章 175: How About A Song?

Mu Yuze's pupils trembled. It was as if someone had driven a sharp dagger through his heart and twisted it viciously.

The pain was abrupt, searing and hot. It made him unable to breathe for a second. Without even thinking, he moved to wrap his arms around He Juan – no, in their current position it was more like he was draping himself over He Juan's back. But it was nearly the same. He really, really wanted to smother this silly man into a tight hug and become the glue that kept him together.

"Then, I won't," he tried to say in the firmest tone he could muster. "I won't use my pheromones so… don't worry, Gege."