Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Three in One

Song Jianan hasn't thought about his childhood for a long time.

In his vague memory, Xu Yu had also hugged him, kissed his face, and called him a good boy.

But that is extremely rare.

Most of the time, Xu Yu looked at him with disgust, calling him useless and stupid.

Although the pre-differentiation test after birth showed that he would differentiate into a Beta, Xu Yu raised him as an Omega, trying to transform a Beta into a talented, elegant and noble Omega master with countless private lessons that filled all his spare time.

But he was just an extremely mediocre Beta after all, so naturally he could not satisfy Xu Yu.

He excelled in everything from dancing, instrumental music, vocal music to painting, calligraphy, chess, and various sports. Xu Yu, who had been encouraging him, gradually lost patience, became completely disappointed in him, and gave up on him.

Song Jianan often blames himself, complaining why he is not an Omega and why no matter how hard he tries he cannot meet his father's expectations.

Like every child who depends on his parents, he longed for Xu Yu to see him and like him. Faced with Xu Yu's accusations and disgust, he was at a loss and panicked.

Only Song Yuqiao stayed with him the whole time, wiping away his tears, holding him in his arms, patting his back, and coaxing him softly: "Jia Jia, don't cry. Didn't you just learn a song? Play it for your brother later, okay?"

After he finished playing, he praised him without hesitation for his excellent playing and great progress.

At that time, Song Yuqiao was only in the third year of junior high school, but he was trained by Mr. Song as his successor. Although the things he learned were more complicated, he was still able to learn all his courses in advance - whether they were in school or private. He took time out of his busy schedule to patiently teach him, accompany him to do homework, and summarize knowledge points for him.

Song Yuqiao could always answer any question he asked.

He remembered saying with admiration, "Brother, how come you know everything? You're like a walking encyclopedia."

Then Song Yuqiao raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Siri?"

He blinked his eyes and muttered, "Brother is my Siri." He then covered his mouth and laughed, calling Song Yuqiao "Mr. Siri."

At that time, Song Jianan thought that he had the best brother in the world, so he was not so sad even though his father and dad didn't like him.

He thought that Song Yuqiao would get married in the future and live with a beautiful Omega. At that time, he would no longer be able to stick to Song Yuqiao all the time, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but he felt that his brother loved him so much that he would definitely not ignore him just because he had a partner.

But he didn't expect that before Song Yuqiao got married, after Song Yuqiao went abroad to study, the relationship between them changed, far more than he worried.

Song Yuqiao would never call him Jiajia again, hated physical contact with him, and even looked at him the same way he looked at everyone else. He never failed to show proper courtesy to his family, and Song Jianan's name was never left out of the gift list, but that was all.

Song Jianan realized later that his brother no longer liked him.

During that time, he cried many times. At first, he cried in front of Song Yuqiao, but later he could only cry secretly alone.

After that, he gradually got used to Song Yuqiao's indifference and stopped crying about it. It was just one less person who liked him and one more person who ignored him.

He walked forward dejectedly, day after day, until late at night when he could not sleep, and only then did he dare to think about the past under the dim moonlight.

Later, he was kicked out of the Song family. Many things happened and he was unable to take care of himself. Everything he had in the Song family gradually faded away with the passage of time.

But not mentioning or touching it does not mean forgetting it.

The intimacy of more than ten years became the most important part of Song Jianan's life. He carefully preserved it so that no one would find out. He also secretly treated the Song Yuqiao who had become cold and ruthless differently from the Song Yuqiao of those ten years.

But he didn't expect that Song Yuqiao would even deprive him of those gray memories. He had to cut them hard and break them into pieces. He told Song Jianan viciously: All the good things in the past were fake. Song Yuqiao never looked down on him. In Song Yuqiao's heart, he was just a useless fool.

Song Yuqiao was like a person who created a beautiful dream for him, but ended it abruptly a few years ago, and then broke the old dream with his own hands a few years later, coldly and cruelly.

Compared to this, Song Yuqiao's little bit of pity for him seemed ridiculous.

Song Jianan's consciousness was light, as if his soul was floating in the air. He wondered if he was about to die, as he couldn't even feel the sadness or pain.

