When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Chapter 26

[If the two of you have got the balls, turn on the camera!]
[What are you sneakily eating? We want to take a look!]

[Is Captain Lu being forced to do fanservice again today? It's too obvious!]

[DG's higher-ups really don't need to do this. They use the same tricks every time they stream. You guys can't bully our Daddy Zhe just because he has a good temperament, y'know?]

[Something's not right. Am I the only one who feels like the script for their camaraderie is kinda gay? Other alphas aren't like this with each other, are they?]

......

Shen Qiao chose Kennen as his champion before cutting over to the stream to glance at the bullet comments. He crunched a piece of black chocolate between his teeth, but didn't give any other audible response. He acted like he hadn't seen the request to turn on his camera at all.

Lu Zhe stared at a fleck of chocolate that clung to the corner of Shen Qiao's lips. Shen Qiao didn't seem to notice its presence at all. Finally, after a long while, Lu Zhe couldn't resist any longer. He lifted a hand and roughly scrubbed it away with his thumb.

Shen Qiao froze, stunned by the force of that touch. He subconsciously glanced away from his monitor and looked towards Lu Zhe. Fire lashed out from his eyes, which plainly asked:

What're you doing now?

Lu Zhe sucked that nearly-melted piece of sweetness into his mouth. The tip of his tongue peeked out and swept over his lower lip, leaving behind a wet sheen that made his thin lips look a few shades redder.

That sort of action, paired with his natural siren-like charm and beauty, was exactly as seductive as he wanted it to be.

The one who'd set out to deliberately provoke a response from Shen Qiao put on a blank, innocent look. His low voice was laden with a smile as he asked, "What? I bought it myself, and I'm not allowed to have a taste?"

Shen Qiao was silent.

The real question is, was it really the chocolate that you were trying to taste?

The champion selection phase ended, and the game began to load. In front of the monitor, Shen Qiao suddenly quirked the corners of his lips into a smile that could only come as a reaction to a certain provocation.

He met Lu Zhe's deep gaze with a meaningful look of his own. Not too urgently, and not too slowly, he uttered a single word:

"Really?"

Then he added, "Then, how's the taste?"

Lu Zhe huffed a laugh through his nose. His gaze fell upon Shen Qiao's lips, and he crinkled the corners of his eyes like a wily fox. A smile naturally came over his face as well as he gave a loaded answer:

"It wasn't enough. I couldn't tell. How about I have another taste?"

Shen Qiao calmly drew a cool breath.

Mysteriously, his desire for victory surged in that moment. It suddenly felt like he would be admitting defeat if he let Lu Zhe have the last word now. It felt like surrendering in the early stages of a match. And so, after taking a moment to compose himself, he leaned back in his chair.

His tone of voice became slow and lazy, like that of a leopard who'd already eaten its fill. Even now, with a prey animal delivering itself to the leopard's den, that sated beast was only interested in lazily dozing off.

"Sure," he said. "Come."

At that point, the viewers in the bullet comments who could only hear this exchange without seeing anything all started to scratch their heads in frustration and disbelief.