The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 805
”To what extent do you understand…Brother Huo?”
”You have to make up for me well – you can do it, right?” A
dangerous atmosphere lingered, and the voice was far and near, exuding a charming aura, tempting people to get closer, the shadow Most of the face of the person behind him was covered, leaving only a clear jaw line. The thin red lips were raised in a smile, and the gauze-wrapped hand held his wrist, instantly pulling Huo Yanxi back to the night of the auction. .
As a result, the face of the person behind him became clearer. His cold-white cheeks were flushed, his eyes were moist, and his face was filled with emotion.
The surroundings were so quiet that Huo Yanxi could only hear Wen Yao’s words and breathing. It was like being stared at by a wolf with green eyes, which made people tremble involuntarily.
Alpha is a natural leader and does not like to be controlled by others and fall into passivity.
”Wen Yao…” Huo Yanxi gritted his teeth, “Let go.” ”
You’re still talking duplicity… Are you looking forward to it? Have you ever looked forward to what will happen? Hmm?”
The glands became increasingly hot. As the dream progressed, the person in the bedroom suddenly opened his eyes, breathing erratically and looking at the ceiling with dark eyes.
In the silent room, the only sound was his breathing.
He raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck. The air was filled with the rich and cold smell of pheromones, and the glands were also faintly surging with restlessness.
He sat up from the bed, sweating all over his back. The heat in his earlobes before going to bed showed no sign of going away, but became even hotter when he woke up.
Late at night, the lights were on in the bathroom, the water was gurgling, the windows in the room were opened for ventilation, and the curtains were fluttering.
The next morning, it was cloudy outside the window, but the air was a bit sultry. Wen Yao was wearing a black vest, with tight muscles on his arms. He took out a pair of overalls from the closet and put them on, yawning and entering the bathroom.
When he went out, Huo Yanxi was no longer at home.
After breakfast, Wen Yao went to the study. He opened the curtains and sat in front of the window, looking at the paintings he had not finished last night. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and poured out a cigarette.
Calculating the time, school starts in less than two weeks.
He has been here for more than a month.
In Wen Yao’s short life experience, this was the first time he encountered an unanswerable problem. The man’s cold and distant face flashed in his mind, with his gloomy and narrow eyes. He showed no defense after falling asleep on the sofa that night. The fragility…
the hand that wanted to do something, but finally stopped in mid-air.
Wen Yao slowly blew out the smoke ring, and the smoke blurred his face.
I can’t understand.
He held an ashtray in one hand and a cigarette in the other, shaking it next to the ashtray.
This is a hidden emotion that cannot be expressed to others.
After smoking a cigarette, Wen Yao placed the ashtray on the table, picked up the pen, and continued to draw the unfinished painting last night based on his memory.
The sunlight penetrated through the window and fell obliquely on the man’s legs next to the stool.
At night, when Huo Yanxi came back, he saw no one in the living room. He put the things he was carrying on the coffee table and saw the mobile phone thrown on the sofa, with messages popping up on it.
There was no lock screen password set on Wen Yao’s phone, and the message popped up directly on the screen. He could see it clearly at a glance. He just glanced at it and saw clearly that the message on it was from Wen Yao’s father.
[Dad: How much medicine do you still have? Have you felt any discomfort in your body recently?]
Medicine?
Huo Yanxi seems to have never heard that Wen Yao is not feeling well in his body. He even looks stronger than the average Omega. He doesn’t. He picked up the phone on the sofa and walked upstairs.
The light was on in the study room on the second floor. When Huo Yanxi pushed the door in, he saw a man sleeping on the sofa. The man’s arms were covering his eyes, and the hem of the black vest he was wearing was curled up, revealing a little bit of imagination. The muscles may be low in body fat, and there are faint traces of blue veins.
Huo Yanxi relaxed his movements.
The painting last night was painted, and next to it was a messy palette. The collar of Huo Yanxi’s black shirt in the painting was half-open, full of a sense of power and wildness.
”Well…” Wen Yao on the sofa groaned, took away the arm that was covering his eyes, and sat up from the sofa, “Brother Huo, you are back.”
His voice was hoarse, and he raised his hand to rub his eyes. .
”Well.” Huo Yanxi asked, “Why are you sleeping here?”
”Lie down for a while and then fall asleep.” Wen Yao said, “I’m not asleep yet. What time is it?”
Huo Yanxi glanced at his watch, ” Nine o’clock.”
He looked at “Omega” on the sofa. He had just woken up and didn’t know if he was still awake. He was sitting there waking up, his arms resting on his bent knees, and a few strands of his golden hair were curled up.
Huo Yanxi moved his fingertips.
Wen Yao felt a slight touch sweep across the top of his hair. He raised his head and saw Huo Yanxi’s hand hanging above his head, which just blocked the light. There was a dry and warm breath, and the faint fragrance of hand sanitizer still remained.
Huo Yanxi took his hand away and said, “There is something in his hair.”
Wen Yao said “Oh” and said, “Thank you.”
Then he reached out and grabbed Huo Yanxi’s wrist, raised his head, put the tip of his nose against his palm and smelled it. Sniffing, Huo Yanxi froze slightly. His fingertips touched “Omega’s” hair, and his fingertips felt a little itchy. He curled his fingertips and felt the warmth and moist breath coming from his palms.
Wen Yao: “What brand of hand sanitizer do you use?”
Huo Yanxi: “…”
”The assistant bought it.” He broke away from Wen Yao’s hand, but Wen Yao didn’t use any force.
Huo Yanxi saw the ashtray on the table.
Wen Yao followed his line of sight and saw the ashtray on the table. He blocked it with his body and Huo Yanxi didn’t say anything.
Wen Yao stood up and moved his arms, and the hem of his clothes fell down, covering the scene, “I’m a little hungry…”