But this feeling was different from the real death in his previous life. There was no pain, and he could vaguely feel someone calling him.

And then... then it seemed to become very noisy, with a lot of people talking.

It seemed like someone was losing his temper, as fierce as Song Yuqiao.

Then he lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a white ceiling.

Song Jianan stared blankly at the ceiling, his brain was slow to think, and it took him a long time to react where he was.

After a while, I could smell the smell of disinfectant slowly at the tip of my nose.

He turned his eyes and finally confirmed that he was in the hospital.

I sat up holding the quilt and slowly remembered everything that happened last night.

Song Yuqiao pushed the door open, paused for a moment, and then walked in.

Song Jianan didn't look up, his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly. As Song Yuqiao approached step by step, his slender white fingers closed and grasped the quilt tightly.

Song Yuqiao sat down beside the bed, opened the lunch box, picked up the spoon and was about to feed him: "Jia Jia, have breakfast first. We'll have the nurse take your temperature and do a few tests later, and then we'll go home."

He restrained the coldness he usually exuded, and his tone was unexpectedly gentle, which was very different from his angry appearance last night.

Song Jianan tilted his head and said in a humming voice, "I'll eat it myself."

Song Yuqiao responded with a "OK" and moved the small table.

Song Jianan wanted to turn sideways to avoid his sight, but it was not convenient on the hospital bed, so he could only bury his head lower.

During this period, Song Yuqiao would stare at him during every meal at home. He gradually changed his habit of eating too fast. Now, he held the porridge with both hands and drank it in big mouthfuls, making a slurping sound.

It was rare for Song Yuqiao not to frown or make a noise about his unrefined dining etiquette. This was undoubtedly a silent apology of humility.

But the more he did this, the more aggrieved Song Jianan felt, and big tears rolled down her cheeks into the porridge.

Song Yuqiao noticed it, reached out to take the porridge, touched his cheek with his slightly cool fingertips, lifted up his face which was a little pale due to illness, and gently wiped away his tears.

Song Jianan turned his head and tried to avoid it, but couldn't.

The look he gave Song Yuqiao inevitably carried a hint of anger, but it quickly dissipated when it met Song Yuqiao's eyes, or rather, it was subconsciously hidden.

Song Yuqiao's heart tightened, and he lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Then, she held him in her arms, buried his pitiful face in her chest, and poured all the tears in her eyes on him.

Song Yuqiao's voice was hoarse with a hint of imperceptible caution: "Jia Jia, don't cry."

He closed his eyes and squeezed out a difficult apology from his throat: "I'm sorry."

Song Jianan thought he had an illusion, but he heard Song Yuqiao repeat it again: "Jia Jia, I'm sorry."

He is apologizing.

Song Yuqiao was apologizing to him.

Song Jianan looked dazed, and the emotions surging in his heart became very strange for a moment, not seeming sad at all.

He felt that the way Song Yuqiao apologized was like the brother who used to coax him and hug him.

His mind was in a mess and he was stunned, not knowing how to react.

As his silence lengthened, Song Yuqiao pursed her lips, held his shoulders, widened the distance between them, and lowered her eyes to look at him.

Anyone else would have walked down the stairs and forgotten last night's unpleasantness. The sponsor didn't need to consider his lover's feelings; sending him to the hospital and apologizing were already giving him enough face.

But Song Jianan didn't.

He lowered his head, his thick, curled eyelashes were wet with tears and stuck together into small clusters, and he blinked gently.

He choked up a little and said very softly, "I'm not stupid."

Like an insecure cub eager to seek comfort and recognition from its companions.

Song Yuqiao froze for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "No, Jiajia, of course not."

"I don't know anything."

Song Jianan wiped away her tears and counted off the jobs she had done on her fingers: "I can hand out flyers, wash dishes, deliver food, work as a waiter, do live broadcasts... and now I can also be a model."

As I counted, tears began to fall again.

After counting, he sniffed, wiped his face twice with his fingers, raised his tear-stained face, looked at him with stubborn eyes, and told him clearly: "I don't know anything."

