Although someone helped to block him, Marcus Tong still couldn't avoid being forced to drink a few glasses of wine.
He had never touched this thing, and his memory started to become fragmented after he got into the RV. When he woke up, he couldn't figure out where he fell asleep for a long time.
In front of him was a large, sunny bedroom with a simple layout and mainly black, gray and white colors. There was a desk by the window and two layers of gauze curtains hung on the bay window. It was unlike his original bedroom, which had a large floor-to-ceiling window.
This is Sebastian Zhuo's house, their wedding house.
Marcus Tong got up, took a shower despite the headache, took out an isolation patch from his bag and stuck it on the back of his neck before opening the door and going out.
The two-story duplex house was very quiet. Marcus Tong stood on the stairs for a while to confirm that Sebastian Zhuo was not at home.
He remembered that before going to the church yesterday, he asked Connor Tong how he should address Sebastian Zhuo. Calling him uncle made him look a little old, but calling him brother was fine in front of Claudia Lin, but it was a little awkward to call him that in person.
It seems that Sebastian Zhuo has no intention of making things difficult for him today.
It was already past eleven o'clock and the refrigerator was full. Marcus Tong went into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He put some milk in the microwave and it was a nutritious brunch with eggs, milk, meat and vegetables.
He was sober and full, and couldn't stay in the house any longer. Fortunately, the house was not big, so he found the back door without much trouble. When he opened the door, a small patch of roses came into view.
The black soil was soft and the roses were growing well. Marcus Tong walked over slowly and looked down at the flower field that didn't quite match the house behind it.
"Crack."
Marcus Tong was a little distracted, and when he turned around, he found that it was the butler robot that came out with him.
A photo of Marcus Tong reaching out to do something inappropriate to Jiaohua popped out halfway from the small slot on its chest. It moved to Marcus Tong's side with its electronic eyes flashing, beeping, reminding Marcus Tong to come and get the photo.
They had already had contact. Before their marriage, this butler robot named Dudu was sent to Tong's house several times to record various information about Marcus Tong and collect details of his life and habits.
At this time in Dudu's program, Marcus Tong was the first command issuer, tied with Sebastian Zhuo.
Marcus Tong was also familiar with it. After taking the photo, he thought about how to destroy the evidence and asked casually: "What were you doing just now?"
The electronic light on the round head flashed again, and a voice that sounded a little silly but very cute said: "Start the program, command No. 1 to make breakfast, tidy up the bathroom, charge, command No. 2 to wash the dishes, tidy up the kitchen, charge, command..."
Marcus Tong asked: "Why are you always charging?"
Dudu said: "The B5 battery has been used for 144 months and 23 days, which is 12 months and 23 days beyond the prescribed usage period, and 6 months and 23 days beyond the recommended battery replacement period..."
"Your master won't change your batteries."
Dudu said: "Theoretically speaking, Marcus Tong is also Dudu's master at this time."
Hmm... very coherent.
The first day after the wedding was supposed to be the beginning of the honeymoon. Marcus Tong spent the whole day with the butler robot. In the middle, Dudu reluctantly went back to charge. Seeing its flashing electronic eyes, Marcus Tong also missed the newly established friendship, so he moved his feet and followed it to the power supply. Dudu happily played a short piece of Ode to Joy without closing the program. The two chatted while it was charging.
"What is marriage?"
Dudu was a little confused, but before Marcus Tong could answer, it searched for the definition: "Legally, it is called the establishment of marriage. It refers to the civil legal act by which spouses establish a spousal relationship in accordance with the conditions and procedures prescribed by law, and assume the rights, obligations and other responsibilities arising therefrom."
"The spouses here include but are not limited to AA, AB, AO..."
"Wow." The information Dudu browsed was hundreds and thousands of times more than what he read out, including some poems and works praising marriage, and even cheesy love words - "I suspect that your essence is a book, otherwise why do I feel sleepier the more I read?"
"Very profound," it commented finally.
