he could blame them—he had been looking too. But this was his little Omega. How dare anyone else even think about him?

Especially with that face—far too striking in a crowd, impossible to ignore.

And yet, this little Omega remained utterly oblivious.

Jiang Zhiyu asked, "How can you guarantee it?"

Ling Ran lifted a finger. "Can I swear...?"

Jiang Zhiyu took his hand, forcibly interlacing their fingers.

"How about something more practical?"

And so Ling Ran was carried into the small restroom—the same one where he had once leaned against the windowsill to admire the view. Now, he found himself seated there in an entirely different position.

It turned out those plush velvet blankets had been prepared for him all along, only now finally being put to proper use.

Out of consideration for his physical condition and endurance, they didn't go all the way in the end.

Jiang Zhiyu deliberately kept him hanging, insisting on hearing him speak those soft, pleading words before offering even the slightest bit of comfort.

He wanted to hear him say he didn't like Jiang Shengyi at all—that he even hated his pheromones.

He wanted to hear him say that what he loved most was tequila.

The tightness in his chest gradually eased, as if smoothed out by two soft little hands. Jiang Zhiyu finally felt satisfied and stood up, pulling the trembling little Omega into his embrace, kissing away the tears from his eyes and lips.

"Don't cry," Jiang Zhiyu murmured between kisses. "Baby knows he was wrong, doesn't he?"

Ling Ran nodded frantically in his arms, legs still shaking uncontrollably as he was carried from the bay window to the bed.

Jiang Zhiyu tucked the blankets around him. "Rest for a while."

Two slender, pale hands emerged from under the covers, clutching at the fingers that had tormented him earlier. Like a child forgetting pain once the hurt was gone, he sniffled and asked, "When... when are we going home?"

Jiang Zhiyu kissed his hands. "Just some work left, we'll go home when I'm done."

"Sleep now."

Exhausted, Ling Ran quickly drifted off.

Jiang Zhiyu called his secretary to have the fleece blanket from the bay window dry cleaned, then made another call to indefinitely extend Jiang Shengyi's European assignment.

By the time he finished his remaining work, night had fallen completely.

Entering the dimly lit bedroom, he heard the steady breathing from the bed. Moving quietly in the darkness, he wrapped the sleeping figure in his coat and carried him out.

It was nearly midnight. The little Omega remained fast asleep, undisturbed even as he was carried downstairs to the garage.

Jiang Zhiyu drove them home in his Porsche, the sleeping figure curled in the passenger seat.

Back home, he undressed the still-sleeping man and carried him to the bath. Ling Ran blinked awake briefly during the process, annoyed by the disturbance, and gave a half-hearted tug at the enigma's hair.

These days he'd developed small spoiled tendencies—the old Ling Ran would never have dared such boldness.

But when someone was willing to indulge him, why not?

Jiang Zhiyu, now damp himself, showed no impatience. After carefully washing and wrapping Ling Ran in a robe, he tucked him back into bed before showering himself.

Returning to bed, he found the little Omega had kicked off the covers, head off the pillow, one leg boldly exposed through the parted robe—completely unaware of any danger.

Jiang Zhiyu grasped his ankle and pulled the covers back up.

As if equipped with radar, the warm body automatically curled into the enigma's arms the moment he lay down, nuzzling against him until finding a comfortable position to continue sleeping peacefully.

Holding him close, their matching herbal-scented body wash mingled in the air.

When Ling Ran woke the next morning at seven, the other side of the bed was empty. Still half-asleep, he shuffled to the bathroom.

The sound of running water startled him fully awake. Peering through the glass door, he could make out a figure showering—with cold water, judging by the lack of steam.

Frozen in place, he quickly averted his eyes, never expecting to walk in on Mr. Jiang taking a cold shower first thing in the morning. He swore he hadn't meant to see anything.

He quietly turned around, tiptoeing as he prepared to retreat. Before his hand could even touch the door, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him effortlessly into the shower stall.

The showerhead adjusted to a comfortably warm temperature before the water cascaded over him. Flushing red, he was peeled wetly out of his robe.