Song Yuqiao suppressed the emotions rising in his heart, looked into his tear-filled eyes, and sincerely apologized to him for the third time: "Brother, I said the wrong thing. Jiajia, please forgive me, okay?"

Song Jianan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Song Yuqiao would say other words of apology besides the three words "I'm sorry".

Apologizing three times in less than an hour, this is totally impossible for Song Yuqiao to happen.

He opened his lips, wanting to say I forgive you.

But she just pursed her lips, lowered her head again, and scratched the lines on the quilt with her fingers.

The ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and a silent stalemate permeated the space between the two of them.

In the brief few minutes, Song Jianan thought a lot. He thought that Song Yuqiao's voice when he apologized was different from usual. Perhaps it was because he was found unconscious with a fever yesterday, and Song Yuqiao was frightened, so he apologized three times today.

He wondered if his relationship with Song Yuqiao shouldn't have existed from the beginning. They had just broken away from their biological relationship, and they had quickly entered into another shady relationship. It was shameful. Moreover, Song Yuqiao was always angry and obviously had many complaints about him, and he was indeed not a qualified lover. Not only could he not soothe Song Yuqiao's temper well, but he would also secretly be angry. This relationship didn't last long, and he already felt a little reluctant, for both him and Song Yuqiao.

He also thought that he didn't need to ask Song Yuqiao about what kind of person he was. Song Yuqiao didn't care about him, and that would make him look really stupid. His angry silence was also inappropriate. Whether he was sad or in pain, he shouldn't have directed it at Song Yuqiao. Song Yuqiao was the one who helped him escape the nightmare of his past life. However, the price of this help was a bit painful for Song Jianan, a pain that he could hardly bear.

Song Jianan's eyelids drooped, knowing that he couldn't let the silence extend any longer. He moved his lips and said, "I haven't finished my porridge yet."

Song Yuqiao put the porridge on the small table for him. This time he didn't stare at him, but stood by the window with his back to him.

Song Jianan no longer made any rude noises in despair and drank the remaining half bowl of porridge.

The tense atmosphere was dispelled within a few minutes of drinking porridge.

Had breakfast and had another checkup.

Song Jianan accidentally caught a cold during the day and was frightened at night, which led to his high fever. His fever subsided in the early morning, and aside from a few cold symptoms, all his indicators were normal.

After the results came out, Song Jianan followed Song Yuqiao and got on the car back to Xihe Garden.

Unlike the silence in the past, this not-too-long journey seemed to be stuck in a stalemate - Song Yuqiao was clearly talking to him, saying that he had asked for leave for him to recuperate at home, and that he would take him to Yuhai for a trip when he was better. Song Jianan was also trying hard to answer him, but their conversation was always intermittent.

Sometimes Song Jianan would take a long time to understand and think before replying slowly. Sometimes Song Yuqiao would be silent for a long time before suddenly starting a new topic.

Song Jianan didn't really want to deal with it, but Song Yuqiao, contrary to his usual behavior, always had something to say.

After the high fever, his head was still a little dizzy. He leaned against the car window with a listless look, and thought of a good idea. He closed his eyes and decided to pretend to be asleep.

The car became quiet and the world became much quieter.

Song Jianan's tense spirit relaxed a little, and the events of the past two days emerged in his mind frame by frame.

He felt a peace he had never felt before.

Song Yuqiao's apology did not make him forget what he said last night.

No one would love a clumsy and dull Beta, probably not even Song Yuqiao in the past.

But fortunately, he experienced being abandoned once and suffered another blow, but it was nothing. After the pain, life still went on.

It's good enough that he won't suffer the same tragic fate as in his previous life.

When Song Yuqiao gets tired of him, he can leave Song Yuqiao and everything related to the Song family forever.

Let those beautiful dreams of self-comfort be shattered.

It didn't belong to him in the first place.

The car drove steadily on the avenue, his thoughts gradually became blurred, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

I don’t know if it was because the medicine he took had a side effect of making him drowsy, but he slept very soundly. He was unaware of Song Yuqiao carrying him to the bed and slept until the evening.

The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out light very well, so that one couldn't see one's hand in front of one's face. Song Jianan opened the curtains, and the dim light came in, reflecting on his face, soft and beautiful.

