On the day of our business marriage, the whole city was betting on how soon we’d get divorced.
Gu Yanshen tossed his wedding ring into a drawer and said, “We’ll sleep in separate rooms and live our own lives.”
I cheerfully agreed. “Sure. Whoever gives a damn about the other is a little dog.”
Later
My heat came early, and his rut spiraled out of control.
Our pheromones tangled and clashed in the dead of night, then finally melted together tenderly.
He bit my gland, his voice so hoarse it barely sounded like him.
“Didn’t we agree that whoever gives a damn about the other is a little dog?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned like a cat that had gotten into the cream.
“Woof.”
He is the coldest snow atop a mountain, pure-hearted and indifferent to matters of the flesh.
I am the wildest gust of wind in the nightlife scene, uninhibited and disdainful of everyone.
Everyone thinks this is a transaction in which we each get what we want.
Until one late night, Gu Yanshen pins my drunken self against the car door
“Shen Xu,” he says, eyes reddening as his pheromones spill out of control. “Your pheromones… can you go into heat for me alone?”
Only then do I realize that this iceberg, frozen for ten thousand years, has long since burned to ashes for me.
[Marriage first, love later | Out-of-control pheromones | Both virgins | From rivals to needing no one but each other]
[Cool, restrained top with overwhelming possessiveness × proud, flamboyant beauty Omega bottom]
