a ruthless beta

Jing Yiyan followed Wen Ya quietly, and after a while, she arrived at a room upstairs.

The room is clean and tidy, and the color scheme presents a cold, calm and elegant color scheme. There are many books and documents in the room, and there is no any decorative decoration at all. It can be seen that the owner of the room has no emotional appeal.

Jing Yiyan stood in the room and glanced around the room calmly, feeling a little puzzled in his heart.

Jing Yiyan: "...is this your room?"

Wen Ya: "Yes."

Jing Yiyan nodded, suddenly understood.

Then, he couldn't help but feel more doubts in his heart.

There's always something weird about it.

No matter what Wen Ya said, he is also His Royal Highness... Just bring him to his room, and there are so many documents in the room... Is it really appropriate?

He thought puzzledly.

What Jing Yiyan didn't know was that, in fact, at the location of the training ground just now, there was a changing room specially equipped for showering and washing.

In fact, he can take a shower and change clothes at the location of the training ground just now, as long as Wen Ya asks his servants to bring his clothes over, there is no need to come here at all.

Now Wen Ya specially took him to his room... obviously with selfish motives.

While Jing Yiyan was secretly wondering, Wen Ya took him to his clothes room.

Wen Ya's laundry room is even bigger than Jing Yiyan's dormitory.

Jing Yiyan stood in Wen Ya's clothes room, looking up at the expensive clothes in front of him, his eyes were a little dazzled.

The tall and slender Wen Ya stood quietly behind him.

Wen Ya's height is more than half a head taller than Jing Yiyan's. His eyes are half-drawn, and he is watching the cute hair on someone's head. His voice is calm and indifferent, "Which outfit you want to wear, choose yourself."

Jing Yiyan didn't have any outfits he wanted to wear.

In other words, he didn't dare to wear any suit, because he knew it was very expensive at first glance.

Jing Yiyan: "You choose."

Wen Ya was stunned for a moment, returning to his senses.

Unexpectedly, Jing Yiyan asked him to choose, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but bend.

There was a smile in Wen Ya's eyes, but the expression on his face was still calm.

He pretended to be calm and searched in the cloakroom. After searching around, he picked out a set of clothes that he most wanted someone to wear.

Wen Ya handed over the white suit that he had worn on serious occasions.

Afraid that he would be worried, he added another sentence specifically, "I only wore it once."

Jing Yiyan didn't hesitate much, and immediately reached out to take it, and said thank you very politely.

Seeing Jing Yiyan take it without hesitation, Wen Ya's heart couldn't help but waver again.

He kept a serious face on purpose, and continued, pretending to be serious: "The bathroom is on the left side behind you, and there are new towels and toiletries in it."

In the middle of speaking, his voice paused slightly, and an unnatural cherry pink color emerged from the roots of his ears.

Wen Ya's voice was two degrees lower than before, "If...you want to use my towel, it's fine."

Jing Yiyan didn't think much about it, and subconsciously thanked him politely again, and replied, "I see."

Of course, it was impossible for him to use Wen Ya's towel.

After thanking him, Jing Yiyan took the clothes in his hand, turned around and walked back into the bathroom.

Jing Yiyan turned and left, but the fragrance of roses on his body remained in the air, slowly permeating the room of Wen Ya.

Alphas have a strong sense of territory, and Crows are no exception.

As a high-level alpha, Wen Ya naturally has a stronger sense of territory than ordinary alphas.

Crow has always disliked the smell of other people in his own space.

Neither Duan Xizhao, nor even his father.

Once the scent of other people appears in one's own 'territory', even if it is only half contaminated, the crows can't help but feel resistance and disgust.

But now...

Smelling the faint fragrance of roses in the air, not only did Wen Ya not feel any resistance or disgust, but his heart became more and more turbulent.

Hearing the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom not far away, Wen Ya's mind was filled with almost uncontrollable fantasies.

He was thinking about some pictures chaotically in his mind, and the temperature at the base of his ears gradually rose.

But he was still unaware of his strangeness.

in the bathroom.

Jing Yiyan stood alone in the big and bright bathroom, the fog was thick, he followed the direction of the bathroom door, and looked towards the scene outside the bathroom.

...although the bathroom door was closed, he couldn't see anything.

Recalling Wen Ya's series of actions just now, he suddenly felt that Wen Ya didn't seem to be that annoying.

Jing Yiyan thought expressionlessly.

