When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Lu Zhe noticed that his voice seemed a little wrong. He was holding him from the back. Now he couldn't help but think of getting up and taking a closer look at what was going on.

Shen Qiao closed his eyes, not wanting to be embarrassed by the little bit of embarrassment that he found out from the corners of his eyes at this moment, pressing his backhand against him tightly, full of resistance.

Lu Zhe gently touched him with his forehead, and whispered to him: "Qiao Qiao."

He asked in a gentle voice: "Did you cry?"

Shen Qiao's Adam's apple rolled and immediately let go of him, turning his head to look at the computer in front of him, blinking hard to suppress the heat, his voice was steady again, and he responded shortly: "No."

Lu Zhe didn’t believe it. He moved his arm up, trying to turn his head back. He noticed that Shen Qiao was holding his neck and refused to move. He was afraid that his strength would hurt people, so he moved to the side. move.

Shen Qiao directly turned his face to the other side in the opposite direction and gritted his teeth to warn him:

"Lu! Zhe!"

Lu Zhe guessed from his reaction that his life should have been harder than he imagined, and he felt a ball in his heart. He gently leaned over and kissed him on the back of his neck. His movements were all precious. It seems that the kiss is a treasure of my own treasure, without the slightest hint of eroticism.

He wrapped Shen Qiao's waist from the back again, and feathered kisses fell on his ears, neck, and side face, not wanting Shen Qiao to be immersed in those bad emotions.

"It's all over." Lu Zhe's voice was also very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring him, his words showed a full sense of care.

There was a slight itch in the place where his kiss walked, but it made people feel fluttering and brisk, as if the heavy stones of the past were tied into a hot air balloon and slowly lifted off.

It stands to reason that Shen Qiao should feel relaxed, or relieved.

However, after the black shadows were removed, he couldn't hold back a little——

Once in it, I don’t find it difficult. After all, no matter what you encounter, you just need to bite your teeth and work hard until the next day, so that you can go on day after day, and insist on when you finally walk into the light, because you get paid. I wanted to, so I didn’t feel that I had suffered much before.

But now, someone came to him, walked side by side with him, and let him know what sweet taste is and what warmth is, so he looked back suddenly, only to realize how cold and bitter he was before. in.

Perhaps it is because he has been taken care of so well these days that his whole person has become sensitive and fragile. He has clearly built a high wall in his heart over the years, thinking that he will no longer be easily touched by anyone or anything. As a result At this moment, Lu Zhe only said "It's all over" lightly floating down, and the high wall suddenly collapsed, turning into dust and dust.

Standing alone by the wall, he raised his eyes and looked around. He was in a trance and burst into tears, realizing that he had been waiting for these words.

Waiting for someone to tell him that those pains have been buried in time, and he no longer needs to be alone and wandering like a wandering soul in this world.

"Pattern, patter..."

It is the sound of water drops falling on the cloth.

Because the room is too quiet, even this tiny movement can be heard clearly, and even the hustle and bustle of the laptop can't be concealed.

Lu Zhe did not expect that he opened the gate inadvertently with a word, and the lips on Shen Qiao's side tasted the wet salty taste. He was immediately astonished, thinking that he had said something wrong, except for the one that marked Shen Qiao. Back, he had never seen the other party cry like this.

Lu Zhe was rarely caught off guard, pressed the person in his arms, raised his hand to pat on Shen Qiao's back, his voice was so soft that he almost lost his armor and abandoned his armor, "My fault, stop crying, be good... "

Shen Qiao clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, closed his eyes and twisted his head, not wanting him to see how bad he looked right now, but this time Lu Zhe didn't let him hide, and pressed his head on his own. Around his neck, listening to his uneasy breathing, he went to look for the tissue on the table again.

Sensing that he wanted to leave, Shen Qiao refused again, grabbing the corners of his clothes and pulling in his direction. He rarely took the initiative to hug him. Even the pheromone was scattered all over the room, not even at all. Consciously spread to Lu Zhe's body.

Lu Zhe rubbed the back of his neck, smelled the cool smell, and suddenly realized from his insecure and almost dependent actions:

Shen Qiao's susceptibility period has come.

He returned his hand and hugged Shen Qiao tightly, and coaxed him in a low voice, "I won't go, don't cry, Qiao Qiao, eh?"

"I didn't cry!" Shen Qiao's cheek was slanted, and there was a clear choking in his voice, but he still emphasized stubbornly.

Lu Zhe had a smile in his eyes, kissed the corner of his eye, and followed his words unprincipledly and coaxed: "Yes, yes, you didn't cry, I cried."

Shen Qiao: "..."

He slammed Lu Zhe's abdomen with his elbows, and opened his eyes warningly, his eyes were red slightly, darker, they looked like a rabbit, but he made a vicious expression.

Lu Zhe lowered his head and kissed him uncontrollably, and helped him wipe the water mark at the end of his eyes. He heard Shen Qiao's voice asking in a dumb voice:

"Do you want to be bitten again?"

Lu Zhe finally couldn't hold it back, his eyes twitched happily, and he responded kindly: "If you bite me to stop you from crying, then you can bite it, you can bite it to death."

Shen Qiao caught a glimpse of his unwell wound on the corner of his lips, after all, he didn't want to bite him again, and even when Lu Zhe's breath fell, he compromised and connived his intrusion.

Lu Zhe also felt sorry for him, and he didn't want to bully him so hard, he opened the kiss gently and lingeringly.

