Qi Yue's hands worked quickly, disinfecting and wrapping Shao's wounds with practiced efficiency. "Seriously," he muttered under his breath, "I really need to set up surveillance next time this so-called 'rut' happens. If we could document the whole process, we might even figure out a way to stop it."
Yunfeng's ears twitched at that. His thoughts immediately jumped ahead. Inhibitors… In the future there will be inhibitors. The idea lit a spark of hope, but reality weighed it down just as fast. In this world overrun with zombies, with barely enough working labs left standing, that kind of research was a pipe dream for now.
His gaze drifted to Muchen, sitting across the room sipping water slowly, still a little pale from the overwhelming scent earlier. Yunfeng walked over, knelt beside him, and gently cupped his lover's face. His thumbs brushed along the soft skin of Muchen's cheeks. If inhibitors were possible now… Muchen wouldn't have to go through heat ever again.
