Divide too late

An Chen said: "You didn't sleep?"

Yan Yao looked at An Chen with burning eyes: "What are you going to do?" He said, moving his hand down, holding An Chen's hand through a thin layer of fabric.

An Chen lost his voice for a moment.

Yan Yao said: "Let me guess, what are you doing?"

An Chen: "..."

Yan Yao: "Call my name several times to make sure I'm asleep?"

An Chen: "So you've been awake all the time?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

Yan Yao: "Yes, don't feel angry. Rather than saying that I deliberately deceive you, it is better to say that your tentative inquiry seems too deliberate."

An Chen felt that Yan Yao was mocking his poor acting skills, but his words really made An Chen feel flustered, and what made him feel even more at a loss was that he couldn't find him for a while when faced with Yan Yao's words. The reason why he sneaked into his trouser pocket while falling asleep.

Yan Yao said: "Isn't it because you like me that you sneak up on me while I'm sleeping?"

An Chen's mind went blank for a moment, and for a moment he wanted to just nod his head and tell him that the reality is like this, which is better than Yan Yao knowing that he is an Omega.

An Chen looked at Yan Yao hesitantly, as if he wanted to admit it.

Yan Yao was stunned for a moment, in fact, he just wanted to tease An Chen, based on his understanding of An Chen, he is a very shy character, what could be more serious than admitting this matter?

Before An Chen admitted, Yan Yao said: "Of course you can't sneak attack on me, you are not such a person."

An Chen: "..."

Yan Yao: "I've never heard of sneak attackers putting their hands in other people's pockets, so what do you want from me?"

Cold sweat broke out in An Chen's palms, and he told himself not to panic, he must not panic at this time, but the more urgent he felt, the more flustered he felt.

Suddenly, Yan Yao got up quickly and pressed the panicked An Chen on the table. The beer cans on the table collided with each other, and several wine cans fell to the ground with a sound, and the amber liquid spilled all over the floor. The smell of alcohol permeated unscrupulously.

People are not drunk, but want to be drunk.

An Chen leaned back against the desk, subconsciously lowered his breath, and looked ugly.

Yan Yao pressed An Chen between himself and the table with one hand, picked up the white medicine bottle that An Chen touched from him with the other hand, and said, "This is what you want to take back?"

An Chen paused, and said: "... Painkillers, I have a headache now." He thought he must have exhausted his whole life of wit to find such a reason.

Yan Yao slightly raised an eyebrow, but did not speak.

Silence pervades the room.

After an unknown amount of time, An Chen pushed Yan Yao down, but Yan Yao was unmoved.

An Chen said, "Aren't you tired of this posture?"

Yan Yao said: "I'm not tired."

An Chen frowned: "But I'm tired."

Yan Yao paused for two seconds, then took a step back, An Chen took advantage of the situation and stood firm, stretched out his hand to snatch the white bottle from Yan Yao's hand, but Yan Yao easily dodged it.

An Chen's voice increased: "Yan Yao!" His current spirit was tense to the verge of anger.

Yan Yao said: "What are you angry about?"

An Chen: "I..."

Before An Chen finished speaking, Yan Yao said, "Just because I took away a Sanwu painkiller from you?"

An Chen: "No, now I..."

Yan Yao: "So the relationship between us is not as good as a three-none painkiller?"

An Chen: "No, but..."

Yan Yao: "I don't think our relationship has been so shallow for more than ten years, so the one in your hand is not a painkiller, but something else?"

An Chen: "...No." He took a deep breath, "It's just painkillers."

Yan Yao grabbed An Chen's wrist, pushed him to the chair, put both hands on An Chen's temples and pressed gently, "Ah Chen, if you have a headache, we buy reliable medicine, don't use this without any guarantee. I don’t trust this kind of medicine because it’s a cheap medicine bottle with no brand and production number.”

An Chen lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

Yan Yao said: "Ah Chen, you are the most important person to me, and I don't want any accidents to happen to you."

An Chen: "The most important person?"

Yan Yao: "Yeah, we've known each other since we were two and a half years old, we've been together all these years, compared to siblings, my unknown unmarried partner, we've been together longer than anyone else, your place in my heart is the most important."

An Chen bit his lip, he never doubted this.

An Chen thought, he is a vital existence in Yan Yao's life, more important than his brother, but what kind of weight does his close blood brother occupy in his life?

An enemy who is quick to deal with?Enemies vying for the heir?

What position does his unmarried partner occupy?

Fertility tool?A bargaining chip to obtain the position of family heir?

An Chen clearly knows that the most important person in Yan Yao's life is himself.

Yan Yao gently massaged An Chen's head, and he said to him: "Ah Chen, don't take this kind of medicine, I will keep pressing it for you if it hurts, an hour or a day is fine, if it is really not possible We will ask for leave tomorrow, and I will take you to the hospital."

An Chen immediately said: "No need to go to the hospital." To be precise, he didn't dare to go to the hospital.