...

Lu Zhe was pushed away by Shen Qiao because of a stuffy nose and unsatisfactory breath.

He turned his head and smiled with a dull lips, preventing Shen Qiao from seeing his expression at this time, and even looked around the table under the guise, found a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Shen Qiao: "..."

He glanced at the paper, then looked up, and saw a flash of smile on the opponent's face.

Sure enough, he should be killed just now, Shen Qiao thought blankly.

He didn't pick up the paper, but sucked his nose vigorously, trying to make his breath clear again, then turned to look at the computer again, looked for the id on it, and lifted the ban one by one.

While he was looking at the notebook seriously, Lu Zhe looked around, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Shen Qiao's profile, and looked at his serious and focused look, feeling soft as if he could pinch water out.

Shen Qiao tapped on the keyboard twice, realizing that he was still in the room, and asked quietly, "Are you not going to train?"

Lu Zhe saw that he hadn't been busy for two times and started looking for himself. He didn't pierce his cautious thinking. He just replied: "Well, wait for you for a while, I want to fight with you in double row."

Shen Qiao hesitated for a moment: "But I want to take a bath?"

Lu Zhe's tone was soft: "It's okay, don't worry, you take your time."

The implication is that no matter how long Shen Qiao will be busy, he intends to wait forever.

Shen Qiao simply sent a screenshot of the things in his memo to his account, planning to wait until the night to return to the house before continuing to spit up the matter, and then quickly got up and changed the laundry in the house. I don't know how many clean clothes were lost in the middle. He piled on the bed, and then went to the bathroom calmly.

When he entered the bathroom, Lu Zhe moved his gaze into the room.

The messy data cables and earphones on the bedside table were almost tangled together, and several big-name keycaps fell on the ground in bits and pieces. I don’t know when Shen Qiao took them off the table. There are also random stacks of quilts and pillows. Winter clothes and summer clothes mixed together...

He should be thankful that Shen Qiao remembered to separate clean clothes from dirty clothes so that they could be cleaned easily?

Hearing the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, Lu Zhe sat for a while, feeling a little restless, and couldn't help his eyes drifting to the place where the sound of water was. He shook his head gently, throwing away those imaginations, his eyes fixed again. On the bedside pile of clothes that Shen Qiao found and thrown into a ball.

He breathed out gently, and simply diverted his attention, got up to help Shen Qiao clean up the house.

First, throw away the unwrapped tissue packages on the table, empty cigarette boxes and other garbage, then put the things neatly in different categories, and finally arrange the clothes and beds.

...

Fifteen minutes later.

Shen Qiao came out under the steaming water vapor, and wiped off the wet hair on the back of his head with a bath towel. He was about to throw the towel in the laundry basket and wait for someone to watch. His eyes swept away from the room. The action stopped.

"what are you doing?"

He stared blankly at Lu Zhe, who folded neat clothes one by one, and was returning to his closet.

Lu Zhe raised his eyes and quickly swept across the vaporous skin on his body, then moved his eyes away, and asked confidently, "Whether the clothes are in the cabinet or the suitcase?"

Shen Qiao's answer took a long time: "...in the closet, I will collect it together when I leave—no, why are you doing this? You just asked someone to help me clean up the room? I didn't hang on the door without disturbing it. Brand?"

Lu Zhe heard what he said, nodded, opened the door of the cabinet, put in the clothes that had been sorted and folded, and said casually:

"I didn't let anyone in, because it was too messy in your house, so I helped you tidy up. Some things are too unobvious that you can't find them, so I just put them on the table for you, and you have a look."

Shen Qiao followed what he said and glanced at the table, and he saw the supplies on the table with the laptop, but the messy and full table in the past, now a large area was cleanly vacated.

He didn’t bring a lot of clothes, so Lu Zhe put it away and closed the cabinet door again before telling him: “Next time, don’t throw the keycaps around. You will slip on the floor after the shower. If you fall too hard, you won’t be able to do it. Participate in the competition, I see how you face Zhou Dazui's nagging."

Shen Qiao was abruptly said that his cheeks warmed up.

"Who made you do such a boring thing?" he said stiffly.

Lu Zhe raised his eyebrows and looked straight at him embarrassed, before he replied meaningfully, "Oh? Is there any deep meaning to the chaos in your house?"

"I think about it, are you trying to build a kennel where you live, so that you can trick the dog into living with you?"

Shen Qiao: "..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Zhe suddenly realized that he was about to disrupt things again: "It's my fault. It's so dumb, I'll go back to the original state, Jojo, can I come to sleep with you tonight?"

Shen Qiao was ridiculed by him, and said fiercely: "Go, go for training."

Lu Zhe's eyes were smiling, and he responded with a soft "um", followed him to the door, not knowing what he thought of: "Wait."

...

One day later.

Team DG faced up with the fourth seed of LMS. On the day of the game, all fans saw Lu Zhe wearing a black mask on his face, covering the lower half of his face tightly, like a severe cold patient.

Before the game, the staff couldn't hold back, and took the camera into the lounge to take shots, and asked one more curiously:

"The Marines... has a cold?"

Lu Zhe's eyes bend, he looked in the direction of his glasses, and his voice came from under the mask: "Don't ask—"

He said: "The question is that I was bitten by a mosquito and I couldn't see people."

The author has something to say:

critical moments! When we see our land dogs go out, remember to wear masks!