Root sound

When Xie Xian remembered this, gave up looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, and hurried to the room, it was too late.

Yin Zhezhi bit the cap of his gel pen, sat on the ground with the stack of music paper on his lap, and filled in the lyrics while humming the melody.

Omega's brows and eyes are extremely soft under the orange light, and there is a vague serious look between the fluttering eyelashes. Alpha wanted to step forward to take the score paper with red ears, but when he saw it, he froze in place, reluctant to move his eyes.

Xie Xian claims to be a person with a passion for music. Since he was a child, he has been throwing rhetoric around with his guitar on his back, and to this day, his love for music has only increased.

The restrained Yin Zhezhi was different.

He seldom expresses his love, what he likes comes from his bones.

You don't need to talk to him at all, the fiery emotions can be seen in words and deeds.

To untie the strings, you have to hold a guitar to inspire rock and roll feelings, but Yin Zhezhi only needs a pen and a page of paper.

The love song that Xie Xian exhausted a few sleepless nights is now being carefully written by Yin Zhezhi on his lap.

Although Alpha never thought of letting Yin Zhezhi hear this song, he had to admit that his own song was like the dragon that lacked eyes, eager for one person to get ink dots on both eyes.

Perhaps this is the reason why he was not willing to tear up the score no matter how desperate he was.

No matter how stubborn he was, in a small corner of his heart, he always hoped that Yin Zhezhi could hear this song.

Hearing his awkward liking, hearing the deep affection that cannot be expressed in words.

Yin Zhezhi hummed the melody, and his whole heart softened into cotton candy. He smelled Alpha's breath and didn't look up.

He waved slightly, and Alpha obediently came over.

Yin Zhezhi thought that the other party would be depressed for a while because of the discovery of his little secret, or expressed his relief at him taking the initiative to write lyrics in a roundabout way.

He guessed wrong.

The first sentence Xie Xian squatted down was: "It's cold on the ground, go to bed and write."

Immediately, he poked into the armpits on both sides of Omega decisively, and erected Yin Zhezhi who couldn't dodge in time.

Yin Zhezhi grabbed the pen with one hand and the music paper with the other, raised both hands half-raised, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "How can you be so delicate."

"You're not squeamish, I'm squeamish. I see that if you don't cherish your body, something is wrong with you." Jie Xian sighed, and straightened the Omega, "I'm pregnant with a baby, can you care more about your body?"

Yin Zhezhi couldn't bear Alpha's soft words the most.

He straightened up his slippers, rubbed his ears, and distorted the facts to cover up his embarrassment: "Oh, so you said that for the sake of the baby."

"Aren't you my baby too?" Jie Xian couldn't help laughing.

As soon as Xie Xian mentioned this nickname, Omega remembered the scene on the bed, and immediately clamped his legs.

After all, she is an Omega who is pregnant with a child, so she can't be overindulged.

He gripped the manuscript paper tightly, memorized the melody repeatedly in his head, and barely returned to the state of pure heart and asceticism.

Untwisting failed to notice the abnormality of Omega.

He patted Omega's buttocks twice, bent down to pick up the score paper scattered on the floor, and muttered: "You have to go back to the bedroom if you have a small temper, I will not accompany you to sit here and catch the cold."

The big baby obediently got into bed with the little baby in his arms.

Xie Xian set up a pillow for him, covered him with an air-conditioning quilt, and then thoughtfully brought a lazy table and placed it in front of him.

After finishing all this, Alpha also thoughtfully laid out the paper and plugged the pen for the other party, and finally went to bed and half leaned against the head of the bed, tilting his head and looking brightly, waiting for the whole process of the young talent's lyrics.

Yin Zhezhi: "..."

"Leader, you're like this... I'm under a lot of pressure." Yin Zhezhi carefully considered every word, for fear that which sentence would cause Alpha to fail to understand, and make more weird moves, "Creators need a quiet and independent creative space, you know. "

Xie Xian frowned at the sound.

He took out a part of the phone, thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and put the phone on the far cabinet.

He grabbed a pen and paper, leaned over and wrote awkwardly: I promise, I won't say a word!

Yin Zhezhi looked at the insolent exclamation mark, feeling a little tired.

He seems to have some communication barriers with Alpha recently.

Ever since Alpha found out that he was about to become a father, his brain circuit has become three-way and eighteen-way, Yin Zhezhi can't catch up with his way of thinking even in a rocket.

Yin Zhezhi raised his hand and gently pinched the center of his brows, glanced at Jianxian and wrote with a "shasha": You can treat me as a carrot, it's okay.

Yin Zhezhi turned his head silently, looked into those eyes full of hope, and the little deer in his heart revived for another three seconds.

In fact, Alpha's overly cautious appearance is quite...cute.

"It's in the way, why not?" Yin Zhezhi smiled.

I don't know if it is affected by pregnancy hormones, but he seems to be more and more honest recently: "You are a carrot, and I am a rabbit spirit. I have to be the kind who has been hungry for three days and three nights."

He originally wanted to praise his lover's beauty and food on a whim, but Alpha, who has been hungry and thirsty for many days, can easily get it wrong.

"...Baby." Jie Xian asked hoarsely, "Are you implying that I haven't fed you for too long?"