Suppress me, mark me [rebirth]

"What are you doing?"

Fingers curled and pinched Lu Chaosheng's chin, Wen Yanwan's lips moved slightly, feeling the moist coolness above, and secretly "tsk" in her heart.

He looked into Lu Chaosheng's eyes and asked him, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart

He is said to be a dog, but now he is really a puppy, the kind of puppy who is not yet an adult.

Staying awake most of the night, unexpectedly came to attack at night, really promising.

Without speaking, Lu Chaosheng just maintained this posture, looking down at Wen Yanwan from top to bottom.

He put his whole body on Wen Yanwan's body, clasped his hands on Wen Yanwan's shoulders, separated his knees, and knelt on both sides of Wen Yanwan's legs.

The lines from ankles to legs, waist and hips, back, and neck are smooth and graceful, full of youthful and thinness unique to young people.

There was no light, and the house was pitch black.

The foggy moonlight permeated through the mottled window, and all fell on the young man's thin back, covering his figure.

Wen Yanwan saw that the pair of familiar light-colored eyes were soaked by the moonlight, and a faint starlight lit up from the pupils, and then spread to the surroundings, illuminating the young man's delicate face.

The tip of the nose is straight, the eyebrows are clear and meaningful, and the fair skin is as translucent as jade, with a lustrous luster like creamy fat.

As if falling into a deep pool of speechlessness, Wen Yanwan looked into the other's eyes, and was just so stunned until a sharp touch came from her lips again.

It's like being bitten by a small animal. It doesn't hurt, but itches a bit.

"Kiss you." Lu Chaosheng said.

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head again, stretched her neck, trying to kiss Wen Yanwan's lips.

"Hiss, wait, wait..." Wen Yanwan tilted her head to block his kiss with difficulty.

Shaking his jaw again, Wen Yanwan looked at him in the moonlight for a moment.

Seeing that his eyes were clear, but not half drunk, he raised his eyebrows: "Are you sober?"

Not allowing the kiss, Lu Chaosheng simply buried his head in Wen Yanwan's shoulder.

The tip of the hair brushed against the tip of his nose, and the gas sprayed on the side of his neck while speaking, which was a little itchy.

"No, I'm drunk again."

Lu Chaosheng's voice was still cold, and when carefully discerned, it seemed to be entwined with an indistinct softness.

"Ok?"

"Drunk again," Lu Chaosheng whispered in his ear with a cool voice, "Kiss you, kiss you drunk."

"..."

Wen Yanwan obviously didn't drink, but Wen Yanwan felt that she was also a little drunk.

Standing up resolutely and using all his strength, Wen Yanwan pinned Lu Chaosheng under him.

The field of vision was reversed, and the positions of the two suddenly changed, and Lu Chaosheng lay on the soft pillow behind his head.

Foreheads touch each other, noses and breaths depend on each other, and the distance between lips is only a few feet away.

The pheromones overflowed from the glands unconsciously, and blended together naturally.

He raised his eyelashes and looked at the person above him.

Wen Yanwan's black hair was scattered in a mess, her eyebrows and eyes were soaked in moonlight, and the light in her eyes flowed like a deep pool, as if she wanted to attract the soul of a person into it.

The two looked at each other.

After a while, Wen Yanwan came to a conclusion: "It seems that you still remember what I said in the box."

He raised his eyebrows: "That's why you stayed up in the middle of the night and came here to attack at night?"

After being caught, Lu Chaosheng didn't blush, he said bluntly: "You said it yourself."

It's you, willing to accept.

Wen Yanwan smiled: "I only said let me think about it, but I didn't agree."

"..."

Lu Chaosheng frowned for a moment.

The distance between the two was too close, and all the expressions of the other party were fully exposed under the moonlight.

Wen Yanwan looked at it and almost laughed out loud, suddenly feeling like she was deliberately bullying others.

What's the matter, if you don't let me kiss you, you will feel wronged.

Her lips moved, Wen Yanwan was about to say something, to tease him again, but seeing the other party was silent for a long time, she suddenly took out her phone and quickly pressed her fingers twice.