….

7:30 AM.

Jiang Zhiyu carried the steaming little Omega out of the bathroom, not letting him lift a finger as he carefully dressed him, buttoning each fastener with precision.

Ling Ran had somehow grown accustomed to this pampered life—being fed, clothed, and tended to without effort. He obediently lowered his head or raised his arms to make it easier for the other man to dress him.

Even breakfast was taken in Jiang Zhiyu's arms. When they reached the living room, Ling Ran was surprised to spot two large black suitcases by the entrance.

He glanced at them curiously, and Song Yi quickly stepped forward to wheel them into the master bedroom for unpacking.

"What... are those?"

Bonelessly slumped in the enigma's embrace, he only opened his mouth when the spoonful of porridge was brought to his lips. He hadn't even started work yet, but he already felt exhausted, lazily compliant.

"Clothes," Jiang Zhiyu replied. "Had some sent over."

Ling Ran tilted his head up to look at him. "Are you... moving in?"

Hearing the return of the honorific, Jiang Zhiyu remained expressionless as he continued feeding him. "Mhm."

The flush on Ling Ran's face hadn't faded, spreading all the way down beneath his collar.

He fidgeted with his fingers, as if embarrassed, struggling to voice his thoughts.

If Mr. Jiang was moving in... didn't that mean they'd be living together?

His voice was soft, barely audible. "Then... then will we... have to sleep together like that every night?"

Jiang Zhiyu answered, "Yes."

Ling Ran hesitated before asking again, "And... will we have to... do that every night too...?"

Jiang Zhiyu leisurely wiped his mouth. "Yes."

"Ah..." His slightly upturned eyes trembled, clearly startled. The little Omega bit his lip lightly, wanting to say something but too afraid to voice it—cornered by the implications.

Jiang Zhiyu carried him to the entrance, setting him down on the shoe cabinet before crouching to change his shoes for him.

The enigma's large, warm hand encircled his slender ankle, his movements gentle, his mood seemingly pleasant.

"Not just every night," Jiang Zhiyu looked up at him and chuckled, "but every morning too, baby."

This time, Ling Ran truly couldn't take it. Every night and every morning? Forget whether his body could handle it—would he even get any proper sleep?

Who knew how late they'd go at night, only to start again early the next morning.

He didn't know when the enigma's rut would finally end. Hadn't it already been nearly ten days? Why was it still so intense? It wasn't enough to just devour him—Jiang Zhiyu seemed determined to grind every bone, chew every inch of his flesh, and swallow him whole.

Maybe once this period passed, things would ease up...

Ling Ran comforted himself with that thought, unaware that Jiang Zhiyu had long since stopped being driven by instincts. Now, it was purely because he wanted him.

Gathering his courage, Ling Ran decided to negotiate. Once his shoes were on, he stood up, his expression serious. "Then... can we do this? If we have to in the morning, then just once at night. Is that okay?"

Jiang Zhiyu slid his hands into his pockets, looking down at him with an unreadable gaze.

"Not enough."

Ling Ran bit his lip and conceded, "Then... then twice at most."

Before Jiang Zhiyu could speak, he hastily added, "Really, no more than that. I... I won't be able to get up in the morning..."

He wasn't one to laze in bed, but these past few days he'd been feeling constantly drowsy, exhausted even at work, only managing to catch extra sleep during lunch breaks on the single bed.

Jiang Zhiyu reached out a hand, gently stroking his cheek. "Don't you like doing that kind of thing with me?"

Ling Ran hadn't expected such a direct question. His eyes still held traces of the mistiness from their time in the bathroom. Seeing the enigma's intense gaze waiting for his answer—as if any rejection would wound him deeply—very deeply—Ling Ran quickly denied, "That's not it..."

"Then you do like it," Jiang Zhiyu leaned in to kiss him, the corners of his lips curling slightly. "I like it very much too."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath of the sweet scent unconsciously emanating from Ling Ran.

"Baby."

"You have no idea how captivating you are."

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