Chapter 21 Good. Virtue: Certain Moderate Behaviors



Chapter 21 Okay. Virtue: Certain Moderate Behaviors

- Perhaps Phyllus has cognition, he knows that in Tang En's eyes, he is like a fragile piece of white porcelain.

Tang En thought.

If a person wants to show the right appearance at the right time, it requires talent and effort. She will feel happy because others use the results of this effort on her.

This is a feeling of being flattered.

As a person in power, the feeling of having the power to judge whether the other party's flattery is useful to oneself.

Most people will be dazzled by it, but Tang En has seen too much, and she is also familiar with this power relationship. Once the person being begged is confused, he will lose the power to choose.

- A person who is dazzled by power will inevitably give up some vital interests.

She is a power animal, a political animal.

So Tang En kindly reminded him:

"Phyllus, you are Beta, I am Alpha," Tang En touched Phyllus's cheek, her expression was half-smile, "Although everyone hears that AO is different and ignores Beta, AB is also different."

Her upbringing did not allow her to speak out, and putting AO and AB side by side in one sentence was an ambiguity that Tang En was unwilling to say.

Phyllus was a junior brother who could please her very much. Whether he was like this naturally or was trying to please her, Tang En didn't care. What

she cared about was that she would cross the moral bottom line.

After further investigation, Tang En admitted that she felt a little implicit attraction in Phyllus. She was rarely willing to take the initiative to have physical contact with people, but she would take the initiative to reach out and touch Phyllus.

Once this kind of thing spreads to the level of consciousness, there is no way to mess with her subconscious mind.

Calus still said stubbornly: "What's the difference."

"The difference is huge. You shouldn't have a cohabitation-like relationship with an Alpha at this age."

Tang En withdrew her hand and tied a knot in her hand around the bag.

Although it is not good to eat leftovers, she felt that if she threw the bag away now, it might irritate the other party. It would be better to let Calus take it back, and also achieve the purpose of making the leftovers disappear in her dormitory.

Tang En didn't know that her expression was particularly gentle now.

This gentleness even made Calus forget what his original purpose was when he proposed to live with Tang En.

That idea was just "wanting to be with her."

Philus felt her silent protection of him...but didn't she know that her protection would give him such an unprecedented experience? Philus even complained a little that if he was in a gang, he would not be treated like this, and at best he would just get a "get out"; Owen would only instigate him.

He had seen too many people drooling over him, and they longed for a beautiful and empty doll more than a person.

Philus couldn't look away, he could only stare at her tightly, racking his brains to think about what he should do to stay with her.

"Senior sister, what if I just want to live with you."

Philus' voice trembled a little.

Tang En looked up at him, and Philus' next words were a little incoherent.

"Sister, I want to stay by your side, I don't want to leave... I have walked a long way, the starlight belts between galaxies are so beautiful, but I don't want to walk alone again."

At this time, Felix began to hate his poor language skills, and even began to hate why his mission target was Tang En.

If Tang En was not Campbell, then he would not be so tormented now.

But it is better for Tang En to be Campbell. She is the best Alpha he has ever seen. She deserves her current status and position. She should not have met him.

It's really damnable.

He shouldn't have begged her so rashly and opened himself up in front of her.

Felix was not afraid that Tang En would judge his seduction.

Tang En's two rejections even made him feel like a huge stone was lifted from his heart. He only felt a little disappointed, and the rest was the luck of surviving a disaster.

He was afraid that Tang En would judge his plea, and judge himself who was dissected by himself.

How shameful that was, he was talking nonsense.

"Senior sister... let me stay."

Phyllus felt a warm palm touching his cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

Tang En frowned. Although Phyllus' words seemed to be a confession, Tang En vaguely felt that it was not that simple.

- It was more like a cry for help than a confession. - It

was like being trapped in a quagmire of emotions, not understanding why he was like this, and not knowing where the future would go.

Tang En had been in close contact with this state before, and depression followed him everywhere.

When Phyllus's mind was already in a daze, he realized the wet tears on his face.

He looked at Tang En a little dully, and seeing her worried expression, he suddenly realized that he didn't know that he had already developed symptoms of hyperventilation.

Tang En pressed him in his arms, picked him up and put him on the sofa, then took out a paper book from under the coffee table and pressed it against Phyllus's face.

The sudden darkness and reduced air supply calmed Phyllus down, and after about a few minutes, he had a real sense of his situation.

Calus felt his abdomen getting warm. He pulled aside the book covering his face and saw Tang En sitting in front of him. Her back and the backrest of the sofa sandwiched him in the middle. The narrow space that held his body gave him a strong sense of security.

Tang En had her back to him, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Sister... I'm fine."

Calus didn't dare to let Tang En continue to lean against him. He could even feel the temperature of her skin.

Tang En didn't control her pheromones. After all, this was in her own dormitory, and she thought he was a Beta.

The pungent rose scent and the temperature of the other person's body had already caused Calus to have an embarrassing reaction. He felt his glands were hot and there was an unspeakable dampness.

Tang En turned his head to look at him, sighed softly, and said, "I agree to let you move in. There is also a room for you in the first-year dormitory, but you have to agree to one condition."

Phyllis' eyes widened and looked at her incredulously.

"I can do any condition."

Tang En said, "You have to go for psychological evaluation regularly."

Phyllis was a little confused: psychological evaluation?

He had heard of mental illness, but mental problems were not special in Sigma. Everyone was the same if they didn't have some mental problems, so they turned a blind eye and treated everyone as normal.

From this perspective, Sigma was a huge mental hospital.

Phyllis didn't think Tang En would harm him, so he agreed directly.

"I'll go."

Tang En looked at his complete trust. Even though she knew that his current dependence on her might be caused by mental problems, she still felt a little soft-hearted.

The strength of Balus was one of the things she valued in him. As a Beta, his Sigma origin was also something she valued. She chose Balus to join her circle and also had to accept some of his own problems.

She would not ask the reasons. His past had already left too deep a mark on his spirit.

She didn't care about his past, she only cared about the future.

Tang En reached out and touched Balus' hair. She had begun to look forward to Balus' mental health in the future and moving out of her dormitory.

Balus obediently let her touch him and buried his face in the sofa.

Because he had long hair, Tang En didn't notice that her hand would press the gland under his hair as it slid down his hair to his back.

It was like the wind playing with the leaves, without any rules, just a light touch, and then it left, but it made people's hearts itch.

Felix didn't dare to raise his face. He knew she didn't mean it. The gland was really just a decoration for Beta. She just liked his hair and wanted to touch it.

He collapsed on the sofa, his body was fixed and unable to move. He lay there quietly, his face flushed, biting his wrist to prevent himself from making any sound.


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