end of marriage

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An Mo was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say for a while.

The Alpha student walked up to him very frankly, ready to hand the box to him, but just as he lifted it up, he was caught by the raised hand behind him.

The Alpha student opened his mouth, and looked at Zhou Luoyan's cloudy face behind An Mo.

"Thank you, student, for missing Professor An so much." Zhou Luoyan smiled gently at the Alpha student, then turned to look at An Mo, took his hand, and said in a coquettish tone: "Brother, let's go home, I'm hungry died."

The Alpha student's face changed slightly, before he could say anything more, An Mo was forcibly pulled away by Zhou Luoyan.

When they got to the school parking lot, An Mo shook off Zhou Luoyan's hand angrily: "Why are you crazy?!"

Zhou Luoyan froze, twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Brother, why did I go crazy?"

"Is he the student who grabbed your shoulder last time? Hehe, he's really fucking haunted." After Zhou Luoyan finished speaking, he was angry for a while, and continued: "And Xiao Yuxi, brother, you Tell me why you are so seductive, do I dare to let you mess around by yourself in the future?"

An Mo knew that he couldn't make any sense with him, so he was too lazy to waste time talking.

Zhou Luoyan didn't want to make things difficult, so he shut up.The two stood for a while, then sat back in the car.

After a few minutes of silence, Zhou Luoyan's jealousy subsided, and he started talking to An Mo: "Brother, do you like strawberries?"

An Mo was stunned for a moment, a slight bitterness welled up in his heart, the man who made him like to eat one kind of food had forgotten his preference.He quietly glanced at the small red fruit in the glass box, and after a while, he gave a brief "hmm".

Zhou Luoyan asked strangely, "Brother, don't you like apples?"

The refrigerator at home is stocked with different varieties of apples. Zhou Luoyan once thought that he and An Mo were actually quite compatible, at least in terms of food preferences.

An Mo replied, "It's because you like apples."

Zhou Luoyan's hands holding the steering wheel paused for a moment. He wanted to ask An Mo why the Alpha student knew that he liked strawberries, so the words came to his throat, and he swallowed them abruptly.

What An Mo likes, he has never really put his mind to asking, he always gives him whatever he thinks is good, or, what he thinks An Mo likes, he just takes it for granted.

With such a position, he really did not have the right to ask questions.

What he finally said was: "Brother, tell me what else you like." At the end he smiled slightly, "I will give it to you in the future if you like it."

An Mo is too lazy to talk to an Alpha, especially the possessiveness of Zhou Luoyan, a shameless Alpha.

Half an hour later, they returned to the apartment.

The nanny had already prepared the meal, but when Zhou Luoyan went to pick up An Mo, he called back and asked someone to prepare dinner.

He didn't want An Mo to be too tired, he wanted to take good care of him.

After dinner, An Mo was a little tired, and took a bath towel to take a bath. Zhou Luoyan hugged him from behind, rubbing his chin against his cold neck: "Brother, let's take a bath together."

An Mo refused: "No."

"why not?"

"Don't make trouble, I'm a little tired today."

"Okay, brother is tired." Zhou Luoyan smiled slyly, "But I won't let my brother work hard. What's wrong with my brother?"

An Mo was annoyed by him, so he had to give an ultimatum: "Don't let go, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

Zhou Luoyan was amused in his heart, what did he say about sleeping on the sofa, whenever he made a fuss about sleeping on the sofa, he didn't always roll over by himself, and whenever he rolled into the sofa, within half an hour, he could slip back into An Mo's bed again Under the quilt, hug him comfortably and sleep well.

But he still loosened the shackles on An Mo, and honestly let him go.

After it was over, he deeply realized that if he wanted to eat sweets, he had to be good-natured. An Mo had the softest heart, and if he pestered him a little bit, his brother could rely on him for everything.

I never thought, who can simply reject and ignore the person he likes.

Zhou Luoyan stood for a while, then hurried back to the bedroom as if thinking of something.

An Mo was afraid of the cold, so he decided to please An Mo and warm his bed obediently, releasing some of his own Alpha pheromones by the way.

He actually wanted to seduce An Mo, and he really wanted An Mo to take the initiative to ask him for it. Once An Mo took the initiative, his heart would tremble for several days.

After releasing the pheromone, he went to the bathroom and knocked on the door: "Brother, are you done washing? I'll ask the nanny to make you a cup of hot milk."

With a "snap", the door opened, Zhou Luoyan met An Mo's watery eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He suddenly wanted to lift An Mo up and press it against the door...

So he started talking nonsense, but what he said was not what he was thinking at all: "Brother, I went to pick you up just now, you were standing on the podium, and when I looked at you, it was then, you know what I was thinking ?”

"do not know."

"Do you want to know?"

"Do not want to know."

"I'll tell you, okay?"

An Mo: "..."

"I do not want to know."

Zhou Luoyan didn't care if he wanted to hear it or not, he said as soon as he wanted to say: "Brother, I was thinking, I should go in, carry you to the podium, hold your writing hand, take off your clothes, and hug you , from behind—”

"Mmmmmmm——" In the next second, his mouth was covered by An Mo, and his speech was choked up.

Zhou Luoyan took his hand away, kissed it, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't tease brother, go and rest."

An Mo pulled away his hand, turned back to the bedroom, and found that the quilt had been spread. After he fell asleep, there was still a little heat on the velvet quilt, and... a faint smell of white tea pheromone.

An Mo's face was flushed, Zhou Luoyan's skin was getting thicker and thicker.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Luoyan entered the bedroom with wet hair and two glasses of milk in his hand.

An Mo was looking down at his phone, Zhou Luoyan put the milk on the bedside table, stroked his wet hair with his hand, and said, "Brother, come down, I'll blow your hair."

This was not a question, because as soon as he finished speaking, he took out the hair dryer, carried An Mo out, and put him on his lap.

Before An Mo could react, Zhou Luoyan had already turned on the switch and blow-dried his hair.

His fingers gently penetrated into An Mo's soft hair, causing a little ripple in his heart.

After his hair was completely dry, he put down the hair dryer, hugged An Mo from behind, and said nonchalantly, "Brother, let's grow your hair long."

"What?" An Mo asked.

"You must be beautiful with long hair, leave it to me, okay?"

An Mo didn't answer, let him kiss his hair, and after a while, said softly, "Zhou Luoyan..."

"Ok?"

"Ayan..."

Zhou Luoyan's body froze suddenly, raised his head from his shoulders, and froze: "Well, brother, I'm here."

"You didn't lie to me, did you?" This time, treat me well and don't lie to me again.

Zhou Luoyan clasped his finger, put it near his mouth, bit it down with his teeth, fine blood beads entangled his tongue.

An Mo's shoulders shrank slightly.

Zhou Luoyan kissed his wrist, kissed the blood again, and smiled: "Brother, as long as you are good, I will not lie to you."