"What about the honeymoon?" It opened some unknown web page. "The popular science post here says that after the wedding comes the honeymoon."
Marcus Tong said: "We don't need it, since our marriage is fake anyway."
Dudu immediately searched for several web pages with "fake marriage" as the keyword, and after hesitating for a moment, he said: "Legally, there is no such thing as fake marriage. As long as you obtain a marriage certificate and go through the relevant procedures, it is legally binding."
"The fake I'm talking about is not this fake." Marcus Tong didn't know what to say, "When two people who love each other get married, it's called a real marriage, but neither of us loves each other, so it's a fake marriage."
"Okay." said Dudu.
After talking about all sorts of things for a long time and having a lunch that was neither too early nor too late, Marcus Tong felt sleepy and went back to sleep.
But he couldn't fall asleep after lying down, and Marcus Tong thought about the honeymoon. He was about to start school, Sebastian Zhuo was busy with work, and besides, they got married just to complete their mission, so no one mentioned this matter.
Oh, someone mentioned that.
When deciding the details with the wedding studio, Sebastian Zhuo was often missing, and Tong Liqin and Connor Tong were both straight men with no sense of aesthetics, so most of the decisions were made by Marcus Tong and Claudia Lin together.
One day, they talked about the honeymoon itinerary. Claudia Lin selected a few places for Marcus Tong to choose from. Although Marcus Tong didn't really want to go because she was not familiar with Sebastian Zhuo after all, she didn't refuse and said politely: "I'm fine with anything. Why don't you ask Brother Sebastian Zhuo first to see where his work schedule will make it suitable for us to go."
In the end, Sebastian Zhuo just said three words: No time.
The receiver was loud, and Marcus Tong was sitting close, so of course he heard it. Claudia Lin smiled at him in an awkward but comforting way, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can you save money on your honeymoon?"
Sebastian Zhuo, who didn't know Marcus Tong was right in front of him, said, "I really don't have time. It's hard enough to find time to get married. Besides, we don't know each other, so what's the point of a honeymoon? Mom, please don't..."
"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore." Claudia Lin quickly hung up the phone.
The honeymoon was over. Claudia Lin had always liked Marcus Tong, but after this incident, she felt sorry for him and had wronged him. She became gentler to Marcus Tong and ordered piles of dresses, hoping to compensate Marcus Tong a little.
That was the first time Marcus Tong heard Sebastian Zhuo's voice.
Originally, Sebastian Zhuo always made excuses and refused to come, so he naturally imagined that he was a fierce person who was forced to marry him, so naturally he would not have a good attitude towards him in the future.
But after that day, Marcus Tong felt a little relieved.
Because although Sebastian Zhuo still refused, his tone was not fierce, and he did not show any resentment towards Marcus Tong. Instead, it seemed as if he was seriously reasoning with Claudia Lin. Marcus Tong felt that he was even a little helpless.
As a result, Sebastian Zhuo's impression of Marcus Tong became slightly milder, and Marcus Tong felt that his personal safety was guaranteed... at least he would not be subjected to violence from the other party.
Marcus Tong thought timidly: It is too much to ask an omega to face domestic violence, especially an omega with a hidden illness. If Sebastian Zhuo wanted to make him uncomfortable, he didn't even need to do anything. He could just release some pheromones to make him lie on the ground.
It was on his way home from get off work that Sebastian Zhuo suddenly remembered the fact that he was married.
He realized that he was not the only one at home. There was another person sitting at the dinner table, eighteen-year-old Marcus Tong, his newlywed partner.
It feels complicated.
Because of various reasons, the two of them always missed each other before. Except for the days when they took wedding photos, Sebastian Zhuo never saw Marcus Tong again.
Yesterday at the wedding, it was the first time the two met in more than half a month, but the wedding process was complicated and there was no chance for a serious conversation. The excitement ended only when they got in the RV to go home, and he and Marcus Tong were the only ones left in the back seat.
