[Esports] Pheromones say we're a match made in heaven.

Back in his room, Chi Feifan felt a tightness in his chest.

He remembered that there was a rooftop terrace in Building B, which was empty and spacious.

Chi Feifan tossed his phone aside, grabbed a cigarette case and a lighter, and went upstairs.

Shanghai just issued a cold wave warning. The sun was shining brightly this morning, but in the blink of an eye, the sky outside turned gloomy.

Chi Feifan was only wearing a hoodie he had carefully chosen when he left home that morning. He stood on the edge of the terrace smoking as if he didn't feel the cold. He rested his elbows on the cold railing, with one foot on the bottom shelf. As he smoked, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, so he licked his lips.

Chi Feifan had scouted this place before when he had nothing else to do, but usually no one comes here.

So when the terrace door was pushed open, Chi Feifan's hand trembled, and sparks from his cigarette fell down.

Qin Yi was wearing his team uniform, the zipper half-open, and holding a candy wrapper in his hand. The pockets of his uniform were bulging, and it was unclear what was inside.

Chi Feifan stared at him for only a second before turning his face away: "What are you doing here if you have nothing to do?"

Qin Yi slowly leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Young Master, do you own this terrace? Can't I come here for some fresh air?"

"oh."

Chi Feifan glanced at the distance between the two of them and then moved to the side.

Such a big space, yet they have to squeeze everyone together.

I'm too lazy to comment.

Qin Yi leaned against the balcony railing, openly staring at Chi Feifan's profile: "Do you smell something unpleasant?"

Chi Feifan paused for a moment, his hand holding the cigarette between his fingers.

What does Qin Yi mean by this? Does he dislike the smell of smoke?

Chi Feifan felt inexplicably annoyed: "I was here first."

After saying that, he tightly closed his lips again, feeling incredibly stupid for speaking without thinking.

He actually said such childish things, like a primary school student marking out territory.

Qin Yi suppressed the urge to smile and leaned down leisurely: "I wasn't saying you smoke, I was saying you smell like oranges."

Orange flavor?

Chi Feifan's brain automatically locked onto Pei Shaoming's loading.

Chi Feifan grabbed his collar, stiffly lowered his head, and sniffed: "Why can't I smell anything?"

Qin Yi has single eyelids, which are slightly narrow. When he has a faint smile in his eyes, a shallow crease always appears at the corner of his eye, making him look indifferent to everyone.

Now, with his eyelids drooping, his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, making his gaze appear deeper and more profound.

The scent is on you, and you get used to it, so of course you can't smell it anymore.

But as soon as someone passes by, they will notice the orange scent on you.

Qin Yi didn't answer Chi Feifan directly, but instead changed the subject: "Were you bullied today?"

Chi Feifan glared at him, unable to hold back any longer: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Qin Yi: "Your eyes are red."

Chi Feifan turned his head away again: "The wind is too dry, it's windy today..." He paused, then added, "Besides, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow: "How can it not be a problem? What if it affects your second differentiation, wouldn't that also affect the progress of my treatment for you?"

Chi Feifan choked.

It seems to make sense.

The atmosphere remained tense for a while...

"Someone just acted like a jerk today, it's no big deal."

Aside from Cheng Yuan, Chi Feifan had never revealed anything about himself to anyone else. He somewhat awkwardly scratched his eyebrows with his thumb knuckles and lowered his gaze slightly.

Seeing that Chi Feifan really didn't want to say more, Qin Yi, being a good person, didn't force him.

Presumably, Chi Feifan isn't the type to keep things bottled up.

Qin Yi changed the subject and returned to the initial misunderstanding: "Although I don't dislike the smell of smoke, you really should smoke less, after all, it's bad for your health."

Chi Feifan finally lost his patience: "I'm saying you're meddling a bit too much..."

Before he could finish saying "了", Qin Yi found a very familiar cigarette box in his hand.

Chi Feifan was taken aback and reached into his pocket.

He had no idea when the person took it.

Qin Yi skillfully opened the cap and pulled out a stick: "I'll help you share the burden."

Chi Feifan scoffed, "So you smoke too? And you have the nerve to lecture others."

It all looks quite dignified and respectable.

"Yeah, I used to smoke when I was stressed, but I quit a long time ago." Qin Yi, with a cigarette in his mouth, tossed the cigarette pack back to Chi Feifan. "Can I borrow a light?"

Chi Feifan instinctively reached for his lighter, but Qin Yi turned his head and grabbed Chi Feifan's hand holding the cigarette. Using the cigarette-holding posture, Qin Yi lit the cigarette in Chi Feifan's mouth with the sparks from Chi Feifan's cigarette.

"Thanks." Qin Yi smiled and smiled.

Chi Feifan snapped out of his daze.

Qin Yi's face is truly captivating.

His features are just like his mother's; his eyebrows and eyes are naturally aloof and noble, handsome yet sharp, but the small mole under his lip adds a touch of glamour to his face.

Unfortunately, Qin Yi always liked to use that otherworldly face to say and do some annoying things.

"We're flying to Beijing tomorrow for the World Cup qualifiers. It'll be about a week from start to finish. If we play well, we'll stay an extra day to do some shopping. If we don't play well, we'll fly back overnight. Feel free to message me anytime if you need anything. I'll reply as long as I'm not playing."

Qin Yi was deliberately teasing people.

"Do you want to come with us? I'll ask Chen Yangyang later if I can put you in my suitcase."

Chi Feifan's worries had long been diverted by Qin Yi and disappeared.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the railing and scoffed, "Who wants to go with you?"

Qin Yi smiled, and seeing Chi Feifan's awkward expression, he couldn't help but push his luck a bit: "Alright, if you don't want to go, then you don't want to go. But there's one more thing. I'm leaving tomorrow, are you sure you don't need to get some treatment beforehand as a precaution? The next time we meet is a week from now."

Their current treatments are nothing more than holding hands, hugging, and releasing pheromones.

However, Qin Yi could tell that Chi Feifan was very thin-skinned. Many times, when he spoke, he wasn't really angry, but rather embarrassed and embarrassed.

So when Qin Yi made this joke, he didn't expect Chi Feifan to respond in any way.

Chi Feifan pondered for two seconds: "Then you stand still."

Perhaps it was Chi Feifan's hair color that was too eye-catching outdoors, because Qin Yi was momentarily distracted, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Chi Feifan moved a little closer, reached out and grabbed Qin Yi's team uniform, pulling him down a bit.

He kept his head down, his expression unreadable, and his voice was a little hoarse from being in the wind for so long: "Alright, that's enough. Give me some of your pheromones."

Qin Yi stood still, the fragrance of hyacinths filling the air as he lowered his eyes, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Chi Feifan's slender, fair nape.

His neck is so beautiful.

The smell of smoke in his nostrils dissipated, and Qin Yi, who was closer, could also smell a trace of Omega pheromones that had been silently emanating from Chi Feifan.

The taste of plum whiskey is somewhat sour and astringent, with a hint of bitterness, but upon closer tasting, you'll discover a touch of sweetness within, just like Chi Feifan himself—it requires careful exploration.

For the first time, Qin Yi had a greedy thought.

If Chi Feifan could release a little more, that would be great.

Unfortunately, Chi Feifan is not yet able to control himself.

The clearer the idea became in his mind, the more flamboyantly the hyacinths bloomed in the wind. Their rich and fragrant scent carried a bewitching power, gradually driving away the orange smell clinging to Chi Feifan's clothes.

Chi Feifan's hair was very soft, and the strands on the top of his head accidentally brushed against Qin Yi's chin.

Qin Yi thought to himself, "The wind is indeed a bit strong today."