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When the documents were not being processed, the lights in the study room were faintly yellow.

"Your Highness, the marshal has returned to the military headquarters today. Is the emergency supervision mechanism going to be lifted?" Wen Sen took the wine glass, but couldn't take his eyes back for a while.

"En." Zongzhenghe took a sip of the red wine in the glass, leaving a water stain on his lips, reflecting a little luster.

In Wen Sen's impression, Zongzhenghe seldom drank alcohol, and even when he drank alcohol, he always drank it in small cups, and never drank it like today.

"Your Highness, you're going to be drunk." Wen Sen hadn't taken two sips from the glass in front of him, but half of the red wine in the decanter had gone down.

Zongzheng and a person and drink.

"This red wine has a lot of stamina, you can drink..." Wen Sen wanted to say something, but saw Zong Zhenghe's body swaying.

Where is he still used to remind, Zongzhenghe is already drunk.

As Zongzhenghe got drunk, the faint scent of peach blossoms in the room became more intense.

"Wen Sen." Zong Zhenghe called his name, and his tone was more intimate than usual.

Wen Sen put down his wine glass and walked to Zong Zhenghe's side. As soon as he got close, he grabbed his cuffs.

Different from when he was awake, Zongzhenghe was still conscious at this moment, but he couldn't control his movements, and his hands didn't seem to be his own.

He grabbed the decorative button on Wen Sen's sleeve with his left hand, but he said, "Why are you so close, stay away, you smell so bad."

Vinson has been at the third legion's base recently, and all the people he came into contact with were Alphas.

The more powerful Alpha possesses, the more aggressive the pheromones will be. Wen Sen hasn't bathed since early this morning, and he doesn't know how much Alpha's aggressive pheromones have been contaminated on his body.

He himself is a Beta and can't smell it, but Zong Zhenghe is extremely sensitive to this smell.

"The smell on my body?" Wen Sen moved his nose, wondering if it was because of Zong Zhenghe's words, he really smelled a strange smell on himself.

There are tobacco, fruit, grass, and all kinds of smells mixed together, which is really not a good smell.

Unlike Zongzhenghe, there is only a touch of sweet peach blossom.

Wen Sen remembered that His Highness's favorite perfume in the past was an extremely weak white water. In less than half a year, his preferences have changed a bit too much.

"It's on you, it stinks." Zong Zhenghe seemed to dislike him, turning his nose to another direction, but on the other hand, he clenched the hand holding his button even tighter.

Fortunately, the quality of the uniforms produced by the military department passed the standard, otherwise the buttons would have been snapped off by him.

Buttons are a small matter, but if Zongzhenghe gets injured, that would be a big problem.

"Your Highness, let me go and let me take a bath, okay?" Wen Sen could not care about the smell on his body when he didn't smell it, but now Zongzhenghe pointed it out mercilessly, of course he didn't want to Smoke people again.

Fortunately, he didn't take the clothes he left in the villa with him when he left, and now he has some clothes to wash.

"Go and wash." Zongzhenghe nodded seriously, telling Wen Sen to wash off the nasty smell quickly, and even gave him a slight push with his free right hand.

Wen Sen didn't feel the force of being pushed, only felt that a kitten scratched his shoulder.

"Your Highness, if you want me to wash it, you have to let go." Wen Sen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he used the index finger of his other hand to point Zongzheng and the back of the hand that was holding the button tightly, "Your Highness, please let go of your hand."

The touch of the back of the hand was as smooth and delicate as he thought.

"Don't let go." Zongzhenghe just sang against him, not only didn't let go, but also tightened his grip, "I let go, and ran away."

"I won't run, please let go first, okay? I'm just going to take a shower to wash off the smell you don't like, okay?" Wen Sen coaxed people patiently, such Zongzheng and him He had never seen it before, but it was so cute that he wanted to hide it.

"It will run. I searched for a long time before I found it. I can't let him run away."

When Wen Sen heard this, his eyes darkened.

He looked up at Zongzhenghe's face. Under the warm light, Zongzhenghe's complexion was blurred, apparently quite drunk.

On weekdays, Zongzhenghe usually put on a straight face to show the majesty of the royal family. After he was drunk, he obviously didn't have so many scruples, his eyes were half-closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Like a satisfied cat.

It's just that the claws are so powerful that they tell you to go away quickly, but the movements of the hands refuse to relax at all.

