God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

"Ziyun, why didn't you come yesterday?"

The boy named Zhou Zeng spoke calmly, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice.

But the question in the words was clearly there.

He Ziyun sat on the soft bed and took a deep breath with satisfaction. The air outside the window was so clean that it made you feel trance-like.

He hummed, and his tone was lowered, sounding a little dull: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, I was a little unwell yesterday."

While saying this, He Ziyun coughed a few times.

A sound mixed with coughing and dull choking reached Zhou Zeng's ears along the network cable. As expected, he was not suspicious.

"That's it. Then Ziyun, you should have a good rest. I will convey the news to Teacher Liang that you can't go."

Zhou Zeng didn't seem to want to talk more. After a few simple and perfunctory conversations, he hung up the phone quickly, leaving He Ziyun with a low voice.

He Ziyun threw the phone aside, fell straight into the soft bed, and pinched his brows tiredly.

The second before he entered the live broadcast game, he was still in an extremely painful estrus. The pain in his bones seemed to have been broken and penetrated into his bones. Cold sweat almost soaked his whole body, but he still ran out of inhibitors.

Omegas were not allowed to use inhibitors in the main city. Due to the difficulty in human reproduction after the disaster, fertile omegas were strictly prohibited from using inhibitors, just to increase the population in the main city.

He Ziyun bit his lip unconsciously and groped his neck uncontrollably...

The glands that should have been slightly raised were missing.

He Ziyun quickly stood up and found the mirror next to the table.

The warm night light shines into the room through the glass. The young man on the mirror tilts his head. His neck is as smooth and delicate as white porcelain, with nothing on it.

He Ziyun lowered his eyes and stared at the mirror for a long time. When the barrage calmed down and discussed why he seemed to be in a daze, He Ziyun moved.

He Ziyun turned his head, and the smile in his light eyes magnified infinitely, as if the soft mask at the beginning was shattered. The corners of the young man's eyes were wet and red, and tears burst out of his eyes. At the same time, his thin and suppressed laughter fell to the ground along with the mirror. Explosions sounded together.

"It turns out, it turns out that's what it is..."

He Ziyun touched the unobstructed side of his neck, his black hair falling down to cover his sight, hiding his increasingly excited expression.

No wonder so many alphas are rushing to enter the live broadcast room. It turns out that as long as they enter the live broadcast room, whether they are alpha or omega, the instinct similar to animals in heat will disappear and become the same existence as beta.

No wonder, no wonder no omega has ever entered the live broadcast room...

In just a few minutes, countless dark speculations flashed through He Ziyun's mind, and he suddenly calmed down when the knock on the door rang.

The person knocking on the door was not loud, and sounded a bit cautious.

"Xiaoyun, can mom come in?"

He Ziyun bent down and picked up the broken lenses, and responded in a low voice: "Well, come in."

The woman outside the door was obviously relieved. She opened the door and just as she raised her smile, she saw He Ziyun squatting on the ground picking up fragments of the mirror.

The woman's expression changed greatly, and she quickly put the milk in her hand on the table, and grabbed the young man's hand that was picking up the pieces. Her haste caused He Ziyun's hand to be cut on the sharp lens.

Blood flowed out instantly and dripped on the broken lens.

He Ziyun's expression remained unchanged, and his face showed some timidity and nervousness at the right time.

The woman panicked: "Xiaoyun, what are you doing? Just tell mom no! Mom will do it! Look, your hands are cut!"

She lowered her head and babbled, while rummaging around on the table for a long time to find a band-aid and put it on He Ziyun's still bleeding finger.

He Ziyun stood aside with his head lowered, watching the woman busy cleaning the mirror fragments, and sizing up the woman.

The woman looked about fifty years old, with a vicissitudes of life. Her exposed skin was thin and yellow, and yellow calluses on her palms were exposed during cleaning. It was obvious that she had not lived a good life.

This is a very ordinary, not even wealthy family.

He Ziyun thought lightly.

At present, it seems that there is nothing strange except Zhou Zeng who is on the phone.

He Ziyun had to find a way to figure out what Zhou Zeng said on the phone.

After the woman cleaned the room, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes became deeper when she smiled:

"Xiaoyun, you read and review for a while, drink milk and then go to bed. The factory is busy today and mom has to work overtime."

After the woman finished speaking, she was ready to go out with a pile of debris. When she was about to leave, she looked back at He Ziyun standing in the corner and hesitated:

"Xiaoyun, don't blame mom, mom is doing everything for your own good..."

"You will understand mother's painstaking efforts in the future."

The door was being closed, and He Ziyun could hear the woman's footsteps walking away until they disappeared.

He looked up at the cleaned floor. Zaidu walked to the chair and sat down. He looked silently at the darkening sky outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

[No, does anyone understand what this copy is saying? 】

[Hen, I can’t understand anything...]

[Plus one, I’m so confused now that I want to hit the wall. Compared with the excitement of the previous game that exploded the screen at the beginning, is this dungeon too bland? 】

【Who says it’s not? Does anyone remember the name of the copy? 】

【Me me me! I remember! It’s called love! 】

[Wait a minute, this dungeon won’t let anchors fall in love, hahahaha]

[Ah, then who can be worthy of our wife hehehehe]

[No...what are you enjoying? It would be too boring to fall in love...]

【…】

He Ziyun didn't know how intense the barrage discussion was. He admired the night outside the window for a while, and then his eyes shifted to the cup the woman put down before leaving.

He Ziyun looked at it for a while and suddenly laughed.

He held the glass, and the milky-white milk in the glass trembled and swayed with the young man's movements, almost overflowing.

[Is it my imagination? Why are my wife’s hands whiter than milk? 】

[Man upstairs, you are not delusional! 】

[I miss Tian... (please don’t block your account)]

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

The next second, amid countless gags, He Ziyun slowly poured the entire glass of milk into the trash can beside the table.

He Ziyun opened the barrage, ignored all the barrage calling his wife, and smiled harmlessly: "Milk is good milk, but it's a pity that it has added ingredients."

Otherwise, he would be so reluctant to part with the milk that he would pour it out.

[Additional ingredients? ? ? ? 】

[Did we miss something? 】

[So it seems that the color of the milk just now is not that white? ? ? ? 】

[Wait, are we watching the same live broadcast? 】

He Ziyun didn't have the idea to explain clearly. He held his head and looked at the barrage with interest, his fingers unconsciously circling the pen.

"Guess why 'Mom' gave me milk with added ingredients?"