A quarter of an hour later, Jing Yiyan changed into the clothes that Wen Ya had chosen for him just now, and walked out of the bathroom.

...but he's only half dressed.

His coat was half open, and he walked out of the bathroom frowning. He lowered his head and struggled with the buttons of his coat with a tangled expression, as if he didn't quite understand how to fasten the buttons of his coat.

On the opposite side, Wen Ya raised his eyes.

Jing Yiyan had just walked out of the bathroom, and the dampness on his body hadn't dissipated yet. His eyelashes were wet and bright, with crystal water, making his eyes look extremely moist and clear for a moment.

Those incomparably moist eyes seemed as if they had just cried in the bathroom, looking at them incomparably charming and charming.

Wen Ya looked at Jing Yiyan's appearance at this moment, and his mind went blank for a moment.

But the more exciting thing is not here yet.

After Wen Ya's mind went blank for a moment, it took him a while to recover.

After finally regaining his senses, he didn't dare to look at someone's face again this time, so he abruptly moved his gaze away from someone's face, and then forced his gaze to fall on someone's white hands.

At this time, someone's white hands were in a 'fierce battle' with the buttons of his coat.

Looking in the direction of his hands, he saw that under his hands, someone's top was open, revealing his white collarbone and bare chest without any cover.

Wen Ya's brain froze instantly.

His mind went blank again, unable to think normally.

Wen Ya didn't dare to look at the rest of the places.

After regaining his senses again, he seemed to have accidentally seen something he shouldn't have seen. His ears were burning, and he was shocked, and quickly looked away like an electric shock.

Jing Yiyan 'battled' the buttons of the coat for a while, but in the end he still couldn't figure out how to button the coat.

Although he never liked to seek help from other people, this time he had to raise his head and ask Wen Ya for help.

Jing Yiyan frowned, with a tangled expression: "...How should I button this dress?"

Wen Ya pursed her lips, her heart beating like a drum.

After Jing Yiyan finished asking, the temperature at the base of his ears suddenly became hotter.

He still didn't dare to look at him.

Wen Ya didn't reply for a while.

When there was no answer, Jing Yiyan was puzzled, and asked again: "...Your Highness?"

The Crow took a long breath.

Afterwards, he closed his eyes, and mustered up the courage to open them again.

He pretended to be calm, looked at someone calmly, but said with some stuttering in his mouth: "You... come here, I'll help you wear it."

Wen Ya struggled for a long time just now, and finally mustered up the courage to say this sentence.

But the decision he made after struggling for a while was rejected by the other party without hesitation.

Jing Yiyan said without hesitation: "Thank you, no need, just tell me how to buckle."

Jing Yi's words fell, and Wen Ya suddenly felt inexplicably aggrieved.

With half-lidded eyes, he pursed his lips again, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll help you dress faster."

After Wen Ya finished speaking, this time Jing Yiyan finally told the real reason.

I saw him with a slumped face, and replied blankly: "I know, but I don't like being touched."

Wen Ya paused.

He recalled an image.

After the second elective history course of this semester, when he reached out to ask someone for his mobile phone to see what information he was looking for, at that time, their hands touched inadvertently.

At that time, the other party was startled, frowning and quickly retracted his hand.

At that time, because his attention was all on his mobile phone, he didn't care about it.

Thinking back carefully, from the beginning of school to the present, the other party has never had close physical contact with anyone.

Even Xia Qingning who has the best relationship with someone is just a little closer when they are walking side by side on the road.

It turns out... since then, I have told him that he doesn't like being touched by others.

Wen Ya couldn't help asking, "...why?"

Jing Yiyan's face was paralyzed, "There is no reason."

Wen Ya lowered his eyes, his heart was full of disappointment.

Nameless loss and depression.

But his face still didn't reveal the slightest bit of depressed emotion, he said lightly, so that's the case, and then with a calm expression, he told him the method of buttoning his clothes in incomparable detail.

Jing Yiyan listened carefully and followed suit.

A few minutes later, Jing Yiyan, who was finally dressed neatly, slowly rolled up the slightly longer sleeves and trousers. Arms, stand upright in place.

Seeing a certain ba who was fully dressed, Wen Ya couldn't help feeling slightly absent-minded.

really.

Just as good-looking as he had imagined.

A white formal suit embroidered with intricate patterns of white cranes was worn on someone, and someone who was half a head shorter than him now looked like a little prince.

his little prince.

