Interstellar Strongest Omega

Lan Yu looked in the direction of Ling Zhan's finger, a bit unable to believe that the man in front of him would do such a thing, but he suddenly remembered the scene where Ling Zhan demolished the wall... It seems that he can't do it.

In short, Lan Yu was still a little hard to accept, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he suddenly asked, "How many floors did you get out of?"

Ling Zhan blurted out: "The 28th floor."

Lan Yu imagined a certain height, his body trembled, and he raised his hand to pat Ling Zhan's arm. For a while, he suspected that this person was a soul, but the real touch didn't look like it. ,Miracle!"

"・・・"

Ling Zhan obviously didn't expect Lan Yu to say that, his face darkened, he grabbed his wrists and pressed them against the wall, stared into his eyes in the dark, and asked with a bit of a joke: "Curse me What about it? Or, do you want to wait for me to fall to my death before finding the next one?"

"How could it be?" Lan Yu looked up at him, her beautiful neck stretched out gracefully: "I haven't managed to eat this appointment yet."

"・・・"

In Ling Zhan's impression, Omegas are relatively shy, and Lan Yu's straightforwardness and boldness obviously exceeded his expectations.Perhaps, he should have known a long time ago that Lan Yu cannot be defined and will always bring unexpected shocks to people.

For example, now, after Lan Yu finished saying this, he actually took the initiative to kiss her.

Lan Yu's initial goal was not Ling Zhan's lips suitable for kissing, but the other party's Adam's apple, which was pressed again and again, like feathers lightly tapped, and finally imprinted on the other's lips, not in a hurry, but like a cautious temptation.

After approaching, Lan Yu found that Ling Zhan's body was stained with a sense of travel and dust that could not be ignored, and the lingering air-conditioning lingered all over his body, as well as a deeper sense of dampness.

This sudden kiss made Ling Zhan panic for a moment, and when he recovered, he regained the initiative that should have belonged to him almost instantly.

Ling Zhan let go of Lan Yu's wrist and imprisoned him in another way. His fingers squeezed between Lan Yu's fingers forcefully, not forgetting to instruct Lan Yu on how to exchange pheromones with each other.

The moonlight passed through the window panes, dimly illuminating the dark room, and printed two fuzzy outlines on the floor, giving people the feeling of ribbons entangled in the wind. The separation and separation will eventually be caused by the wind. Next re-entangled.

In the dead of night, I don't know which poor person is still awake, there is a sound of small footsteps, from far to near.

At that moment, Lan Yu was a little nervous. He was afraid that the other party would break into the door at this moment, so like a self-deceiving idiot, he put his arms on his forehead and slid down a little to cover his eyes.

As long as he can't see, he really can't see anything... But Lan Yu soon discovered that covering his eyes is not enough, he should cover his ears as well, but his hands and feet are all closed Not quite enough.

Seeing Lan Yu's reaction, Ling Zhan couldn't help laughing. His voice was deep in his throat, low and deep, but it was still clear at night.

After the footsteps faded away, Lan Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief before continuing to study seriously how to exchange pheromones with the person he likes.

Lan Yu's heartbeat gradually lost control.

At this time, the night wind outside the window was blowing one after another, rustling the leaves, which invisibly gave people a feeling of coolness, but he felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling and burning.

At that moment, Lan Yu felt that he was a water vapor floating in the air, being continuously heated by people, and it was already the next day when he regrouped and solidified again.

The morning light, like last night's moonlight, quietly cut in from the window edge, but the outline printed on the ground became a single figure, but it did not look lonely.

Lan Yu stared at the white ceiling for a long time unable to regain his senses, and suddenly felt a little unbelievable.He even felt that his nerves were secretly controlled by someone at a certain moment of the night, and everything was out of his control, or it was an uncontrollable impulse...

Suddenly, the communicator he placed next to his pillow vibrated, and Ling Zhan calculated the time when he would wake up. Through special technology, he broke the signal shield and sent him a message.

[I adjusted the medicated bath in the bathroom, remember to soak for a while when you wake up. 】

Medicinal bath... What kind of medicine?

To relieve fatigue, or something else?

Lan Yu was guessing, and Ling Zhan gave him the answer as if he had a tacit understanding.

[To relieve fatigue, I need to receive the communicator, see you in the evening. 】

Staring at the three words "see you tonight", there seemed to be thorns growing on the communicator, and the pierced Lanyu was thrown far away, hitting the ground with a ping-pong-pong sound, and a few seconds later, he grabbed the quilt and covered his head , as if he didn't exist, or even saw nothing just now.

But this dark scene was like a memory switch, instantly awakening Lan Yu's memory of last night, in fact Ling Zhan said something after he laughed.

