The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 803

　Huo Yanxi: “Go to Yipin Pavilion.”

　　”Okay.” The driver changed gears.

　　Huo Yanxi opened the bag, took out the ointment inside, glanced at it, stretched

　　out his hand and said: “Hand.” His eyes still stayed on the medicine box, Wen Yao handed him the hand, looking sideways at his face, his eyelashes were in Huo Yanxi’s eyes. A shadow was left on the bridge of Yanxi’s nose, and his eyes slid down again, looking at the hand that was applying medicine to him. The finger bones looked slender and clean.

　　Looks very gentle.

　　After failing to finish the dinner at Huo’s house and having a long meal, the two went to the restaurant. When they got home, it was already very late.

　　The light in the master bedroom turned on, and the sound of water dripping in the bathroom stopped. Huo Yanxi pushed back her wet hair dripping with water, and passed by the mirror. The tattoo on the right back shoulder of the person in the mirror flashed by. Huo Yanxi Yanxi casually picked up the bathrobe and put it on his body, covering the tattoo, and tied the bathrobe straps.

　　The mood this time is different from the previous “family gatherings”.

　　It’s still bad, but not too bad.

　　He took a drink of water from the water glass at the table and heard a knock on the door. Huo Yanxi put down the glass and opened the door. Wen Yao was outside the door.

　　Wen Yao also changed into a homely white T-shirt and black shorts, with beautiful straight calf muscles. “Brother Huo, good evening.” ”

　　What’s the matter?”

　　”Compensation, have you forgotten?” Wen Yao lifted up the bandage and wrapped it. He waved his hand in front of him, the white gauze dazzled, and the ambiguous words came out of his mouth, showing that it was natural, “Is your room convenient?”

　　Huo Yanxi didn’t expect that he still meant what he said. Yes, her narrow eyes narrowed and stayed on his face for two seconds without speaking.

　　The room is a private space for one person. The last time Huo Yanxi allowed Wen Yao to come in – Wen Yao poured coffee on his bed.

　　But that’s not the point. The point is that Huo Yanxi doesn’t want him to come in now.

　　He had just taken a shower and the room was filled with the smell of Alpha pheromones. He would not allow another person to invade this place.

　　Not speaking is a polite rejection, and Wen Yao understands this truth.

　　Wen Yao: “The study is fine, too.”

　　Huo Yanxi: “…”

　　Wen Yao: “If the study is not OK, the living room is the same, and I have no objection.”

　　Huo Yanxi: “…Wen Yao.”

　　”Yeah.” “Omega “Looking at him with bright eyes.

　　Huo Yanxi: “Don’t think of me as those Alphas you met in the bar, understand?”

　　Wen Yao raised his eyebrows lightly: “What does it have to do with them?”

　　Half an hour later, Huo Yanxi sat on the sofa in the living room, Opposite us, Wen Yao was holding a drawing board and sitting behind a stool with a tool box beside him. As he was sorting it out, he said, “You can do whatever you want, including sleeping.”

　　Huo Yanxi said expressionlessly: “Yeah, I understand. ”

　　The man sat on the sofa, flipping through the book in his hand. He changed his clothes. His broken black hair hung between his eyebrows. The sharpness on his face was reduced. He sat there with his eyes lowered, and his oppressive aura had subsided. many.

　　In the quiet space, the pen slid across the paper, making a rustling sound.

　　Whenever Wen Yao’s eyes fell on him, Huo Yanxi could clearly feel his eyes, which seemed to be unscrupulous, sizing up the prey, focused, but full of aggression.

　　The skin seemed to be a little hot.

　　Huo Yanxi raised his head and looked at the person behind the drawing board with his narrow eyes. Their eyes occasionally met slightly in the air.

　　Huo Yanxi sat for almost an hour. He raised his hand and put it on his neck, moving his neck.

　　”You can change your position.” Wen Yao said over there.

　　Huo Yanxi glanced at him, put down the book, lay down on the sofa, put a hand on the back of his neck, closed his eyes, and fell asleep as Wen Yao said before.

　　Wen Yao took out the last piece of sketch paper and put it aside. He sat behind the easel and re-outlined the basic outline of the draft. Huo Yanxi listened to the subtle sound of paper and pen rubbing against his ears. It had a very hypnotic effect and he couldn’t help but feel like it. A little sleepy.

　　After an unknown amount of time, the rustling sound stopped. The person behind the drawing board put down his pen and looked at Alpha, who was breathing heavily on the sofa.

　　He took out a cigarette, held it to his lips, and played with the silver lighter in his hand with his fingertips. With a “click” sound, the lighter opened the lid, and the flame lit the cigarette butt. Wen Yao closed the lighter.

　　The smoke blurred his vision. He raised his hand and touched the painting with his fingertips.

　　Wen Yao lowered his eyes with a dull expression on his face and looked at the gauze-wrapped palms of his hands. He raised his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed gently. He could still smell the medicinal smell on it.

　　The profile of her face when applying the medicine… is very gentle.

　　Huo Yanxi’s breathing on the sofa became a little erratic. Wen Yao looked over, wiped out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can nearby.

　　A shadow fell over Huo Yanxi. Wen Yao glanced at the traces of fatigue under his eyes. His brows were wrinkled after he fell asleep, his black hair was messy, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his lips were straightened, and his whole body was tense. I didn’t sleep well and seemed to have a nightmare.

　　The look of vulnerability and defenselessness really makes people want to… do something.

　　Wen Yao knelt down next to the sofa, raised his hand, and when his fingertips were about to touch his black hair, he suddenly stopped and took it back.

　　The footsteps were so light that they could be ignored. After a while, Wen Yao came back and covered Huo Yanxi with a small blanket.

　　When he came back, Huo Yanxi’s breathing became calm again. Wen Yao put a cup of warm honey water on the table. He put the painting things in the living room first, and then he turned and went upstairs.

　　Wen Yao’s figure disappeared at the top of the stairs.

　　The person on the sofa opened his eyes, sat up with his legs bent, and put one hand on his knee.

　　He woke up when Wen Yao approached, and there seemed to be a faint smell of tobacco lingering around him. He looked down at the blanket on his body, put the things aside, felt a little thirsty, and then saw the things on the table. cup.