Fouls Prohibited

Ye Ci's negative reaction was much bigger than Huo Tinglan imagined.

When he was discharged from the hospital, he was checked inside and out again, and all the indicators basically returned to normal, but he was still slumped, obviously worried.

Huo Tinglan apologized to him, and he accepted it completely, and he really didn't look like he dared to speak out. But when he wanted to take the opportunity to ease the relationship with him, he shrank awkwardly, and every time he couldn't say a few words, he clumsily used "I'm not feeling well" and "I'm sleepy" as excuses to avoid communicating with Huo Tinglan.

It seems to be non-aggressive, but it is actually more difficult to deal with than getting angry.

In order not to irritate him too much, Huo Tinglan resisted the urge to question and press, and kept the matter cold for two days, and even asked Uncle He to send the midterm exam papers.

After getting the school's spare exam papers, Ye Ci tried his best to shake off the strange emotions that had been haunting his heart for the past two days, invigilated the exams by himself strictly according to the school's mid-term exam time, finished those sets of exam papers in his bedroom, and asked Uncle He what to do. The answer is compared with the score.

It is easy to judge if you choose to fill in the blanks, and you can follow the steps for major questions in mathematics, physics, chemistry, and life. He is not sure about some subjective questions in Chinese and English, especially composition.

If the judgment is low, I am not reconciled, if the judgment is high, it is useless to lie to myself.

After hesitating for a while, he finally braced himself and took the paper to find Uncle Huo.

"...Uncle Huo." Ye Ci knocked on the study door.

"Come in." Huo Tinglan closed a document, scanned the paper in Ye Ci's hand, not to make him awkward, and spoke first, "How did you answer the paper?"

"Fat, it's not bad." Ye Ci pursed his lower lip.

Huo Tinglan is wearing a dazzling white shirt today, with an empire collar, a platinum pin passing through the collar tip, and a small stag antler on one side, which is unique to Alpha. His eyebrows and eyes are as black and clean as washing, and he is extraordinarily handsome.

Ye Ci was as nervous as a thief, and quickly staggered his eyes, staring at his slippers: "That's right, there are some questions, such as composition, I don't know how to judge, how much is appropriate... Can you help me to have a look?"

"Okay, let me have a look." Huo Tinglan reached out to pick it up.

Slender and powerful hands, thin and strong, with sharp edges and corners on the phalanges and wrist bones, and slightly protruding blue blood vessels can be seen on the back of the hands.

A valuable mechanical watch buckles the wrist, gemstone glass and crocodile wristband, and a magnificent moon phase picture is drawn on the dial.

Inherently handsome, and nourished by money, dazzling calmness and elegance, but the irresistible charm of any Omega, in the eyes of unenlightened people, it seems that they have just noticed it.

He rubbed his jawbone against the bleeding palm of this hand...

Some pictures broke into my mind at an inopportune time, Ye Ci's heart beat so hard that his throat was pounding, his brows drooped, he staggered his hand, and put the paper on the corner of the table: "Thank you, thank you."

After finishing speaking, before Huo Tinglan could respond, he slipped away faster than a wild cat.

Ye Ci went back to the room, and went to the terrace to smoke half a pack of cigarettes in order to get rid of those images that made people blush and were played repeatedly in his mind.

It may be that I smoked too much, or squatted for a long time, and my legs trembled when I got up, and they were soft and heavy, as if dragging two lumps of mud.

He washed hastily, and with a juvenile mind full of chaos, he threw himself on the pillow in a drowsy state, forcing himself to recite the physics formulas silently to expel some thoughts that shouldn't be. Half-dream and half-awake, a sense of unbearable heat rose up in his body, and the sweet fragrance of vanilla floated. Ye Ci opened his eyes in a daze, wanting to turn on the air conditioner, but he couldn't bear the drowsiness cultivated by his painstaking efforts, and fell asleep amidst the struggle.

And in that dream, it was all...

Huo Tinglan's hand.

The hand I saw in the study in the evening.

There are sharp edges and **** blue blood vessels, just like that night, it clasped Ye Ci's jaw, allowing him to use his jawbone to grind the palm that was injured by him, emitting a faint, fishy-sweet blood.

"Baby…"

Tempting someone, with a voice like a double bass.

There was a tingling pain in the neck.

The feeling of being possessed by an Alpha.

What it's like to be an Omega...

Dreams lacking material come to an abrupt end.

"Well…"

Ye Ci woke up suddenly.

A foot spasmodically pushed across the sheets, making a shallow and long dent in the pure white cotton.

The bedroom was sweet and greasy, Ye Ci's body was exuding abnormal heat, his pajamas were dripping with sweat, and even the bed sheets were soaked, his face had the color of spring peach again, and his thoughts were a little chaotic.

Very similar to the experience of that night.

It's just a difference of degree.

…this appears to be a mild and brief period of fever.

He dreamed of Uncle Huo.

he still…

are you crazy? !

What are you thinking? !

Like a fish out of water, Ye Ci sat up abruptly, leaning on his elbows and knees, covering his hot, embarrassing face with one hand.

He doesn't know what is normal and what is abnormal. He doesn't have a competent father who can correctly guide boys through puberty, and the lingering youth under the pressure of life has never given him the curiosity to explore independently.

He was ashamed as if he had done something wrong.

Maybe it was because his face was too hot, the heat made his eye sockets sour, Ye Ci's eyes were moist, reddish, with a star of water in his eyes.