Wen Sen couldn't coax him, so he could only gently insert his fingers into the gap between Zongzheng and his fingers, trying to make Zongzheng let him go.

But the drunk kitten's IQ was still online, and as soon as he sensed his intentions, he immediately swung his arms to stop him.

Wen Sen had no choice but to give up his plan to take a bath, "Your Highness, you are drunk, I will take you back to your room to rest."

This time Wen Sen didn't move his hand, Zong Zhenghe stood up from the chair very cooperatively, and then swayed three times.

If he was not still holding on to Wen Sen's buttons, he might have fallen down.

"I can't walk anymore!" Before reaching the door, Wen Sen suddenly felt the weight on his arms getting heavier and heavier. He turned around and saw Zong Zhenghe leaning on a bookshelf.

Zongzhenghe's study room has several large solid wooden bookshelves filled with various paper books, which he has read one by one in his free time on weekdays.

Wen Sen followed him and saw a lot.

"Your Highness, don't lean on the bookshelf." The bookshelf couldn't contain the quality of an adult, Wen Sen grabbed Zong Zhenghe's arm and brought him to him.

The little drunk cat had no resistance, and followed Wen Sen's strength and fell directly towards him, with his shoulder resting on Wen Sen's chest, and his chin resting on Wen Sen's shoulder.

This posture seemed to be very comfortable. Zongzheng and he blinked a few times, his upper and lower eyelashes clashed, and then they fell in love with each other again and did not want to separate.

He is sleepy.

"Your Highness?" Wen Sen waited for 2 minutes without any movement, and turned his head just in time to see Zong Zhenghe slowly closing his eyes.

Does this mean that he fell asleep directly as a cat climbing frame?

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up, shall we sleep in the room?" Wen Sen tried to wake up a drunk cat, but unfortunately failed.

It's not the first time Wen Sen and Zong Zhenghe have gotten so close, but in the past many times, Wen Sen has never been so at a loss as he is now.

He should send Zongzhenghe back to the room, but how?

Do you want to hold it?

It was just an idea, and Wen Sen felt his body temperature rising.

Beta is obviously the least lust/desire among the three genders, why every time he gets close to Zongzhenghe, he feels that he is no longer himself.

Wen Sen's arm slowly raised and landed on Zong Zhenghe's waist.

Zong Zhenghe's home clothes are soft and slim, and he has secretly observed the waistline more than once.

However, no matter how much he saw, when he actually touched it, his heart still trembled.

His Highness's figure has always been thin for Alpha, but before Wen Sen wrapped his waist with one arm, he really couldn't imagine that Zong Zhenghe's waist would be so thin.

Of course it's not as good as those Omega stars that appear in TV movies, but it's definitely slender enough.

It seems that it will break if you try hard.

Wen Sen's arm didn't move for a long time, until the hairy head on his shoulder rubbed against his neck, and then he woke up like a dream.

"Your Highness, don't sleep, I'll take you back to your room." He instructed softly, then tightened his arms and hugged him directly.

The bedroom was on the third floor. Wen Sen carried Zongzhenghe up the stairs, feeling Zongzhenghe's breathing on his neck, and the blush slowly spread from his neck to his entire face.

When he entered the bedroom, he was already like a crab just out of the pan, even his arms were slightly red.

Along the way, Zong Zhenghe's hand holding his button had loosened at some point. After Wen Sen put him on the bed, he fetched water to wipe his hands and face.

Zong Zhenghe seemed to be really asleep, his breathing was steady and long, and he didn't wake up when Wen Sen swung him back and forth.

"Your Highness." Wen Sen wiped Zong Zhenghe's face, and leaned over him half suspended in the air.

They face each other with no more than ten centimeters between them.

Wen Sen thought about the scene he saw this afternoon, Elena and Mr. Assistant are fine, why...why can't he?

Wen Sen's head was lowered by two centimeters, and he seemed to be able to feel the moisture on Du Zongzhenghe's face.

It was the trace left when he just wiped it.

Eileen has already ignored her "marriage contract" with His Highness, then His Highness, then he...

Wen Sen was taken aback by the thoughts in his heart, just as Zongzheng and his eyelashes trembled, as if they were about to open their eyes.

Panicked, Wen Sen didn't even bother to put down the towel in his hand, and left the villa with his long legs without looking back.

At a faster speed than when I came here, I even forgot to drive the car.

In the master bedroom, the drunken Zongzheng put his hand on his forehead after Wen Sen left, then turned over and buried his face in the pillow.