Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

Yesterday, the skin here was pink and blood-colored, which was more attractive.

Now there is only white, like milk, as if you can smell the sweet breath.

Actually, there is no smell in the dream, as if now, his blocking agent can eliminate all free pheromones in the air, and all the scents are just hallucinations.

Fu Xingxian's left hand slid down from the back of Wen Jing's head, and his fingers hooked around the neck, almost feeling the warmth radiating from that skin, and recalling the touch of the previous day.

In the end, they never met again.

"No blue, it's fine." Fu Xingxian turned his head and withdrew his hand, his voice a little hoarse, "Don't invite Alpha to look at your neck in the future."

"Why do you always like to educate me? Who doesn't have a neck, isn't it all the same?" Wen Jing raised his head unhappily, but saw Fu Xingxian frowned.

"What's wrong? Is your hand hurting again?" Wen Jing was suspicious, "Is there a wound?"

"No."

"Just swollen?"

"Ah."

Wen Jing took out his mobile phone and looked it up: "It's less than 24 hours, it should be an ice compress, you put your sleeves up, and I'll get you something."

The shaken soda is undrinkable, but he hasn't thrown it away yet, it's still in the refrigerator, just for recycling.

He ran to the kitchen and returned to the living room with some cans and towels.

Fu Xingxian had already got up, but his clothes were neat and tidy.

"What are you doing?"

"It's not very convenient." Fu Xing tugged at his sleeves, "I'm going back."

"The sleeves are too long and stretch your arms? Then take them off." Wen Jing put down the things in his hands on the coffee table, turned around and walked in front of Fu Xingxian, his eyes wandered over his chest and waist.

Fu Xingxian's whole body tensed up, and his voice was stern: "Wen Jing, what are you thinking?"

"I want to see what size you wear." Wen Jing gave him a strange look, "I can't let you take off your shirt and bare your back. AO is different."

He walked around the Alpha, entered the bedroom door behind him, and found a baggy white T-shirt.

"This is my largest home clothes. It's clean and you should be able to wear it. The bathroom is over there."

Wen Jing pushed Fu Xingxian: "Hurry up. If you don't give inspection or leave, I have the final say in my house."

The chairman thanked in a low voice with a sullen face, took the clothes and turned into the bathroom, slamming the door.

There is a faint milk smell in the small space, which stimulates the sensitive nerves.

Fu Xingxian picked up the T-shirt, only to smell the faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

All kinds of daily necessities in the bathroom are neatly arranged, and the pheromone comes from the white towels hanging on the horizontal bar.

It is said that he should not be able to smell this concentration of pheromone.

Fu Xingxian took out a small jar and applied some barrier agent to himself.

Wen Jing outside sat on the sofa, feeling a little regretful.

In fact, Alpha with such a good figure also wants to see his muscles... Forget it, he can use black technology to exercise his muscles after he leaves, and look at himself in the future!

The sky outside seemed a little gloomy.

He looked at the prepared towels and cans, and simulated the way of applying ice to his body.

The bathroom door opened.

"Let's go to the bedroom, there are..." Wen Jing raised his head, and got stuck in the middle of speaking.

Wearing clothes with cartoon patterns on Fu Xingxian did not make him look childish, but rather mature, a unique temperament between a boy and a man.

The short sleeves that were obviously loose on her body were stretched out to create a smooth and muscular silhouette, making her shoulders wide and her waist narrow.

This looming feeling is more intriguing than the direct exposure.

Fu Xingxian put his shirt beside the sofa: "What are you doing in the bedroom?"

Wen Jing's face was hot, and he lowered his head to pack his things: "The coffee table is too low, there is a computer desk in the bedroom, it's more comfortable to put your arms on."

He carried his things into the bedroom, put them down and waved his hands behind his back: "Come on, there is nothing shady, don't worry."

Fu Xingxian lowered his head to check himself.

Clothes are the right size, the smell of the barrier agent is strong, nothing wrong with it.

