Fouls Prohibited

—There were clear footsteps in the hallway.

And getting closer.

He came straight to Huo Tinglan's bedroom.

Ye Ci was so shocked that his face turned pale, the spring tide receded, and he rushed out.

As a result, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he ran into Huo Tinglan head-on. The two looked at each other, seeing each other clearly, and there was no room for turning around.

However... the corridor was silent for just a second.

No, maybe not at all.

Huo Tinglan looked calm, glanced at the exercise book in Ye Ci's hand that was about to be crushed, and asked lightly: "Which question is missing, why didn't you go to the study to find me?"

"..." Ye Ci's voice seemed to be filled with cement, and he faltered, let alone making up nonsense, he couldn't squeeze out a complete syllable.

But Huo Tinglan seemed to be asking casually. He didn't reserve time for Ye Ci to answer, and he didn't look at the panicked face. Instead, he went straight to the bed and picked up a book from the bedside table that he read before going to bed last night. He said to himself: "There is an urgent meeting." He looked down at his watch to confirm the meeting time, "I will try my best to come back before ten o'clock, save the questions I don't know, and talk to you at night... OK ?"

Surviving a desperate situation, Ye Ci regained his language ability and nodded his head like a pounding garlic: "Yes, yes!"

The corners of Huo Tinglan's lips curled up in a secret arc, and he walked into the cloakroom and took out a coat and put it on his forearm, and strode towards the stairs, looking that there was indeed something urgent.

Ye Ci didn't dare to dawdle any longer, and went back to the room in a hurry, leaning on the window to look out.

In the distance, a black Maybach 62S slowly drove towards the gate of the house.

—Uncle Huo really went out.

It was also the fever period that made the brain dull, otherwise Ye Ci would have noticed that Huo Tinglan's "considerateness" just now was very familiar.

Knowing everything, but keeping a calm face, only lightly picking and prodding, and guiding from the side, is very in line with Huo Tinglan's usual style.

However, the brain that has been hijacked by the Omega glands is craving Huo Tinglan's pheromones wholeheartedly. Ye Ci has never been to Huo Tinglan's bedroom. Comfortable, the gluttony and thirst are even more difficult to contain, the weeds are overgrown, and the body temperature has a tendency to continue to rise.

Just don't touch what you shouldn't touch.

Just stay in the house for a while, don't move anything...

Uncle Huo didn't come home until ten o'clock.

There was even time to open the windows to ventilate the smell "evidence".

What are you afraid of?

The brain dominated by love and desire instigated him, non-stop.

When he came back to his senses, he had already returned to Huo Tinglan's bedroom as if he was sleepwalking.

Their pheromones are too compatible, the burning glands are soothed, just like the burnt skin is soaked in ice water, Ye Ci is immersed in a kind of extreme comfort that makes the muscles and bones sore.

The thing with the most pheromones in the bedroom, except for the laundry basket in the bathroom, is the big bed in the middle of the room. He is like a young animal attracted by bait, knowing that he shouldn't go, but his stomach is empty, he is hungry, sniffing the scent and circling anxiously, circling around, unable to overcome his instinct after all, he finds an excuse to rub closer...

Just smell it.

He does not touch.

Huo Tinglan's bed sheet and quilt cover are graphite-colored, made of silk and satin, cool and soft, and full of silky light. Ye Ci has never seen anyone use such a four-piece bed set. It's so... he can't describe it, he just thinks it's too much. It makes people blush at a glance.

He stood by the bed, his eyes misty, and he sniffed greedily.

Can't get enough.

And it's just too weird.

The blood surged up wave after wave.

When a good boy does bad things, he is terrified at first, but then, a secret and novel excitement rapidly ferments, which awakens the part of him that overlaps with his Omega attributes... Vigorous and bloody, restless and reckless, these things , he does exist, but has been dormant.

The fingertips didn't listen, and they caressed the graphite-colored silk satin stained with Alpha pheromone without authorization.

It's like licking a mouthful of dark pool water with the tip of your tongue.

Sweet and seductive.

Ye Ci's face was red, his eyes were vacant, and he couldn't hide his throbbing, just like a bad boy coaxing a young lover to taste the forbidden fruit for the first time. He pricked up his ears to catch the slight noises outside the window and the corridor, and couldn't help but glance at the gap in the door—the sound insulation effect of Huo Tinglan's bedroom door was so good that he didn't dare to close it, for fear that there would be voices in the corridor that he wouldn't be able to hear. A servant broke in suddenly, smashing his dirty and wet desire.

After confirming that no one would break in, Ye Ci carefully lay down on the bed, putting his head on Huo Tinglan's pillow.

At first, he tried to hold the line.

He maintained his restraint, tried not to take up space, his thin body lay neatly along the edge of the bed, and he could fall off as soon as he turned over, and he took a small breath, as if drinking strong wine, and seemed to be afraid of the air in the room Charged by the milliliter he couldn't afford it.

But gradually, this kind of contact was no longer satisfying, he moved towards the middle impatiently, and the lying posture was no longer rigid like a corpse saying goodbye.