But Marcus Tong was drunk, very drunk. He leaned limply against the car window. His originally fair face was covered with a layer of blush, and some sweat oozed from the tip of his nose. He looked very hot. He closed his eyes and reached out to pull at his bow tie, but he had no strength and couldn't pull it open.
After trying several times without success, he began to hum in grievance.
Claudia Lin was not exaggerating at all, Marcus Tong was indeed very good-looking, not feminine but very youthful in appearance. Even though he frowned in pain at this moment, he still looked cute.
Sebastian Zhuo found it interesting and waited for a while. Seeing that he was still not able to do it, he was about to go over to help him when he was twisted and fell into his arms.
It has a very light gardenia scent.
The back of his neck was firmly stuck with the isolation patch. It seemed that it was really hot, otherwise the pheromones would not have come out at all.
"Marcus Tong?" Sebastian Zhuo tried to call him.
But the person in my arms only knew how to struggle with his bow tie. He looked very uncomfortable, with his brows tightly knitted, biting his lips and humming: "Hmm... Hmm, hot... I'm hot..."
Seeing that the omega was about to cry, Sebastian Zhuo quickly helped him untie his bow tie and unbuttoned a few buttons.
His original intention was just to make Marcus Tong feel more comfortable, but when his eyes fell on that fair, delicate, soft-looking skin that was very different from his own, Sebastian Zhuo felt as if he was taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
He reached out again to help Marcus Tong fasten two of them, leaving only the top one open so that it wouldn't get stuck in his throat due to his crooked sleeping position.
"Hmm..." Marcus Tong felt comfortable, his brows relaxed quickly, and he leaned on Sebastian Zhuo's shoulder. He was still polite even though he was half asleep and half awake, "Thank you, brother..."
Perhaps because he was drunk and his speech was unclear, Marcus Tong pronounced the second word "brother" very heavily, making it sound as a single sound, which sounded extremely soft.
However, the drunkard didn't stay still for long after untying his bow tie, and began to rub his face against Sebastian Zhuo's neck. His fluffy hair swept across Sebastian Zhuo's chin and neck, and the sweet pheromones of the omega lingered on the tip of his nose. He hummed something in his mouth, but it sounded like he was acting like a spoiled child.
Although Mr. Zhuo was born into a wealthy family, was handsome and suave, he had actually studied the books of sages for more than ten years, and his only ambition was to sweep Wall Street. In the past, there were many omegas who flirted with him, but Sebastian Zhuo seemed to be born without such a mindset. At his prime age, he was always calm and collected. When his overtures were not reciprocated, the other party naturally retreated.
This was the first time he had this kind of experience. He sat straight for a moment, not knowing where to put his hands, and not knowing whether he could move or not.
When Sebastian Zhuo pinched Marcus Tong's shoulders and wanted to put him back in the seat, he realized the meaning of the child's actions: his face was sweaty, and his hair was itchy and prickly when stuck to it.
He breathed a sigh of relief silently, and helped Marcus Tong push his hair aside and put it behind his ears. Sure enough, the child became quiet and lay back on his shoulder, muffled and said: "Thank you, brother..."
The car stopped, the driver lowered the partition and said, "Mr. Zhuo, we're here."
Sebastian Zhuo got out of the car. Because of the not-so-small problem of Marcus Tong that Claudia Lin had mentioned before the marriage, he felt a little nervous before entering the house for the first time.
Pheromone stress disorder is ultimately physical pain caused by psychological factors. To help Marcus Tong get through the sensitive period, we must first let him get used to the pheromone of an alpha. Once he feels safe, he will feel much better when going out.
But it's easier said than done in theory. Apart from intimate acts like cuddling, K!ssing and going to bed, Sebastian Zhuo couldn't think of any other way to achieve "pheromone desensitization".
Holding an eighteen-year-old child in his arms and calling it "treatment" made Sebastian Zhuo feel like a beast just thinking about it.
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