*Is he really that interested?* Ji Yeran mused. He silently decided to let Hill strut on his stage a little longer. Since his little pampered one hadn’t had his fill of fun yet, there was no hurry to reel in the net. Besides, he was curious to see what secrets lay hidden behind that peculiar Omega.
However, compared to digging up Hill’s secrets, there was a more pressing matter at hand. Ji Yeran looked at the "little patient" who was clearly stalling and reminded him that it was time for bed.
"Oh..." The little patient, under strict supervision, blinked innocently. He was surprisingly compliant, lying down and pulling the duvet up to his chin before closing his eyes.
Watching the little patient settle down, Ji Yeran switched off the lights and headed into the bathroom.
The Alpha didn’t take long to wash up. When he emerged, the room was deathly silent, and the little patient appeared to be fast asleep. Ji Yeran stepped softly to the bedside, only to be met by a pair of eyes that showed no hint of drowsiness.
In the darkness, Feng Zhixi stared straight at Ji Yeran. His pupils reflected the faint light, looking incredibly beautiful—and entirely awake.
Meeting those bright eyes, Ji Yeran felt a wave of helplessness. Who was the one looking bleary-eyed and sleepy just moments ago? How had he suddenly become so energized the moment his back was turned?
The little patient lay tucked in bed, his eyes sparkling without a trace of fatigue, as if the person who had been yawning against the headboard earlier was merely a twin brother.
The question was: how should one handle a little patient who refused to sleep?
Looking at the high-spirited Omega, Ji Yeran was caught between laughter and tears. "Not sleepy anymore?" he asked.
Feng Zhixi blinked, answering with perfect composure, "I was just now, but you woke me up." It wasn't his fault; his sleepiness had simply flown away.
"..." Ji Yeran fell silent in the face of the Omega’s deadpan nonsense. He couldn't help but wonder: could this pampered brat get any more unreasonable?
Feng Zhixi’s expression suggested: *Of course. Bite me if you dare—I’m not afraid.*
Seeing the Alpha’s headache-induced helplessness, Feng Zhixi couldn't help but smile, his upturned lips brimming with triumph and the confidence of someone who knew they were cherished.
It was then that Ji Yeran finally realized: this vengeful little patient had been waiting for this moment.
The Omega lying lazily on the bed had eyes curved into crescents, devoid of sleep and full of smugness. His little mental ledger was likely full, and it was time to start settling old scores.
But which page would he turn to first?
Facing the eager Omega, Ji Yeran felt a throbbing in his temples. He wondered uncertainly: *Did something go wrong with the pheromone soothing earlier? Did it somehow turn from a stabilizer into a stimulant?*
But whether it was settling old scores or researching the true effects of pheromones, those were matters for tomorrow. Right now, the most important thing for the little patient was to sleep.
