She even had a fairly good impression of him. After all, in this environment, it was truly too difficult to find someone who had no ill intent toward her and treated her normally.

In the past, Wang Luan had lived in a relatively simple environment, with uncomplicated interpersonal relationships.

When facing people she was familiar with, she was a girl who loved to talk, laugh, and act coquettishly. But because of her personality, she did not like to take the initiative to interact with strangers. Unfortunately, after coming here for ten days, there had not been a single person around her who met the standard of being considered “familiar,” so she appeared increasingly withdrawn.

Being able to proactively explain her intentions to Yan Qiongyu already counted as a sign that she did not dislike his character.

Yan Qiongyu’s formal contact with Wang Luan had not been extensive, but it was enough for him to grasp her personality. She carried secrets, but she herself was unexpectedly simple and easy to understand.

Unlike those Alphas who wanted to conquer him, Wang Luan had a kind of instinctive physiological rejection toward him. She did not have that common Alpha mentality of wanting him to submit, nor was she dazzled by his glamorous appearance.

When dealing with someone like Wang Luan, it seemed he did not need to use those “schemes” of his.

Having long anticipated the situation at hand, Yan Qiongyu had made other preparations before coming.

On the workbench lay a kind of mecha model material with extremely strong extensibility. Yan Qiongyu reached out to pick it up and stretched it in his hands.

Wang Luan was still waiting for his response when she saw Yan Qiongyu smile faintly. In his hands, he stretched the material into a long rope. Wang Luan only felt her vision blur, and then her wrists tightened—both hands were already firmly bound, with Yan Qiongyu holding the end of the knotted rope.

As if suddenly seeing a little white rabbit eat people, Wang Luan was stunned: “…!?”

“We’ll change places.” Yan Qiongyu was still smiling, but his eyes were like fissures in a cracked glacier, revealing the darkness beneath.

Having defaulted this male Omega as harmless, Wang Luan had not guarded against him at all. Who knew that Yan Qiongyu’s strength was actually so great that she was forced to stand and follow as he pulled her along.

There was a washroom for washing up inside this workshop. Although it was Yan Qiongyu’s first time here, he acted more naturally than the owner. With just a few steps, he directly led Wang Luan into the washroom.

Just as Wang Luan reacted and was about to struggle, the rope around her hands was deftly undone.

Yan Qiongyu stood opposite her and reached out to undo the coat he was wearing. Wang Luan’s scalp instantly went numb. Seeing him blocking the door, she could only retreat while searching for a weapon in the bathroom.

Yan Qiongyu took off the coat on his body, revealing the white shirt underneath. When he lifted his head and saw her like this, he laughed out loud for the first time.

Holding the coat in one hand, he tossed it out the door, then closed the washroom door again and leaned against it.

“No need to be nervous, Miss Wang Luan. I don’t intend to do anything to you… pfft, that sounds a bit funny to say, considering I’m a ‘frail’ Omega.” Yan Qiongyu’s temperament shifted subtly, his smile taking on a formulaic quality—commonly known as a fake smile.

“It’s just that what may happen next, I think it’s better to do it in a place without anyone watching.” Yan Qiongyu paused, then added, “The coat the Wang family prepared for me also has micro-surveillance on it, so please don’t misunderstand my earlier actions.”

Wang Luan stopped, surprised. “Surveillance?”

Surveillance? There was surveillance where she lived—were the Wang family people perverts?

“What do you want to do?” Setting aside all other issues, Wang Luan went straight to the point.

“I want to make things easier for both of us,” Yan Qiongyu said. “I think Miss Wang Luan doesn’t want to bite my neck. Please believe me—if possible, I also don’t like having my gland bitten.”

“But the task your father has given us still needs to be completed, so we can use other methods.”

“What method?” Wang Luan was having trouble keeping up with this sudden turn.

“Very simple. I’ll use a tool to take a bit of your glandular fluid and inject it. After all, it’s not a complete marking—this will be enough.”

