Original toffee

Yan Feng, a second-year student of the Experimental Middle School, is also recognized as the school grass of the Experimental Middle School, the most A alpha.

But A does not mean that he is aloof. On the contrary, Yan Feng is an alpha who is extremely narcissistic and suffers from advanced secondary cancer.

Moreover, even if he is extraordinarily handsome, his aesthetics is still unavoidable, like most alphas, and his favorite is the soft, cute and sweet little o.

It can be seen that the "most A" may contain a certain amount of moisture. After all, in this era of looking at faces, appearance is everything.

The first time Yan Feng saw Qin Yuran was at the school sports meeting.

At that time, he had just finished running 3000 meters, dismissed a group of fanboys and girls, and sat down in a shady place with few people in his hand.

Sitting next to him was an omega, carefully sizing him up with a pair of clear cat eyes for a while, and then carefully moved away, leaving a distance between the two of them.

Of course Yan Feng knew why he moved away. He had just finished running 3000 meters, and before he had time to replenish the barrier agent, the alpha pheromone on his body overflowed uncontrollably, which would inevitably cause physical discomfort to the surrounding omega.

But this omega looked pretty, and it was strange that he had never noticed such a person in school before.

"Hey, what's your name?" He flicked the towel and turned his head.

"Qin, Qin Yuran, it's... from Class [-]..." Omega's voice slowly dropped, and he stumbled, "I know you, you are Yan Feng, the senior in the second year of high school, and they all say you are very good." ... very handsome ..."

Could it be a stutter?

Yan Feng held back his laughter, and some bad thoughts floated up in his heart, and asked him deliberately: "Then do you think I'm handsome?"

Omega lowered her head, and took a while to choke out a word: "Handsome."

Yan Feng finally couldn't help it anymore, and laughed loudly: "Hey, you are too cute..."

Qin Yuran subconsciously glanced sideways at him, and then remembered something, his face slowly turned red, and soon even the earlobes and the back of his neck were red.

Yan Feng found it more and more interesting, and wanted to tease him again, but Qin Yuran suddenly stood up: "Senior, I... I have something to do, I, I have to go."

"There's no need to report, and I didn't stop you from letting you go." Yan Feng stretched his legs and said with a smirk, "You're talking as if I did something bad to you."

Qin Yuran blushed and glared at him again, then ran away quickly.

"This kid..." He unscrewed the cap of the bottle of mineral water, took a few sips, poured the rest on his head, ignored the suppressed screams and flashing lights not far away, and casually shook Flicking his wet hair, intentionally or unintentionally, he played another very shameless handsome.

He picked up his clothes and walked to the dormitory. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Qin Yuran was really cute. He was just a soft and sweet little o tailor-made according to his own aesthetic taste—although the height of this soft and sweet little o was visually measured to be 1.8 rice.

He moved his nostrils slightly, and there seemed to be a smell of strawberry toffee in the air, giving people a very sweet and soft feeling.

Qin Yuran noticed Yan Feng very early on.

In the school sports meeting, Yan Feng not only participated in the 3000-meter race, but also high jump and relay race.

Qin Yuran went to watch every game, but every time he stood far away and only watched from the crowd.

Wherever the boy went, he was a luminous body, proud and dazzling, with many supporters behind him, like the stars surrounding the moon, as if he was born to be the sun, attracting everyone's attention.

It also made him cast his gaze involuntarily.

He remembered that once between classes, he went to look for someone in the second year of high school. When he passed by Yan Feng's classroom, he saw the sun just set and spread a piece on the table and the boy. The boy sleeping on the table was unconscious, and his face seemed like Plated with a layer of golden splendor.

He stood outside the window and watched quietly for a while, then sniffed lightly, there was still a faint smell of green grass around, very much like the fragrance of soil after rain.

Yan Feng saw Qin Yuran again, in a small alley, surrounded by a few gangsters with dyed hair and tattoos, forcing him to hand over his pocket money.

"An omega, dare to mess with us! Don't even ask who we are!" The yellow-haired street ruffian took the money and gently patted Qin Yuran's face.

Qin Yuran panicked, his wrist hurt from being clenched, and he called out in a low voice: "What are you doing! I gave you all the money, but you can't...can you leave!"

