The lights in the infirmary were pale, and Jian Yichu curled up on the bed, her school uniform soaked with sweat and sticking to her back. The glands on the back of his neck felt as if a red-hot iron had been inserted into it, causing him to almost convulse in pain.
He wanted to yell, smash things, and tear apart the world that had caused him to become like this. But now he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers, he could only let out broken sobs.
When the door was pushed open, he thought it was the school nurse or a classmate who came to watch a joke.
But he smelled something.
Not the disinfectant, nor the sickly, out-of-control sweet scent of jasmine on him.
It was a crisp breeze, carrying the cold fragrance of early spring cedar and mint, which instantly dissipated the suffocating heat in the room.
Jian Yichu raised her eyelids with difficulty.
Ning Huai stood beside the bed and looked at him condescendingly. The face that was always calm was now covered with a layer of frost that Jian Yi had never seen before.
"Go away..." Jian Yichu squeezed out one word through her teeth, her voice hoarse like a broken gong, "Don't... Don't be pretentious..."
Ning Huai ignored him.
The next second, Jian Yichu felt dizzy. Ning Huai actually grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, pulled him up from the bed, and pushed him forcefully into his arms.
"What are you doing-!" Jian Yichu struggled in fear, but was like a cat being pinched by the back of the neck, unable to move.
"Shut up." Ning Huai's voice was horribly low, with an undeniable sense of oppression. He tightened his arms and let Jian Yichu's hot cheek stick to the cold collar of his school uniform.
"Suck it in."
With Ning Huai's forced embrace, the refreshing mint breath instantly enveloped Jian Yichu.
It's like a long-drought desert ushered in heavy rain, like a drowning man grabbing driftwood.
Jian Yichu's body suddenly trembled out of control. The heat that was rushing through his body and almost tearing him apart seemed to have met a nemesis and began to subside at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sharp pain in the back of my neck miraculously subsided, replaced by a shuddering numbness I had never experienced before.
Jian Yichu's struggle gradually stopped, and her body slumped softly in Ning Huai's arms, greedily absorbing the coolness. He even uncontrollably rubbed Ning Huai's neck like a puppy, letting out a contented moan that even he felt ashamed of.
Ning Huai's body stiffened for a moment.
The moonlight outside the window filtered through the blinds, casting mottled light and shadow on the overlapping figures of the two people.
Jian Yichu was on the verge of waking up and realized a fact more terrifying than "I am an Omega" -
The pride he was proud of was shattered into pieces at this moment; and his most hated enemy became his only oxygen.
Intention: True compatibility is not about being born perfect, but when you are most embarrassed, people are willing to be your only "antidote"