After Transmigrating Into an Omega, I Was Marked by the Enemy

Omega's fever usually lasts about a week.

In these days, they have not been out of the house in one step, and Ji Xinglan asked the housekeeper to deliver the meal on time every day. The housekeeper delivered the meal to the door by himself, and waited until they finished eating before taking away the tray.

Across the wall, the housekeeper had to hear it if he didn't want to hear it. He could vaguely hear the voice of the gentleman's gentle persuasion, the young lady's low, sobbing cry mixed with the crisp sound of the bell, and various indescribable movements.

The old housekeeper shook his head and pushed the dinner plate away, admiring the young man's good physical strength.

During this period, Yan Qiu was not sober most of the time.

He was lying on the bed in a daze, and occasionally when he was awake, he could only see the crumpled sheets in his hands. From day to night, the bell around his neck kept ringing.

Ji Xinglan bathed him every day to help him clean up, but often bathing and washing, they would stay in the bathroom for a long time, and Yan Qiu was so bullied by him that he cried.

Nearly a week, the sheets in the room were changed many times.

When Yan Qiu saw the man changing the dirty sheets, he was thinking vaguely. He didn't know how to face the maid who did the laundry later.

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For so many days, when Qiu opened his eyes early in the morning, he was seeing a sun rising in mid-air outside the window.

The sunlight came in through the window and was dazzlingly bright.

Yan Qiu rubbed his eyes and tried to move. The quilt slipped down, and when he lowered his head, he realized that he didn't wear anything. His fair skin was covered with messy red marks.

Beside him, Ji Xinglan was still awake with his eyes closed, and an arm was lying on Yanqiu. The whole person showed a gesture of exclusivity and protection.

Yan Qiu looked at his sleeping face, and his hair was scattered and looked pretty good. Ji Xinglan also didn't wear clothes, and his strong arms emerged from the quilt, so Qiu couldn't help but swallow.

He knew how strong the man's hand was, and he could not escape while holding him.

Recalling that he had been with Ji Xinglanhu for so many days, Yan Qiu was still jumping up and down in his heart, looking at his face inexplicably a little ashamed.

His fever was almost gone, but his body was sore as if he had lifted iron for several nights, and the muscles all over his body felt as if they had been rolled over.

The hard-to-talk memories of the previous night gradually returned, and Yan Qiu looked at the man beside him with a complex expression.

How can Ji Xinglan bully people like this.

Yan Qiu quietly stared at the man with his lips.

The rest of his memory is not clear, just remember that the person has been patiently kissing him, coaxing him, comforting him, but the actions are different and brutal.

It was really bad.

Staring at him for a while, Qiu buried his head in his neck angrily, his cheek against his hot neck.

Forget it, although he is exhausted, Ji Xinglan seems to be quite cool, which makes him happy and worthwhile.

Thinking so, Yan Qiu quietly leaned over and looked at his eyebrows at close range.

Eyebrows are enough to show God's excessive preference for him.

Why is he so fond of himself, such a proud man like him?

Yanqiu is a poor student in the eyes of all teachers. He is a gangster who does nothing bad. He has a bad temper and loves troubles. He has no money in his pocket.

After Ji Xinglan came, even his only advantage was compared.

Yan Qiu wanted to break his head and could not understand why Ji Xinglan would like him.

Looking at the man in front of him, Yan Qiu sighed silently, and the soft place seemed to be touched.

Yan Qiu approached quietly and kissed the nose bridge tenderly.

He knew that when he was away, Ji Xinglan should have suffered a lot. But Qiu didn't dare to ask him, what kind of mood he was, and how he got his wrist injury.

He just wanted to treat him better and better. Just like he did to himself.

Yan Qiu kissed the man on the bridge of his nose, and just backed away half a centimeter, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

Then Yan Qiu was captured by the man, Ji Xinglan turned over and kissed his neck. The man was scratched over his neck, and Qiu felt itchy. He laughed and pushed him, begging for mercy.

Hug and kiss again for a while, watching the temperature rise gradually, the atmosphere becomes a little weird again.

Ji Xinglan didn't really want him too much, but he still let go of Yan Qiu's body.

"How does it feel?" He asked Yan Qiu.

Where did Yan Qiu say to him embarrassedly, saying that I was so painful all over you that I just said, "Okay."

When the words came out, it was unexpectedly hoarse, and Yan Qiu was taken aback.

Only then did he feel a sore throat, and his voice was dumb these days. Yan Qiu Ergen was hot again, and he refused to speak again with his mouth closed.

Yan Qiu found a terminal that was almost exhausted from his clothes thrown on the bedside. When he opened it, many unread messages and missed calls popped up.

Most of them were called by Xie Yu.

Yan Qiu was surprised to find that it was already Friday morning now.

