When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

There was a "boom" clash in the live broadcast room.

[This movement scared me]

[Have you been beaten Lu Gou? You also have today]

[If I remember correctly, Lu Gou's wheat is the kind that is close to his mouth. What movement can hit the wheat in his mouth? Think about it, everyone]

[Lu Gou, are you bullying the little wolf while we are not paying attention! 】

[Wolf cub, don’t be afraid! Let's take a look at the camera open! We are fair to you! 】

Shen Qiao realized that the moment was a bit fierce just now, he raised his hand and pressed the corner of his lips with his thumb, turned his head and glanced at the contents of the bullet screen, and pulled his lips lazily without saying a word.

After Lu Zhe said that sentence, he also noticed the fans' instigation in the barrage. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his lips a few times, chuckled, and slowly perfunctory:

"Can't it be me who hit the wheat when I drank water?"

"I advise you to converge. In case Qiaoqiao's live broadcast room is blocked because of you, I will remember all the ids of your speeches and expel fans one by one."

"Okay, don't guess, go to sleep, you have everything in your dreams."

Almost as soon as the voice fell off, Lu Zhe exited the live broadcast room, took off the headphones, turned off the phone in twos or twos, got up and walked upstairs to the dormitory side by side with Shen Qiao.

No one spoke along the way, but there was a wonderful sense of comfort flowing between the two.

In the silent night, many things buried in my heart broke out uncontrollably, sprouting and blooming the past years, exuding the same fragrance as before.

The faint and cool mint scent overflowed quietly, as if tentatively protruding a leaf, it was soon covered by the thick tone of the large cedar next to which it was noticed, like a large snow flakes falling, and everything in the world was stained with snow color.

Shen Qiao looked up diagonally—

He smelled the pheromone released from Lu Zhe again. If it hadn’t been because the other party had consciously suppressed the release of pheromone recently, he would have almost forgotten. This person’s pheromone is the same as his nature, and he is full of aggression and can control People are suffocated and breathless.

The body responds to this pheromone faster than reason. The blood vessels spasm slightly because of tension, the temples jump and the lungs seem to stop working, a strong and terrible feeling of suffocation surges, and the limbs are full of skeletons. It seems that they have lost the strength to cope.

Fear flooded him.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing, his whole body stiffened reflexively, but he didn't want to hide.

Even compared with the previous few times, he still actively controlled the pheromone confrontation with Lu Zhe. Although it was not stronger than before, there were already beads of sweat on his forehead.

In fact, this kind of pain is not as serious as before, but the memory formed by the body is too difficult to change. He is not a physique that sweats too easily, but in this corridor, he also wears air-conditioning and cool nights. A short sleeve sticker. Moisturizing on the body reveals dampness.

Lu Zhe quickly realized that his emotions were too obvious, and he did not miss Shen Qiao's momentary change. But immediately, he noticed that his pheromone was entangled, but there was uncontrollable joy in his heart.

He never knew that he could be so simply satisfied, just because of a response from Shen Qiao.

Lu Zhe took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, trying to wipe his sweat, his hands were already raised, and when he got closer, he cautiously, as if it was a fragile treasure to be wiped next, he put it away wantonly. The pheromone, the snow-white paper towel gently stuck to Shen Qiao's temple.

next moment.

With a "pop", Lu Zhe looked down and found that Shen Qiao had caught his wrist.

The hot temperature of the other's palm encircled him, and a thin layer of wet sweat also stuck to his skin.

Before Lu Zhe had time to speak, Shen Qiao was already as usual, the end of his eyes raised up without a smile, and the dark brown eyes were full of light, showing a sense of arrogance and arrogance.

A provocative smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his eyes locked on Lu Zhe without blinking:

"carry on."

He asked a few words in succession: "You honestly didn't really go for gland surgery?"

"Why do I feel that putting a little pheromone is exhausting you, Lu Zhe?"

"When did you become so weak?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

He laughed blankly.

Allowing Shen Qiao to hold on to himself like this, Lu Zhe originally walked by the wall, and simply led Shen Qiao against the corner of the wall. The hand that was held was pulled in his direction. Shen Qiao didn't react for a while, and followed. Walked two steps in front of him.

Lu Zhe's other hand took advantage of the flow to his waist.

From a distance, it was as if he was putting people in his arms.

Shen Qiao habitually knocked away his movements with his elbow.

Lu Zhe didn't feel annoyed. The left hand that was knocked away took off the tissue in his right hand and continued to wipe his sweat. His lips were curved, and he responded to his provocation with a gentle voice:

"I'm weak, what can you do with me?"

