"but……"

A stream of tears welled up in my eyes.

"You can't go back to Messiah..."

Before he could finish his words, Shen Que suddenly stood up, supported the table with one hand, and jumped over the dining table.

Pei Ji was startled and stood up quickly, catching Shen Que while he was still in mid-air.

"What are you doing!" He looked at the Omega in his arms in horror, "Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

“…The table is too long, I’m too lazy to walk.” Shen Que rubbed his weak forearm.

I still overestimated my physical condition a bit.

But now was not the time to dwell on this. He glanced at the three servants who looked surprised.

Hall, Demi and Anya each took three steps back and turned around, some looking at the scenery and some scratching their hands.

Shen Que grabbed Pei Ji's collar, first buried his head in his neck and took a deep breath, then pulled it hard.

Pei Ji had to lower his body, and then he felt a warm touch at the corner of his mouth.

The taut string in my head snapped.

He held the back of Shen Que's head with one hand and pressed down deeply. The simple touch instantly turned into a passionate kiss.

The scent of hot sand penetrated every pore of Shen Jue, resonating pleasantly with the same pheromones in the body.

He let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The back of his head was forcibly pulled apart, but only for a moment, and the unsatisfied Omega chased after him again.

“Ahem!”

A clear voice sounded.

Demi closed her eyes and shouted, "Three minutes!"

Pei Ji seemed to be suddenly awakened, and hurriedly pulled away Chen Que, their intertwined gazes pulling out a sticky thread in the air.

Then, reluctantly disconnect.

"Compensation." Chen Que suddenly said, "I want this."

Pei Ji grumbled "hmm" in a depressed tone, put Chen Que back on the ground, helped him straighten his slightly messy clothes, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Do you want cake?"

He asked in a hoarse voice as he picked up the untouched durian mille-feuille in front of him and picked up the tip of the cake with a fork.

Before he could hand it over, Shen Que came over and snatched away the tip of the cake in one bite.

Slowly swallowing the piece of cake, the Omega looked up at him.

Pei Ji took another piece.

After feeding him a few mouthfuls, his nose suddenly twitched and tears began to fall again.

Shen Que was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Do you like durian?" he asked aggrievedly, and brought the last piece of cake to Shen Que's mouth.

Taking the cake from the fork, Shen Que hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

In fact, he couldn’t say that he liked it, but the dessert made by the pastry chef of Chenxing Palace was just suitable for his taste.

"...I don't like it." Pei Ji cried sadly.