At that time, Ling Zhe's hoarse voice was mixed with the sound of footsteps and chaotic breathing, so Lan Yu couldn't hear it clearly, but now it seemed to echo clearly in his ears.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm blocking you."

"・・・"

How to stop?

God knows—

Probably because the quilt was too stuffy, Lan Yu threw off the quilt, and lay down on the bed in a large shape, with one hand hanging down to the edge of the bed, and a sense of confusion and foolishness exuded from all over his body.He was so active last night, probably because he just woke up and his mind is not working well.

After cooling down in the air for a while, he touched the button of the TV, turned on the TV, turned the volume to the loudest, and then tuned to the live broadcast channel, but it was still reading the boring law.

After listening for a while, Lan Yu sat up and got out of bed, picked up the pajamas on the floor with her feet, moved slowly into the bathroom, and threw herself into the huge bathtub with a "plop".

Lan Yu didn't raise his head out of the water for a long time, but a few bubbles surged up from the bottom of the water, and then exploded. He might have wanted to drown himself, but he finally gave up.

It is undeniable - he actually doesn't hate the feeling of being controlled in the palm of his hand, probably because he likes it.

Feeling the constant temperature of the water, Lan Yu raised his hand to press the massage button, and rested his arms lazily on the edge of the bathtub to enjoy a moment of quiet life.

I don't know if it started at the other end, but it sounds like it hasn't started, so the communicator has been closed, is Ling Zhan waiting boredly?

Perhaps the sound of the TV was too loud, and Lan Yu didn't hear the "click" of the door opening.

According to the usual practice, Shen Hanchuan would come to the ward at eight o'clock every morning to check on Lan Yu's physical condition. Although he woke up and seemed to be recovering well, as a qualified doctor, he always cared about his patients.

Before Shen Hanchuan opened the door, he heard the TV sound so loud that the roof was about to be lifted, and he said to himself: Fortunately, this is the top floor, only a ward, otherwise Lan Yu would definitely be thrown out of the hospital .

Adjusting the curvature of the corner of his mouth, Shen Hanchuan told himself not to argue with the people on the hospital bed, but the moment he opened the door and came in, he didn't see Lan Yu's figure, and stared at the environment in the room for a while.

The treatment of the quilt was a bit miserable, half on the bed and half on the ground... Shen Hanchuan took two steps inside, and saw a communicator lying quietly in the corner.

Well, compared to the quilt, this communicator is even worse, and even looks a little pitiful.

Who would have thought that such a carry-on thing would be thrown into a corner!

Shen Hanchuan bent over and picked up the communicator, then gently put it on the bedside, together with the breakfast in his hand.

He walked around the room, but he didn't see his patient, and he couldn't help wondering - did people grow wings and fly?

Just when Shen Hanchuan was about to find someone, Lan Yu dressed neatly and came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, but her steps were slow, as if her feet had blisters, making it inconvenient to walk.

Shen Hanchuan was stunned for a moment, "What kind of bath do you take in the morning?"

Lan Yu lifted it up by the corner of the quilt, and then slipped in lazily. After less than three seconds, she changed to lying on her stomach, and then stared at the live broadcast that started at an unknown time.

The photographer is still partial to Ling Zhan, he keeps scanning the camera on Ling Zhan, after watching Lan Yu for a long time, he realizes that Shen Hanchuan just asked himself a question, so he replied ten and a half beats later :"comfortable."

After waking up again yesterday, he obviously slept very late, but Lan Yu didn't feel sleepy at this time, probably because the effect of the medicinal bath should be refreshing in addition to relieving fatigue.

For a moment, Shen Hanchuan couldn't figure out what the definition of "comfortable" was, anyway, he hated taking a shower in the morning.

"There is something wrong." Shen Hanchuan made a simple evaluation of Lan Yu's abnormal behavior, pulled the slightly wrinkled bed sheet, took a sip of the porridge on the dinner plate, and said, "When I just came in , I thought there was a thief in your house, it's such a mess."

"It was indeed stolen." Lan Yu was also a little hungry, he picked up another bowl of porridge, put it firmly on the bed, took a mouthful with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and made another cloth filling: "The thief. "

"・・・"

Hearing this, Shen Hanchuan choked on himself after taking a mouthful of porridge.

He coughed violently, his voice was comparable to that of the TV, and he probably wanted to lift the roof off.

After Shen Hanchuan regained his strength, he glanced at Lan Yu, wondering if his nose was hallucinating, he always felt that the room was filled with some kind of ambiguous atmosphere, and even remembered that Lan Yu had just walked posture--

Thinking of this, Shen Hanchuan was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

Lan Yu drank the porridge calmly, rolled his eyes, and had to admit that he really admired this kind of player who choked twice in a row. It would be a miracle that he died on the spot without choking.