two-way mark

Yan Cheng finally fainted in front of Chi Xiye's door, and when he regained consciousness again, the sky was already bright.

He was sore all over, and his clothes were soaked in sweat and then dried, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Yan Cheng's fingers were covered with tiny wounds, his knees and shoulders were knocked out with patches of bruises, and even the slightest movement was painful.

But he got up from the ground as if nothing happened, without even frowning, only his footsteps were slightly staggering.He silently walked back to the room and took a brand new set of clothes, then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Yan Cheng seized the long buffer time during the protracted estrus period to clean himself up, ate some pre-prepared food to supplement his blood sugar, and quickly reviewed whether there was any work that needed to be dealt with. After making all preparations, he planned to Lie back in bed before the next wave, only to pause on the way upstairs.

The door that seemed so far away during the estrus is now only a few steps away.

Yan Cheng looked at Chi Xiye's tightly closed door and couldn't move his eyes. Even though he was crazily shouting in his heart not to go there, not to disturb the last piece of pure land, his body was completely out of control, his feet automatically marked the destination, and his footsteps Little by little.

He went straight past his room and walked towards Chi Xiye's room.

Yan Cheng's hand to press the doorknob was a little hesitant, with a sense of impatience. He pushed the door open little by little, his heart beating wildly. It was the same when opening the door.

But there was no longer the person who fell to the ground, blushing from crying and begging him for help.

Chi Xiye's room remained the same after he left, the quilt was not even folded, and it was piled up at the end of the bed in a mess, as if Chi Xiye just kicked off the quilt and got out of the door, and the next second he would open the door and come in , lying on the desk and playing with the mobile phone as usual, or lying back on the bed and sleeping late.

Yan Cheng stayed at the door of Chi Xiye's room, couldn't help taking a deep breath, the smell of Chi Xiye had long since disappeared in the air, but he seemed to be able to catch the sweet smell that had long since drifted away, and in an instant the whole People's spirits relax, and the same desire as last night gradually surges up in the depths of the body.

Not enough, not enough.

That familiar yet unfamiliar longing clamored in Yan Cheng's mind: This is not enough, he wants more of Chi Xiye's scent.

He wanted that smell to surround him and linger in his body, and he desperately needed the comfort of Chi Xiye's pheromone.

Yan Cheng's hands began to tremble again, the back of his neck felt hot, and his brain became dizzy again.

The second wave of estrus came aggressively, Yan Cheng grabbed the last of his strength, only had time to open Chi Xiye's wardrobe, and hugged Chi Xiye's clothes to the bed, just like an Omega building a nest.

By the time the clothes were put away, Yan Cheng's behavior had already begun to get out of control.

He buried himself in Chi Xiye's clothes in an extremely insecure and extremely dependent posture, resting his face on Chi Xiye's pillow, his nose arched against it, constantly absorbing the tiny bits left by Chi Xiye Breathing, the body is constantly squirming, the waist is exerting strength, and it keeps thumping on Chi Xiye's sheets, like a fish stranded on the shore longing for water.

"Xiaochi... Xiaochi..." Yan Cheng's eyes gradually turned red, his throat was itchy and astringent, "Xiaochi...hug me..."

"Xiaochi...I miss you so much..." He frantically squeezed himself into the pile of clothes, sobbing: "Xiaochi...look at me..."

As if calculated, the day before Chi Xiye's funeral, Yan Cheng's estrous period finally ended completely.

His estrous period lasted for ten days. After ten days passed, Yan Cheng lost a lot of weight, and his usual suit, which was just the right size, looked a bit empty.

He specially ordered an all-black suit for the funeral, and now it was too late to change the size, Yan Cheng hung the suit in the room indifferently, and after confirming the procedure for tomorrow with the person in charge of the funeral company, he looked at it with heavy eyes. The black was in a daze.

He just kept watching, completely unaware of the change of the sky outside the curtains, until the alarm clock on his mobile phone rang to remind him that it was time to leave, Yan Cheng stood up, picked up his suit and put it on himself.

The funeral was scheduled for 10:30 in the morning, but this funeral was very special. There was no coffin, no remains, and no burial ceremony.

Chi Xiye's tombstone had already been erected, and the person who erected the monument was Yan Cheng who erected it as Chi Xiye's husband. Before Yan Cheng arrived, there were already circles of people standing in front of the tombstone.

