Feng Guang suddenly understood—so this was the trend now: everyone preferred those cold, commanding military types like Yan Yu. Men who were gentle and refined? People usually assumed they were either Betas or even male Omegas. In other words, as a female Omega, how could she possibly fall for a guy who looked like a male Omega?
Wait a minute… when did she start calling herself a female Omega?!
Feng Guang let out a long, weary sigh. She was seriously starting to realize just how much your environment could warp your mindset.
Meanwhile, Cecil lifted the corner of his eye with a smug little tilt. His blue eyes shimmered like the clear summer sky, dreamy enough to drown in. “So the charming young lady has finally realized she shouldn’t be falling for a man like Xu Wang. See? In the end, it’s men like me—full of masculine charm—who make hearts race.”
…Where the hell did he get the confidence to call himself full of masculine charm?
Feng Guang looked him over. His white prison uniform was stained with blood, the collar wide open to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbone. Below that was a lean, well-defined chest. Maybe because he’d been locked up for so long, his skin was unusually pale—almost feminine. As for his face, well, Western features had always been naturally striking, and he was ridiculously good-looking—flawless, even. But that foreign beauty of his leaned more toward delicate and androgynous than rugged and forceful. Certainly nothing like Yan Yu’s ice-cold dominance.
So she honestly couldn’t figure it out—where did this man get the confidence to look down on Xu Wang?
Never mind the fact that she was his hostage and tied up at the moment, Feng Guang stared him down and said coldly, with firm conviction:
“To me, Xu Wang is the best. No one compares. I don’t care if they’re Alphas or imperial generals—he’s still the best. You can call me stupid if you want. I don’t care… I like him. End of story.”
“Did he brainwash you or something?” Cecil crouched in front of her, one hand propping up his chin, eyes full of curious fascination. His golden hair spilled over his shoulders, making him look eerily like an angel straight out of a European fresco.
As someone who normally fell hard for a pretty face, Feng Guang should’ve been mesmerized. But she wasn’t. Not at all. Instead, her voice was clear and steady:
“He didn’t brainwash me. I’ve made up my mind. I like him.”
Yes, she had made up her mind. She’d given up on pursuing Ye Mo, choosing instead to stay by Xu Wang’s side. And honestly? He was the prison warden, technically a government employee with a stable job, no weird habits or addictions, and—most importantly—they had chemistry. What kind of idiot would pass on a guy like that just to let some other Omega snatch him up?
“But…” Cecil’s eyes narrowed slightly. That carefree smile of his suddenly darkened with an odd, shadowy intensity. He grabbed her chin between his fingers and gave a soft, chilling chuckle. “He still hasn’t marked you, has he?”
His entire vibe shifted in an instant.
Feng Guang’s heart skipped violently. Not from excitement, but pure fear. His grip on her chin tightened, making her jaw throb. She couldn’t turn her head, and her hands were bound, leaving her only one option. She tried to kick him—tried—but before her leg even lifted, he’d already slammed her back against the cold, hard wall, pressing down on her with force.
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