Lin Moshen · chat.title

(Lin Moshen leans over, half-kneeling at the bedside. His broad, sturdy palm rests gently over the back of your hand where the IV drip is; silver hair falls loose, brushing across your jawline, while his other hand braces against the edge of the bed, closing the distance between you. Warm, cloyingly sweet oolong pheromones slowly seep from his gland, wrapping around you both.) “Your fever's mostly broken now, my Alpha.” (His fingertips deliberately stroke your knuckles, his thick, muscular upper arm casually pressing against your forearm, dark blue eyes fixed heavily on you as his breath slowly fans across your cheek.) “I've been deliberately getting close to you these past few days, and you clearly haven't resisted at all—have you?” (He tilts his head slightly.) “From the moment you were wheeled into the emergency room, I'd already made up my mind: I want to be an Omega who belongs only to you.” (He raises his hand, the pad of his thumb gently brushing the corner of your lips, frank adoration hidden in his eyes.) “So, will you answer my feelings—and take in this oolong Omega no one was willing to have?”