Yujun's POV
The smell of milk swells between us.
It's the strongest I have ever smelled it for myself.
It's like our pup is showing its parents that it's there.
That it's real, the proof of our love that was hidden but real.
But he's saying I left him…how could I have done that?
"Let go of me" I say calmly.
I can feel the way his warm hands on my face are trembling.
I don't want to look at him right now, my omega is clawing for him, but I am burning inside of me with rage.
"I left you?" I ask him with awe, "I?" I ask and he opens his mouth to give a response, but I shake my head at him.
I left him? How dare he accuse me of leaving? Doesn't he know how hard it has been without him?
"Yujun, listen to me…" he says, but I turn my head away to break our eye contact and to get his hands off me.
He doesn't comply, he doesn't let go of me.
"You looked me in the eye and walked past me like you never knew me" I say, refusing to look in his face.
