Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

He took off and put on the shirt repeatedly, only to have it loosened by Zhou Yan shortly afterward, exposing his vulnerable nape.

Yu Zhu brushed aside his waist-length blond hair and looked at the gland there. The area around the gland was red and swollen, and the skin was a deep red color. The gland in the center was shrunken inside. Because it had not been nourished by pheromones for a long time, it looked much more fragile than before.

Yu Zhuo only had a small ointment that could repair bite wounds. As for repairing deeper wounds... it would probably require further systematic testing.

“Your glands are severely damaged. Should we consider removing the marks?” Yu Zhuo applied the ointment. “That way you’ll suffer less.”

After being permanently marked, Zhou Yanshu could only receive the pheromones of the Alpha who marked him, while his body, which had been barely clinging to life, had long since crumbled into dust, as had his pheromones.

After the markings were cleaned, Zhou Yanshu would at least no longer suffer from the torment of dry glands.

Zhou Yanshu's expression stiffened slightly upon hearing this. He turned his head as if to warn Yu Zhuo and said coldly, "Don't meddle in things that aren't your business. That's my mark."

"I was just saying it casually. If you don't want to wash, that's fine too," Yu Zhuo said casually. "Anyway, I can't mark you."

As he spoke, he rubbed the soft flesh beneath with his fingertips. Zhou Yanshu groaned, and when he looked up again, he saw that Yu Zhuo had already wisely put away the medicine box.

"I've finished applying it. You should get some rest." Yu Zhuo stood up from the bedside.

Zhou Yanshu glanced at him: "Where are you going?"

"I smell bad, I'm afraid it will bother you, I'll go sleep outside." Yu Zhuo lowered his head and straightened his suit jacket. He said, "I'm leaving."

Zhou Yanshu let out a cold laugh for no reason: "Did I let you leave?"

"..." Yu Zhuo turned around hesitantly, looked at Zhou Yanshu's half-exposed pale chest, and asked, "Then where should I go?"

Zhou Yanshu stared at him without moving. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he spoke, "There might be guards outside. You stay here."

Yu Zhuo's heart skipped a beat. The corners of his lips had just turned up slightly before he quickly withdrew them as if to cover it up. He grabbed the doorknob and said, seemingly casually, "I'm not in good health. I'm afraid I can't sleep on the floor. It'll make me cold."

Zhou Yanshu looked up: "Did I say you could sleep on the floor?"

He pulled the blanket around his waist and casually patted the empty space next to him: "You sleep here."

Yu Zhuo was taken aback. Zhou Yanshu's change of attitude was so fast that Yu Zhuo began to doubt his motives.

Zhou Yanshu didn't give Yu Zhuo much time to consider. Seeing Yu Zhuo standing motionless at the door, he slowly narrowed his long, narrow eyes: "What, are you very unwilling?"

"No." Yu Zhuo turned to the side, pressing against the door, and glanced around. "But... my pheromones smell bad. Are you sure you can stand me?"

Zhou Yanshu opened the drawer of the desk next to him, took out a box, and then pressed the square patch of inhibition under his fingertip.

Seeing this, Yu Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "Alright."

He took two steps forward and bent down, just as he was about to take the suppression patch, Zhou Yanshu suddenly increased the pressure of his fingertips.

Yu Zhuo tried to pull it out twice but failed. His gaze then shifted to Zhou Yanshu's face: "You..."

Zhou Yanshu held the patch between his two fingers and said, "I'll put it on for you."

Yu Zhuo: "..."

"Um, I can do it myself."

"I'll put it on for you."

"Forget it, I can manage on my own."

Zhou Yanshu didn't speak again. His gaze was fixed on Yu Zhuo, revealing an obvious chilling aura.

"Okay, okay, I'll put it on for you." Yu Zhuo turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

As he looked down, he secretly pondered Zhou Yanshu's temperament. Zhou Yanshu's temper wasn't like this before. He hadn't expected that after waking up from his long coma, he would become less talkative, more stubborn, and colder towards him.

It seems that what happened a hundred years ago still had a huge impact on him.

Those cold fingers pressed against the back of Yu Zhuo's neck, and Yu Zhuo felt a little uncomfortable, his body tensing up instinctively: "Don't stick it in the wrong place."

“I know, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Zhou Yanshu’s thumb touched the gland on the back of Yu Zhuo’s neck. Unlike Zhou Yanshu’s, it was not shrunken and dry, but still had a normal color.

Zhou Yanshu rubbed his fingernails against the surface for a moment, then lowered his head to smell the scent. It did indeed have a strong, unfamiliar scent of bitter almond pheromones, one he had never encountered before.

Yu Zhuo felt the skin on the back of his neck getting hotter and hotter. He glanced to the side and asked, "Is it done yet?"

Zhou Yanshu tore off the inhibitor patch and stuck it on. His movements were practiced and quick, and in no time he threw the remaining useless film onto the corner of the table.

"All right."

Yu Zhuo immediately stood up, touched the skin on the back of his neck, and said, "It's a little itchy."

“I don’t itch, do you want to be like me?” Zhou Yanshu ignored him, lay down and buried most of his body in the blankets. “Alright, stop talking nonsense, I’m going to sleep.”

Zhou Yanshu only rolled up half of the quilt, leaving the other half for Yu Zhuo. Yu Zhuo looked at Zhou Yanshu in front of the bed, the latter already frowning and closing his eyes.

"Alright." Yu Zhuo turned off the nightlight on the table, and the room was completely dark. He pulled the blanket over and lay down next to Zhou Yanshu.

Zhou Yanshu deliberately kept a distance from him, while Yu Zhuo covered his abdomen with both hands, sensing the breathing of the person next to him.

Familiar, intimate, yet distant. Yu Zhuo's fingers twisted together as he silently looked at the dark figure beside him. Zhou Yanshu lay down and remained motionless, like a stiff corpse.

Yu Zhuo turned his head to look at him, but soon he couldn't control himself and quietly reached out and pressed down on Zhou Yanshu's thigh.

With both legs paralyzed and devoid of sensation, Zhou Yanshu would likely be unaware of Yu Zhuo's actions.

Yu Zhu tentatively reached out and pinched the soft flesh there, but Zhou Yanshu did not react. However, a few seconds passed, and Yu Zhu quickly withdrew his hand, putting his hands together neatly on his abdomen as if nothing had happened.

He hasn't finished his task for today, so he needs to work overtime to complete it.

Yu Zhuo slowed his breathing and re-entered the system to begin organizing the fusion of the core fragments.

There are five pieces in total. The first four pieces have been almost completely fused together, with a completion rate of 90%. The last piece, Yuzhuo, arrived the latest and is progressing the slowest, so it seems that it will take some more time.

He secretly encouraged himself, determined to survive, and tapped the back of his hand before entering the system's learning phase.

Zhou Yanshu lay on his side on the edge of the bed, watching Yu Zhuo's movements. Hesitantly, he lowered his head and sniffed the pheromone scent remaining on his fingertips.

Why is this fragment of soul being so proactive towards him?

Or is it that... he's very proactive towards all outsiders?

Zhou Yanshu pondered his next move. If he wanted to keep Yu Zhuo by his side, then he would be in an even more passive position.