TPM Chapter 5

The Little Young Master’s expression was a bit complicated. It was clear that his archenemy was showing strong condemnation towards that scummy alpha.

“Well, you know, sometimes he could be pretty nice too,” the Little Young Master mumbled, watching the certain alpha who was busying himself taking care of him. He thought for a moment and then softly explained.

The archenemy paused in his actions, not saying a word for a long time, silently continuing to tidy up.

“What’s wrong?” The Little Young Master was puzzled. It had taken him some effort to say something nice, and now this?

“Nothing,” the archenemy replied.

If it weren’t for the clattering of dishes as he cleaned up, the Little Young Master might have believed him.

The archenemy had been full of things he wanted to say.

He had meant it when he said he would take good care of the Little Young Master. Because once an Omega is permanently marked by an alpha, they start to reject the pheromones of other alphas, and the soothing effects diminish greatly.

In this situation, to use another alpha’s pheromones, not only do the two need to have a high compatibility, but the alpha’s pheromone concentration must also be high enough.

So when he learned of his high compatibility with the Little Young Master, he almost immediately chose to undergo pheromone extraction. The needle piercing into his body to extract the pheromones was painful, but at that moment, the archenemy was genuinely happy.

The Little Young Master wouldn’t have to spend sleepless nights in discomfort anymore, right? The archenemy thought at the time.

He thought about a lot of things—how to take care of the Little Young Master, what to pay attention to in the future, how to properly use the pheromone extract…

But the Little Young Master’s words were like a bucket of cold water thrown over him.

What did he mean by “pretty nice”?

That was considered “pretty nice”?

The archenemy turned his back, his voice muffled, like a dog that was just about to wag its tail but then found out its owner had another puppy. He felt a bit hurt but still wanted to prove himself: “I’ll take good care of you.”

He repeated his earlier words, turning to look the Little Young Master in the eye: “Definitely better than that guy.”

The Little Young Master was stunned for two seconds, then turned his head to avoid the archenemy’s gaze.

“Oh,” the Little Young Master replied, not even realizing the slight curve of his lips, “Got it.”

The Little Young Master felt even more conflicted.

This feeling of doubt lingered throughout the evening. The Little Young Master lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The discomfort returned, and he gripped the small glass bottle in his hand. The cold glass had warmed from his touch.

He turned over, unable to fall asleep.

They had spent last night at the hospital, and after a full day of tests, the two had returned home in the evening.

The Little Young Master looked up to see someone standing at his bedroom door, hugging a pillow.

It felt like déjà vu—his archenemy stood there, holding a screw in one hand and—

Oh, this time, it wasn’t a wooden board. It was a bed leg from the guest room bed.

The Little Young Master: ??

The sight was so familiar that it made the Little Young Master want to punch him.

The alpha held the wooden piece, looking a bit helpless, though he was sneakily glancing at the Little Young Master’s expression. His voice was pitiful as he explained, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I was just trying to fix it myself—”

“Don’t tell me you were ‘fixing it yourself’ again!”

Who was he kidding?

The alpha’s mouth, full of lies.

“Get in here!” The Little Young Master barked.

He definitely wasn’t craving the archenemy’s pheromones. He just… didn’t want the sofa in his house to end up prematurely retired!

The Little Young Master pulled out two pillows from the closet, placing them vertically in the middle of the bed.

“See this line? You and I—” He pointed at himself and then at the alpha: “Stay on your side of the bed!”

“Got it!” The archenemy nodded vigorously, looking as obedient as could be.

“I sleep very still,” the archenemy promised.

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