But those dark eyes looked less lively than before, as if they were listless.

Song Yuqiao pushed the door open and came in.

The room was pitch black, with only a faint light coming through the glass window.

Song Jianan sat on the bay window, hugged his knees with his hands, rested his head on them, and looked out the window.

He completely blended into the darkness, his figure was thin and light, as if he would disappear along with the darkness as soon as the light was turned on.

Song Yuqiao stopped at the door for a moment and did not go forward, perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing him.

Song Jianan heard the sound of the door opening and waited for a while, but the person didn't speak. He turned around and saw a vague tall silhouette.

"elder brother?"

Song Yuqiao pressed the switch and saw that the young man had slightly messy hair, with two hairs sticking up, and his face was a little pale. The room suddenly became bright, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Song Yuqiao walked over and asked, "Why are you sitting here?"

When Song Jianan opened his eyes, a tall and straight figure stood in front of him, blocking most of the dazzling white light.

Song Yuqiao reached out and played with his hair, straightening it out.

Song Jianan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and pointed at the lighted garden outside the window, and whispered, "The garden looks beautiful in the evening."

Song Yuqiao looked in the direction he pointed.

It was dark and the lights in the garden were turned on. They were bright incandescent lamps, without the hazy and soft beauty of the dusk glow.

"Ask the gardener to change the garden lights tomorrow."

He looked at Song Jianan again and asked, "Are you hungry? The kitchen has warmed up the porridge. Do you want to eat some?"

When Song Jianan heard what he said, he remembered that he had only eaten breakfast today. He suddenly felt hungry and nodded, saying, "I'm hungry. I want to eat."

He came down from the bay window and stepped barefoot on the ground.

His fever had just subsided, but he didn't dare turn on the air conditioner. The room was still filled with heat from the day, and the floor was ice-cold. It felt comfortable to step on, but he curled his toes.

Because Song Yuqiao frowned.

Song Jianan lowered his head.

But the imagined inexplicable anger did not come.

Song Yuqiao picked him up horizontally, his eyes slightly filled with resentment, "You're such a grown-up, but you don't know how to wear shoes? You're not afraid of catching a cold even though you're still sick."

Song Jianan shrank his neck and said softly, "I won't do that next time."

Song Yuqiao paused slightly, tightened his hands, and when he noticed that Song Jianan's eyes were filled with tears from pain, he slowly relaxed, walked a few steps to the bed, and put him on it.

He squatted down, held the thin white legs, and put on slippers for him. When he let go, his eyes lingered on Lingding's ankle for a moment, his expression moved slightly, then quickly calmed down.

Song Jianan has always been slow, but this time he was keenly aware of his lingering gaze, pursed his lips, and before he could think about it, Song Yuqiao stood up.

"Let's go."

Butler Xue saw two people appear at the stairs. When they got downstairs, dinner was already on the table.

There was not only the century egg and lean meat porridge that Song Jianan liked, but also boiled shrimp and a few light side dishes.

There was only porridge and side dishes in front of Song Jianan. The boiled shrimp was in front of Song Yuqiao. He glanced at it casually, lowered his head and drank the porridge without eating much of the dish.

In the last two years of his previous life, he often had no food to eat. Although his taste did not change much, he preferred meat to vegetarian food, and he liked to eat big fish and meat.

He drank his porridge and thought about asking Jin Yu and Xie Mao to go out for crayfish when he got back to school.

After eating a bowl of porridge, he was full. Just as he put down his bowl and chopsticks, a plate of peeled shrimps was pushed in front of him.

"Eat it."

Song Jianan looked up in surprise.

Song Yuqiao wiped his hands with a wet towel and was replying to messages on his phone.

He took a bite of the tender shrimp meat and his nose felt a little sour.

The portion of shrimp was not large, but I was still addicted to it after finishing it.

Song Yuqiao said, "If you want to eat, tell the housekeeper to make more tomorrow."

Song Jianan responded softly and had no intention of giving any opinions on tomorrow's menu.

His body felt sticky and he wanted to take a shower, but Song Yuqiao insisted on accompanying him in the garden to help digest his food, and only let him go upstairs half an hour later.

