Perfect Match

Zheng Feiyu pressed his sore eyes, and his vision gradually became clear.

Not far in front of the bed was a narrow aisle, with a warm orange glow coming from the aisle. A man walked out of the warm light, approached him, kneeled on the bed with one knee, stretched his hands around his neck, and peckingly pecked on his forehead: "I'm boiling soup, white fungus longan and a little date mud, chill, Just a moment. You'll wait in bed, OK? "

With a little light leaking, Zheng Feiyu saw his features clearly, his eyes tightened in a moment, and his eyes forgot to blink.

It's you!

Little nightingale dreaming of dew.

Why do you ... why appear at this time and stay with me?

He was happy and confused, speechless for a long time, and wanted to reach out and touch Omega's face to see if it was true or false. Before waiting, Omega frowned, pursed his lips in disappointment, and muttered, "So again, fierce ..."

I ... I am fierce?

Zheng Fei was so wronged that he wanted to plead, but then he thought for a while that he was used to training people face-to-face, maybe he didn't change it?

He moved his stiff facial muscles and tried to pull out a kind smile, but his cheek was twisted lightly again: "I still don't like to talk."

Zheng Feiyu was amused.

This Omega, looking at the timid on the bed, was as fierce as he was bullying, why did he change his lively temper as soon as he got out of bed, dare to reach out and pinch his face?

"I really don't talk? Then I assume you're tacit." Omega leaned in front of his eyes, twitched his fingers, and briskly scratched the tip of his nose. "It's cold in the room. You wrap your quilt and stay on the bed, Not allowed to come down. "

With that said, he put Zheng Feiyu's shoulders on both hands and pressed it down, as if he was going to stick a person to the bed by this small movement.

Then he slipped off the bed, tilted his right foot, put on the half-plus plush slippers that slipped out, and quickly walked back to the kitchenette, melting into the dim warm light again.

Zheng Feiyu could not help but send out a message.

He sat on the narrow single bed, stretched out his left hand, and held his right shoulder-warm and down there, with Omega's body temperature.

Just now ...

That wonderful feeling just now ...

He learned to press it twice, and then twice again, but his strength was almost the same, but no matter how much he pressed, it was not as cute as Omega's.

Intimacy, dexterity, and playfulness.

Omega must love him.

The room was small, and a sweet scent of red dates soon added to the air. The white fungus soup in the pot was thickly boiled, and bubbles came out, purring and muttering, it was a peaceful voice. Zheng Feiyu quickly relaxed, the boulder pressed on his chest was removed, and the accumulated fatigue was swept away. He leaned against the wall and stared intently at the busy Omega companion with a bowed smile on his lips.

He thought he was willing to be stuck on this little bed.

Chapter Thirty

The six-square-meter aisle is long and narrow, with a cupboard on the top, a gas stove under the head, and a pile of debris, and the space that was not spared was barely enough to stand alone. Omega wasn't too crowded. She was holding the hot pot with a thin body. The spoons in her hands were stirring slowly and roundly. She was patient and didn't touch the wall at all.

The air conditioner in the home has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is not very good anymore. Shaking a few slices of poor fan pages and clicking and blowing, and after losing half of his life, he still couldn't blow up the small broken house. Omega's heels were freezing red, constantly rubbing against each other to keep warm. Zheng Feiyu looked in his eyes and felt so distressed that he couldn't hold the cold feet in his arms.

How can his Omega live in a shack with no kitchen or floor heating? There should be a large, spacious house, allowing Omega to lie down on a pure white long-haired rug to sleep in the morning, lazily stretching his limbs, and covering his body with sunlight.

Tomorrow morning ... take him to pick a house.

Jiusheng's Jiangjing real estate has just begun to sell, and most of them are four-bedrooms with good location. As long as he shows up and signs, he can give Omega a sunny home, and he can live comfortably in the future.

"Ah ... the soup is good!"

Omega exclaimed joyfully.

He picked up the spoon and sipped it a little, his tongue stabbed, tasted the taste carefully, and seemed to feel that the sweetness was still appropriate. Then he turned off the stove, spooned a spoonful into the bowl, and brought it to Zheng Feiyu.

When walking to the bed, the loose window slit leaked a hint of snow.

Omega gave a loud sneeze, and his body was stunned. When he opened the quilt, he hurried to drill into the heat source. The center of gravity was not well controlled when he walked on his knees.

Zheng Fei's eyes were clear and his hands were fast. He was supported by a pair of pants before he poured hot soup. He took the bowl and said, "Be careful."