As Yan Qiongyu spoke, he had already produced a capsule as if by magic and crushed it in his hand. The thing instantly unfolded into a palm-sized package.

Taking out a pair of thin gloves from inside and putting them on, Yan Qiongyu asked, “Miss Wang Luan wouldn’t refuse, would she?”

He walked up to Wang Luan, stopping two steps away. Wang Luan instinctively tried to retreat, then forcibly restrained her bodily reaction and stood still. She had no way to resolve the predicament before her; at present, aside from cooperating, there seemed to be no better option.

Seeing her tacit consent, Yan Qiongyu satisfactorily picked up a fluid extractor about the length of a finger bone and as thick as a little finger. Spreading his gloved hand, he instructed, “Please open your mouth.”

Wang Luan had thoroughly researched marking behavior between Alphas and Omegas, and knew that he was going to extract glandular fluid from her mouth. Compared to intimately biting his neck and smearing saliva all over it, this non-contact method was naturally easier to accept—at least more hygienic.

As she opened her mouth, Wang Luan looked at the bright light in the washroom and recalled the times she went to the dentist back in her hometown…

“Open your mouth a bit wider.”

When she couldn’t see Yan Qiongyu’s expression, his voice was not as gentle as his smile—there was a hint of coldness.

She felt something lightly tap against her teeth. Wang Luan lowered her gaze and met Yan Qiongyu’s eyes.

“Your gland teeth haven’t come out, and there’s no glandular secretion,” Yan Qiongyu said, his gaze urging her on.

Wang Luan’s expression gradually turned confused. Accordingly, Yan Qiongyu’s expression also became confused. He asked in disbelief, “You don’t know how?”

There was no need to answer, he could see that she didn’t. But this was an Alpha’s instinct; did it really need to be taught?

They faced each other in silence for a moment. Yan Qiongyu could not see the slightest trace of concealment or evasion on Wang Luan’s face, her confusion was genuine.

Yan Qiongyu seemed to let out a helpless breath.

Originally, he had not touched Wang Luan at all, only using the extractor to touch her teeth. Now he had no choice but to extend two fingers—one bracing against Wang Luan’s cheek as support, the other reaching into her mouth.

As the distance closed, Wang Luan stiffened abruptly. One foot stirred restlessly, wanting to lift her knee to strike upward, but Yan Qiongyu’s now-cool voice stopped her in time: “Relax. My gloves have been sterilized.”

At that instant, Wang Luan suddenly caught a fresh scent.

Damp, like the wet scent of rainwater on a barren wilderness—she couldn’t describe that smell, but at some afternoon in her childhood, she must have smelled something like it.

Different from ordinary floral or fruity fragrances, Wang Luan’s first reaction was: the scent of “freedom.”

The scent only appeared for a brief moment, yet it left Wang Luan dazed for a long time.

A chill brushed her chin as the mouth she had been holding open was casually closed.

Yan Qiongyu’s voice brought her back to herself. “All done.”

Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, Wang Luan thought: just now… was that the scent of Yan Qiongyu’s pheromones?

Yan Qiongyu had already retreated to the sink. From the palm-sized package earlier, he took out a micro-injector.

Facing the mirror, he injected the tiny amount of glandular fluid he had extracted into his own neck. The series of movements flowed smoothly, the injection as practiced as that of a seasoned doctor.

Because the needle was so fine, it left only a tiny red dot on his neck.

Leaning against the sink, Yan Qiongyu watched the change in Wang Luan’s expression through the mirror. “It takes thirty minutes for glandular fluid to enter the bloodstream from the glands. To avoid being noticed, we still need to stay here for thirty minutes.”

What he had just injected was not the gland itself, but directly into the side of the neck.

Just as Wang Luan was unwilling to make contact, he was even more unwilling to let an Alpha’s glandular fluid merge into his own glands. In that sense, he and this Miss Wang Luan were truly of one mind.

“There are still thirty minutes left. How about we chat?” After tidying up the disposable items, Yan Qiongyu fixed his gaze on Wang Luan and once again put on his standard smile.