"You want to go..." Before the street ruffian finished his harsh words, a smell of green grass filled the narrow alley, pressing down on them.

"Fuck..." the street ruffian cursed in a low voice, and tried to release his pheromone.

The smell of green grass smelled very fresh, but now it was very domineering, and it was pressed down so hard that it made people's knees go limp, and they knelt down on the spot.

Yan Feng came out slowly, against the light, with a schoolbag on his shoulders, with a rogue-like air, he stretched out his feet and kicked lightly: "You are that bastard again? Brother Yan, I'm a fool." Jiang Hu, why have I never heard of your name..."

The street ruffian knelt on the ground, panting heavily: "Yan... Brother Yan..."

"Go away."

Yan Feng saw Qin Yuran frowning from a distance, and hurriedly restrained the pheromone overflowing from his body.

Seeing that the pheromone had dissipated, several street gangsters hurriedly got up from the ground, supported each other and ran out of the alley.Yan Feng ignored them, walked over to help Qin Yuran up, checked him again, and asked repeatedly: "Is he not injured? Why are they blocked by those people? How about I take you there?" Hospital?"

"No, no," Qin Yuran, with tears in his eyes, carefully broke away from Yan Feng, and gently rubbed his red wrist, "Thank you, thank you senior..."

"No, no thanks, it should be." Yan Feng gently rubbed his hands behind his back, very proud of himself, but on the surface he still pretended to be a wolf with a big tail, with a concerned expression on his face, "Are you always blocked by people?" ? Or...or I'll take you home later."

"Senior, this, this is too troublesome." Qin Yuran looked at him pitifully and shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll cover you from now on, with me here, no one will bully you." Yan Feng's heart warmed up, and he stretched out his hand to hook Qin Yuran's shoulder, and patted it, "Don't always call me senior, More birth points! Brother Yan, Brother Feng, call me whatever you want!"

Qin Yuran lowered his head, and after a while, he slowly and softly called out: "...Brother Feng."

Yan Feng didn't see it, but when Qin Yuran lowered his head, he hooked his mouth and smiled softly.

After Yan Feng sent Qin Yuran home, he turned back to the alley.

A few street ruffians just now were leaning against the wall and puffing, and when they saw Yan Feng approaching, they all let out a puff of smoke lazily, and complained half-truthfully: "Hey, brother Yan, that pheromone you just now I don’t know how to restrain myself, can we afford the pheromone of your advanced alpha?”

Yan Feng didn't answer, stretched out his hand to push away the handed cigarette, put his arm on the shoulder of a little gangster with dyed yellow hair, and changed the subject with a smile: "Isn't this supposed to be more realistic - let's not talk about this Alright, let's go, I invite you guys to have supper."

It was almost three o'clock when Qin Yuran received the call.

He moved his stiff legs, pushed open the window, took a breath of fresh and cold air in the night wind, and then let out a breath of hot air with his head bowed.

"Brother Qin, Yan, Yan Feng invited the two of us to have a late-night snack. Now, now is the end..."

Listening to the tongue out on the other end of the phone, Qin Yuran subconsciously frowned: "Are you drinking?"

"Where is it, let's drink it! Yan Feng, that boy Yan Feng said he was going to class, no, he can't drink, drinking—hiccup." The person on the other end of the phone explained a few words in a mess, and then hiccupped.

It seems that he is not lightly drunk, but fortunately he still remembers to call.

"Okay." Qin Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, "I see, thank you this time."

He hung up the phone, raised his hand and gently sniffed his fingertips, the tip of his nose seemed to still linger with the smell of green grass, which was clear and soft.

"You will be mine."

He pressed his fingers to his lips and closed his eyes.

Yan Feng did what he said, and took Qin Yuran to and from school every day, so Qin Yuran opened the window every morning and could see him standing at the door of his house with one hand in the pocket of his school uniform and the other. Holding a bag of breakfast in one hand, he leaned against the big banyan tree in a natural and coquettish posture. When he turned around after school, he would be seen leaning against the back door of the classroom, waiting for him to pack his schoolbag while talking with the corridor Greet people passing by.

The sun fell on his face, and the young man subconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead, squinting and smiling very flamboyantly, his beautiful peach eyes were also smudged into golden, proud and bright.

really nice people.

