Perfect Match

"Well……"

Omega grabbed the pillow towel and covered his crimson face.

Not long after, in the sound of loud buttocks crashing, the pillow towel slipped aside with the violent shaking of the body, exposing the face lost in lust.

The light shone slightly, and the morning breeze swam into the window, blowing off a room of lily of the valley.

Zheng Feiyu leaned on the head of the bed, his arms around Omega's thin shoulders. The man in his arms was sleeping peacefully against his chest, hiding naked in a nightgown, hiding under the warm cashmere, revealing only a pair of white long legs. He reached out and pulled away curled hair from Omega's back neck—there was a fresh tooth mark there, which he bit off during the first **** tonight.

For no reason, Zheng Feiyu took the one-night stand as a wedding night, not only marking this strange Omega, but also filling his reproductive cavity with semen.

So ... he may be pregnant.

Thinking of this possibility, Zheng Feiyu got unprecedented satisfaction and smiled unconsciously. He poked open his robe indifferently, looking at Omega's flat stomach.

In a few months, it will slowly build up and give him a cute child with a little curly hair.

Or two, three ...

Zheng Feiyu was bewildered by the beautiful imagination. He wanted to take a quilt around this charming little nightingale and carry it back for a good life.

He kissed Omega's forehead and said, "Baby, don't pick up at the 'birdcage', come home with me, just stay with me, okay? I have a big house on the mountain, nine rooms, and one An apartment in the center of the city, there are five rooms, if you want, they will be yours in the future. I will ask the best chef to cook for you, and the best tailor to make clothes for you. You just live in it, If you want to raise a cat and a cat, and if you want to raise a dog or a dog, you don't need to worry about anything. Come to me and give me a hug and let me hug you.

Omega froze, her body stiffened, as if settled by a spell.

Zheng Feiyu didn't say a word, and asked again in a soft voice: "Come home with me, huh?"

As soon as he lowered his head, Omega just raised his eyes to look at him. His dark eyes were very bright, containing a thin layer of water, like tears, but not enough to fall out of his eyes.

"You want to ... take me home?"

"Ok."

"really?"

"Really."

"But, but now ..."

Omega glanced subconsciously at the terrace, and suddenly backed away, hiding in amazement in the shadow of the cashmere nightgown, as if his eyes were hurt by the dim light.

Zheng Feiyu was upset and asked eagerly, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Omega covered his eyes tightly, blocking the terrible light from the window. He flinched there and snorted, "I, I want to go home with you, I always wanted to go home with you, but ... Fei Ye, look outside, it's too late, it's too late, and the day will be bright It's ... "

Is it dawning?

Zheng Feiyu couldn't understand a word, panicked, grabbed Omega's hand away from his face, forced him to face himself, and asked, "It's dawn, so what?"

Omega stared at him for a long time, his eyes finally filled with tears.

He said, "It's dawn and you're going to wake up."

The wet voice was wrapped in the morning breeze and pulled away, hazy like a distorted dream.

Zheng Fei opened his eyes suddenly.

The terrace was empty, and the white curtains were flying up and down on the left side of the field of vision just like before bedtime. There was no sweet floral scent in the room, only the scent of cold and alienation after the candles were burned out.

The steady weight on his chest was gone, and he moved his pajamas subconsciously, but he was empty.

It's a dream.

A perfect little nightingale flew in the dream, staying on his shoulder for a moment, and disappearing into a cloud in the morning light. The strong reality and illusory produced a great sense of loss, and he fell into the abyss of despair.

At a subtle moment, memories are interlaced, and an almost forgotten picture comes to mind:

The little nightingale wrapped himself in a thin blanket and sat down on the bed, looking up, looking at him in horror. What was covered by that blanket were pale skin, mottled bruises, half-solidified blood at the roots of the legs, and a bulging belly.

Chapter Twenty-Three