Ji Xinglan watched him clutching the quilt a little nervously, rubbing his head with a smile: "It's okay, I'll take the leave for you."

"That Xie Yu ..." Yan Qiu knew that Xie Yu must have been anxious before making so many calls.

"He called me." Ji Xinglan shrugged indifferently. "Ask me where I got you. I told him not to quarrel. We are busy."

"..." Yan Qiu could imagine Xie Yu jumping like thunder and scolding him, "Then did he scold you for being shameless."

"Well, how do you know."

"..." Yan Qiu rubbed his sore legs and stood up.

I really served these two guys, and I'm still an adult Alpha, one is naive than the other.

But as soon as he stood up, Yan Qiu felt that his excessive movements seemed to affect some parts of the muscles, and he "sizzled" with pain.

Ji Xinglan immediately wanted to help him, but Yan Qiu refused to say: "I take a bath, don't follow me."

Yan Qiu left Ji Xinglan limping and walked into the bathroom. He didn't want Ji Xinglan to follow up again. These horrible experiences these days have caused him a little psychological shadow over Yuxi Xinglan's bathroom.

When putting water into the bathtub, Yan Qiucai saw the mottled red marks on his neck spread all the way into the collar. He pursed his lips subconsciously, knowing that there were more traces under the cover of his clothes.

These traces are proof of their absurdity, Yan Qiu is a little embarrassed, but the whole body and mind are actually filled with a strong sense of satisfaction-the satisfaction of being occupied by the person they like.

He knew that Ji Xinglan was the same.

Yan Qiu originally wanted to wash the smell of himself, but the effect was minimal. He was soaked with the smell of the man from the inside out, how could it be washed off thoroughly after a while.

Yan Qiu was helpless, and the wound on his body was sore and sore. He could only wash it a few times in a hurry, and he still grinned when he came out.

Seeing him hurt so much, Ji Xinglan seemed a little guilty and pitiful, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"Nonsense," Yan Qiu sat down next to the bed, and the wound that was difficult to tell was another tingling. "Sure."

Ji Xinglan helped him to sit down and said he would give him medicine. He took a pillow and put him on his waist. Yan Qiu was lying there. He always felt uneasy and kind.

Yan Qiu felt ashamed that he was lying on his stomach, but the man came over with a medicine bottle and couldn't help but tell him to take the medicine.

"Without a cotton swab, I used my hand."

Yan Qiu buried his face in the sheets and didn't speak. He endured the shame and asked him to give himself medicine. The refreshing ointment did relieve the pain of the wound.

"Okay." Ji Xinglan helped him finish the medicine, patted him smoothly, and asked Yanqiu to put on his pants. "Go eat breakfast."

After so many days, Yan Qiu finally had a good meal. A few days ago, he was confused, and Ji Xinglan fed him.

The freshly cooked chicken porridge is still steaming, and there are golden omelettes and various side dishes on the plate.

Yanqiu was drinking porridge, almost licking the bottom of the bowl clean, and commented: "It tastes a little weak, or you make it delicious."

"Eating lighter, the wounds are better," Ji Xinglan reached out and stroked his forehead, laughing, "I will do it for you tomorrow."

Yan Qiu put down the bowl and spoon, picked up a fried egg, and grumbled and vaguely complained: "It's too hard to combine the heat. If we come back next time, will we still have to do this?"

Ji Xinglan sitting opposite him was stunned. He had originally planned to confess to Yan Qiu bluntly, but listening to him, Ji Xinglan was silent.

Looking at his coveted little cute, red lips and white teeth, simple and naive, Master Ji swallowed and swallowed, nodded firmly and said, "Yes, I will help you next time with the heat."

Yan Qiu nodded without any doubt and shyly said: "That's bothering you."

Ji Xinglan licked her dry lips tightly.

It doesn't seem to be impossible to tell Yan Qiu that she is not pregnant next time.

He thought so and chuckled Qiu slightly, and looked as if he was still a man-like master Ji.

After eating breakfast, Yan Qiu adapted to the feeling of exhaustion and insisted on going to school.

"Why didn't I see you fall in love with school so much," Ji Xinglan shook her head helplessly and threw the car key in her hand, "It's up to you. But you now have my taste all over you, so going to school is tantamount to public admission I slept with you. Do you mind? "

"..." Yanqiu turned up his bag, glared at him, and walked out, but his mouth stammered, "You, where are you talking so much nonsense."

Although he was stubborn, he still listened to what Ji Xinglan said. Ji Xinglan is right, so appearing in school is tantamount to admitting that they are asleep.

And apparently I slept more than one night.

He glanced at the man in the driver's seat from the rearview mirror and turned his heart across.

Just go to sleep, and sleeping with handsome Alpha is not a shame.

But he couldn't bear the anger from the school grass girlfriend's powder, it might burn him alive.