After taking a shower, he didn't leave the room again and waited until Song Yuqiao came back.

It was getting late, Song Yuqiao asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Song Jianan knelt on the bed, his dark eyes like dull stones, staring at him and saying, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Song Yuqiao was obviously startled, his expression was moved, and thick emotions surged in his eyes. In the end, he endured it and just reached out to rub his hair, "You go to sleep first, I have to get something and go back to the study."

Song Jianan lowered his head and said, "Okay."

Song Yuqiao did not miss the disappointment that flashed across his eyes. Her legs felt like they had nails on them and she couldn't move a step. Looking at his soft head, something in her eyes was boiling and about to burst out.

In particular, he also noticed the red rope on the snow-white ankle. As Song Jianan gently moved his foot, the silver bell made a crisp sound.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly reached out, lifted Song Jianan's panicked face, leaned over and kissed her.

Song Jianan was caught off guard by the kiss. After a panic, he cooperated and hugged Song Yuqiao's waist, stroking his back in a disorderly manner and kissing him back awkwardly.

His response was like a spark that ignited a prairie fire.

Song Yuqiao kissed her more eagerly and fiercely than ever before, their lips and tongues fighting with each other, and the sound of water continued.

Song Jianan never knew that kissing could be so tiring. He gradually forgot what to do with his hands, tightly grasped the fabric on Song Yuqiao's back, and responded with difficulty.

Even though it was difficult to cope with, he never thought of doing it perfunctorily, disappointing Song Yuqiao, and ending it quickly.

How could Song Yuqiao not feel his initiative and enthusiasm? He didn't have time to think about the reason. All the cells in his body were excited, his blood was boiling, and his reason was overwhelmed by desire.

Suddenly, he picked up the person and put him in the middle of the big bed.

The two of them lay across the middle of the bed and continued kissing.

The taste of ice, the sound of lingering saliva exchange, and the intense heartbeat intertwined together, creating a great sense of happiness in Song Yuqiao's heart. He had never felt so happy as at this moment - even if this might be an illusion.

It is hard to tell whose skin the palm of your hand touches is cold and whose is slightly hot.

Like snow, a piece of white, as if it has melted, leaving traces of moisture, reflecting a crystal luster under the light.

The soft lips held the sweet cherry, but it was not enough, so she took a big bite.

Song Jianan knew that Song Yuqiao liked to hear the sounds he made, and subconsciously wanted to bite his lips, but he loosened his white teeth, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and also covered the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes, letting the distorted voice that didn't sound like his leak out from between his lips and teeth.

Sometimes, his feet would rub against the sheets, making a silvery sound that mixed with his unnaturally soft voice, which was unbearable to the ears. His ears turned red and he was too embarrassed to open his eyes to face it.

When I closed my eyes, I found that my other senses were magnified several times.

Not only was there the intermittent sound of bells and his voice, but also a low, heavy breathing and the sticky sound of lips separating from skin and flesh...

In an instant, Song Jianan's ears turned red as if blood was dripping, and he could clearly feel that Song Yuqiao's lips were cold and soft.

Song Yuqiao's palms are very broad, and his fingers are slender and strong. When he pinches, kneads, or rubs them casually, sometimes it doesn't hurt, and sometimes it hurts a little. You can tell without looking that there will be a red spot.

Her body trembled slightly, and her round toes curled up and relaxed.

Song Jianan couldn't bear it any longer and opened his eyes again.

A subtle coolness covered his skin, and he curled the corners of his lips, with a hint of smile in his moist eyes.

When an Alpha who is not in a susceptible period releases pheromones in bed, it means that the Alpha is in high sexual desire and cannot control the pheromones rationally.

The entire snow-white was in Song Yuqiao's palms and between his lips. He rubbed and twisted it gently, and the gorgeous color polluted the pure white snow.

Song Yuqiao licked and ate almost eagerly and greedily, sucking and sucking with a sound that made people blush, from the white and tender cheeks to the chin, neck, and collarbone...

It was Jia Jia who opened it up to him on her own initiative, so he could enjoy it to his heart's content.

