Major General's Omega is Gorgeous

Lu Qiao was carried all the way back to the dormitory by Lance.

Lance's dormitory is no different from other soldiers, it is also small, simple, clean and well-organized.

He looked at all of this curiously, greedily feeling the ubiquitous presence of Lance in this small space.

The smell of absinthe, once nowhere to be found, only to haunt him in the empty room, now seemed palpable.

Quilts, pillows, coats, and even water glasses.

He threw himself on the single bed, leaned up and looked at Lance.

There is no need to say anything else, the waistline half-hidden by the corner of the clothes is an invitation.

There is nothing better than the style.

Lance suddenly remembered a scene from a long time ago.The ends of Lu Qiao's eyes were moist, and she breathed in softly, but she did not want to be outdone at all. She looked straight at him with her beautiful eyes, which was extremely seductive.

"I'm not afraid of pain." He straightened his waist and put his arms around Lance, smiling lowly, "I started practicing Jiu-Jitsu when I was six years old."

Then he twisted very slightly, "Anything else you want to try?"

It's just maddening.

At that time, Lance should have been so excited that he was going crazy.

If we say, Lu Qiao's methods were still a little immature at that time.

Then after marriage, he is like a rose soaked with morning dew, full of desire to drip.

more attractive.

What's more, the time they have been apart is too long, so long that every time they meet, they should be unable to control themselves.

But now is not the time.

He could not accept this suggestive invitation.

Lance let out a breath.

He walked to the edge of the bed and touched Lu Qiao's head.

"Rest for a while, I'll be back after night training."

Lu Qiao opened her eyes wide.

He was rejected again...?

Being rejected on this kind of thing is the top three things that Lu Qiao hates the most.

It feels like the most basic charm of being an Omega has been rejected by one's own partner.

It's outrageous, it's disgusting!

However, Lance kept his word and strictly abided by the routine of the soldiers.It's not like Lu Qiao was rejected once or twice just now - he used to watch Lance hug him and zip him up, and then go straight into the mecha.

what else can we do?

Lance, who trained hard, also moved his heart.

Especially drenched in sweat after training... well, he gulped.

"Then when are you coming back?"

"Training is over at ten o'clock." Lance looked at the wall clock, there are still 10 minutes to start, "I will train more at this time in the future, and I may not be able to accompany you."

Oh, it turned out that it was already an exception to come out to pick him up today.

Lu Qiao curled her lips, but without speaking, she saw Lance striding out.

He hugged the pillow and rolled over.

Because of the foundation of jujitsu, combined with the lines that have been tempered all the year round, it looks very beautiful.

Then wait.

You can't lie in Lance's arms, it's not bad to lie in Lance's pheromone.

There was nothing new around, and the furnishings were simple to the point of shabby, but he was looking around the room with great interest, like an animal patrolling its own territory.

Clean and bright, neat and tidy--Lance's style.

He suddenly stopped looking.

There is a pot of flowers on the windowsill.

The flower pot is not fancy, cylindrical, and the bottle body is a shade of blue.

When will Lance plant flowers?

He doesn't remember Lance having this hobby.

No, he bet Lance would never spend energy on such things as growing flowers.

The gardens at their home were planned by him with great interest, and he watched the garden system break ground and planted. All Lance did was carry him back from the garden every day.

When he was around, Lance refused to help him plant flowers.

"You just pick it yourself, you can call any flower."

"No," he threw himself into Lance's arms abruptly, "help me see, stay with me."

"..." Lance raised the optical brain in his hand, "I don't have time now, really."

"Or I'll accompany you to the training ground later." Lance looked at the disappointed Lu Qiao, and changed the subject without changing his face. "Didn't you say you wanted to see my mecha last time?"

Lu Qiao is 100% sure that Lance has no interest in flowers.

Not only that.

He fixed his eyes on the swaying clusters of small flowers on the flowerpot.

Blue-purple, like a string of wind chimes.It's a bluebell.

Lu Qiao walked to the window sill and looked at the bunch of flowers.

Blue bell flower, the flower language is eternal fetters, or possessiveness, and jealousy.

If he remembers correctly...

Quinn's pheromone is the blue wind chime.

When he pursued Lance in high school, some people talked about him and Quinn together.

Blue wind chime and tuberose, the difference is too great.

Who goes better with absinthe?

At that time, Quinn and Lance were in the same class, and they were also at the top of the grade. Quinn still seemed to be interested in Lance.If he, Lu Qiao, hadn't stepped in, I'm afraid the two of them would be the hot topics of campus scandals.

Of course...it doesn't matter if it's blue or yellow, it's nothing in Lu Qiao's eyes.Is there a difference between bluebells and weeds?

Only he can make Lance addicted.

But now, this potted flower is very delicate.

Very out of place and very harsh.

Probably because we were separated for too long and were too sensitive.

Unexpectedly, there are times when he is suspicious.

He smiled and flicked the blue-purple petals.Unfortunately, he sharply saw a little red edge where the soil covered the edge of the flower pot.

Kind of like a seal.

Ok?

Lu Qiao casually pushed the soil away with a small stick.

It's a seal, and it's a personal seal, with a person's name imprinted in the red circle.

quinn.

The hour hand moved toward ten o'clock.

At 10:30, Lance has not returned.

He gets a message.

"There are additional meetings tonight."

eleven o'clock. 11:30.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was gently pushed open.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Lance's voice was hoarse, and he came over and hugged Lu Qiao from behind.

