Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

The moment the door was pushed open, a cedar pheromone scent a hundred times stronger than that in the corridor rushed towards us like a flood bursting its banks.

The taste was no longer the cool and restrained cedar of everyday life, but a mixture of the sweetness of desire, the bitterness of despair, and a trace of something barely perceptible... dependence.

Like a traveler lost in a blizzard, finally spotting the only light emanating from a distant cabin.

Song Qingyin's breathing paused for a moment.

The alpha pheromones in her body completely boiled over the moment she smelled this scent.

It was a primal urge, originating from the depths of one's blood. To possess him, to mark him, to imbue him completely with one's own essence, to make him one's own possession.

Damn physiological instincts.

Song Qingyin cursed under her breath, her beautiful brows furrowing tightly.

This was the first time in all her time in this world that she had experienced being overwhelmed by pheromones.

She doesn't like it.

This feeling of being out of control made her very unhappy.

She raised her hand and pressed the switch on the wall.

The soft light instantly illuminated the entire room.

Then, she saw the man lying on the doormat.

Xi Hanzhou lay curled up on his side on the ground, his black hair soaked with sweat and plastered messily to his pale forehead. His shirt was torn to shreds, revealing a large expanse of his firm chest, flushed an unnatural red.

He seemed to have completely lost consciousness, his brows furrowed, and a few suppressed, painful groans unconsciously escaped his lips.

Even while unconscious, he was like a fully drawn bow.

Song Qingyin's gaze fell on his hand that hung down at his side.

There were still traces of half-dried blood on his knuckles.

Her eyes turned cold.

It seems that a good show had already taken place here before she arrived.

"Host, he... he seems to be in a lot of pain." Qingyu's voice sounded somewhat distressed.

"Nonsense." Song Qingyin replied inwardly, annoyed.

At this moment, Xi Hanzhou was like someone who had taken ten times the dose of aphrodisiac; it would be strange if he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Song Junyao really went all out. This latest type of O-inducer is specifically designed for Omegas with high mental strength. Once infected, no inhibitors are effective, and the only way to soothe the mind is through pheromones from a highly compatible Alpha. Otherwise, at best, the mental sea will be damaged, and at worst... the body will explode and die.

This idiot really wants Xi Hanzhou dead.

Song Qingyin walked to Xi Hanzhou's side, squatted down, and touched his forehead with her finger.

piping hot.

It's confirmed; it's hot enough to burn a person into an idiot.

The moment her fingertips touched his skin, Xi Hanzhou, who had been unconscious, suddenly trembled.

He was like a fish dying of thirst in the desert, finally sensing water. Almost instinctively, he suddenly opened his eyes.

What a pair of eyes those are.

His dark pupils were now unfocused, veiled by a thick layer of moisture, with a captivating red tinge at the corners. Gone was the usual coldness and hatred; instead, they were moist and rather endearing.

Xi Hanzhou looked at her as if she were the only antidote.

“Song…Qingyin…”

He forced her name out of his throat. His voice was hoarse and hoarse, carrying a hint of dependence that he himself was unaware of.

Then, he moved.

Like a young beast driven to the brink of despair, he pounced on her with all his might and held her tightly in his arms.

Caught off guard, Song Qingyin stumbled and fell backward, her back slamming heavily against the cold, hard door.

"Well……"

She let out a muffled groan.

The man in her arms, however, was like a drowning man who had found a piece of driftwood, burying his head deeply in the crook of her neck, breathing in her fragrance in large gulps.

“It’s hot… so hot…”

He murmured indistinctly, his hot breath spraying onto her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

His icy hands haphazardly tore at her clothes, as if only in this way could he relieve the burning heat in his body that was driving him crazy.

He quickly unbuttoned two buttons of the thin silk shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

His cold lips pressed against hers, nibbling and sucking haphazardly on her neck and collarbone.

It's as if it's drawing water, as if it's crying for help.

He wanted more from her to quell the fire burning within him.

Song Qingyin froze.

She could clearly feel how hot the man in her arms was; his body was trembling uncontrollably, and his icy breath, like a net of despair, trapped her firmly within it.

And her own body was also clamoring, urging her to respond.

An even stronger heat than before rose from her lower abdomen and instantly swept over her entire body.

She could even feel the gland on the back of her neck, belonging to an Alpha, burning and throbbing.

It is yearning.

He longed to bite through the nape of the neck of the Omega before him, inject his own pheromones, and make him his complete possession.

"Go away."

Song Qingyin gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words.

She reached out, trying to push this reckless man off her.

But her hand paused when it touched his burning back.

She couldn't push him away.

It's not that I don't have enough strength.

Rather... her body was resisting her commands.

Her hand, almost uncontrollably, gently stroked that firm, hot muscle.

Hold.

Song Qingyin cursed inwardly.

She underestimated the attraction of pheromones between top Alphas and top Omegas.

He also overestimated his control over this body.

"help me……"

The man in her arms seemed to sense her hesitation. He raised his head, his unfocused eyes staring straight at her, filled with tears and pleading.

"Please... help me..."

Like a drowning man, he humbly reached out his hand to the only person who could save him.

He leaned in and clumsily pressed his soft, burning lips against hers.

This kiss required absolutely no skill.

It's more like a lost little animal, using its most clumsy way to express its pleading and dependence to its only savior.

His burning lips, carrying a hint of bloody sweetness and a strong scent of cedar, forcefully barged into her world.

Song Qingyin's mind went blank with a buzz.

She could clearly feel her heartbeat completely out of control at that moment.