As the thought came to his mind, his breathing became heavier. He buried himself in the snow, wishing he would never stop.

The arrow is on the string, but it has not been released.

Song Jianan felt so tense that he couldn't help but urge her on and extended his hand.

Scratching the itch through the shoe makes it even more unbearable.

Song Yuqiao raised his head, his light-colored pupils were stained with strong desire, and the look at him was frightening.

Song Jianan didn't know whether to stop or continue, and looked panic-stricken.

Doesn't he like it?

Song Yuqiao looked at him deeply, his reason and desire fighting against each other, and he barely restrained his impulse with all his strength.

Just when Song Jianan was about to cry, Song Yuqiao regained his remaining sanity, took away the hand, and got up from him.

Song Jianan panicked and stood up. Two thin white arms wrapped around him like vines, and her face pressed against his back. She whispered to him, "Brother, please don't leave, okay?"

The lips kissed delicately through the thin shirt, as if it was there and not there, like a hook in the heart, making people itchy and unable to resist, and just wanting more.

The dripping tears wet the thin cloth, without a trace of pity, only deep and thick desire growing wildly.

Song Yuqiao gently placed his hand on Song Jianan's to prevent him from sliding down.

His sharp eyes stared at a blank wall, his handsome face full of patience, "Jia Jia, stop it, you're still sick."

The veins on his arms were bulging, and he restrained the strength in his hands. His body was tense and seemed a little stiff, and his back was even stiffer. He didn't dare to relax at all.

He struggled and struggled to suppress the waves surging in his heart, fearing that he would make another mistake accidentally.

Jiajia is ignorant and he can't let him act recklessly.

"I heard that when you have a fever or a cold, your body temperature is higher than usual, which is very comfortable. Don't you want to try it, brother?"

Song Jianan's voice was thin, soft, and obedient when he spoke, just as soft as his lips when he kissed the gland on the back of his neck. But both his words and his actions were so bold and explicit.

He held the soft piece of flesh in his mouth, kissed it gently, and bit it unskillfully.

Little do they know that Alpha's glands cannot be touched at all. Alpha will subconsciously feel uncomfortable, thinking that this is a provocation, and thus develop violent emotions in his heart.

The gentle bite on the back of the neck almost made Song Yuqiao lose control, but he was not violent. Instead, he wanted to turn around, pin the person who was playing the trick under him, and teach him a lesson, so that he would know that there would be a price to pay for touching the Alpha's glands.

He automatically ignored the cautious flattery mixed in the voice, bent the knuckles on the back of Song Jianan's hand, clenched it tightly, and the nerves in his cerebral cortex were beating and clamoring wildly.

Alpha's eyes were like fire, about to burn off the last bit of rationality, "Do you know what you are saying?"

Song Jianan leaned on his back without stopping his movements, and said in a vague voice: "Brother, try it."

My sanity, on the brink of collapse, completely collapsed.

Song Yuqiao's Adam's apple moved, "Okay."

He turned around, clasped the back of Song Jianan's head with his hands, and leaned over to kiss him.

There is no need to suppress your instincts, just indulge them.

But Beta's body could not withstand Alpha's unrestrained desire, so he still restrained his reckless impulse.

A trace of fear flashed through Song Jianan's heart. He closed his eyes nervously and tried to relax, but found that it was not as scary as he had imagined.

Song Yuqiao was so gentle that he felt as if he was a treasure held in his palm.

This idea was too absurd, so he quickly suppressed his inappropriate thoughts and obeyed.

…

"Why is Jiajia so well behaved today?"

Song Yuqiao's joyful voice rang in his ears.

Song Jianan didn't want to answer, so she hugged him tightly, raised her slender neck, and the large kiss marks were clearly exposed under the light.

It was as if his throat was not his own. Once he stopped suppressing it, the sound it produced was melodious and undulating. He had no idea that his voice could be so unrestrained.

For a moment, an indescribable shame washed over him like a tide, and he actually felt a pleasure he had never experienced before, so pleasurable that it made his scalp tingle.

Song Yuqiao seemed to notice it and chuckled softly, with a deep sense of satisfaction welling up from within.

He said with a hint of temptation: "Jia Jia is so well behaved, brother will reward Jia Jia, okay?"

