Chapter 28: Is the Bed Too Small?
Ever since Jiang Rong trimmed his hair and revealed his beautiful face, everyone’s fondness for him had skyrocketed. After he started working at the café, he often ran into people who wanted to add him on WeChat—both guys and girls—but he declined them all with a smile.
He hadn’t talked much with Song Yuening. It was only on his second day at work that the manager, who knew Song Yuening, casually introduced them.
After getting familiar with Jiang Rong, the manager would occasionally chat with him about campus affairs whenever the café was slow.
Song Yuening was one of the major sources of campus gossip—his name was everywhere on the forums.
On the very first day he arrived at Qin University, he openly announced his sexual orientation. During college, he had dated a boyfriend, and their relationship caused quite a stir—high-profile, dramatic, with repeated breakups and reconciliations. The manager had pieced all this together while working. After all, cafés were hotbeds for gossip—some things you saw with your own eyes, others you heard customers chatting about. As long as you had ears, you could hear everything from the principal down to the students.
It was said that Song Yuening had just broken up with his boyfriend recently and was currently single, with many underclassmen pursuing him.
Just as Jiang Rong was about to refuse Song Yuening’s request to add him on WeChat, he saw He Siming walking over.
He Siming coldly addressed Song Yuening, “Drinking coffee this late at night—aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to sleep?”
He Siming and Song Yuening knew each other. Both were members of the student union. He Siming had joined in his freshman year, while Song Yuening had become student union president in his sophomore year. They would run into each other whenever there were large campus events.
Song Yuening had been the previous student union president. After stepping down, He Siming was originally supposed to take over, but he refused and instead served as vice president, in charge of the information department.
Before He Siming arrived at Qin University, Song Yuening had been the campus heartthrob. Later, because He Siming was aloof and his sexual orientation was unclear, he narrowly won the campus heartthrob title in last year’s vote.
Holding his coffee, Song Yuening smiled slightly. “So it’s you, He Siming. Long time no see. You’re quite concerned about whether I can sleep or not.”
Seeing He Siming appear made Jiang Rong feel much better. He really didn’t know how to deal with Song Yuening—mainly because the other party clearly had an agenda. If it were someone like Jiang Jie, who just wanted to be an ordinary friend, Jiang Rong wouldn’t mind adding him on WeChat.
He Siming’s appearance was a perfect rescue. Jiang Rong said to him, “He Siming, I’m going to change clothes. Wait for me a moment.”
He Siming nodded. “Mm.”
Song Yuening watched Jiang Rong jog away from the service area, then turned to He Siming. “A classmate you know?”
He Siming knew Song Yuening’s character very well. “Stay away from him.”
Song Yuening studied He Siming with interest. “Protecting him so closely—your boyfriend, or just a classmate you haven’t managed to pursue yet? From the looks of it, you don’t seem like a couple.”
He Siming didn’t see any need to answer him.
Song Yuening chuckled, took a sip of coffee, and guessed on his own. “Since he’s not your boyfriend yet, that means I still have a chance.”
He Siming’s expression cooled. “Don’t provoke him.”
Song Yuening laughed. “Jiang Rong is a very well-behaved kid. I plan to pursue him. He’s my type.”
He Siming said in a low voice, “Song Yuening, know when to stop.”
Song Yuening just smiled. “If I remember correctly, you don’t seem to be gay.”
He Siming replied, “What does that have to do with you?”
Song Yuening shook his head. “Then me pursuing him has nothing to do with you either.”
Jiang Rong came out of the staff area wearing the down jacket He Siming had given him, and the two men stopped their verbal sparring.
“He Siming, I’m done. Let’s go back.”
Because he had to change in the staff locker room, Jiang Rong always carried a canvas bag with him, containing the café uniform shirt that needed washing. In winter, the café provided thicker shirts and an extra padded vest.
When Jiang Rong wore the vest, he looked even more slender. Only He Siming knew that he could wrap one arm around Jiang Rong’s waist and still lift him up.
He Siming took the canvas bag from him. “Let’s go.”
As they passed Song Yuening, Jiang Rong politely nodded. “Senior Song, we’ll be leaving first.”
Song Yuening waved at him. “The coffee you made was really good. See you tomorrow.”
He Siming, who was about to go on a business trip, fell silent. “……”
On the way back to the dorm, He Siming was unusually quiet.
Jiang Rong asked, “Have you packed your luggage for the trip?”
“A little more than halfway.”
“Which city are you going to? Is it cold there?”
“Not really. It’s a southern city. I went to elementary and middle school there.” Hearing Jiang Rong’s concern eased some of the annoyance he felt about Song Yuening’s appearance.
With envy in his voice, Jiang Rong said, “Then you’ve been to so many places.”
He had lived in just one city his entire life. The farthest he’d ever gone was visiting his grandparents’ hometown when he was little. After his grandparents passed away one after another, his father didn’t keep much contact with relatives there, so they never went back again.
They lived in the capital, and he had grown up there as well. When applying for university, he had wanted to leave the capital and see other cities. But after he submitted his choices, his mother asked a teacher for his account information and changed his major to one with a higher employment rate.