A small bedroom with a single bed, a gaming chair, a large computer desk, several hosts, and two side-by-side LCD screens of at least 30 inches.

There are many books in the bookcase next to it, which seem to be technical books, some of which are in original English.

There is also a cabinet on the first floor where there are many keyboards and a pair of sunglasses - this is what he was wearing when he saw Wen Jing for the first time.

"Sit!" Wen Jing adjusted the direction of the gaming chair, "You've helped me so many times, it's finally time for me to help you!"

He watched Fu Xing sit on it, carefully observed the bluish-purple bump wound in the redness, and touched his chin: "With all due respect, you don't look like you were hit, but you were beaten."

Fu Xingxian was expressionless.

Wen Jing grinned in embarrassment: "It's not funny, I'll wrap it up for you. It seems that saving me yesterday should be very dangerous, but it happened like this... Did you not deal with it?"

"I took care of it." But the smell of the medicine couldn't be hidden, so I didn't wipe it off today.

"Is it still so serious?" Wen Jing put Fu Xingxian's arm flat on the computer desk, picked up a towel and cold drink and began to wrap it around the man's arm, "This may be the most crude treatment you have ever experienced in your life , you have to cherish it."

Fu Xingxian didn't seem to be interested in such crude jokes, Wen Jing simply gave up on easing the atmosphere and concentrated on giving him cold compresses.

Hmm...careful and clumsy.

He was afraid of hurting people and wanted to wrap it up more firmly, but he couldn't do both.

Fu Xing cast down his eyes: "Don't worry, take your time."

Wen Jing's side profile is very good-looking, although the nose is not very high, but it is just right.

He wrinkled his nose and bit his lips like this when he was lying on the desk to write questions.It's just that the class is far away, so I can't see it so clearly, and I can't see the long eyelashes and the rosy bite marks on the lips.

10 minutes passed.

Wen Jing couldn't get the towels right no matter what, and tried several ways to tie them up but failed.

Before they knew it, the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer, and their small and pink ears were in front of them.

Fu Xingxian felt that he could smell that milky fragrance again.

It is said that he has just added the barrier agent, so it is impossible for this to happen.

He frowned and said, "You..."

"What!?" Wen Jing threw away the towel in his hand and jumped up, covering his ears with a frightened expression on his face, "Why are you talking into people's ears!"

Fu Xingxian: "You are too close."

Wen Jing: "Is there? How can I... hiss!"

He lowered his head and tentatively stepped on the ground with his right foot, his face wrinkled into a ball: "I sprained my ankle..."

Fu Xingxian: ...

"So careless." He sighed.

It was indeed the right decision not to let Wen Jing go home alone.

The teenager experiencing estrus for the first time, doesn't know how vulnerable Omega is in these few days.

Fu Xingxian pushed the towel on his arm aside, got up from the chair, squatted down, and gently pinched Wen Jing's ankle.

"let me see."

Wen Jing's calf was smooth and slender, with a long Achilles tendon, and his ankle looked fine.

Because the skin on the feet is always wearing sneakers and does not see the sun, it looks fairer than other skin tones. Only the toes and heels are pink and tender, with some blood.

Fu Xingxian pinched his foot and moved it slightly.

Wen Jingpa pulled the table: "Ahhh, lighten up!"

Fu Xingxian looked up at him, but what he saw was the smooth curve of Wen Jing's legs, extending into the loose leg of his sports shorts.

He lowered his head again, his voice was deep: "Don't bark."

Wen Jing:?

"Otherwise, what else is it called?"

Fu Xingxian: "I will think wrongly, I am a normal Alpha."

Wen Jing didn't understand what was wrong with this.

But the chairman said so, he still chose to shut up.

It's okay to stop calling.

"Ice compress, it should be much better tomorrow, maybe it will be fine." Fu Xingxian gently put his feet on the ground.

Wen Jing covered his mouth and let out a muffled snort with a pale face.

Fu Xingxian: ...

Calling or not calling does not seem to make much difference.

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