Perfect Match

Zheng Feiyu accidentally got stuck, and it took a while to spit out the words: "Talk about the past, talk about the year you left Yuanjiang, talk about ... why are you willing to come home with me."

When he said these words, he especially wanted to hold He An's hand.

When he was young, Yan Ning asked him to talk with his knees, and he always liked to hold his hand. Yan Ning once taught him that if a word carried a lot of emotions, he could only say seven or eight points from his mouth, sincerely, the remaining two or three points must be obtained by the heat of the palm and the touch of his fingers. Stroking can penetrate the barrier and pass into the other person's heart intact.

He hoped that He An understood his heart.

But He An doesn't drink hot cocoa, he hides his hands under the table, he can't hold it, can't hold it, it's not practical, even if there are thousands of words, he dare not speak. I was afraid to say something and analyze most of the loss of the liver. Instead, he left a few unrelated words, which made He An lightly evaluate his mind.

He had done too much **** to He An, a crime, a muddle of mud, and his heart was wrapped up in a rigorous manner. Now I want to show my heart to He An, but the mud is so tightly sealed that I can't see a crack.

"He An, talk, I want to hear you speak." Zheng Fei said dumbly, "You can blame me, you can scold me, talk."

He An looked at him, and raised his lips and smiled.

Hida, what happened to you?

This is nothing like you.

More than a year has passed since early autumn of last year and late winter of this year, and they once again sat opposite each other, still having a cup of hot cocoa on the table.

To be honest, on the appearance and temperament alone, Zheng Feizhen is still He's favorite: shirts are always straight and flat, cuffs are always spotless, shoulders are wide, straight back, a pair of sword eyebrows are as sharp as blades, handsome and hard, with deep eyes .

Maybe he has been tortured by spouse for a long time, his eyebrows are sharp and tired, and there is a touch of love that can't be understood.

Where does this love come from?

If, last year, Zheng Feiyan looked at with such eyes, He An was afraid that his heart would melt and his soul would tremble. But now, he can face the wave without thinking, while thinking about the true or false of this "love".

He's still the same, he's never changed, has he?

His ugly looks, uneducated qualifications, and low-paid jobs ... The only difference is that even the only health is lost. In the past, He An could still have occasional dreams. Now, even he admits that he is really not worthy of Zheng Fei.

So Alpha, who was sneered at him a year ago, is there any reason to suddenly fall in love with him today?

He An is not a child. He has been happy for a long time and always loves naive dreams.

He did it once, and now he wakes up.

He suspected that behind Zheng Feiyan's "love," there might be a truth, a utilitarian, icy, and calculated, if he easily believed it, he would be stripped of his bones and swallowed up the truth.

Seeing He Anjiu said nothing, Zheng Feiyu was anxious and couldn't sit still. He stood up timidly, approached He An, propped the table with one hand, leaned on his shoulder with one hand, and lowered his waist.

"Sorry," he said.

Then he blew his fingers and touched He An's neck. His fingertips trembled slightly, one knuckle, another knuckle, slowly looking for a way, as if he was afraid of something he suddenly didn't want to face.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

so far so good.

Omega's neck was smooth and delicate, without traces of piercing by canines.

Zheng Feiyu couldn't be sure, so he turned aside He's broken hair and sniffed close to the back of his neck—the ordinary three-type pheromone was faint, pure, and strewn in the air safely.

A hanging heart fell to the ground.

He hugged He An violently, thrust his arms into his arms, closed his eyes, and kept kissing the slightly convex gonad.

Still his.

The little nightingale that he was driven out of the nest was shocked and suffering, but still unwilling to find another nest, he kept on the thin branch and waited for him.

However, when this embrace was over, Zheng Feiyu held He An's face, but saw a pool of cold water.

This……

He has a terrible headache.

How to do it? His Omega refused to laugh or talk. How could he coax it?

Zheng Feiyu has never coaxed people in his life, and the skilled negotiation tactics are not useful at the moment. He has to catch the ducks on the shelf, with a serious face born, and learn to speak some clumsy sweet words.

"He An, you smiled, huh? Remember how you smiled when you were by my side?" He said, "You are afraid of me cold in the middle of the night, and you stew your soup while stamping your feet. You do n’t know how to drink the soup. You taught me to take a spoon. I drank it and you laughed. Do you remember? ”