Yan Qiongyu glanced at the data on the instrument—Wang Luan was currently in an extremely unstable state.

The externally injected androstenone had not produced a terrifying rejection reaction with her body, but after combining with her defective pheromones, it had generated unstable threshold fluctuations.

Relying solely on her body to metabolize it was probably unrealistic.

Yan Qiongyu could not possibly let her go out to meet the Wang family in this state. Just thinking of how she had changed from her usual reclusiveness, shouting “long live freedom” at the steward and everyone else, and then running around looking for someone to bring her a knife—

He would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.

“Come, open your mouth. I’ll take some of your glandular fluid,” Yan Qiongyu reacted swiftly.

He could also try exchanging pheromones, using his own stable pheromones to cover the disruptive pheromones inside Wang Luan’s body.

Wang Luan was still in a state of mental confusion. Seeing him come over with tools in hand, she covered her mouth and refused to cooperate, and one could still hear her muttering indistinctly things like “won’t give birth, won’t give birth.”

Yan Qiongyu asked her seriously, “Do your teeth hurt? Open your mouth and I’ll take a look.”

Wang Luan froze. Toothache? Did her teeth hurt? It seemed like they were a bit sore and achy.

For a period of time, her brain could only think about one thing. When she thought about toothache, and then felt that Yan Qiongyu in front of her looked like a dentist, she slowly opened her mouth.

“Don’t pull my teeth,” she emphasized.

“I won’t. I’ll just take a look,” Yan Qiongyu coaxed her. Conservatively estimating, her psychological age in this state was no more than six.

Even easier to fool than usual.

Because the androstenone inside her body was reacting with his, the gland teeth in her mouth had never receded and were continuously secreting glandular fluid. After keeping her mouth open for a while, she could not quite control the saliva flowing out.

Wang Luan felt uncomfortable and wanted to retreat backward, but Yan Qiongyu was still extracting glandular fluid, holding her face firmly without letting go.

The crystalline liquid flowed from the corner of her mouth onto his long fingers, along the knuckles to the web between thumb and forefinger, to the wrist joint, soaking his sleeve cuff.

“Don’t move.” Yan Qiongyu’s hand did not budge at all.

Wang Luan struggled and pushed his hand away, accusing him, “You looked for a long time.”

Yan Qiongyu had only taken one tube of glandular fluid. He took a new extractor and wanted to coax Wang Luan into opening her mouth again, but she refused no matter what, just passively lying in the bathtub and refusing to turn around.

Yan Qiongyu went to pull her, but instead was pressed into the water by her.

While the pheromones inside her body were in upheaval, Wang Luan’s physical strength also surged explosively.

Yan Qiongyu, constrained and unable to resist properly, was accidentally pressed into the water by her once. When he sat up, his head and face were drenched, an uncommon state of dishevelment—his shirt and pants completely soaked through.

Both of them were soaking in the water. Wang Luan looked at him, then turned her head, looked at him again, then turned her head again. Yan Qiongyu wiped his face, stood up, and went to fetch a mirror, holding it in front of Wang Luan.

“Look.”

Wang Luan looked at the woman in the mirror, dripping wet, hair plastered to her face, and met her gaze in confusion.

“Look, what’s in your mouth?” Yan Qiongyu shook the mirror.

“What is there?”

“Open your mouth and look.”

The muddle-headed person was easily tricked again and opened her mouth to look. Seizing the opportunity, Yan Qiongyu stuffed the mirror into her hands to distract her attention, and took another tube of glandular fluid from her mouth.

Generally, the amount of glandular fluid an alpha injects into an omega’s glands during a complete mark is roughly this much. Relying on the high pheromone compatibility between the two of them, Yan Qiongyu directly injected both tubes of glandular fluid into his own neck in one go.

Almost instantly, he felt himself lose strength. He collapsed back into the bathtub, he and Wang Luan each occupying one side.

This was not a normal complete marking situation. Wang Luan’s pheromones had not produced her own androstenone to soothe him; instead, her currently chaotic pheromones entered his body, so he was also in pain now.

Unwilling to let himself lose rationality, whenever Yan Qiongyu felt his consciousness grow muddled, he would stab his own cervical gland once, forcibly keeping himself awake.

At the same time, he was also monitoring his own physical condition. His body’s self-repair speed was much faster than Wang Luan’s. Those foreign pheromones were slowly combining with his own pheromones; the originally cool and damp pheromone scent had undergone a slight change—there was more warmth, less chill.

Yan Qiongyu did not bother with Wang Luan. She was hugging the mirror at the other end of the bathtub, laboriously thinking about what exactly was in her mouth, burning red like a tomato.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Qiongyu slowly climbed up again.

The violent rise and fall of his chest gradually calmed. After glancing at his data trending toward stability, he braced himself against the smooth bathtub and stood up, once again extracting his own pheromones.

He leaned close to Wang Luan and reinjected into her body the pheromone variant that had been filtered once through his body and combined the pheromones of both of them.

This “marking” between them was unprecedented.

In the past, marking behavior between alphas and omegas was always an alpha injecting glandular pheromone fluid into an omega’s glands, allowing the omega’s body to accept their pheromones, thereby promoting the omega’s “maturation.”

But what was between them was extremely strange.

His androstenone combined with her pheromones, producing mutated pheromones in her body; he then injected her mutated pheromones into his own body, and after repairing and filtering them through his own glands, reinjected them back into her, allowing the boiling pheromones in her body to calm and adapt…

After this entire chain of operations, it was already impossible to tell who was marking whom, or whether the marking had even succeeded.

If one were to say it had not succeeded, Yan Qiongyu could clearly sense that his own pheromone scent had undergone a subtle change; but if one were to say a complete marking had succeeded, the reproductive cavity in his body had not opened.