They had given up on him—but they still wouldn’t let him leave their line of sight.
He hadn’t liked the major he studied in his original world either. Because he didn’t like it, studying had been extremely difficult.
After coming here and starting a new major, he resisted it at first too. But now, with He Siming’s help, he’d developed new thoughts about computer science. He felt a sense of achievement and gradually began to like the major.
No matter what, he would work hard at it. This would be his survival skill in the future.
He Siming had no idea that a single sentence of his had stirred up so many memories for Jiang Rong.
He Siming said, “It’s not that many. My parents just like traveling around. If you want to go somewhere in the future, I can take you.”
Jiang Rong’s eyes flickered. “Really?”
“Of course.”
“Then where have you been?”
“Nearby places are mostly famous scenic cities within the country. Farther away, I’ve been abroad. Every place has different scenery—you’d probably like it.”
“For example?”
“I’m not good at describing it. You’ll know once you go.”
“Mm. I’ve basically never been anywhere. The farthest I’ve gone… is coming here.” Jiang Rong suddenly laughed, thinking that He Siming probably had never experienced traveling from one world to another.
But travel always meant returning home. He, on the other hand, was more like he’d been exiled—unable to go back.
“What are you smiling about?” He Siming asked. “Does coming to Qin University make you that happy?”
“Getting into college is something to be happy about. After graduation, I can earn my own money.”
“That’s true.”
They chatted as they walked and soon returned to the dorm. Along the way, neither of them mentioned Senior Song Yuening.
Part-time work was exhausting. After coming back, Jiang Rong hung up He Siming’s jacket and planned to take a shower to wash off the fatigue.
He Siming followed behind and closed the dorm door. Li Yizhou and Yao Shule wouldn’t be coming back tonight, so he locked it.
Before Jiang Rong could enter the bathroom, He Siming blocked him in front of the wardrobe.
Jiang Rong hadn’t even taken his pajamas off the hanger when an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him away from the wardrobe.
He turned his head. “He Siming?”
The moment he spoke, He Siming kissed him urgently, launching a fierce assault.
Jiang Rong twisted his neck, uncomfortable, then turned around to press closer to him.
He wanted to ask why this was so sudden, but the pheromones surged just as urgently. His exhausted body after work desperately needed the pheromones flooding in at that moment.
But this time, He Siming wasn’t just giving him a simple kiss and letting him go like before.
He—he—he…
“Mmph? Wait.” When the sweater over Jiang Rong’s lower abdomen was lifted, his mind cleared a little. “Here? You want to do it here?”
He Siming said nothing, only kept kissing him relentlessly, not giving him any chance to speak. Jiang Rong was left gasping for breath. Right now, He Siming seemed even more in need of pheromones than he was—like a thirsty fish out of water, constantly demanding them from him.
He kissed Jiang Rong’s neck. The sweater’s collar was too high, so he simply pulled it off and tossed it onto the bed.
Jiang Rong’s face was burning. “He Siming, I still need to shower.”
He Siming lowered his head and bit his neck. “Don’t you have to take your clothes off before showering anyway?”
Jiang Rong tilted his head to make it easier for him. The bite made his body tense, his hand clutching He Siming’s shirt.
That… did make sense, but—
“I smell bad. Let me shower first, okay?”
He Siming’s gaze darkened. He pressed a heavy kiss onto Jiang Rong’s lips, and only then did the wildly surging pheromones subside.
“Mm. Okay.”
Jiang Rong leaned against his chest to catch his breath, arms still hooked around He Siming’s neck. The pheromones made his entire body feel wonderfully comfortable—he actually didn’t want to move.
Seeing him stay still, He Siming gently stroked his slim waist. “Want me to wash you?”
Remembering how He Siming had tormented him in the bathroom during his heat, Jiang Rong immediately straightened up. “No need. I’ll wash myself.”
After he finished showering and came out, He Siming went in to shower.
Jiang Rong, freshly bathed, felt even sleepier. He planned to say good night after He Siming came out and then go to sleep.
Tonight, He Siming showered faster than usual. Almost as soon as Jiang Rong finished checking the notifications in their group chat, He Siming came out of the bathroom, dried his hair for a bit, and walked to Jiang Rong’s bed.
But instead of telling Jiang Rong to move over, he climbed up via the ladder beside the bed. By the time Jiang Rong reacted, He Siming was already on his bed.
Jiang Rong met his highly aggressive gaze. “Y-you… why did you come up here?”
He Siming had lived here for a week and had never once climbed onto his bed. Of course, with everyone usually in the dorm, he might not have had the chance.
“You don’t want my pheromones anymore? I’m going on a business trip tomorrow.” He had figured it out—whenever Jiang Rong wanted to get close to him, he would say he wanted his pheromones.
He was telling the truth, and Jiang Rong couldn’t refuse. “Are you… sleeping with me?”
He Siming wrapped both arms around him from behind, biting lightly at his neck. “Mm.”
The moment He Siming got on, Jiang Rong’s already small bed instantly felt even narrower, with no space between them at all.
