WT Chapter 40

Chapter 40: The Night of Eighteen. What do you take me for?……

Wen Shixi’s words floated in the room, filled with resistance.

In the next second, Wen Shixi suddenly felt a force pushing him.

The physical disparity between an Alpha and a Beta left him almost no time to struggle. With the sound of the door closing, he was pinned against the smooth door panel.

In the backlighting, Jiang Quanyu’s face loomed high above, yet close enough to touch.

One hand cushioned the back of Wen Shixi’s head, while the other still gripped his slender wrist.

Jiang Quanyu asked, slowly and deliberately, “You never want to see me again?”

Wen Shixi’s breathing was short and rapid, his lips pressed tightly together.

The agreement was crystal clear: he was no longer Jiang Quanyu’s younger brother.

Regardless of what Jiang Quanyu wanted to say, he didn’t want to hear a word of it… it was all too late.

Wen Shixi’s throat was constricted to the extreme, and his struggles even produced a desperate, faint pain.

Then, forcing a smile, he asked slowly,

“Jiang Quanyu, you never treated me like family… did you?”

He was just a piano-playing toy, the Jiang family’s young master’s diversion. That must be it. Whenever Jiang Quanyu was slightly dissatisfied, he would simply discard him.

Wen Shixi bit his lower lip lightly, his eyes gradually lowered.

But even at this moment, if he could, he still desperately hoped to hear Jiang Quanyu deny it.

At least, if it was Jiang Quanyu…

“You’re right.”

Jiang Quanyu spoke, his thin lips opening and closing softly in the shadows, his voice chillingly cold, shattering the last bit of hope in Wen Shixi’s heart.

“I’ve never needed family, and I’ve never treated you as my family.”

Wen Shixi’s trembling fingertips tightened slightly, his pupils blank.

“You can’t be so greedy, Wen Shixi.” Jiang Quanyu’s lips were tightly pursed as he asked, bit by bit, “Haven’t I given you enough? From childhood to adulthood, in what way have I not satisfied you? Why do you care about something so meaningless?”

Wen Shixi’s lips moved, “You say… meaningless?”

The family he desperately wanted, Jiang Quanyu actually said it was meaningless?

Jiang Quanyu’s palm was a scorching heat.

An unusual fever swept through his body, flowing through Jiang Quanyu’s limbs and bones.

For Jiang Quanyu, the body that intertwined youth and beauty was close at hand. The shallow glimmers in Wen Shixi’s eyes were deeply imprinted in his vision.

In the air that Wen Shixi couldn’t perceive, pheromones surged like raging waves, emanating from Jiang Quanyu’s body.

“Ah…” Jiang Quanyu murmured, “Could it be that you wanted to become someone’s family, so you ran away from me, went to Paris? But you shouldn’t think that way. I’ve already presented all the best things in the world to you. I gave you everything, but you only think about living that kind of life—Wen Shixi, what do you take me for?”

Wen Shixi’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed together as he was questioned repeatedly.

Jiang Quanyu’s hand grew stronger and stronger, gripping his wrist until it was red and painful, unbearable.

The young master, who had been pampered and protected, had never suffered any pain.

“Let go,” Wen Shixi struggled forcefully, “It hurts—you’re hurting me, Jiang Quanyu!”

Jiang Quanyu looked at the figure in front of him, constantly trying to break free, the darkness in his eyes gradually changing, filled with a dangerous aura.

The pheromones suddenly thickened, like an invisible sea fog, permeating every inch of the room.

Jiang Quanyu slowly bent down, lowering his head to hover in front of Wen Shixi’s face.

The pleasant shampoo scent on Wen Shixi’s body was the lily of the valley fragrance he had personally chosen for Wen Shixi.

Jiang Quanyu knew that Wen Shixi was a Beta. According to gender attraction, logically speaking, Wen Shixi would only find another Beta to be with.

He had planned to, at the appropriate time, choose a considerate and excellent lover for Wen Shixi, just like he had always chosen everything for Wen Shixi in the past.

But Jiang Quanyu suddenly felt that this wouldn’t work.

