Chapter 125: Not Suitable for You

The three said nothing, instead sizing up Lin Zhi Jing from head to toe.

At this moment Lin Zhi Jing had casually thrown on a loose black silk shirt over his body, covering the key parts, while his legs below were bare, his skin so white it was dazzling.

Moreover, his whole body exuded a scent that males found repulsive and rejected—a pheromone deliberately released when males mark their territory.

"How's An'an?" Bao Jing pressed his lips, wanting to push Lin Zhi Jing aside to go in and check on Ye Xi'an's condition.

But although Lin Zhi Jing looked thin, his level was genuinely high; Bao Jing couldn't push him away at all and nearly got flicked out by Lin Zhi Jing's arm.

Bao Jing instantly flared with anger—an unregistered outsider mating with his wife, and now he couldn't even see his wife's people: "Lin Zhi Jing, what do you mean!"

Lin Zhi Jing blocked the doorway like a wall, firmly obstructing the three's view into the house; his voice was somewhat cold as he warned everyone: "I'm still in the first stage of my heat."

"If you barge into my marked territory now, I'm not sure whether I'll go mad later and do something irreversible."

He swept a contemptuous glance over the three: "If we fought, even the three of you combined couldn't match one of my hands—especially you, Yi Yang."

He feared that even a single ripple of his supernatural energy could injure Yi Yang.

"What! What do you mean!" Yi Yang also dropped his pretentious act and angrily questioned Lin Zhi Jing.

"Alright." Ji Jiangci interrupted everyone, feeling that this group of male beastmen, usually aloof, would drop their IQ to three years old at the mention of Ye Xi'an, ready to argue at the drop of a hat.

He pinched his brow, seriously analyzing the issue with Lin Zhi Jing: "Even if you want to mate, you should consider your wife's body. Go buy some food first, let her eat her fill, then we'll talk."

"I already ordered takeout; it's from nearby, should arrive any moment."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang outside, but Lin Zhi Jing didn't dare leave the door, instead calling to Ji Jiangci: "The food's here—could you bring it in for me?"

Ji Jiangci gave Lin Zhi Jing a deep look, turned and walked to the main door; through the peephole he saw a male in a yellow suit, dressed rather schemingly—indeed the delivery person.

Ji Jiangci opened the door; the male hadn't even reacted before the takeout in his hand was snatched away, and the heavy door slammed shut again.

Seeing only two portions of food in his hand, Ji Jiangci questioned Lin Zhi Jing: "What about ours?"

"Oh, I forgot."

Lin Zhi Jing assured he genuinely forgot, with no intention of teasing them: "I'll order for you now."

Ji Jiangci's warm eyes narrowed, his distinct-knuckled hand clenched into a fist; this feeling of relying on another male was truly awful.

If he had a black card, that would be great—it's what he's sought all his life.

A black card is, in each family, a black payment card issued by a female to express her absolute adoration for a certain male, abbreviated as black card.

The black card is linked to the female's account; she can deposit a certain amount, allowing the male to use the black card to buy whatever he wants even without her consent.

If he had a black card, he wouldn't need to come find Lin Zhi Jing.

"Ordered." Lin Zhi Jing took the takeout from Ji Jiangci's hand, said thanks, and was about to close the door.

A large hand blocked the door—it was Ji Jiangci.

His warm, water-like gaze fell on Lin Zhi Jing, turning thousands of words into a single admonition: "Be careful."

Lin Zhi Jing smiled brightly: "Don't worry."

Afterwards, the door was closed in front of Ji Jiangci.

Lin Zhi Jing took a bowl of milk and fed it to Ye Xi'an's lips; after drinking, she finally had some strength.

She had heard Ji Jiangci's words just now; leaning on the soft pillow, she said seriously: "If you want to join my family, you should be polite to them."

She didn't want her newly acquired person to cause unhappiness in the household.

Lin Zhi Jing's sharp eyes flashed; he shook the hand holding the milk twice, gave a dull nod: "Understood."

"Besides, I don't want to mate with you, you"—Ye Xi'an's forthcoming words were somewhat embarrassing, so she decided to rephrase, coughing and saying unnaturally: "Why don't you go buy that thing?"

On Diqiu they have that thing; with so many males here, there should be some too.

Now Lin Zhi Jing completely couldn't hold onto the milk; the disposable plastic bowl crashed heavily to the floor, splashing the milky white liquid everywhere.

He looked at Ye Xi'an bewildered, asking in confusion: "Why? Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Although he had entered the beast period, he hadn't harmed Ye Xi'an—why did she interrupt his courtship?

"No discomfort." A pair of pink clouds floated on Ye Xi'an's fair face; actually she was overly pleased, finding it hard to bear, she stammered and casually gave two excuses: "It's just that you've gone on too long—I don't like doing it for so long."

"But the heat period is that long anyway."

Ye Xi'an acted spoiled: "I don't care; anyway, for the remaining time you can handle it yourself."

Lin Zhi Jing looked at Ye Xi'an, deciding to change his approach to retain her; he suddenly lunged forward, his strong arm bracing against her side, his knee parting her legs as he knelt before her.

Due to his movement, the black shirt hung half off his chest, revealing an increasingly delicate collarbone beneath and faintly visible pectoral muscles.

His inwardly hooked, outwardly lifted phoenix eyes deliberately showed a seductive expression; his pale pink lips were bitten crimson, and he kept drawing his handsome face closer to Ye Xi'an.

Ye Xi'an was forced to retreat backward until she hit the headboard, then she suddenly said: "Lin Zhi Jing."

Lin Zhi Jing gave an ambiguous hum: "What."

"You don't suit this style; it's like Zhang Han trying to seduce me."

Lin Zhi Jing's seductive expression froze, revealing a hint of confusion, his head tilting slightly to one side like a silly goose: "Who's Zhang Han?"

"Pfft." Seeing the usually aloof Lin Zhi Jing display such a dumb-cute expression, Ye Xi'an really laughed, looping her arms around his neck: "You're actually kind of cute like this."

Being called cute, Lin Zhi Jing didn't mind, gently rubbing his nose tip against her chin: "Then can you continue mating with cute me?"

"Then go slow."

Six days later, relying on Lin Zhi Jing's occasional takeout orders, the whole family safely passed through his heat period; moreover, except for the attic and Lin Zhi Jing's room, everything else had already been designed on the Light Brain, awaiting the two to finish their heat, after which the remaining work could be done and the renovation center could take over.

Lin Zhi Jing emerged from Ye Xi'an's space, still holding a basin of water, to tenderly clean her body.