Wen Yanwan was wondering, and the next second, he heard a text message from his mobile phone.

Swipe open the phone, it is a bank transfer reminder

At that moment, another 50 was added to his bank card.

Wen Yanwan: "..."

He almost forgot that there was still such a relationship between the two of them.

A complex feeling suddenly rose in my heart, and Wen Yanwan's face was weird for a moment.

After struggling for a while, he still said helplessly: "Do you have to do this?"

Lu Chaosheng was puzzled: "You don't like it?"

Don't you like money the most?

Why, are you unhappy?

Wen Yanwan wiped her face: "No, it's not a matter of liking or not..."

It's just that don't you think it's really not good to say this in the current atmosphere?

Feeling a little complicated inside, Wen Yanwan really couldn't laugh or cry when he saw his confused expression.

It turns out that his love of money has already become so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

After a long while, it seemed that he had finally compromised, and Wen Yanwan sighed helplessly.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Lu Chaosheng's jaw, and rubbed his fingertips on his skin a few times, making it moist and delicate.

He leaned over and kissed him softly.

When the soft lips touched, the two of them were slightly stunned at the same time.

Then they opened their mouths and kissed skillfully.

The smell of pheromone this time was gentler than ever before, as if soaked in warm spring water, Lu Chaosheng's spine softened.

He hugged Wen Yanwan's neck subconsciously, his beautiful neck raised, and with the movement of swallowing, his Adam's apple kept rolling, delicate and fragile.

The moonlight was faint, mottled flowing in from the window, splashing the boy's head and body.

Like melting honey, something invisible is slowly flowing in the night.

Starting with one heart, ending with another heart, and then gradually blending together.

The slender fingers shuttled slowly between Lu Chaosheng's hair, and the other hand released his chin, and turned to stroke his face and neck continuously.

Wen Yanwan kissed passionately, the overflowing tenderness and affection almost melted the night.

The air seemed to become tender/soft, and with the fusion of pheromones, it gradually turned into slender spider silk, tightly wrapping the overlapping figures of the two teenagers.

Tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter.

It wasn't until he couldn't bear the breath and couldn't exhale any more that he was finally willing to break away from the entanglement/entanglement.

The lips parted, and Wen Yanwan propped himself up a little.

He stretched out his hand and wiped off the crystals on Lu Chaosheng's lips, panting slightly: "Satisfied?"

The voice is deep, full of emotion and slightly hoarse.

Lu Chaosheng lay on his back on the bed, his arms still wrapped around Wen Yanwan's neck unconsciously.The lips are slightly open, red/swollen and hot from being rubbed, like a ripe fruit.

The corners of the eyes are red, and the complexion is also red. Against the fair skin, it is like splashed rouge, and the snow-white paper is smudged with a layer of red and magnificent.

Hearing Wen Yanwan's voice next to his ear, Lu Chaosheng's slightly dizzy brain was a little dazed, and after a long while, he slowly said "um".

The mist between the eyes dissipated, and the focus of the line of sight was restored.

Like a satisfied little animal, Lu Chaosheng licked his lips, as if aftertaste: "Satisfied."

So sweet.

he likes.

For some reason, Wen Yanwan looked at his slightly narrowed eyes because of comfort, and suddenly remembered a certain time before

Lu Chaosheng invited him to take a bath together, but he refused.

It was because of these clear eyes.

Beautiful and cold.

It seems that no matter when, it will always be as bright and clean as the moonlight, and it will not touch the expression easily.

At that time, he thought that Lu Chaosheng treated him just like himself, and it was a simple money transaction.

How did you know that you just depended on him?

I muttered in my heart, but I didn't know that my eyes were so soft that they were about to drip water.

Turning over and lying on her side, Wen Yanwan supported her head with her hands and pinched Lu Chaosheng's cheek.

"Satisfied, should I go back to sleep, huh?"

"No, I want to sleep here."

"Ok?"

Lu Chaosheng glanced at him, then suddenly hugged his waist forward, and lifted the quilt to cover the two of them.

Closing his eyes, he said in a strong tone, "Sleeping."

Wen Yanwan: "..."

This really depends on it.