He wiped his eyes hard, exhaled, took off the sweat-stained bed sheet and quilt with a cold face, kicked off the pajama pants, and took it into the bathroom.

The clothes that need to be washed normally just need to be thrown into the laundry basket, and the laundry room maid will come to collect them the next day. The coat is okay, but Ye Ci has the nerve to let others touch his underwear. He bought a small bucket of laundry detergent, and he washes the shorts on the same day after changing them, and then hangs them in an inconspicuous place.

Fortunately, I was prepared.

He dug out the bottle of laundry detergent and ran the water to scrub the sheets.

After one set was washed, he didn't dare to hang it on the balcony to dry, for fear of being seen, he asked him why he didn't go to bed in the middle of the night to clean up. He moved two armchairs and put them at a distance, and stretched out the large pieces to dry.

After washing and drying, I changed the bedding again. I worked hard for an hour before and after, and the mild fever hadn't faded away. Ye Ci was so tired that he changed the quilt while nodding.

the next day.

It was rare for Ye Ci to sleep until the sun was up.

The short-lived mild fever last night has ebbed, and Ye Ci feels that everything is normal.

He was marked with A in the middle of the differentiation stage. After all, he still couldn't bear it, and had the sequelae of hormone disorder. In the next few days, there would be frequent and irregular mild pseudo-fever phenomenon. Before he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor told him to keep a few more barrier stickers with him, try not to go to places other than home and school until the hormones stabilized, and pay attention to personal safety and so on... As for the treatment of this kind of fever, one is patience, because The degree is mild, no harm to health, just isolate the pheromone so that it does not affect others, and the second is to find some comfort from A who has marked him before.

Since the active ingredients in the Omega inhibitors on the market are artificially imitated Alpha pheromones, and these imitated "fake and inferior products" will only stimulate the residual A pheromone in Ye Ci's body, making him more uncomfortable, so in Huo Ci Before Ting Lan's temporary mark disappeared, the inhibitor was ineffective for Ye Ci.

Of course Ye Ci chose to endure.

He didn't go to class for a whole week because he was hospitalized. On Monday tomorrow, he grabbed a handful of barrier stickers from the drawer and stuffed them into his shoulder bag.

One layer is not enough for two layers, and two layers is not enough for three layers.

Just post it.

He got up late, and Huo Tinglan had already gone to the company when he went downstairs for breakfast.

Ye Ci heaved a sigh of relief when there was no face-to-face meeting.

otherwise…

Thinking of that shameless dream, Ye Ci didn't even know what expression he should use to face Uncle Huo.

They were all out of control that night.

But Uncle Huo was purely affected by the susceptibility period, and immediately returned to normal after the end. He looked the same as before, still so gentle and decent.

He was the only one who couldn't control himself, as if he had been awakened by some bad instincts, some dark instincts, and his mind was full of dark pictures and crooked thoughts.

It was just a temporary mark, and it was still for treatment, he smacked it over and over again, his legs became weak and his soul trembled when he thought about it.

If Uncle Huo sees through this...

He didn't have to find a crack in the ground anymore, he just found a beam to hang from.

There are two graded test papers on the table.

The handsome and sharp pen writing, the most annotated are English compositions, Huo Tinglan read very carefully, he marked out the misuse of grammar and vocabulary, marked the correct ones aside, and explained a few sentence patterns, annotated More than compositional text. After the explanation, don't forget to leave two words of encouragement, to the effect that he has made obvious progress.

Ordinary things, somehow, make people's eyes sour.

Ye Ci read it several times.

Huo Tinglan's scoring was very fair, and he didn't deliberately relax the standard in order to manipulate him.

He calculated the score and added it together with the mathematics, physics and chemistry students, and got an exciting score.

It is much better than the preliminary examination at the beginning of school, and the ranking may not be very good. After all, a place like Tiancheng private school can even be a scumbag, but the scores can be called leaps and bounds.

Ye Ci folded the paper and planned to show it to Ye Hongjun when she visited at night—if she was in good condition and could chat with him for a while.

Besides his mother, the only person in this world who made him want to share his joy was Huo Tinglan.

Ye Ci stirs the porridge with a spoon in a trance, his cheeks are pink and his eyes are wandering.

He thought of Huo Tinglan helping him tidy up his mother's old things, cherishing what he cherished, thinking of Huo Tinglan's devious way to help him study in order to maintain his fragile self-esteem, and thinking of Huo Tinglan's "one day" written stroke by stroke on the medicine box. Three times, one piece at a time", thinking of Huo Tinglan tirelessly teaching him to tie a tie, teaching him to eat things that he was not famous for, venting his anger on him, scolding others for him, and squeezing his hands full of blood for him.

In just two months, Huo Tinglan was doing well, but he couldn't figure it out.

Too much.

His Uncle Huo is the heir to a wealthy family born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He is arrogant but not overbearing.

Like the moon in the sky and the snow on the top of the mountain.

It seems cold and distant, unattainable, but what falls into his arms is the clear light and the spring breeze.

Ye Ci took a sip of porridge dumbly.

It's his favorite seafood porridge, but he doesn't know how to taste it.

He was thinking about his Uncle Huo, his heart was tight, his ears were hot, and he had thought about every bit of the past two months, but he couldn't figure out why he thought about it.

It's the first love of a teenager.

Love but don't know.