Treating both himself and Wang Luan as experimental subjects, Yan Qiongyu’s mind was still continuously making conjectures and hypotheses, but his eyelids were already uncontrollably closing.

Both his mental strength and his body as an omega had reached their limits, sinking into a semi-unconscious state.

At this moment, Wang Luan was the opposite of him. The pheromones Yan Qiongyu injected into her for the last time had taken effect; she gradually regained consciousness and felt better than she ever had before.

She felt her mind was clear… so clear that she could recall Yan Qiongyu standing by the bed greeting her, and everything in between—how she had acted like a madwoman, making a scene and crying—all the way until now, every scene seeming to be engraved in her mind, impossible to forget.

The level of shame was ten times worse than when she was in elementary school performing a dance in front of several thousand people in the auditorium, forgot the moves midway, sat down on the spot and cried through the entire piece, her sobbing even drowning out the music.

It was as shameful as when, during her working years, she was dragged by her boss into a meeting, slacked off and saw a joke shared by a colleague, laughed so hard that the hard candy in her mouth shot out and smacked into the hand of the boss who was speaking.

Not only was her damned brain incredibly clear, her five senses were also insanely sharp right now.

She could feel herself soaking in the bathtub; not far away there was another person’s breathing, and her foot was unconsciously tangled underwater with that person’s foot.

Wang Luan lifted her face and devoutly asked: was there any way for her to immediately leave this unhappy planet?

Like an examinee in the college entrance exam who could not think of an answer to a question, she was at a loss, able only to accept reality. She silently drew her foot back and looked toward the other side.

Yan Qiongyu was curled up on the other side of the bathtub, one hand resting on the edge of the tub, his cheek pillowed on that hand. His hair was damp and disheveled, eyes tightly closed, brows faintly furrowed, face deathly pale.

Seeing him lying in the water, she felt her head ache: this person was just one huge unsolvable problem!

Every time Wang Luan saw him, he always appeared elegant and composed; even sitting on a hospital bed, he never made people feel that he was fragile. This was the first time she had seen him in such a sorry state.

After waiting for a while, Wang Luan felt that waiting for him to wake up naturally was probably unrealistic, so she could only stand up quietly, lift her dripping wet dress, and rummage around to find a large towel to wipe the water off her body.

Mechanically drying her hair, she turned her head and saw that over there, without her propping him up on the other side, the person was about to slide into the bathtub. In the end, she was still afraid he might drown, but when she walked over, she found herself at a loss as to where to start with Yan Qiongyu’s head.

In the end, Wang Luan steeled herself and wrapped a large towel around that head, dragging him out. Then, flustered, she wrapped several more large towels around Yan Qiongyu, bundling him up like a mummy and transporting him onto the bed.

After that, she sat by the bed like a terrible man who had behaved disgracefully after getting drunk, rubbing her own hair and asking herself: why did this kind of thing happen?

Yan Qiongyu did not remain unconscious for long; he woke up quickly. Even when unconscious, his vigilance prevented him from losing awareness for too long.

After waking up with a splitting headache, Yan Qiongyu felt his whole body bound up, which made him think of some unpleasant memories, his heart sinking. But when he opened his eyes, he realized that the things “binding” him were merely many soft large towels.

He broke free from those unpleasant memories, and also from the encirclement of towels, casually tossing one towel aside and painfully rubbing his brow.

Then he sensed something was off and turned his head to meet Wang Luan’s panicked, evasive gaze at the bedside.

Yan Qiongyu’s expression stiffened. He was very wary of the presence of strangers, yet when he had just woken up, he had not noticed that there was another person so close by.

Why?

Catching the familiar scent of his own pheromones, Yan Qiongyu took a moment to realize that the pheromone scent was not emanating from himself, but from Wang Luan.

Yan Qiongyu: “……………………”

He had only ever heard that after an alpha marked an omega, the omega’s pheromone scent might change for a period of time, becoming somewhat similar to the alpha’s, but he had never heard of a marked alpha completely emitting the same scent as their own omega.

He sensed his own pheromones again—ridiculous, the pheromones he was emitting now actually had no scent at all.

Having roughly guessed why Wang Luan was emitting his pheromones, and also understanding that it was probably because the pheromones were too familiar that he had automatically ignored her presence when he woke up, Yan Qiongyu still felt that the situation was a bit absurd.

Being stared at by Yan Qiongyu so thoughtfully, Wang Luan wrapped her towel tighter and sat at the edge of the bed, hesitantly asking: “It seems like something happened between us, but what happened?”

Yan Qiongyu looked at her for a while longer, completely abandoning his elegance, and fell back onto the bed with disheveled hair, saying flatly, “There was a pheromone exchange without any intimate contact.”

Wang Luan wanted to speak but stopped, her expression looking as though she had encountered a problem of epic proportions.

“Then… I won’t get pregnant, right?”

Yan Qiongyu genuinely suspected whether Wang Luan had ever attended her sex education classes properly.

He joked, “Who knows.”

Wang Luan believed it, and Wang Luan began to panic.

Mainly because she also realized that she was suffused with the scent of Yan Qiongyu’s pheromones, and no amount of washing could get rid of it.

Checking on her smart brain, there was actually no such precedent.

She herself had never thoroughly studied the part about female alpha and male omega having children because she had not overcome her psychological shadow; she had only read the pheromone marking section, but that section was also different from what had happened between them, and now she was even more unable to make sense of the situation.

Yan Qiongyu then saw her fall silent for a moment, before asking an extremely foolish question. She asked, “If there’s a pregnancy, would it be you who’s pregnant, or me?”

Yan Qiongyu had never been this speechless in his life. He sat up and pressed one hand to Wang Luan’s forehead: “Could it be that my pheromones made you stupid?”