Perfect Match

After a pause, he said, "If that's the case, I really don't know ... I don't know if I should forgive you ..."

Zheng Feiyu's heart shrank suddenly, and the flesh seemed to be grabbed by one hand. It was stuffy and suffocated, and he could not pump a drop of blood for a long time.

Baby, why are you still hesitating?

No matter what the relationship between this body's owner and you is, whether he will put on a remorseful face to please you after satisfying the abuse, you should not forgive him again and again.

You shouldn't have hope for him at all, because he really is like ...

A dog.

A sly evil dog.

Zheng Feiyu never insulted a stranger, but at this moment, he thought from the bottom of his heart that it was a dog—the six relatives did not recognize him when he was in estrus, opened his mouth to bite, and forced the other to surrender by violence. Once the sexual desire is satisfied, put on the skin of the good dog, shake the tail happily, tease, lick, and ask for forgiveness in a devious way, and then resurrect at some point in the future. Repeat.

If Omega is afraid of hurting the latter and refuses to cut the relationship, he is destined to be endlessly tortured by the former.

Do not.

You cannot be soft-hearted.

The person who violently is him, the person who should pay for it is also him, and you are by no means innocent.

You should follow me.

Chapter Thirty-two

Omega couldn't hear these words after all, because before Zheng Feiyu spoke, his untiring fatigue took away his consciousness again.

Zheng Feiyu reached out his hand and touched his cute hair tip that was up in the air.

be good.

You are tired tonight, sleep on my chest. When tomorrow dawns, I will handle everything for you-whether you want to leave your Alpha or erase the pheromone tag. As long as I am there, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Omega slept heavily, pouting unconsciously. Zheng Fei looked at him and slept asleep in the heat of his skin.

I don't know how long it has been before, the night is turning on, the sky is twilight, and the thin Bo Xi fades the window view. Across the street, the buildings showed a high and low profile, and the white ones were covered with snow all night. Downstairs came the sound of snow rolling from the far and near wheels. Within a minute, someone ran upstairs and knocked on the iron door on the other side of the aisle.

Zheng Feiyu was awakened by the noise, and was stuck with his eyelids drowsy. Suddenly, he felt that the weight of the stable chest was gone. When he panicked and sat up on the bed, he felt a hot eye socket—a hand covered his eyes.

It's Omega's sweet smell.

The hand was slowly lifted inch by inch, and the bright light leaked in from the fingers.

After adapting to the dazzling glare, Zheng Feiyu could see a naked lamp hanging from the ceiling, bare, without a paper cover, and pale cold light shot in all directions-Omega did this because he was afraid the light would hurt his eyes.

"Flying, early."

Omega retracted his hand, wrapped in a shawl-covered blanket, and bent at his eyebrows, exposing two sharp teeth.

"……early."

Zheng Feiyu was a little embarrassed.

So Omega smiled. He is really an easy-to-satisfied person. It seems that with a gentle "early", he can wipe out the unbearable pain all night.

"Fei, you should go home," he said. "Someone is here to pick you up."

Zheng Feiyu grabbed his wrist, "No!"

"Don't hesitate."

"Do not."

I don't go home.

What is "home" without you?

No matter how small and dark it is here, I am willing to live for a long time. I know you can't bear me too, you clearly have love in your eyes, why should you restrain it? Why did you have to drive me away?