After a while, he started rubbing his hot face against Huo Tinglan's pillow, his thin lips fluttered, together with his nasal cavity, he greedily sucked the pheromone in the air, and a star could be seen between his teeth. Red, the tip of the tongue is a little soft red, he is fascinated, drunk, like a kitten who has fallen into a pile of catnip, doesn’t know what is enough and enough is enough, he just wants to use catnip to build a nest, and he will live here from now on up.

"Uncle Huo..." When he was in a trance, he got up and rolled up Huo Tinglan's quilt, and piled it up high like a nest, with the quilt under his legs and his face buried in the quilt above. "Wait for ten minutes" has long been forgotten, he can't remember how many "ten minutes" he has lingered on Uncle Huo's bed, and he has long forgotten to be alert to the sound of the car outside the window, and the roar in his ear canal is only his hoarse murmur With frantic and clumsy heartbeats, "Uncle Huo..."

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps in the corridor, coming in through the gap in the door.

The delirious Ye Ci caught this signal.

The moonlight shining into the room suddenly became brighter, not like moonlight...

The agave fragrance becomes faintly fragrant...

These signals are very weak, and he is still dazed, but his instinctive vigilance has risen from the chaos, breaking the water...

Ye Ci raised his eyes, gasped, kicked off the quilt, and bounced up.

The bedroom door was open at an angle.

Huo Tinglan stood against the light at the door, watching him quietly.

He wakes up.

But it was too late.

He was caught.

"Huo..."

The blood on Ye Ci's cheeks faded away, his eyes trembled slightly, and he stared incredulously, looking like a captured criminal, a frightened goose.

How come you come back so soon?

Didn't it say ten o'clock?

no, no...

How long has he been here?

what time is it now? !

In order not to be noticed, Ye Ci did not dare to turn on the light, it was already dark, and the room was dimly soaked by the warm light of the wall lamp in the corridor.

Huo Tinglan was afraid to startle him again, so he didn't turn on the light, Hanli's figure gradually approached in the haze, and he opened his mouth, as always, in a gentle and apologetic tone: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

With Ye Ci's current state of mind, it is obviously difficult to catch the uncontrollable trembling in the ending sound.

It was agreed to be back at 10:00, and now it is 10:01, which is exactly right, so it is not a lie.

Ye Ci's little hidden thoughts, he has figured it out in the past few days, but he can't be sure, after all, Ye Ci evades too much.

However, when he bumped into her in the corridor tonight, with just one glance, he was basically sure.

I wanted to take the opportunity to grab a few clues, use them to scratch Ye Ci's ticklish flesh, tease him, tease him, let him explain why he went to his room when no one was around, and touched his clothes to sleep His bed squeezed a few streams of water against the tightly closed clamshell, and then slowly pried it open.

Unexpectedly...

Just caught him right away.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see that bewitching and charming mood when standing at the door.

At this moment, he can still suppress the evil fire, all because he has endured enough in the past two months, pretended to be a part of the show, and is used to being a good person.

"No, no. Yes...I'm sorry, Uncle Huo, I, no, not..." Ye Ci regained his composure, trying to prevaricate with nonsense, but his joints were as hard as rust, and his mouth could not be opened easily.

He wants to slip.

But before his toes touched the ground, the bitter agave fragrance was approaching. Immediately after the mattress sank, Huo Tinglan knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, cutting off his way.

Ye Ci shrank back and sank into the stacked quilts, the blood that had faded gradually poured back to his face.

He couldn't run anymore, he was dizzy with shame, the secret excitement of stealing forbidden fruit had long been swept away, he regretted it, and stammered an apology: "I'm really, really sorry, Uncle Huo... I, I didn't... special, special today , uncomfortable, just...sorry, I don't, I don't know, what, what's the matter, like, like..."

The strong self-loathing and great shame made the clear voice stained with tears.

He "like" can't come out.

That word is so ugly.

In front of Huo Tinglan, he couldn't even say it, but he did it anyway.

It's over.

Ye Ci's thin chest heaved rapidly, accompanied by small and forbearing sobs.

He couldn't even remember how old he was the last time he cried like this in front of people.

It was so embarrassing, he wiped his face hard with his arm a few times, and gritted his teeth to hold back.

Suddenly, one arm tightly hugged him, pulling him into his arms, and the other pulled through the thin quilt he had piled up into a mountain bag, shook it off, and wrapped around his tense and cold limbs, like silk chrysalis wrapped around his thin body. young butterfly.

The slight pressure and heat from the whole body caused Ye Ci to temporarily return to his place like a soul that was free from limbs.

"Don't cry." Huo Tinglan was leaning on the bed, hugging her with the quilt on the ground, her posture was very possessive, as if she wanted to surround Ye Ci completely. He took out the handkerchief, carefully dipped Ye Ci's red eyelids from the shaved sleeves of his pajamas, softened his voice, and defended the soft, stupid tongue, "Temporary fever is very uncomfortable, and I can't restrain myself." There is no other way, so I have to come to my room and lie down for a while... right?"

Ye Ci sniffled, nodded his head lightly, being coaxed, he became aggrieved instead, and stored up another bag of tears, which he would never shed.

"It's a very legitimate need, why didn't you tell me?" Huo Tinglan slowly tightened his arms around Ye Ci's shoulders, and asked softly, knowingly, "I've been avoiding me for the past few days... you hate Uncle Huo? "