Binge eating (3)
Only after both ends were bitten to pieces did Song Shu let go of the poor straw.
The bartender looked at the straw, then at Song Shu. The redness of his earlobes spread to his cheeks. Some of his damaged glands also tried to secrete pheromones, but were blocked by the pheromone blocking patch.
The pheromone could not float out, but the person himself was deeply aware of the process of pheromone secretion. The bartender's eyes were bright, as if he had discovered a great treasure, and he chatted with Song Shu about everything, and Song Shu occasionally responded with a sentence or two. The attitude was not very enthusiastic, but the bartender did not feel unhappy. He watched Song Shu ravage the straw, and finally understood why the foreman always greeted Song Shu.
It's okay to be a little cold, as long as you're not cold in bed.
The bartender was very enthusiastic and Song Shu continued eating as if nothing had happened.
He is very hungry.
It was unclear whether it was a side effect of overeating, but Song Shu could not even finish a meal. He went to the buffet counter to get some food, and when he came back, the bartender was reaching out, as if he wanted to take the straw from his glass.
No, it would be a bit presumptuous to think so.
Seeing the bartender's hand about to touch the straw, Song Shu hesitated and reminded him: "I'm back."
The hand was withdrawn suddenly, and subconsciously put behind the back. This action seemed a bit guilty, and the bartender sat up straight again, folded his hands and supported his chin, trying to pretend that nothing happened, "You're back."
"Um."
Song Shu nodded. He said that sentence just as a reminder to avoid any misunderstanding.
The bartender had already withdrawn his hand, but he was still a little embarrassed and wanted to do something, say something to change the subject. It happened that the TV station in the restaurant was broadcasting some military news, and he suddenly had an idea and said, "You know Admiral Song Yinxing, right? His warship landed in Bell Harbor a few days ago, and many people went to see it."
"If I didn't have to go to work, I would go and see it too."
Song Shu blinked, her slightly longer hair falling on her eyelashes, "Is Bell Port nearby?"
If he was nearby, could he go and see Song Yinxing? I heard that Song Yinxing's warship was still in the port.
The bartender shook his head: "It's very far. I'll have to take many days off to get there."
The泔水城 is backward and remote, with underdeveloped transportation. No matter where you go, it is far away, like an isolated island.
People come and go on this island every day, some escape from here, and some fall in. In the interstellar age, you can survive even if you are backward.
Bartender: "Everyone says this place is poor, but I've been here for a long time and I'm used to the life here. It's actually not that bad."
His tone was a little soft, like a scolding and coquettish tone, which was the unique tone of an Omega.
"I was born here." Song Shu recalled his background and spoke a little slowly involuntarily. His cold voice naturally brought a sense of alienation and storytelling.
The bartender was curious: "Do you want to leave?"
Alphas and Omegas have more ways to escape from the swill city than Betas, such as hooking up with rich men, joining the army, etc.
Beta can also use these methods, but in terms of physical fitness and mental strength, Beta is weaker than AO, and even his appearance is mediocre. If Beta wants to escape from the swill city, it seems that the only two possibilities are to have a good face or to study well.
The unfairness of life seemed to have been determined since the day of the division. The fate of most Betas in Ganshui City was to live a mediocre life.
Although the bartender is an Omega, there is an indelible sense of loss and sadness in his eyes when he said these words. Then he joked: "Probably everyone has had the dream of a domineering president falling in love with me."
If he could get close to Song Yinxing, then he would have a bright future. But the bartender was also thinking, who is Song Yinxing? Who are they? It's like two parallel lines that never intersect, and the possibility of meeting is zero.
Song Shu was not very good at comforting others. After listening to the bartender's words, he handed over the small cake on the plate in a somewhat dry tone, "Want to eat?"
The bartender was a bit surprised.
Every time Song Shu went to the buffet counter to get food, he would stare at this little cake very closely.
Because it’s so delicious and hard to grab, this should be the last piece.
But Song Shu gave it to him.
The bartender's mood subtly bubbled. Can Beta be so gentlemanly?
In the past, his estrus partner was an Alpha, a violent creature with uncontrollable emotions that was not cute at all.