Qin Yuran walked over and called out "Brother Feng" in a low voice.

Yan Feng turned around, with his hands still in his trouser pockets, and the bright smile on his face was undisguised: "It's packed? Let's go when it's done."

"Yes." Qin Yuran followed Yan Feng out of the school gate.

"That's Qin Yuran?"

"Yeah, I don't know what Yan Feng is looking for in him."

"If you want me to say, he is..."

Listening to the whispering of the people behind him, Qin Yuran lowered his head a little more.

"Brother Feng..." He hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Feng's sleeve, and whispered behind Yan Feng, "From now on, you don't need to pick me up... I can do it myself."

"What did you hear?" Yan Feng frowned, glanced at the crowd next to him, suddenly pulled him over, hooked his neck directly, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Don't Listen to their nonsense."

The boy's originally clear voice was deliberately lowered, and it rang in the ears, making people's ears numb.Qin Yuran moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but his body suddenly became hot.

Yan Feng was right next to him, and suddenly a sweet and greasy strawberry smell came out from the tip of his nose, mixed with the mellow fragrance of milk, lingering on him relentlessly.

"Qian Ran!" Yan Feng turned around hurriedly, but Qin Xunran pushed him away suddenly, staggered to support the wall, his face was flushed, and his cat eyes were about to cry.

Without thinking too much, he quickly put Qin Yuran's limp arm on his shoulder, half hugging and half dragging him back home.

When he put Qin Yuran to bed, Yan Feng belatedly remembered that he didn't have any inhibitors for omega at home.

"Damn." Yan Feng closed the door, leaned against the door panel, moved his lips imperceptibly, and cursed silently, the alpha nature in his bones was clamoring crazily, but then... that was an omega, An elementary school boy whom I just met for a month...

He scratched his hair and pushed the door open to go in.

The smell of strawberry milk lingers and grows in the room, getting stronger and stronger.Yan Feng resisted the impulse, stretched out his hand and pushed Qin Yuran: "Qinran... I don't have any inhibitors at home, can I give you a temporary mark for you?"

Qin Yuran scratched the quilt lightly with his fingers, tilted his head, and let out a few inaudible breaths: "As... as you, Yan Feng..."

Yan Feng gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to pinch Qin Yuran's wrist, and was about to press it down.

"Ran, I'm sorry."

Qin Yuran hadn't planned to accept the bastard today.

But Yan Feng came to the door himself, don't want it for nothing.

When his wrist was clenched, he licked his canine teeth, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly.

He could already imagine Yan Feng blowing his hair.

As soon as Yan Feng bent down, the room suddenly burst into a smell of cedar, coldly and domineeringly sweeping away the sweet and greasy strawberry smell in the air.

I rely on... Yan Feng's legs and feet were softened by the smoke, and he fell directly on Qin Yuran's body firmly.

Then he heard Qin Yuran's voice, it was no longer the soft and soft falsetto, but a deep, heartfelt smile, slowly spit out with the vibration of the chest: "Brother Yan , What do you think of the taste of my pheromone?"

Yan Feng was stunned for a second, and completely blew up: I fucking thought that what I brought back was a little white rabbit who didn't understand anything, but it turned out to be a big fox with louder abacus than anyone else! !

Qin Yuran seemed to know what he was thinking, so he laughed softly, and his chest trembled slightly.

"Damn it!" Yan Feng felt uncomfortable under the pheromone that was one level higher than him, and couldn't help roaring: "You are a fucking pure A, what kind of soft and cute little O are you pretending to be with others!"

Qin Yuran turned over, and the positions of the two were instantly reversed.He looked at Yan Feng condescendingly, and said slowly: "I have noticed you since the beginning of school, and you are the 'best A' like you. If you don't need to do something, will you follow me obediently?"

"I... wipe..." Yan Feng scratched the quilt with his fingers, and closed his eyes.

The cold cedar is mixed with the fresh green grass, the fragrance of ice and snow is inseparable from the earth, and the wet water vapor is like the breath transpired after the rain, slowly merging in the room, like the world when the spring is cold and the ice and snow are just melting. .

Cold, but also gentle.