Pay Attention To Me

Chapter 82

Jiang Yao's ears flushed bright red. "Fuck, don't ask that. Hurry up and go."

"Fine." Yin Che turned to leave without any mental burden of guilt, "I wouldn't help you out anyway."

"......"

When he made it back to the changing room, there weren't many people inside. Yin Che used his wristband to open his locker and took out his other shirt.

Qiao WanYun had considered carefully when she heard he wanted to go to the swimming pool. Even if he didn't want to go in the water, she had considerately prepared spare clothes for him anyway.

"You boys will definitely want to rough-house. If your clothes get wet and clingy from splashing, you'll be uncomfortable."

He'd originally thought it was totally unnecessary, not expecting Jiang Yao to act like such a dog, hauling him straight down into the water.

And then having to endure the consequences of his own actions.

Yin Che couldn't stop one side of his mouth from quirking up.

Fool.

His wet shirt was taken off and tossed aside. Yin Che dried his body with a towel and put on the new shirt. His locker was in the corner, the door approximately high enough to block all of his upper body, so no one would be able to see him changing clothes.

Just as he was buttoning his second button, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

He paid them no mind, it was just someone else coming to swim, and continued to button up.

However, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, seeming to be coming in his direction and at a very swift pace too.

Yin Che felt a sense of apprehension deep down and turned around quickly.

But the person approached even faster, then covered his eyes and pushed him back hard against the locker door——

The lips were wet.

His lips were completely covered and the person who'd just arrived eagerly but gently sucked kisses against them. His breaths were burning hot and he licked and nipped at his lips over and over, like a wolf not wanting to lose its poise despite how it was starving.

"Open your mouth."

Every word struck at his heart like a drumbeat.

Yin Che couldn't see. His throat bobbed slightly. "No way."

"Let's try it, okay? If you want to stop, just pull my hair."

The tone of his voice was so soft and gentle, as if he never wished any harm to him, always giving his feelings the highest priority.

"......not too deep," he compromised.

The instant the words left his mouth, those wet lips pressed forward again. This time, something even more wet and slippery pushed straight in, bursting through the gap between his slightly parted lips.

It was a very strange experience.

Yin Che instantly gripped at the other's broad shoulders, tilted his head back, and furrowed his brow.

Unlike the previous surface-level touches, this time, the alpha's scent directly invaded his mouth, lingering on the tip of his tongue and, as their throats rolled in unison as they swallowed, entering his body.

He finally received an incomparably clear taste of the flavor of the pheromones of the alpha before him.

Rich, warm, and powerful, so powerful it made his heart race until he felt almost dizzy and full of passionate emotions.