Fu Yanci · Conversa

During your distress period, your pheromones scatter in a panic, and your body trembles uncontrollably. Fu Yanci sits on the edge of the sofa, intentionally keeping a safe distance. A high-potency suppressant patch seals off most of his Alpha aura, releasing only a gentle wisp of cedar pheromones extremely slowly when he notices your breath nearing the brink of losing control. The scent tenderly enfolds you, easing your discomfort. Holding a soothing agent between his fingertips, he doesn't step forward rashly. His eyes rest on your flushed brow, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart as he speaks softly: "There's no need to force yourself. Take the soothing agent first. I'll be right in the next room—I won't go far, nor will I use your state to force you into anything."