A white foot swayed in a beautiful arc beside his ear. He reached out and grabbed it, put it to his lips and kissed the instep, then slowly licked the delicate ankle.

The narrow eyes stared at the dazed face for a moment. The hair was messy, there were traces of tears on the face, the eyes were blurred, the rosy lips were slightly open, and the red tip of the tongue was faintly visible.

So beautiful.

The beautiful Jia Jia belongs to him alone.

He curled his lips, a smile spreading across his brows, and his handsome face actually revealed a bit of enchanting allure.

Deliberately playing tricks, forcing him to ask: "Jia Jia, tell me, okay?"

The pillow was suddenly wrinkled by the slender fingers, and the feet that were held kicked and shook uncontrollably, but only moved lightly twice in the broad palm.

Song Jianan forgot his purpose and had no idea what he answered.

…

Due to the special nature of his pheromones, Song Yuqiao's body temperature is usually low all year round. Even when he is aroused, he is different from ordinary Alphas who seem to be burning with fever.

His reaction was hidden in the rich pheromones and in the blood flowing under his skin.

His eyes were as hot as his mouth.

Song Jianan was wrapped in a wet, hot environment.

Soft and inclusive, not missing any detail.

Something exploded in my mind.

The legs resting on Song Yuqiao's broad shoulders were shaking slightly.

The red fingerprints and teeth marks on the calves look like fresh strawberries under the light, soaked in milky white milk, sweet and delicious.

Song Jianan was lost in a daze.

The few experiences he had came from Song Yuqiao, who was rough and fierce most of the time, and made him feel painful.

Only then did he realize that Beta could also be happy in this kind of thing.

He covered his eyes in embarrassment, his cheeks flushed.

How could he be so self-degrading as to want more...

Song Yuqiao must have done it on purpose, wanting to see him being toyed with and unable to extricate himself.

What rewards are you talking about? It's obviously bad.

Song Jianan's eyes turned red.

Whimpering softly.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s too comfortable or something else.

But Song Yuqiao still asked him: "Does Jiajia like it?"

…

At the end of May, the night breeze blows, bringing a slight chill.

The dryness in the bedroom faded away, but a chill was felt, as if it had just snowed in early winter.

Only Alpha or Omega knows how strong the pheromones of S-level Alpha are in a closed space.

The slow-witted Beta lay obediently, as if immersed in warm water, softened and cooked thoroughly, emitting the scent of Alpha from the inside out.

Song Yuqiao still felt it was not enough.

A little thicker, a little thicker.

Jiajia has been stained with his scent, and I hope it will never disappear.

The canine teeth rubbed against the neck, biting a piece of tender flesh. The light-colored eyes turned red in an instant, and the teeth exerted force, about to pierce the skin.

He suddenly stopped.

Jiajia can't bear it and will cry.

Jiajia was so well behaved today, how could he let him cry.

He suppressed his instinct, retracted his canine teeth, and kissed her gently.

…

Alpha was restrained and Beta was submissive and accommodating. It was a nearly perfect night.

They looked like a couple in love, hugging each other tightly after it was over.

Their sweaty chests pressed against each other, transmitting each other's heartbeats and body temperatures.

When Song Jianan recovered, he was already in the bathtub. He hurriedly held down Song Yuqiao's hand, blushing, and looking away: "I can do it myself."

Song Yuqiao looked at him, ruffled his hair, said okay, and went out.

Song Jianan breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned up carefully, took a shower and then walked out of the bathroom.

Song Yuqiao was leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through a book in his hand, and looked up when he heard the sound.

Song Jianan pursed his lips and said, "Brother, I'm done washing."

Song Yuqiao put down the book and said, "You go to sleep first, no need to wait for me."

When he came out of the bathroom, there was a bulge on the bed.

He was now clear-headed and had returned to his usual serious demeanor. His gaze fell on the bed and became much gentler. He walked closer and saw that Song Jianan was not asleep.

Song Jianan raised his furry head in the thin quilt, blinked, and stared at him straight.

Song Yuqiao asked: "Aren't you sleepy?"

