lonely patient

"Wen Luming!" I squeezed my throat and looked around, but luckily no one was there.

Wen Luming didn't care about it, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I want to condemn this kind of behavior, but when I think about it, even if he is a teacher, what should I be afraid of?Anyway, the Philosophy Institute is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Huayuan, and if someone bumps into me, I won't lose my person.

"...It's okay." I avoided his gaze, cleared my throat and said, "Go home."

"There's still something in the office." Wen Luming said.

I forgot that I had graduated for many years, and I still had the illusion that I was still a student when I returned to the school I was familiar with. Walking with Wen Luming in the quiet and empty corridor, I felt like talking to a teacher when I was in school, full of unknown anxiety.

"Come in." Wen Luming's voice called back to me who was distracted.His office is still the same, there is a small living room first when entering the door, and the desk is behind it.I was about to ask him what he brought back, but before I could open my mouth, he turned around and blocked me in the corner of the door frame.

Wen Luming is taller than me, with broad shoulders and long legs, so there is nowhere to hide in front of him.

I froze for a moment, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Why, revenge?"

Wen Luming didn't mean to be joking in his expression, he looked at me gravely and said, "Yan Qiao."

Such a posture, such an atmosphere, being called by the name is an obvious hint, I lowered my eyes and raised my eyebrows, and said: "Office play... Teacher Wen who has had enough fun..."

As soon as the words fell, he sealed his lips.

Wen Luming was even more unscrupulous in his office, clasping the back of my head with his big hand, inserting his five fingers into my hair and grasping tightly, forcing me to get close to him.I remembered that during the susceptibility period last time, it was also in this office that Wen Luming bit me involuntarily, making me experience the illusion of being marked by alpha for the first time in my life.

Unknowingly, I was pushed down on the sofa by him, Wen Luming propped up on top of my body, and said slowly: "My mark has disappeared."

I opened my mouth, breathless because of his kiss: "I am a beta, I cannot be marked."

Wen Luming frowned imperceptibly, as if he was displeased with this obvious fact, he put his hand on the back of my neck, caressed it intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered: "...I want to bite you, but you will pain."

Of course it hurts.I don't have glands, and I can't produce pain-relieving pheromones. What he thinks is a mark, for me, it's flesh and blood being bitten. How can it be painless?

But I have given Wen Luming too many exceptions, and this time is no exception.

"Children say whether they want it or not, but adults do it directly." I looked at him and said.

Wen Luming's eyes dimmed, and he asked, "Do you say that to others?"

This sentence seems familiar. I have been asked this question before, and my answer is always yes.Most of the time I don't have the patience to lie to make someone happy, but today I said, "No, I only told you."

Wen Luming obviously didn't believe it.There is a line between the two of us that we know each other well, crossing this line is called a lover, so even if he doesn't believe it, he won't delve into the truth of my words.

But his mood showed in his actions. When he bit the back of my neck, it was heavier and more painful than before.I was forced to cry, and I grabbed the sofa under me tightly, but my mouth was covered, and I could only hum inaudibly.

The pheromones were forced into places that shouldn't contain them, some spilled into the air, and the familiar smell made me trance.This smell gave me tender comfort long ago, and now, it makes me ache.

"Don't cry." Wen Luming kissed the tears falling down my cheek.

As expected, I still don't like alpha, this kind of creature is assertive and strong, with two minds and one heart, and takes pleasure in watching the pain of the weak, but pretends to sympathize with it.I don't like myself even more. I have clearly experienced this kind of pain, but I indulged its instigator again and again.

Out of revenge, I opened my mouth and bit Wen Luming's tiger's mouth, and with a hard force, I felt the hand pressing my waist tighten suddenly.However, he let go only for a moment, and then silently accepted my movements.

This false mark lasted for a long time, and finally I was exhausted and lay on the sofa, looking at the ceiling almost absent-mindedly.The teeth marks on Wen Luming's hands were particularly obvious, and there were faint drops of blood oozing out.I didn't think much when I bit it, but now I suddenly remembered that he is a teacher.

"You..." I looked at his hand, "What about going to work tomorrow?"

Wen Luming touched the circle of bite marks, and said lightly, "It was bitten by the cat at home."

I chuckled lightly: "Belle should be sneezing at home."

"You are no different from it." Wen Luming glanced over, "The same is not familiar."

This sounded rare, so I smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's my first time being raised by someone, so I have no experience."

"Just know how to talk." Wen Luming picked me up by the waist and put me on the sofa, wrapped his arms around the back of my neck and put a Band-Aid on me.

My face was facing his neckline, my throat rolled unconsciously, and I said to myself: "It's all right now, everyone knows that I was bitten again... Oh, Teacher Wen, I'm the president anyway, What's a band-aid called?"

"When you bit me, you never thought that I was a teacher." Wen Luming said.

"...Success." I had nothing to say, "Let's be ashamed together."

After putting on the band-aid and getting dressed, Wen Luming said that he was going on a business trip a few years ago to attend an annual academic conference.I leaned on the sofa and asked lazily: "When and how long?"

"Next Sunday, three or four days." Wen Luming replied.

I counted the time and said flatly, "It's been a long time."

During the past six months of living together, I have gotten used to seeing Wen Luming every day when I open my eyes, thinking that he will be away for a few days, I actually start to feel uncomfortable in advance.

I used to have fun, but now, unknowingly, I seem to be far away from those sensual lives. Occasionally, when I go to friends’ gatherings, I feel that I don’t belong to them.

I also don't belong to Wen Luming. The peace at this moment seems to be stolen from me, and it will disappear at some point.I understand that the illusion of those homes is just an illusion. One day, I will go back and continue to live a decadent life of luxury and money.

Every time I get closer, every time I cut my own shell, the red light above the head will flicker, and it will illuminate the four characters under my feet: Danger, stop.

I stopped next to those four words and looked at Wen Luming in the distance, but I didn't step over in the end.

"Take care of the cat." Wen Luming stroked my hair casually, "And myself."

I looked up at him and asked, "Why don't you ask if I would like to accompany you on a business trip?"

Wen Luming frowned lightly, as if feeling troubled, and said, "The schedule is very busy for those few days, I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you..."

Seeing his serious look, I said with a puff, "I'm just kidding. I won't go to any boring meeting with you."

I don't know if Wen Luming wrote Dangerous Stop at his feet, depending on his reaction, maybe there is.

I stretched my waist and said, "I'll be very busy at the end of the year, so don't worry about me."