Chapter 60: I can make you feel even better. Trust me, Chen Huixing. Get out of here…

Pei Jiqing's fingertips paused slightly when he heard Chen Huixing's voice. A tingling sensation like an electric current shot up his spine, causing his breathing to stagnate.

That thing was still vibrating inside him, a humming sound mingling with the sticky sound of water, remarkably clear in the quiet room.

He had just turned up the frequency—the gentle rhythm was too grueling, like a blunt knife cutting flesh; the gentler it was, the more unbearable it was, unlike the sharp, stabbing pleasure of this.

But an Omega's estrus was never just a physical matter. His skin yearned for touch, the glands at the back of his neck heated, and his heart felt like a ball of fluffy cotton, sinking at the slightest touch.

He wanted the intimacy of pheromones, the warm breath of lips and teeth entwined, the whispers in his ear that seeped into his blood like honey—those were the most crucial things.

But right now, there was none. He didn't feel particularly lost, just the occasional physiological reaction that made him dazed for a few seconds, his heart skipping a beat, his breathing erratic, that was all.

Chen Huixing's voice pounded through the communicator, so rapid it seemed to break through something: "Pei Jiqing, open the door! You're alone, right?"

Pei Jiqing's thoughts drifted in mid-air, his own heavy breathing hanging heavy in his ears... like wet silk... It had been

a long time since he'd lost control like this. The sound escaping his throat was so unfamiliar that even he was stunned for a moment.

Then, a sharp and painful surge of vengeful pleasure washed over him.

—Why did you think I was alone?

It was over, completely over.

Pei Jiqing chuckled softly, "Yes, Chen Huixing, do you think I need you? You're already a thing of the past."

Pei Jiqing's movements... were sticky, and his voice was like a hook dipped in honey, sweet and sharp (21 times now).

He laughed softly,... joyfully, crushing... bones... (tired)

legs... fingertips... throat... (just imagine, I'm tired, 20 times now).

"Get lost..." He panted and sneered at the other end of the communicator, the last syllable... "Chen Huixing, you're such a pervert, do you enjoy listening to other people's sex scenes?"

Chen Huixing's breathing was noticeably heavier.

Pei Jiqing... was unbridled, like... rational... sobbing (p.s. imagine, I really tried).

He knew Chen Huixing could imagine him now—sharp tongue... unfocused eyes... like... a beautiful doll gone awry.

What a pervert,

Chen Huixing thought.

But he just couldn't help thinking about it. The word "ex-wife" suddenly became extremely specific, so specific that it made his Adam's apple roll and his blood burn.

The next moment, the door was opened.

Pei Jiqing still had his legs open, his skin flushed with passion, and he hastily pulled the quilt over himself, and everything at hand was swept to the ground with a clatter.

His breathing was rapid, and the tips of his ears were burning: "Get out! How did you get in?" Chen

Huixing stood at the door, his knuckles still against the door frame, his eyes fixed on him: "I have booked this room all the time."

Pei Jiqing's chest heaved violently, and fragmented memories suddenly flashed through his mind.

Chen Huixing never slept in a room that someone else had stayed in. Even hotels had to clear out the room in advance. This room was indeed the one they had booked all the time.

Chen Huixing looked at everything that had fallen around him. The tools had kept up with the times, reflecting an ambiguous aqua color under the light.

The air was filled with the faint smell of bitter orange, sweet and astringent, mixed with the dampness after steaming.

Chen Huixing's Adam's apple rolled, his voice raspy and deep: "I just want to care about you... Don't reject me so much."

Pei Jiqing's cheeks flushed, his eyelashes drooping wetly, but a sneer curled at the corners of his mouth. He gasped, his fingertips clutching the sheets. "What? Do you think we should take off a few condoms now, get it done, and then pretend nothing happened?"

"Chen Huixing," Pei Jiqing's voice trembled, but his words were clear. "Now, get out! Close the door!"

Chen Huixing stood still, his gaze fixed on Pei Jiqing's tense profile. "These things won't satisfy you at all, you know."

Pei Jiqing's throat tightened at Chen Huixing's words, and he couldn't find the words to refute.

The glands at the back of his neck were heating uncontrollably, like lit charcoal, flickering and burning his nerve endings.

Even the faint pheromones from Chen Huixing made his fingertips numb.

He was too lazy to play any more convoluted language games with Chen Huixing... Just now

he had been used, warmed by his body heat, and now he was lying alone, like a discarded substitute . ( I tried my best )

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He tilted his head and gently placed his lips on the inside of Pei Jiqing's calf, kissing her devoutly and with restraint. 

"Wife," his voice was hoarse, "please, don't be so cruel to me." 

"I miss you, I really miss you so much lately that I'm going crazy..." 

Pei Jiqing raised his foot to kick, but was caught steadily by Chen Huixing. The warm palm wrapped around his cold instep, Chen Huixing lowered his head and placed a scorching kiss on the protruding ankle. 

Looking at Pei Jiqing, who looked like he had swallowed a cockroach, Chen Huixing seemed to have suddenly triggered some instinct, and his eyes were dark. 

He coaxed her in a low voice, "Wife, don't chase me away." 

He stared at the place that did not belong to him - it was obviously his territory, but now he had to look up to Pei Jiqing's face to even touch it. 

He suddenly lifted the quilt and leaned over to lick it, his movements as eager as a hungry wolf. 

Pei Jiqing raised his leg and kicked, leaving several red marks on his shoulder and cheek. 

But Chen Huixing seemed to feel no pain. After being kicked away, he immediately clung to her again, breathing heavily and moving closer, his nose almost touching the wet skin. 

"Chen Huixing, get away from me..."

Pei Jiqing's voice was trembling. He pushed his sole against Chen Huixing's chest, but he was grabbed by the ankle.

Chen Huixing looked up at him, his eyes burning frighteningly. Although he was kicked badly, he had a smile on his face that was almost tolerant and rogue, as if the pain made him even more excited. He said humbly, "Wife, I can make you more comfortable. Trust me, okay?"

Continuing the description, a dead object is still a dead object. No matter how hard you try, it will only vibrate mechanically.

There is no body temperature, no heartbeat, and even the strength will not be adjusted by his trembling.