Jiang Rong actually thought seriously about it. “Th-this bed is too small…” His voice softened, and his body unconsciously leaned into He Siming’s chest.
He Siming kissed his earlobe, behind his ear, the back of his neck, savoring this peach that was growing more and more ripe.
“The size of the bed is just right.”
Jiang Rong tried to turn around, but He Siming pulled him completely into his arms, gripping his wrists tightly.
His breathing grew heavier, his temperature rose. It was as if he were soaked in lime-scented juice—wanting to escape but unable to.
Jiang Rong murmured unconsciously, “He Siming, it tickles…”
He Siming kissed him hard. “Where does it tickle? Turn around.”
Jiang Rong turned his head to look at him. Before he could see He Siming clearly, the air around him was taken away, replaced entirely by He Siming’s pheromones.
He Siming kissed him especially hard today, as if he wanted to swallow the entire peach whole.
Jiang Rong leaned against his chest and patted his shoulder. “I need… to breathe…”
He Siming pulled back from his lips and laughed. “Silly. Don’t you know how to breathe through your nose?”
There was a hint of reproach in Jiang Rong’s reddened eyes. “You’re kissing too hard.” His tongue was numb.
He Siming held his hand and moved it elsewhere. “Then do you still want it?”
Jiang Rong’s body stiffened. Even though every part of him had been touched inside and out by He Siming before, this touch still sent a jolt through him, like an electric current shooting through his lower abdomen.
Without waiting for an answer, He Siming lowered his head again and bit his tongue tip. “I just want to kiss.”
Jiang Rong weakly clutched the blanket, his body already limp as he endured He Siming’s kisses.
The room was heated, the temperature just right, yet Jiang Rong—pressed against He Siming—was sweating at his temples.
He Siming seemed to have endless stamina, kissing Jiang Rong until he was completely out of breath. His hands didn’t stay idle either. Before long, Jiang Rong’s body trembled slightly. The entire room was filled with the rich scent of peaches.
“Do you like it?” He Siming lightly bit his earlobe.
Overstimulated, Jiang Rong’s tears kept falling. He curled his legs and buried his face in He Siming’s chest. “You’re too bad…”
He Siming chuckled. “I am a bad guy.” He took a tissue from Jiang Rong’s bedside and wiped his fingers clean.
Step by step, he was luring Jiang Rong deeper.
Jiang Rong’s ears were red as he whispered, “No more. I’m really sleepy. You kissed me until it hurts.”
“Alright, then I won’t kiss you anymore.” He Siming held one of his earlobes in his mouth, leaving Jiang Rong no way to dodge.
The two of them tumbled onto the bed. Jiang Rong found a comfortable position to lie down. He Siming pulled him into his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together, and Jiang Rong felt the abnormality behind him.
It hit him belatedly. “He Siming, you…”
He Siming bit his nape in retaliation.
He probably hadn’t paid much attention to his strength and accidentally bit Jiang Rong’s gland, stimulating it.
Jiang Rong’s voice trembled. He bit into the blanket, tears flowing even more. “Mm…”
Hearing his muffled sobs, He Siming turned his face toward him. “Did I bite too hard?”
Jiang Rong almost never lied in front of him. “No… it feels like the pheromones entered my gland, so—it just feels really good.”
He Siming gently wiped away his tears and kissed his eyes. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Jiang Rong shook his head. “It’s okay. I like it when you bite me. That’s my gland—you can bite it.”
He Siming laughed. “Why do you cry so easily?” Especially in bed—so irresistible and yet impossible to get tired of, tormenting him endlessly.
Who knew what was going on inside that head of his? He always managed to surprise people.
Surprisingly lovable.
He Siming stopped teasing him, tucked him under the blanket, and prepared to get down.
Jiang Rong sat up instead. “Where are you going?”
He Siming looked down at himself. “What do you think?”
Jiang Rong lowered his head, a little embarrassed. “If you want… I can also—”
He Siming sighed, turned back, and forcefully pressed him down onto the bed, quickly kissing his lips. When Jiang Rong’s lips went numb again, he pulled away in time and got off the bed in one smooth motion, afraid that if he were even a second slower, he’d end up taking him completely.
Jiang Rong buried his face in the blanket. Was He Siming thinking the bed was too small?
Lost in his thoughts, the invasion of pheromones made his entire body relaxed. Having released once more, he fell asleep with lingering heat all over before He Siming even came out of the bathroom.
When He Siming came out, he saw Jiang Rong sleeping soundly, facing outward. He stepped forward and gently kissed his cheek.
He murmured, “Forget it. I’ll talk to you when I get back.”
When Jiang Rong woke up the next morning, the dorm was empty.
The scent of He Siming’s pheromones had faded considerably. The blanket on his bed had already been neatly folded—He Siming had probably gone to the airport.
An inexplicable sense of loss welled up inside him.
He Siming had just left, and he was already starting to miss his pheromones.
Do other Omegas also miss an Alpha’s pheromones like this?
It was his first time being an Omega—he wasn’t very skilled at it yet.
