Omega Boyfriend Care Guide [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Translated) -Paused-

Andante

On that night, Luan He couldn't sleep. He turned the air conditioning to 30 degrees and filled the bathtub with hot water, immersing himself in it. Warm water flowed out of the bathtub, filling the bathroom with suffocating steam. He opened his eyes underwater, and the whole world became distorted and unreal with the fluctuating water surface.

Tiny bubbles rose from his mouth and nose, and time passed by minute by minute as he remained motionless.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when Luan He finally emerged from the water with a splash. His arm rested on the edge of the bathtub, and his prominent collarbone protruded as he gasped for breath. Wet hair stuck to the side of his face, making him look as pale as a water ghost.

"It's still not working." Luan He pinched his forehead with a headache. The humid air was increasingly filled with the scent of roses. Since coming to this world, his pheromones had been imbalanced. Without the ABO gender, it also meant there were no suppressants specifically for Omega's heat cycle. His heat cycle became disrupted, and he had to endure each time.

Today was just a warning. He knew his heat cycle was approaching. Unlike typical Omegas, Luan He's body was cold all year round, and during his heat, his body temperature would rise, but he wouldn't feel hot. Instead, he would feel even colder than usual. So, when he came to this ordinary world, people around him thought he was just physically weak, frequently catching colds and fevers, frequently taking leave.

However, he had just gone through a heat cycle a month ago. Why was it happening so soon?

Luan He stood up from the water and hurriedly walked towards the bedroom, not bothering to dry himself. His eyes were filled with gloom, and as he lifted the sheets and pillows, a deep blue scarf floated down. It was her belonging.

Luan He grabbed it as if he had caught a wisp of a ghost, a fleeting image. The sorrow in his eyes was so heavy that it couldn't be dispersed, but his breathing became more rapid with the intensifying scent of roses.

Thinking of her, every moment of longing was bone-chilling, as if it could hollow him out. Suddenly, he held the ends of the scarf to his mouth and nose, his chest trembling violently, and he tilted his head back to take a deep, heavy breath.

The flickering shadows of the lamp made him feel suffocated and dizzy. He kissed the silk scarf, imagining the lips of his lover.

What does it feel like? Luan He couldn't imagine. In his previous world, he had never even received a kiss.

Finally, he collapsed onto the bed, wrapping himself up in the blanket.

. . .

Due to working late into the night, Jiang Shiheng slept until noon the next day. Her phone's incessant vibrations startled her awake. In a daze, she sat up and grabbed her phone, only to see a series of frantic calls from her mother.

The latest message read: "If you don't go on a blind date today, we will sever our mother-daughter relationship."

Jiang Shiheng really wanted to throw her phone against the wall, but fortunately, reason overcame her morning grumpiness. She rubbed her face and replied with a simple "Oh."

The blind date was scheduled for three o'clock in the afternoon. Jiang Shiheng changed into a sporty short skirt and tied her hair up in a high bun. She gestured in front of the mirror for a while, and finally hung a small Miffy rabbit on her bag.

The reason for this outfit was because her mother had told her that the other person was a successful media CEO in his early thirties, someone who was calm, reliable, and liked girls who were knowledgeable, mature, and elegant. Jiang's mother even specifically reminded her to dress conservatively, like a virtuous wife.