The movements of Yan Yao's hands paused, he continued to press for An Chen, and said softly: "Then don't go to the hospital." He said again: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, instead of buying some unknown medicine. medicine, you know?"

An Chen: "I know."

Yan Yao: "You said you knew, but you bought the medicine from someone else?"

An Chen: "...It just so happens that someone else has it."

Yan Yao: "Just this once."

An Chen: "...um."

An Chen hoped that Yan Yao would find an excuse to leave after pressing his head for a few minutes, but no, his hand was always pressing gently for him, without any slack.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, half an hour.

An Chen looked out the window expressionlessly, the sadness and helplessness in his eyes were reflected in the pouring moonlight.

An hour later, someone called Yan Yao, and Yan Yao told An Chen to wait. After answering the call, he quickly hung up the call and continued to press An Chen's head.

Two hours passed, two and a half disappeared...

An Chen thought, if he didn't say stop, Yan Yao would continue forever.

Except for being unable to respond to his love and being unable to form a partner with him, no matter what happens, the most important thing in Yan Yao's life is always him, and he is willing to do anything else for him.

Yan Yao said, "Ah Chen."

An Chen responded slowly: "...what?"

Yan Yao: "Why are you alone with His Highness the Crown Prince today?"

An Chen replied: "Does this need a reason?"

Yan Yao: "I'm not happy."

An Chen was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Ah Yao, you have no reason to be unhappy."

Yan Yao's pheromone was temporarily out of control, but he quickly restrained his pheromone.

An Chen stood up suddenly, he pushed open the window, and the cool summer wind blew into the room, blowing away the smell of wine and the rich smell of vegetation unique to Yan Yao.

Yan Yao frowned, and he looked at An Chen with scrutiny.

An Chen said: "I'm hot."

Yan Yao: "...Really."

An Chen said: "I don't hurt anymore, thank you, you can wash up and go to bed earlier." He said and walked towards the bed.

Yan Yao grabbed An Chen's wrist: "Ah Chen, I am not happy with you getting along with His Highness the Crown Prince."

An Chen turned around, he and Yan Yao looked into each other's eyes, and said, "Ah Yao, I hope you can understand that we are not lovers, we are friends."

Yan Yao's slightly thicker lips were drawn into a line.

An Chen has always heard people say that Bo lips are ruthless and thick lips are affectionate, but this doesn't seem to apply to Yan Yao.

An Chen said: "Even lovers can't control other people's friendship, let alone we are just friends, A Yao, I have never been your accessory."

Yan Yao said: "Why do you think you are my appendage?"

An Chen shook his head: "It's not important, what's important is that I never cared about your friendship, so I hope you don't care about me either."

Yan Yao suddenly said loudly: "You can!"

An Chen was stunned for a moment: "...what?"

Yan Yao: "You can take care of my friendship."

An Chen: "..." Are you crazy?After being speechless for a while, he said, "I don't think I can control you."

Yan Yao took a step forward, the distance between the two was very close, their breaths were blowing on each other's faces, their movements were intimate and ambiguous, but the irony was that they were not lovers.

Yan Yao said: "So, Chen, I allow you to control my friendship, so that I can refuse you to continue contact with His Highness the Crown Prince?"

An Chen pushed Yan Yao, but did not push him away, he shouted: "Yan Yao, don't make trouble for no reason!"

Seeing what Yan Yao wanted to say, An Chen said: "Yan Yao, you know me better than anyone else, the so-called I can manage your friendship, you know that, I can't, right?"

Yan Yao was silent.

An Chen let out a breath, "I don't want to talk to you now, I'm so tired, can you let go of my hand? I want to wash up and go to sleep."

Yan Yao silently let go of An Chen's wrist.

An Chen's skin is very fair, and under the warm yellow light, you can see a circle of bruises on An Chen's fair wrist. A slight bump on his skin will leave shocking marks.

The classmates who used to be in the same class smiled and said that An Chen in their class not only looks like an Omega, but also has a weak body like an Omega. If it weren't for his rare ice and snow abilities, and years of getting along , they all suspect that he is an Omega.

An Chen took a deep look at Yan Yao, took out his pajamas from the closet and went into the bathroom.

After a long silence, he never asked Yan Yao a word.

Yan Yao, do you know about PUA?Pick up an artist?

Compared with the answers on the Internet, An Chen thinks this kind of behavior is called mind control.

Control the other party's spirit, let the other party selflessly dedicate to oneself, knowing that there is nothing to be done, but completely falling for the sincerity that will never be reached.

An Chen thought, even if Yan Yao cared less about him, his feelings for Yan Yao could be recovered a few years earlier.

The saddest thing is that An Chen doesn't even know that Yan Yao's concern for him stems from the relationship between them for more than ten years, or is it because of his status as the son of General An?

An Chen entered the bathroom and washed his body with cold water, trying to calm himself down.

Outside the bathroom, Yan Yao's eyes were staring straight at the direction of the bathroom, and he heard the sound of water falling on the ground from a door.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Yao turned on his personal optical brain and sent a private message——

Help me test the ingredients of the medicine.