Shen Qiao turned his head, always felt that his words had an unspeakable ambiguity and pampering. He was not used to the feeling of being held in the palm of his hand, but he was strangely able to feel it clearly from the other's actions. Lu Zhe cherishes him.

and…

Alpha's instinct is to compete for the strong. Basically no one would really admit that he is weak. Lu Zhe just threw out these words, even as if he was tamed, taking the initiative to lower his pheromone concentration by another level.

Like a haughty beast, he cleverly put away his claws and lowered his head.

Lu Zhe was afraid that he could see that he already knew the facts of his past, and helped him wipe the sweat from his forehead. He asked jokingly, "Why do you sweat so much? Why is this so excited?"

Shen Qiao's throat moved, and he concealed it casually: "No, it's hot."

Lu Zhe couldn't tell whether he believed it or not, and he just said, "No?"

His eyes were more smiling: "But I have."

Slowly approaching Shen Qiao, looking at the other's angular features and the shallow shadows under the brow bones, Lu Zhe slowly said in a bewitching tone at close range:

"Last night I dreamed that you took the initiative to kiss me."

"It's a lot better than the perfunctory attitude just now, should we try again?"

Shen Qiao looked at him teasingly, and put on an air of willingness to hear the details: "Be more detailed, let me learn."

Lu Zhe hummed aloud.

The sound was neither high nor low, and it reverberated slightly in the corridor.

The tail of his eyes is like a swimming fish, and his eyes are like an endless lake. The waves are gentle and can accommodate the vastness of everything.

"I think about it... well, you kissed me first, pressed my lips, and pried mine—"

"Stop." Shen Qiao found that he still couldn't face this kind of content.

Lu Zhe raised his brows: "Huh? Isn't it what you want to listen to?"

Shen Qiao took a deep breath: "I suddenly thought of..."

Lu Zhe: "?"

Shen Qiao: "You just said that I kissed in my dream."

Lu Zhe: "So?"

Shen Qiao: "I am also me in my dream, and he will do me too. He kissed me is equal to me."

Lu Zhe: "...?"

Shen Qiao stepped back calmly, staring at the timing, and slid into his room without forgetting to leave a sentence: "We make an appointment in our dreams, maybe you will be lucky enough to have a good aftertaste? Good night."

Lu Zhe, who stayed where he was, did not move, looking at the direction he disappeared, and muttered:

"It's so thin now, what can I do in the future?"

…

Perhaps because of Lu Zhe's previous remarks, Shen Qiao's head was full of red-faced images before going to bed. When he closed his eyes, it seemed that he could hear the gasps in his ears.

And Lu Zhe's face, which was more beautiful than an omega, was flushed slightly, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist-Shen Qiao tossed and turned.

He listened to the sound of the air conditioner working, and touched the thin quilt on his body in the dark. After a long while, he murmured swear words, raised his hand to grab his hair, got up and walked toward the bathroom with his slippers.

The splash of water rang for a long time.

The person in the frosted glass raised his head, tilted his neck, and let the thin water flow down his jaw line, winding past the throat bone, converging into the bone socket of the collarbone, and then slowly trickling down.

The sound of water blocked the increasingly rapid gasp.

After half an hour—

Shen Qiao walked out around the bath towel and sat on the edge of the bed, letting water droplets condense from the tips of his wet black hair, crawling down his spine for a long time, and the butterfly bone was reflected by the screen of the mobile phone on the bed.

He folded his hands and ten fingers, pressed his forehead, closed his eyes and sat in front of the bed, without knowing what he thought of, groaning from his nose in a room with only air-conditioning.

Afterwards, he leaned back lazily, supported the bed with one hand, and touched a plate of pills from the table with the other hand. After the crisp "click" sound, there were a few more pills in his palm.

He put his hand on the pill to his lips, opened his mouth and swallowed it, too lazy to pour water, and swallowed it dry, leaving a strange, disgusting bitterness spreading in his mouth and throat, and then lay back on the bed.

Very strange—

Since he separated many years ago, he has learned to smoke and take medicine as soon as he thinks of it. If he doesn't remember, he will forget about it. The review is not active, and it doesn't matter whether he is well or not.

Except for games, he can't afford to do anything.

Live like a walking dead.

But today...

He suddenly wanted to get better.

Hearing Lu Zhe talk about how sunny and good he had been, he suddenly wanted to radiate another light like before, so that he could only see his dazzling self from now on.

He wanted to be the most shining sun in Lu Zhe's life, a long-lasting and intense existence, not a fleeting meteor.

Shen Qiao thought, did he become greedy?

he does not know.

The only certainty is that he wants to mark Lu Zhe—

This longing that was once suppressed by various reasons, after a long period of suppression, finally came menacingly, screaming and clamoring in every cell of him, let him belong to you, and you also belong he.

Time hasn't made them forget everything they used to, and Shen Qiao didn't dare to look back until today.

Then he found that Lu Zhe had been standing there, waiting for him for a long, long time.