Let Me Smell Your Pheromones

[I care deeply about copyright protection and have authorized a professional litigation firm to handle copyright infringement claims. Pirate-content social media accounts, take heed and avoid unpleasant legal disputes.] Song Xun and Lin Pei grew up together. One is an alpha with exceptionally strong genes, the other a beautiful, cool omega. Their families are close, and with a 99% compatibility rate, both sets of parents consider their marriage a sure thing. Song Xun knows perfectly well that he doesn't like Lin Pei. Lin Pei is smart and handsome, but he's cold and taciturn. Song Xun finds him unbearably dull. Until one day, Song Xun suddenly develops the ability to read minds. Lin Pei walks past him, and a jumble of thoughts floods his ears: "Damn, the old man is keeping us late again. No way I'm getting a chicken drumstick now." "I should've held back less on the monthly exam. It wasn't nearly as satisfying showing off as it could've been. Looks like I can't stay up gaming before the next one." "What the hell is Song Xun wearing today? That handsome face is wasted on him. Your affection score drops by five points today. Baby, you're so useless. Do you know how many people are lining up to bite your husband's neck?" Song Xun: "???" - Lin Pei notices Song Xun has been hanging around him a lot lately. He can't help feeling pleased, though he's also puzzled about why this idiot has suddenly changed. Song Xun gives a cold laugh, then pins him against the wall. "Forgot your suppressants? Let me take a sniff?" [Reading Guide] 1. Each other's first love. Song Xun is the pursuer, Lin Pei the pursued. 2. Criticism is welcome, but not writing advice or personal attacks. I hope to bring everyone a beautiful winter romance. I will always love you. [My upcoming story. Add it to your collection if you're interested.] Title: I Woke Up to Find All My Disciples Had Left the Sect Blurb: Xian Yu, a mighty cultivator who once slaughtered his way through the Demon Realm, wakes up to find himself lying in an ice coffin, with several jars of pickles beside him. A frail-looking pretty boy kneels before the coffin and bows excitedly. "C-C-Congratulations, Grandmaster, on emerging from seclusion!" "???" Only then does Xian Yu learn that the cultivation world has changed dramatically over the past few centuries. After he fell into a deep sleep, all his disciples abandoned the sect. Now each one has become a powerful force ruling over their own territory. And he, once the all-powerful founder of the Ruyi Sect, has only three things left: a rundown thatched hut, an illegal building slated for demolition; an old yellow dog guarding the door, too ancient to chew even a bone; and a disciple's disciple of unknown generations, still a useless little weakling who hasn't even established his foundation. Xian Yu: ...It can't be that bad. It really can't. · Half a month later, a new sect boasting "Join us and you'll form your Golden Core" rises to prominence. Passing cultivation students: The Ruyi Sect? What kind of no-name outfit is that? Do they really think forming a Golden Core is that easy? But to everyone's surprise, after the news spreads, the head of Penglai Temple returns to the world, the regent ruling the Southern Dynasty travels thousands of miles to see him, and even a mighty cultivator from the Myriad Sword Sect, a white-haired old man who has reached the tribulation stage, kneels before Xian Yu and trembles as he cries, "Your disciple is unworthy of facing you, Master!" Everyone: ??? Is something wrong with me, or is the whole world upside down??? Theme: Become a better version of yourself, and you'll meet someone better who loves you even more.