Due to emotional agitation, Wen Shixi’s cheeks were flushed a light red.

Jiang Quanyu leaned close to Wen Shixi’s left ear, his voice hoarse, “You just said that I was a liar, that I promised to be with you forever…”

“Shixi, then let’s be together forever.”

The moment the bedroom door burst open, pheromones flooded in from the study.

Wen Shixi struggled, staggering as he was dragged into the room, then thrown forcefully onto the bed.

The soft mattress dipped slightly, catching the clean and innocent body.

Alarm swept through Wen Shixi’s eyes as he propped himself up, trying to sit up.

But before he could sit up, he saw Jiang Quanyu lift a leg, wedging himself between his legs, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

The sinking body quickly forced Wen Shixi back onto the bed. Instantly, the illusion of being invaded washed over his mind, triggering a series of shivers.

Wen Shixi instinctively felt that something was wrong with Jiang Quanyu.

The brother in front of him was completely unfamiliar. Even though he was a Beta, he could sense the heat and danger in the Alpha’s instincts.

Driven by desire, Jiang Quanyu grabbed Wen Shixi’s hands, pinning them on the soft, fluffy blanket.

He looked down from above at the face beneath him.

Having shed all childishness, Wen Shixi’s face was handsome and alluring, his eyelashes curled and flickering, his eyes shining, his gaze containing confusion and fear, easily able to arouse the violent desire to possess in people’s hearts.

Jiang Quanyu moved his arm slightly, holding both of Wen Shixi’s hands together in one hand, while the other hand continued to roam, reaching towards the youth’s smooth neck.

The feverish fingertips roamed over the fair skin, the unfamiliar touch both hot and itchy. Wen Shixi’s breath hitched, and he let out a trembling sound filled with confusion and fear.

“Brother…?”

Wen Shixi really didn’t understand what was wrong with his brother.

Amidst the chaotic questioning and restraint, Wen Shixi’s breath became short, rapid and hot as he spoke, lightly brushing against Jiang Quanyu’s cheeks time and time again, like bold and reckless touches.

Jiang Quanyu never answered anything.

The restless pheromones in the room dragged everything into an unfathomable deep sea, pressing down on two hearts that were close at hand yet far away.

Darkness filled Jiang Quanyu’s eyes. His fingertips hooked onto Wen Shixi’s shirt collar, pulling it forcefully to the side.

The buttons snapped and scattered, revealing fair collarbones and shoulders.

Wen Shixi shuddered all over. In the next second, Jiang Quanyu bent down, lightly burying his lips in Wen Shixi’s neck.

Skin touched skin, instantly adhering together.

Kisses, wrapped in a devouring light bite, landed on the soft flesh next to the Adam’s apple.

Only a trace of Jiang Quanyu’s sanity remained. When his teeth sank into the skin, they trembled almost imperceptibly.

Wen Shixi felt the pain and suddenly struggled violently.

“It hurts—slow down, Jiang Quanyu, it hurts so much!”

But he couldn’t break free from Jiang Quanyu’s grip. The bitten wound was even more painful due to his struggles.

A Beta who hadn’t differentiated wouldn’t feel any pleasure from being bitten, only pain, especially since the place Jiang Quanyu bit wasn’t where the glands were located.

The possession engraved in the Alpha’s instincts couldn’t be called marking, yet it seemed to be more than just marking.

Jiang Quanyu bit out one glamorous and seductive tooth mark after another on Wen Shixi’s body, repeatedly branding him with his mark.

The sharply defined thin lips pressed against the skin that had never been touched before, constantly rubbing and grinding, together transforming into a moist softness.

Tooth marks covered the innocent and youthful body, causing endless tremors.

His heart was wrapped in desire, transforming into an unfamiliar appearance.

In the darkness, Wen Shixi struggled constantly, his panting filling the room.

Tear tracks streaked from his eyes, falling into his hair.

The bedclothes were in disarray, dragging the soft body, pinning the figure in a confined space.

Powerless, Wen Shixi’s voice was tinged with sobs, and he said weakly, “Brother…”