a ruthless beta

The dignified prince who works with Pluto suddenly shed tears on the street of Shixiu Xing. If other people see it, it will definitely be in the headlines tomorrow.

Not only Wen Ya himself, but also Jing Yiyan standing in front of Wen Ya.

Jing Yiyan hurriedly covered Wen Ya's head with his coat, and looked numbly at the guards behind Wen Ya with inexplicable expressions.

"You guys go back first." He said, "His Royal Highness and I have other things to do now."

The guards frowned and glanced at Jing Yiyan, hesitating and didn't move.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for them to listen to him.

but.

For some reason, Jing Yiyan's tone and words made them inexplicably...want to surrender and obey orders.

Seeing the guards standing still, Jing Yiyan could only turn to look at Wen Ya.

But now the crow's head was covered by the coat, so he couldn't see his face.

He had no choice but to lift a corner of the coat, moved closer, raised his eyes to see the tears in the coat, and after being covered with the coat, Wen Ya, whose expression became more and more aggrieved, said: "Speak."

The breath is approaching, and the breath blends together.

But Wen Ya felt even more aggrieved.

When he thought about how he had lived these days and how ruthless he was to him, his eyelids drooped, his eyelashes were wet with tears, and they were all connected together.

Crystal tears kept sliding down his delicate fair cheeks.

Wen Ya's eyes were red, and she cried silently.

After a long while, Wen Ya reluctantly opened his mouth with a hint of crying, "What did you say?"

Jing Yiyan felt a headache deeply.

He patiently explained: "The way you are now, you can't let outsiders see."

"Why?" Wen Ya asked in a muffled voice.

"If you don't want to bear the headlines on this face tomorrow." Jing Yiyan replied.

At this moment, Wen Ya seems to have lost his normal thinking ability, lost his former rationality and sobriety.

Wen Ya heard Jing Yiyan's answer and understood it.

His voice choked, and he became even more depressed and aggrieved, "So...do you think I'm ugly now?"

"..."

Unable to have a normal conversation.

Jing Yiyan scowled, and the expression on his face also became extremely tough and cold.

Almost in an orderly tone, Jing Yi said, "Let them go back."

Wen Ya was silent.

He was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Go back, you don't need to follow anymore."

The guards cast a hesitant look at Jing Yiyan and Wen Ya, answered yes, stepped back slowly, turned and left.

After the guards left, Jing Yiyan grabbed Wen Ya's wrist and took him to a remote corner.

In the corner, he took off the coat on the crow's head.

Taking off his coat, he saw Wen Ya still weeping silently, as if extremely sad.

Jing Yiyan had even more headaches: "Don't cry, what are you crying for?"

Wen Ya ignored it.

He asked again, "Where is His Highness's handkerchief?"

Only then did Wen Ya open his lips, and said in a muffled voice, "In the pocket."

Jing Yiyan immediately reached out, reached into Wen Ya's jacket pocket, rummaged through it, and soon found a silk handkerchief embroidered with gold trim.

He took out the silk handkerchief, and immediately handed it over, motioning for the other party to wipe away the tears on his face.

Wen Ya didn't answer and turned a blind eye.

As if in a fit of anger, he turned a blind eye to Jing Yiyan, ignored him, and wept silently on his own.

Jing Yiyan looked at his appearance, and slowly put back the handkerchief in his hand.

He asked lightly: "I don't seem to have said that I hate Your Highness."

This time, Wen Ya finally responded, and said in a muffled voice, "Well, you didn't say it, you just... told me with your actions."

Seeing Wen Ya's aggrieved and pitiful expression, Jing Yiyan's heart moved slightly, and he didn't immediately deny it, but asked instead: "I hate this matter of His Highness, so it makes His Highness so sad?"

Wen Ya didn't return.

He didn't answer, but his expression became darker.

Wen Ya was crying, and asked with some despair: "I don't expect you to like me right now... What should I do so that you don't hate me?"

Jing Yiyan really didn't understand.

He looked complicated, "What do you like about me?"

"I don't know." Wen Ya twitched the corners of his mouth and replied with a bleak smile, "...I want to know the answer too."