Wen Ya thought quietly in his heart.

Jing Yiyan knew nothing about Wen Ya's mental activities. He thought of the clothes he had just changed, turned his head and subconsciously asked, "Are my clothes just put here? Or should I take them away now?"

Should he pack something up and go back to the dormitory to wash it by himself?

Jing Yiyan frowned and thought.

Hearing the crows, he came back to his senses.

Wen Ya replied indifferently: "Someone will come and take it later."

Jing suppressed his words.

Wen Ya looked up at the time, then said: "Let's go, it's time for dinner, we should go down."

Jing Yiyan hummed and followed.

On the way downstairs to the main hall, Wen Ya tentatively asked: "After dinner later, do you want to go to other places?"

Naturally, he leads the way.

Jing Yiyan refused again without hesitation, "Thank you Your Highness, no need, after dinner, Qingning and I will go back to the dormitory."

Wen Ya frowned, and subconsciously asked, "Aren't you going to stay here overnight?"

"No." Jing Yi replied, "It's too troublesome."

"What's the trouble?" Wen Ya asked.

"Everywhere is troublesome." Jing Yiyan's voice was cold and his expression was unmoved. He had clearly made up his mind, and it was difficult for others to shake his decision.

So Wen Ya stopped talking.

However, inexplicably, he felt even more aggrieved.

When she got downstairs, Rong Xueying saw Wen Ya and Jing Yiyan, and she was quite pleasantly surprised at the moment and said: "Just now I was thinking about why you two haven't come down from the top. Just after thinking about it, you two Here it is. Come, come and sit here, dinner will be ready soon."

The two walked towards Rong Xueying together, and then sat down respectively.

After Wen Ya took his seat first, he was planning to let someone sit beside him.

In the end, before he could open his mouth, someone sat very consciously opposite him, beside Xia Qingning.

Wen Ya glanced at someone with a resentful expression, then frowned, and looked at Xia Qingning who was next to him rather unhappily.

Suddenly receiving His Highness Wen Ya's cold gaze, Xia Qingning, who was sitting obediently on her seat, was at a loss, confused, and felt that she was so innocent.

He... he sat on the sofa and did nothing!

After the two sat down one by one, Rong Xueying's gaze almost subconsciously turned to Jing Yiyan who had changed into a 'new clothes', then covered her mouth, and said with a pleasant expression on her face: "Young students look really good in their clothes, like It looks like a little prince, but it's a pity that it's a little bigger..."

Jing Yiyan paused slightly, and replied: "His Royal Highness is overrated."

Beside, the resentment in Wen Ya's eyes faded a bit.

Of course it looked good, it was the clothes he specially chose for him.

Wen Ya thought proudly.

Rong Xueying covered her mouth and smiled lightly, seeing Jing Yiyan's neither arrogance nor impetuosity, neither flattering nor frightening, she felt even happier in her heart.

She said with a smile: "Where is the reputation, I am telling the truth."

Gossip is everyone's nature, and everyone cannot avoid it.

Even Queen Rong Xueying couldn't get away with it.

After Rong Xueying finished what she just said with a smile, she suddenly changed her tone, lowered her voice, and asked gossip, "Is there anyone you like in school now?"

After Rong Xueying finished speaking, Wen Ya and Xia Qingning subconsciously looked in Jing Yan's direction.

But Duan Xizhao and Wen Ying looked towards Wen Ya almost without thinking.

Under the curious eyes of Wen Ya and Xia Qingning, he slumped and replied quietly: "No."

Xia Qingning who couldn't eat the melon was disappointed.

Wen Ya felt lost, and breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

the other side.

Duan Xizhao sighed, feeling that Wen Ya still had such a day in his heart.

And Wen Ying frowned when he saw his son's disappointing appearance, and averted his gaze with some displeasure.

On Rong Xueying's side, after hearing Jing Yiyan's answer, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

But she quickly asked gossip again, "Then what is your ideal type? Is there an ideal type you like?"

After Rong Xueying finished asking, Wen Ya's heart that had just sank to the bottom of her heart immediately hung high again.

He has a serious expression and sits motionless on the sofa, but in fact his body has already tensed up nervously.

He quietly pricked up his ears, waiting for someone's answer.

Jing Yiyan thought for a moment, then frowned, "...I don't know, I never thought about it."

Wen Ya couldn't help being disappointed.

The author has something to say: the progress is a bit slow.

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