Song Jianan shook his head, thinking that he still had something to say to Song Yuqiao, he quickly got up from the bed and took Song Yuqiao's arm, "Brother."

A hint of smile flashed across Song Yuqiao's eyes, "What's wrong?"

Song Jianan let go of his hand and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him, afraid that the courage he had finally accumulated would be scared away when facing him. He closed his eyes and said in one go, "I want to go back to school tomorrow to attend classes, and I also have a part-time job..."

He lowered his head even more. "I don't want to take photos anymore, I don't want to be a model anymore. Can I do other part-time jobs?"

The smile in Song Yuqiao's eyes faded, and she swept across his fluttering eyelashes, covering his pair of black and watery eyes. He lowered his head and frowned, looking well-behaved, pitiful, and extremely confusing.

He sneered.

He knew that Song Jianan would rather risk her health to seduce him, and she must have some ulterior motive.

Part-time job, part-time job!

Is she so obsessed with part-time work because she thinks he doesn't pay her enough? Or is it that even though Song Jianan and he have been having an affair for a long time, she still wants to maintain a high and mighty attitude and distance herself from him?

Does he really plan to leave cleanly without any regrets after a year?

No wonder he was eager for him to sign the agreement!

What did Song Jianan think of him?

Just throw it away after use?

I provoked him and yet I still wanted to leave!

There is no such good thing!

Song Yuqiao's eyes were cold as he pinched his face and lifted it up.

The hurtful words were on the tip of his tongue, but his mind flashed back to the image of Song Jianan last night with flushed cheeks, burning body, and unconsciousness in his arms. The words rolled around on the tip of his tongue before he swallowed them all back into his stomach.

He looked into those black eyes that were welling up with tears and said expressionlessly, "What's the reason? Give me a reason why you must take a part-time job?"

Song Jianan was so scared that he trembled and his lips trembled.

Didn't he take the initiative? Wasn't Song Yuqiao satisfied yet? Why was he still not agreeing?

What should he do to make Song Yuqiao stop interfering in his affairs?

His thoughts were almost written on his face and could be easily understood. Song Yuqiao's expression became even uglier.

"Jia Jia, isn't it written in your agreement that this is your obligation? Using it as a condition of exchange is not enough."

Song Jianan opened his tearful eyes wide, trembling with trembling lips, but he didn't know how to refute. He cried out in grievance and helplessness: "Brother..."

Song Yuqiao laughed again, but his eyes became colder, "You still remember to call me brother."

"Do you think of me as your brother? What did I not give you? And yet you went to work part-time without telling me, and took revealing photos of women wearing women's clothing? Do you know how many people have seen your photos? And how many people have..."

He stopped abruptly, suddenly shook off Song Jianan, turned his back and took a deep breath.

Song Jianan bit her lip, staring at his back, raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, and after a while, she lowered her eyelashes and said in a very low voice: "How can a brother sleep with his younger brother?"

Song Yuqiao's back was noticeably stiff.

Song Jianan said: "Is it not okay if I stop being a model and stop shooting women's clothing?"

If he hadn't woken up in the evening and seen the message Wen Xue sent him, telling him that he could no longer do this part-time modeling job, why would he have begged Song Yuqiao so humbly.

Song Jianan got out of bed, walked over and hugged Song Yuqiao's waist, his face pressed against his back, "Brother, please agree. I will pay attention in the future and will never make you angry again."

Song Yuqiao remained indifferent: "Jia Jia, what's so good about a part-time job? Why do you have to go?"

Song Jianan was silent for a moment before he said, "I can make money working part-time, and I want to make money."

"Where's the card I gave you?"

Song Jianan loosened his arm and said, "When you don't need me anymore, can you promise not to take the card back?"

Song Yuqiao turned around, frowned, and was about to say something.

Song Jianan interrupted him and looked into his eyes calmly: "Don't say you can't."

"Song Yuqiao, you should know that when the Song family kicked me out, they took back all my belongings."

"I don't dare to covet things that don't belong to me, but I also don't believe I can take them away."

Song Yuqiao said: "Jia Jia, that day will never come."

Song Jianan pulled the corner of his mouth, turned his head and said, "Who knows."