Healing S-Class Beasts Made Me the Empire's Treasure

"Wh-what?"

Yu Lan’s eyes widened slightly, a flash of panic in them. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

She scrambled to run out of the room.

She had crammed on the relevant knowledge last night.

She knew that during a male’s estrus period, the presence of a female nearby would only further arouse their desire.

Yu Lan hadn’t forgotten that Shen Zueran was one of the seven fiancés who had rejected her. Since he wasn’t willing, she couldn’t take advantage of his predicament.

Afraid of making a mistake, Yu Lan rushed to the laboratory door, calling out a reminder as she went.

"Director, wait. I’ll go find someone to bring you a soothing agent."

"Just hang in there a little longer. It’ll be over soon."

The Science Research Institute might be short on many things, but it never lacked soothing agents for males.

Shen Zueran never expected this would be the outcome.

Completely different treatment from what Su Xingye received.

’Why?’

’On what grounds?’

’Why did Yu Lan proactively help Su Xingye during his estrus, but when it came to him, she acted like she couldn’t get away fast enough?’

A deep sense of injustice surged within him, growing stronger by the second.

Because of his estrus, the man’s usually cool and detached features were now tinged with a wicked air.

Just as Yu Lan reached the laboratory door, the aloof man kneeling on the floor spoke. His voice was hoarse and scorching, as if it had been dragged across sandpaper.

"Lanlan, don’t go."

"Have you forgotten what I just said?"

"Our experiment still requires more research data."

"And right now, you happen to have a 3S-level specimen going into estrus right in front of you. Don’t you want to run a test?"

His voice was low and deep, full of temptation, like a sea demon from the deep sea trying to hypnotize passersby with its enchanting song.

He was in luck.

Sure enough, Yu Lan, who had been about to leave, stopped in her tracks.

Shen Zueran let out a low chuckle, a dull vibration rumbling in his chest.

The man stood up, casually grabbing the new reagent from the lab bench and walking over to the beautiful, slender female.

He wrapped his arms around the female’s slim waist from behind, his lean, scorching body heat transferring through the thin fabric.

Then came his bewitching voice.

"Lanlan, you can do this, can’t you?"

"Help me!"

The mature, handsome man deliberately spoke these words close to Yu Lan’s ear, his hot breath fanning across her delicate, fair earlobe.

This happened to be one of Yu Lan’s sensitive spots.

Yu Lan’s knees went weak. She nearly crumpled to the floor, only held steady by the man’s strong, powerful arms wrapped tightly around her.

This small accident pressed their bodies even closer together.

Yu Lan keenly sensed just how terrifying a male in estrus could be.

Her pretty face instantly flushed a deep crimson.

But Shen Zueran wouldn’t behave. His large hand on Yu Lan’s waist captured the beautiful female’s small one, lacing their fingers together in an intensely possessive grip.

A scorching heat radiated from where their skin touched, tinting the beautiful female’s fair, delicate hand with a hint of pink.

The man’s large, well-defined hand gripped Yu Lan’s small one tightly, guiding her to hold the reagent in her hand.

At the same time, he panted recklessly into her ear, one breath after another, as if determined to seduce her to death.

"Lanlan, help me."

"Help me."

"Don’t you want to run your experiment?" Shen Zueran panted softly, his hot breath spilling into Yu Lan’s ear as he desperately pitched himself.

"The best experimental data is right in front of you."

"Lanlan, stay. Help me."

"Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. I’ll cooperate with you. I’ll cooperate."

By the end, Shen Zueran’s voice even held a slight tremble.

The man, drawn by the warm, sweet fragrance emanating from the female, couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head and inhaling deeply from the smooth, elegant curve of her fair neck.

’So fragrant, so fragrant, so fragrant.’

’I can’t take it.’

’I’m really going to lose my mind.’

Yu Lan had to admit it.

Shen Zueran had persuaded her.

Holding the reagent in her hand, she slowly turned around.

Their position now changed to a face-to-face embrace, the man’s lean, hard arms still wrapped tightly around the female’s waist, unwilling to let go.

The tall, handsome man lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Yu Lan’s. Their noses touched, and the breath he exhaled was searing hot.

Shen Zueran’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He squeezed his eyes shut. If he just lowered his head a little more, his thin lips could touch the female’s soft, honey-scented red lips.

’I want to kiss her, I want to kiss her, I want to kiss her.’

An extreme longing surged in his heart, urging him to act.

’But I can’t. I can’t.’

Yu Lan hadn’t agreed yet. If he kissed her, he would scare the beautiful little female away.

Males in estrus, with only females on their minds, would resort to any means necessary to win a female’s affection. Naturally, this included enduring their desires.

From forcefully restraining himself, a thin layer of hot sweat had already broken out on his forehead, dampening his sideburns, and the veins on his arms bulged.

Shen Zueran was showing a side of himself completely different from his usual cool and aloof demeanor.

He was a 3S-level, High-Level male, after all. A powerful, lean, and commanding presence seemed to be etched into his very bones.

Yu Lan looked at the man’s face, usually as flawless as jade, now flushed red. She pursed her lips.

She raised the dark blue reagent in her hand and, aiming at the man’s slightly bent neck, which was displayed defenselessly before her, plunged it in.

"Ngh!"

With the sudden injection of the cold reagent, Shen Zueran couldn’t help but let out a muffled grunt.

His arms around Yu Lan tightened.

Yu Lan could even feel the rigid curve of him.

Her face burned bright red.

Shen Zueran even remembered to look up, his dark eyes—hazy, moist, and wicked with lust—fixed on Yu Lan. After a long moment, he praised her.

"Lanlan, you’re amazing!"

Whether he was praising Yu Lan’s decisive action or something else, only Shen Zueran himself knew.

*

「The Director’s Private Laboratory」

It was usually clean and tidy, with a somewhat cold and detached feel.

The lab equipment whirred quietly, emitting a low hum.

Suddenly, a female’s clear voice rang out.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Are you hot?"

A man’s hoarse, magnetic voice followed.

"Better. But still very hot."

"The estrus hasn’t completely subsided, but the sharp pain has eased a lot. My spiritual power doesn’t feel so unbearable."

Shen Zueran answered each of Yu Lan’s questions one by one.

They looked for all the world like a test subject and a researcher.

If, that is, Yu Lan weren’t being held tightly in Shen Zueran’s arms, with him refusing to let go.

The male had instinctively learned the trick of playing pitiful.

When Yu Lan told him to sit up properly, he just stared at her with wide, dark eyes. His usually cool and handsome face was flushed red, tormented by his estrus.

A pleading tone slipped from those thin lips, which usually delivered precise data and issued commands.

"Lanlan... I want to hold you. I don’t feel good."

"I’ll just hold you. I won’t do anything else, I promise."