Jing Yiyan was silent, and took a step back.

Until now, he totally figured it out.

"That omega fiancée is fake, right?" Jing Yi said calmly and with great certainty.

"...Mmm." Wen Ya was silent for a moment again, and admitted.

"reason."

"Isn't this what you want to see?" Wen Crow's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Jing Yi was speechless, unable to deny it.

He didn't speak again, and Wen Ya didn't speak either.

The alley was extremely quiet for a while.

The quiet fragrance of roses flows in the alley, smelling this fragrance of flowers, Wen Ya only feels more and more desperate.

Hopeless despair.

What's even more desperate is that the other party is a ba, who can't smell his pheromones, let alone perceive how depressed and depressed his pheromones are, full of despair.

During this period of time, Wen Ya even once despicably thought that it would be great if Jing Yiyan was an omega. When his estrus comes, as long as he is permanently marked, Jing Yiyan will never be able to leave again.

Even if I still feel disgusted and disgusted in my heart, as soon as the estrus comes, my body will never be able to leave him for half a step.

But Jing Yiyan is not an omega.

His rationality prevented him from doing such a thing.

The more she thought about it, the more desperate she became, Wen Ya closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears.

He had never cried before.

But recently, for some reason, I couldn't hold back my tears.

"You don't have to worry about me." Wen Ya said hoarsely, with red eyes, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Jing Yiyan didn't move.

He stood on the spot, staring at Wen Ya fixedly, his eyes became more and more complicated.

"Do you... like me so much?" He asked.

Wen Ya pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

"...um." There was a muffled sound.

Jing Yiyan didn't speak any more.

After Wen Ya finished speaking, he said calmly: "Let's go, it's getting late."

Jing Yi replied, "Wait."

Wen Ya paused.

Jing Yiyan: "Stretch out your hand."

Wen Ya glanced at him inexplicably, then stretched out his hand hesitantly.

Then, Jing Yiyan stretched out his hand, tentatively, and gently pinched Wen Ya's fingers.

The more intimate actions have clearly been done, and they even lay on the same bed together. Wen Ya is not an innocent person, but now, for some reason, Jing Yiyan just pinched her gently. When he pressed his finger, his face immediately turned red.

The tears also stopped at once.

"...What are you doing?" Wen Ya didn't dare to move, his body stiffened, and asked in a low voice.

Jing Yiyan frowned, and said to himself: "It doesn't seem so annoying..."

"Huh?" Wen Ya thought he had heard wrong, and asked subconsciously.

Jing Yiyan didn't reply.

While Jing Yiyan was talking to himself, he suddenly grabbed Wen Ya's hand.

Wen Ya was caught off guard and felt even more inexplicable.

At the same time, his face became more and more red, and his voice became stuttering.

"What, what's wrong?"

"It doesn't seem to be very annoying." Jing Yi said.

"Huh? What?"

"Okay, then try it."

"...Huh?" Wen Ya was at a loss.

Jing Yiyan grabbed Wen Ya's hand and shook it.

His face was slumped, serious.

"Congratulations." Jing Yi said, "You now have a boyfriend."

"Hmm... huh??" Wen Ya was stunned.

"Of course, you don't have to." He said slowly.

Almost a subconscious reaction, Wen Ya was shocked, and replied without hesitation: "I want it!"

After Wen Ya finished saying this, he finally realized what happened just now.

His mind went blank for a moment.

After reacting, Wen Ya's tears fell again almost uncontrollably. While crying, he held his hand aggrievedly, choked up and whispered, "You...you are not allowed to go back on your word."

Jing Yiyan hummed, then said again with a headache: "Don't cry."

Wen Ya was so out of breath from crying that he couldn't hear anything else at all.

Jing Yiyan hesitated for a while, opened his arms, and said to Wen Ya: "... give you a hug, stop crying?"

Wen Ya immediately hugged Jing Yiyan into his arms.

He hugged her tightly and buried his head into his neck.

Jing Yiyan had a dull face, with a helpless expression.

... What can I do if my boyfriend loves to cry so much? Is there a way to cure it?

The author has something to say: This book should not exceed 70 chapters.

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