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

The man seemed to say something more, and turned his back vigorously, ignoring him.

Impossible is impossible.

He only slept with Ji Xinglan for one or two times ... 3, 4 5 6 7 8 9 ... In short, I don't know how many times.

Harmful, only a few times anyway, impossible is impossible!

Faced with Yan Qiu's resistance, Ji Xinglan looked not only angry, but also had a smile on his face.

He had said so smoothly, but at a glance Qiu Ergen changed his clothes hot, as if he was shy, and the interest came up immediately.

He grabbed Yan Qiu's still unbuttoned hands, pinched his wrist in his direction, and easily dragged the person into his arms.

Here, Yan Qiu had just put on a shirt, and the eye frame was a little red when he first woke up. The slightly longer hair tip naturally hung down on his shoulder, looming to block the fresh kiss marks on his neck and collarbone.

The button of the shirt of the man in the arms was not fastened, the shirt was completely open, and the pants were too late to wear, but his eyes were incomparably simple and upright. Swallowing.

His words Qiu are so cute, no matter what he is forced to do, his eyes are always so pure and beautiful, not dusty.

When Yan Qiu was about to stand up, he was pulled back into his arms by the man and pressed his shoulder to prevent him from moving.

"What are you doing." Qiu was ashamed to be held in this way.

I started to move my hands early in the morning.

"Don't worry too much," the man pecked slowly on his lips, fingertips gently stroking the mottled kiss marks on his beautiful collarbone, "I will be responsible even if there is."

The soft lips turned to rub against his neck, making it tickle, and Yan Qiu couldn't help pushing him on the shoulder.

"... responsible for your size."

Every time this **** made a knot directly inside him, I was afraid he might have.

Ji Xinglan pinched his soft neck while muttering, "Actually, I really want to have a child with you."

This tone is not a joke, but quite serious. Yan Qiu stared at his eyes and licked his lips quietly without speaking.

Yan Qiu looked at the man who leaned his head on his shoulder, sometimes so reliable, sometimes a little naive.

He sighed and his eyes softened gradually.

He likes Ji Xinglan, and Ji Xinglan also likes him. They can fight and make trouble every day, and they can solve any unhappiness in bed.

But this kind of life that all couples are accustomed to is already a gift from heaven.

Yan Qiu did not dare to ask too much, just asking them to spend the rest of their lives with each other like ordinary lovers. This is already very good.

Yan Qiu didn't really think about what it would be like in the future. Maybe there would be a child, maybe not.

But anyway, he knew that Ji Xinglan would have been waiting for him there, and they would have been together.

...

After continuous efforts day and night, the male textile worker Yan Qiu finally hurriedly hurriedly woven out the scarf on Christmas Eve.

But when he took the scarf happily to show to the only female friend Bai Yuanyuan, he was hit hard.

Bai Yuanyuan took a look at the corner with Dousha red nails, his delicate brows wrinkled slightly, and fell into a long silence.

"... Or forget it?"

In order not to hurt Yan Qiu's self-esteem, she carefully searched for the wording:

"Baby, look, this scarf looks like, cough, and it doesn't match your Xiaoji's temperament ... it's better to buy one for him ..."

"You just say, is it ugly." Yan Qiu asked.

Bai Yuanyuan listened, and did not bend around with him, nodded firmly: "Yes. I will never allow such an ugly scarf to be worn on my male god's beautiful neck."

"..." In fact, Bai Yuanyuan doesn't need to say much, Yan Qiu also has an approximation to his level, but he didn't expect Bai Yuanyuan to be so merciless.

Yan Qiu nodded sadly.

Well, it ’s enough to give a gift.

This scarf can't be taken, or buy one to send Ji Xinglan.

As long as a small lie in good faith can coax Ji Xinglan to wear a scarf, it is also very good.

Yan Qiu stared at the scarf he knitted, and the more he looked, the less confident he was.

The stitches are hard to see. The whole is like a rag. Wearing this rag from a beggar group can damage Master Ji ’s majestic image and school grass temperament, and even the peach blossoms may suddenly decrease.

Forget it, it's better to spread it in the cat's nest.

Thinking about this, Yan Qiu put his shabby scarf well, and when passing the Xie Yu's table in the back row, he unexpectedly discovered that he was also weaving a scarf.

"What are you knitting?" Yan Qiu looked at him curiously with a yarn ball of dead Barbie powder in his hand.

He is familiar with the long weave, and it seems that Xie Yu is also weaving a scarf.

Xie Yu, an Alpha master, even weaving a scarf in the classroom, has long been noticed by others, and was mocked by the people around him in turn.

Thanks to Xie Yu's good psychological quality, he did not move himself to weave his own. But when Yan Qiu also came to ask him, Xie Yu finally couldn't sit still and put the yarn ball into the drawer uncomfortably.

Yan Qiu was keenly aware: there is a situation.

So he raised his eyebrows and grabbed the pink yarn ball in his hand, forcing him to ask: "Why did you knit a scarf too? Tell your dad, are you in love?"

Yan Qiu knew the custom of this scarf from Ji Xinglan. Giving people a scarf for no reason is either falling in love or on the way to falling in love!

Okay, when did the boy Xie Yu find him behind his back. According to his aesthetic, it must be a pretty big Omega sister with a 36D bulge.

But Xie Yu's performance was not at all for a while. He quietly received the yarn ball from Yan Qiu's hand and said, "No, just how much yarn is in his hand, so he just plays with it."

Since growing up wearing a pair of pants, Yan Qiu is no longer familiar with him. He looked at Xie Yu and narrowed his eyes.

Yo, there are circumstances.

Xie Yu answered his question so seriously, in the end which fancy girl she was in love with?

...

After school that day, Yan Qiu followed Ji Xinglan to a supermarket to purchase.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, the atmosphere of the festival is very heavy, the colorful ribbons and stickers in the supermarket hang a whole wall, and there is a person dressed as Santa Claus carrying a bag at the door, giving sugar to the children .

A child named Ji grew taller than Santa, and even shamelessly asked him for two candies, and then stuffed them into Yan Qiu's palm.

Yan Qiu smiled helplessly, peeled the sugar paper into the man's mouth, and then peeled one for himself.

It looks like lime. Similar to his pheromone, but a little sour.

Another person familiar with his pheromone felt the same way.

"The taste of this sugar tastes a bit like your pheromone. But it's not as sweet as you, and it doesn't have enough flavor." Ji Xinglan commented.

"..." Yan Qiu always felt that his expression was a bit weird, how to listen and how to pervert, but couldn't find a place to refute, so he secretly crushed the sugar.

An Alpha is arguing about an Omega's pheromone taste, not a rogue.

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The cat ears in Chapter 69 have also been replenished. If you do n’t see the baby, you can go to Ousan ~