He looked at the light by the window from a distance, and knew that Lu Qiao was waiting for him.

Many nights, he came back to wash up alone, and no one waited for him to turn on the lights for a long time.

But this time, when he opened the door, he saw Lu Qiao sitting by the window, wearing a soft and silky nightgown, rubbing essential oil on the ends of his hair.

After the meeting, the lingering thoughts suddenly became lighter.

But when he thought about Lu Qiao's identity and the decision made at the meeting...Lance hugged Lu Qiao tightly.

"what is this?"

Lu Qiao ignored what Lance was thinking and asked directly.

"Flowers?" Lance heard the meaning of asking questions, but couldn't figure it out. "You should know more than me."

"Where is it?"

"The army's dormitory supplies are uniformly distributed by the Ministry of Life," Lance tried hard to recall the origin of this potted flower, "probably it was put up by some cultural construction activity."

When asked about flower pots at first glance, it can be seen that he is at a loss.

"what happened?"

Jojo doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Have you waited too long?" Lance didn't know why, so he kissed his hair, "Go and rest?"

Late at night.

"Just rest?"

He didn't answer Lance, but he didn't continue to dwell on this inexplicable question.He just closed his eyes and turned around to embrace Lance.

"It's a bit late."

"I am not sleepy."

This is a lie, Lu Qiao rubbed her eyes after speaking.

"There's no rush today." Lance patted his back.

"No." He didn't want to say any more, he was just stubborn, "Just today."

Of course he could see that Lance had something on his mind when he came back from the meeting.I also know it's late.

No, he doesn't care.

He's rarely willful with Lance, but no one wants him to back down tonight.

He pulled out of Lance's arms, sat by the window and took out his thermos, as if he suddenly remembered: "You don't have a condom here, do you?"

"No, there's no such thing in the army." Lance sounded relieved, "Didn't you bring it?"

"No," he whispered, "I don't want to."

"Then let's rest first." Lance said.

If you don't bring it with you, you won't be able to do it today.

Children... The birth of a child requires waiting.

Lance is not purely a soldier, he is also a politician.

Everything needs planning.All in all, it's not time for the child to show up.

"It's okay." He opened the thermos.

The bitter medicinal smell pervades.

"The pill," he ignored Lance's gaze, "I've been taking it for a month."

"...Don't worry, I won't be pregnant."

He tilted his head back and downed half the glass in Lance's face.

Lance took his hand.

"Distressed?" He stroked Lance's frown, perhaps because he had just taken the medicine, his voice was particularly hoarse, "Don't reject me if you feel distressed."

The remaining half cup of medicine was poured on the bright flowers.

The blue-purple soft petals with well-defined meridians were suddenly splashed into gray-black, lying limply in the soil.

The cup also rolled down.

Lance tried his best to taste the bitter taste left in Lu Qiao's mouth, and hurriedly kissed away the tears on his face.

Lu Qiao doesn't like to cry, but her tear glands are particularly developed when she is in bed.

However, today is a little bit over, not only developed, it is almost flooding Jinshan.

In every sense, not just tears.

At the critical moment, he suddenly stood up and tossed and turned the package beside the bed.

"Almost forgot about this."

In his hand was a piece of small blue pellets.

"It's only for alpha, just in case." His voice was like a sea monster in the deep sea, ghostly, with a strange temptation, like a question, like an invitation, "Shall I eat?"

It seemed that instead of birth control pills, he was holding an invitation to a grand ball.

Lance leaned over without hesitation, leaving a wet mark on his palm.

"Jojo, I forgot to bring it later, I'll take the medicine," Lance's voice was always so magnetic, "Don't take the medicine anymore."

No matter how safe it is, it is medicine.

What an alpha can do, shouldn't be done by an omega.

Lu Qiao closed her eyes.

In the end, he turned over and lay on Lance's chest with dimples on his mouth.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have given an injection," he muttered. "At the time, I thought five years was too long, but now it's been five years."

Implant needles for omega contraception, effective for five years.

Lance knew that Lu Qiao always had some special expectations for children.

This is the nature of Omega, and Lu Qiao never shy away from his nature.

But five years is not enough, not enough to have children.

It had to wait until Lance thought the time was right.For a family like theirs, children involve too many things to be so pure.

...In the final analysis, it was because he married Lance.As for any nobleman of the right family, Lu Qiao can do whatever he wants.

"No rush, I'll wait until that day." Lu Qiao closed her eyes, as if she felt Lance's complicated gaze, and comforted Lance in turn.

He murmured softly, "At that time, there will be little alpha, little Omega, little ba, our little dolls..."

The sweet lingering sound dissipated in the air.

He fell asleep.

Lance stared at him for a long time.

After a long time, he was distracted to turn on the optical brain and sign his name on several documents.

To be precise, it is a verdict and several investigation reports.

In the long speech, the word "Percy" is particularly conspicuous.

Lance turned off the optical brain, hugged Lu Qiao, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

He was still asleep, and his eyelashes trembled.

"sorry."

Lance moved his lips, but didn't say anything.

He knew better than anyone else that Lu Qiao didn't need to apologize.

Apologies are useless.

What should be done still has to be done, and he will not back down.

In their combination, contradictions are inherent, and astringency is always lurking under the sweetness.

Ambushes in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Lu Qiao babbled in his dreams, babbling, it was rare for him to have such a soft and obedient side during the day.

Lance was terribly soft-hearted.

Turn off the lights and go to sleep.