Fu Rong looked at the surging heads not far away, and couldn't help feeling a huge sense of absurdity in his heart.

This funeral seems to be no different from the wedding more than half a year ago, except that the venue and theme have changed, but the protagonists are still Yan Cheng and Chi Xiye, and even the audience is the same.

Even those beautiful Omegas and their families have exactly the same ideas as they did more than half a year ago.

But then it was an encounter, this time it was a farewell.

When Yan Cheng appeared, the crowd quickly separated and stood on both sides, all lowering their heads to look sad.

Yan Cheng didn't look sideways, and didn't care about their pretentiousness, he looked straight at Chi Xiye's smiling face on the tombstone, and approached step by step with heavy steps.

As his footsteps advanced, the pheromones of the toffee and ice and snow on his body also radiated little by little, and when Yan Cheng stood still, everyone could smell the strong smell of the mark.

Everyone looked surprised, but they still didn't dare to raise their heads. Only Fu Rong stared at Yan Cheng with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Yan Cheng and Fu Rong's eyes met in the air for a moment, Yan Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, and soon disappeared again.

Yan Cheng knelt down on one knee and presented a bouquet of flowers to Chi Xiye, touched the photo on the tombstone before standing up, turned his back to everyone and asked, "Did you all smell it?"

No one dared to answer.

Yan Cheng was not prepared to wait for an answer, he looked at the cold tombstone, and said warmly: "No matter where Chi Xiye is, he is my life... the only Omega, the only wife."

But Yan Cheng didn't know that the Omega in his mouth was standing at the crowded airport at this time, chatting about him with his friends.

"Yeye, today is yours..." Wen Yuze felt a little unlucky in the middle of speaking, so he quickly stopped, "What do you think Yan Cheng will do?"

"Funeral?" Chi Xiye smiled, "I don't care what he does, I'm alive and well."

Wen Yuze said again: "That's right, you left him nothing, what did he bury?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yuze slapped his head, "No way! Will he bury your glands!"

Chi Xiye raised his eyebrows, "I can bury anything, just treat it as my wishful thinking for more than three years."

Chi Xiye held Xi Siqing's arm and smiled happily: "It will be gone after the burial, and I am going to start a perfect new life!"

Xi Siqing patted Chi Xiye's head tenderly, turned on his watch, glanced at it, and said, "Okay, it's time for us to go through the security check."

He smiled and turned towards Wen Yuze, "Yuze, come and play with us when you have time."

Wen Yuze nodded, and the moment he looked at Chi Xiye, he still couldn't hold back his red eyes. He pursed his lips, stepped forward and hugged Chi Xiye tightly: "Yeye, I will miss you."

Chi Xiye hugged Wen Yuze tightly for two seconds before letting go, "Why are you crying, it's not that I can't see you anymore, I'll send you a message when I land."

"Show me a video!" Wen Yuze said, taking two steps back and waving at Chi Xiye and Xi Siqing, "Let's go, I'll watch you go in."

Chi Xiye turned around and waved his hands without looking back. He passed by countless strangers in a very chic way, and walked towards his brand new life.

The funeral was over when the plane took off.

The crowd dispersed, and Yan Cheng stood alone in front of the tombstone. He lost a lot of weight, and his empty suit swayed in the breeze.

Yan Cheng said, "I miss you so much, Xiaochi."

As Yan Cheng's voice fell, Chi Xiye suddenly appeared beside the tombstone, "Sir?"

Chi Xiye asked: "Didn't I stay with you all the time? Why do you still miss me?"

Yan Cheng looked at Chi Xiye without speaking for a long time, his face was obviously smiling, but his eyes were full of sadness.

Although he looked at Chi Xiye, he never left the cold tombstone. He nodded after a long time, "Yes, you have always been..."

He turned his head and stopped looking at Chi Xiye, only looking at the words on the tombstone, and sighed after a long time: "But I can't lock you by my side anymore, Xiaochi."

Chi Xiye tilted his head, not seeming to understand.

Yan Cheng closed his eyes, his voice came out of his throat bit by bit, "Let's go, Xiaochi...I can accept it, you don't have to stay with me anymore..."

Yan Cheng said, "Go where you want to go."

The sun jumped out from the clouds, Yan Cheng slowly opened his eyes, the phantom of Chi Xiye was no longer in front of him.

From today onwards, he will be completely alone.