Pushing aside the quilt covering Lu Chaosheng's face, he rubbed his hair buried on his chest.

Wen Yanwan sighed: "Go back to sleep, huh?"

"Do not."

"go back?"

"Do not."

"..."

The topic is deadlocked.

Wen Yanwan paused for a short while, and was thinking about packing him up and taking him back to his room, when he heard Lu Chaosheng's voice suddenly.

He seemed not sure, his tone was a little hesitant and a little confused.

"Then I... transfer the money to you again?"

"..." For some reason, Wen Yanwan's expression was extremely difficult to distinguish for a moment.

At this moment, he especially wanted to knock on Lu Chaosheng's little head, to hear if there was only the "clang" sound of money colliding inside.

Transfer, transfer, transfer.

Besides these two words, can you say anything else?

Which funder is so stupid, rushing to give money to people all day long, people forget, and he reminds him specially, for fear that he will give less money.

If Lu Chaosheng could hear Wen Yanwan's voice, he would definitely answer

No, it's not that he can only say the word "transfer", it's that he only has two things in his heart.

One, named "A Yan".

One is called "A Yan's Favorite Things".

As long as Ah Yan likes it, he will send it to him one by one without leaving anything behind.

Money is just one of them.

However, Lu Chaosheng didn't know that for Wen Yanwan now, his position in his heart had far surpassed money itself.

What's more, even Wen Yanwan himself didn't notice this matter.

So, the two fools just kept their eyes open, you stared at me, I stared at you, silent to each other.

After a while, Wen Yanwan sighed.

All right, he lost, if this continues, no one will be able to sleep.

As if finally compromised, Wen Yanwan tucked the quilts on the two of them again.

Rubbing Lu Chaosheng's hair as if venting, Wen Yanwan lay down again and sighed: "Go to sleep."

Close your eyes.

The room fell silent.

After a while, suddenly, there was a soft voice in my ear

"I don't have a fiancé."

"Ok?"

Wen Yanwan raised her lower eyelids.

"I don't have a fiancé," Lu Chaosheng's cool voice sounded in the darkness, as thin as the moon, as if it blended into the night, "When I was young, my family thought I would split into an Omega, and it just so happened that the young master of the Fu family was predicted to be an Alpha, so The Lu and Fu families made a verbal engagement until I was 12 years old, when I became an Alpha, and the marriage was over."

He emphasized, with a cold tone: "Fu Jingming and I have never had any relationship."

Wen Yanwan didn't speak, and after a long time, his body moved slowly.

"I see."

Stretching out her hand to embrace the cool body of the other party, Wen Yanwan pressed her chin against the top of Lu Chaosheng's head, her lips brushed across the tip of her hair, as if to drop a kiss.

Wen Yanwan caressed his hair and sighed: "I see, go to sleep..."

"..."

"Ah."

Lu Chaosheng closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Wen Yanwan's waist, and buried his face in his chest.

Take a deep breath, full of sweet taste, very joyful.

his.

he likes.

……

The room fell silent again.

His field of vision fell into darkness, but his thoughts could not help but fly back to a few minutes ago.

Wen Yanwan sighed in her heart.

Emotions are such a complicated thing.

At the beginning, Wen Yanwan rejected Lu Chaosheng because he was too calm, but now he got the other party's confusion and fascination, but he was timid and didn't dare to go any further.

What exactly does he want?

What can he have?

Is he really, worth having?

Feeling the soft body in her arms, Wen Yanwan's breathing gradually slowed down, and her brain sank into a daze.

In his sleep, he felt like an orphan floating on the sea, and the waves rolled over his body, and he swayed and fell, helpless.

With the sea breeze blowing by, the light smell brushed the tip of his nose vaguely.

That is the siren's singing, after the ultimate temptation and the ultimate beauty, there is only the eternal ending of sinking on the rocks and falling into the abyss.

he does not know.

Or, he already knew.

Obviously already trapped, obviously unable to extricate himself, but still stubbornly holding that thin barrier.

It seems that only in this way can I barely get a so-called sense of security.

Obviously, it can be broken with just one kick.

Obviously, it's just self-deception.