Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

The three-dimensional work is indeed a bit busy, and I feel very tired.After stumbling and stopping for half a year, the update resumed, thank you for not giving up.I hope you don't worry and have fun every day.

When Song Mi woke up, she vaguely heard the sound of water flowing from the pipe.To be precise, it should be that someone turned on the faucet, so the tap water passed through the pipe, making a trivial sound while running.

There was no one else in the house, and he might have overheard the lives of the neighbors.

He suddenly recalled things from his childhood.

When he was a child, he was obsessed with running in the sun. When he was tired from running, he would fall back on the sofa and close his eyes to sleep peacefully.After waking up, the sweaty clothes have been changed, and the body is clean and dry. The sound of kitchen knives falling on the cutting board can be faintly heard in the kitchen.

It seems that after a while, the mother-in-law will open the door and call him to eat.

He closed his eyes tiredly, and by the sound of the water flowing in the neighbor's house, he let himself sink into the chaos where the past and reality intersect, praying for a moment of tired peace.

The door was pushed open, and someone said softly, "Song Mi, are you awake? Get up and have something to eat."

It's strange how this person's voice resembles Yan Qinghe's.

Probably because of the backlight, he couldn't see that person's face clearly, but only remembered that the setting sun had set a warm gold border on that person.

Song Mi got out of bed with a sleepy image of just waking up, and when she stood up, she felt a kind of weightlessness when swimming ashore.When his bare toes touched the cold floor, he returned to his soul because of the too real coldness and hardness.

Walking out of the room, I saw the windbreaker on the balcony.The khaki windbreaker showed a darker color than usual because it was wet with water, probably because it had been washed, it didn't look so flat, crumpled, pitted, like a ball of crumpled paper.

That was Yan Qinghe's windbreaker.Song Mi suddenly remembered what she had done to it.Turning his head to the side, there was a pair of scrubbed black underwear hanging beside the windbreaker.He suddenly felt his whole body start to stiffen.He lowered his head, only to find that his underwear had been changed.

At this moment, his thinking seemed to be paused.

But the perpetrator came out of the kitchen wearing a close-fitting black high-necked long-sleeved T-shirt and a cream-yellow apron, with a gentle smile on his face.

Soon, his smile froze for a second, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Song Mi, put on your shoes."

Seeing that Song Mi was still not moving, the man picked him up and put him back on the bed. Song Mi's brain was instantly overloaded by the weightlessness of being carried, and her voice was a little hoarse because she hadn't spoken for a long time: "Your legs..."

Yan Qinghe touched Song Mi's icy soles with his warm palm, and gently put a cotton sock on him.

"Song Mi, I am an Alpha."

His voice sounded like a sigh.

Song Mi's heart was flustered, his lips were drawn into a straight line, and he twitched his feet: "I will do it myself."

Yan Qinghe didn't answer, but clenched his bare feet even tighter, and put on another cotton sock involuntarily.

The soles of the feet were hot, and Song Mi looked down at the top of the man's head, thinking that his raised hair looked like the golden tentacles of a butterfly.

"Are you hungry? I made porridge, do you want some?" Yan Qinghe rubbed the soles of Song Mi's feet unintentionally, and slowly stood up.

Song Mi looked at the wrinkles on his body due to squatting down, and thought of the crumpled windbreaker on the balcony: "...Sorry."

Yan Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and left as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't hear what he said: "I'll bring you the porridge."

It is porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, which has a slight salty taste. There are light oily flowers and green onions of uniform length on the rice-white porridge, which makes people appetite.

Song Mi took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. It was very fragrant. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

"It's okay, it happened suddenly." Yan Qinghe's casual smile was not warm.

"Next time I'll prepare an inhibitor, so I'll trouble you." The porridge in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.

The two were relatively speechless, and after sitting quietly for a while, Yan Qinghe sighed, "I'll go out and buy medicine for you."

After speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Song Mi to answer. He walked a little fast, and soon Song Mi heard the sound of closing the door.

Thinking of Yan Qinghe's leaving back, Song Mi noticed that his legs had completely healed.

It may be useless to him...

Perhaps in less than a year, Yan Qinghe will be able to leave completely, let alone such a thing happened this time.

Someone like Yan Qinghe who loves cleanliness might feel disgusted.

Song Mi was glad that the other party didn't know about his shady emotions, otherwise he would have no way to argue whether the incident happened suddenly or deliberately.

Now he was the only one left in the room, and it was eerily quiet. Song Mi sat there for a while before remembering to check her phone.

After waking up for so long, he still doesn't know what time it is.

The phone had been turned off for a long time, he plugged it in and charged it for a while before the screen slowly lit up.

He swiped back and forth with his mobile phone, not knowing what to look at. The WeChat screen of his mobile phone was full of shocking little red dots, but he didn't want to open any of them. After a while, he quit WeChat and called Qin Yu. .

"What's the matter? Call me at this time."

"I'm in high fever."

After a burst of chaos, Qin Yu's voice was rarely serious: "Have you taken the inhibitor? Are you okay now? I'll find the nearest flight and ask the assistant to take you home and lock the door."

The high heat ratio of S-level Omega is always extremely difficult.

"No need, it's over..."

Qin Yu became more serious when she heard the words: "Song Mi, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"I..." Song Mi closed her eyes, "Someone helped me get through this heat."

"He forced you?" Qin Yu's voice could almost drop ice scum.

"No, he just happened to come to me, just met...he didn't touch me."

"...That's good," Qin Yu obviously breathed a sigh of relief, "Who is that person? What? Like him?"

The two soft words completely crushed Song Mi, he felt a little hard to breathe, remembering the back of the other party leaving, Song Mi tightly gripped the phone, his fingertips turned white.

"He's fine, I don't like him." He seemed to be answering Qin Yu's teasing, but also seemed to be convincing himself, "I'm fine, you don't need to come back."

"It's okay, I'm almost done with my business here in S City, I'll be right back."

Song Mi hung up the phone, only to hear Yan Qinghe's voice knocking on the bedroom door: "Song Mi, the medicine is ready, can you come in."

Song Mi didn't hear Yan Qinghe's return at all.