Song Shu pushed the cake forward again, thought for a moment, and said comfortingly: "It's good to be an ordinary person."
The boy in front of him lowered his eyes, his lips were still a little wet, and when he lowered his head, the ends of his hair parted, revealing the scar on his neck. The light pink, butterfly-like mark disappeared between the black hair before the bartender could see it clearly.
How many scars does he have?
The bartender was a little surprised. He once thought that Song Shu had such a perfect figure, but such a flawed face. But if he thought about it again, the body wrapped in a Western-style uniform was originally imperfect, and the identity of Beta destined this imperfection.
Such a defect makes onlookers feel regretful, but the owner of the body seems indifferent and doesn't care about anything. Wouldn't he want others to ask him to show a different expression?
The thought flashed through his mind, and the bartender's throat felt a little dry.
…
Lunch time was over and the bartender said goodbye to Song Shu reluctantly.
Song Shu returned to his area. In the afternoon, the number of customers gradually increased, and in the evening, the number of people doubled. But at this time, the Alpha who took over from Song Shu had already come over. The two simply exchanged glances as a greeting, and Song Shu exhaled, loosened his tie and walked towards the backstage staff locker room.
The bar is only lively at night, and because of the scar on his face, the foreman only schedules him to work during the day.
It was a coincidence. Song Shu didn't really like communicating with so many people.
It is now the peak time for shift changes and there are many people in the locker room. Song Shu doesn't want to go in. He stands against the wall in the corridor on one side, hearing the noises in the locker room, and his mouth can't help but feel itchy.
I really wanted to bite something, and I became anxious.
There was a small piece of candy given by the bartender in his pocket. Song Shu peeled it and put it in his mouth.
Hard candy, bitten violently, the sharp parts of the broken candy slide across the tip of the tongue, and the brief satisfaction is followed by a huge emptiness.
Song Shu became more anxious. He lowered his head and searched his pockets, his ear clip gleaming in the light.
The result was that nothing was found.
Song Shu rubbed his temples to suppress his inexplicable anxiety. His tongue kept touching his lips and teeth, which had turned red. He waited for the crowd in the locker room to disperse and the lights to turn off before he walked in and opened his locker.
The locker room smelled very mixed, with AO's pheromones mixed together. Song Shu, an ordinary person, couldn't smell it, so naturally he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. After changing his clothes, Song Shu opened the door, rubbed his sore wrist, and went to the nearest station to wait for the bus.
His quilt was soaked, so he had to go to the mall to buy a new one. Also, when he was changing clothes, 555 told him that his back had a large red patch from something he had touched.
[It should be an allergy. Your quilt is not very good. You need to change it even if it is not wet. ]
Song Shu had been standing in the bar all day and was too tired to talk. He used his phone to search for the cheapest furniture store nearby, and after looking around, he chose the cheapest set of quilts in the cheapest furniture store.
[If you change into this set, you will probably get an allergic reaction. ]
The lights were bright at night. Song Shu wore a mask and sat on a bench waiting at the station. He was a little discouraged: "I don't have much money in my card. This set of quilts will cost a lot."
He had to pay rent next week, and the quilt was cheap, but it was a lot for him.
Song Shu hasn't had to worry about being short of money for a long time, and now he has to split one dollar into two to use, which makes him a little uncomfortable.
He lifted his sleeves, and there was a large red mark on his arm. "Actually, I don't feel anything. If the quilt wasn't wet, I wouldn't have changed it."
With the pain blocking activated, except during the oral stage, this little bit of itchy allergy could not reach him.
Thinking of this, Song Shu became optimistic again. "Let's not buy it. Let's go home directly. Let's put the wet quilt out to dry in the sun. It will be dry in a day. Let's not cover ourselves with the quilt tonight."
555: […]
You are amazing.
So Song Shu went straight home.
It was the rush hour after get off work, and Song Shu was lucky enough to catch the first bus and returned home at around seven o'clock.
When I opened the door, I could smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen. Pei Che was cooking.
Song Shu felt a little embarrassed. He had been sleeping soundly these past few days, and it was Pei Che who helped him cook. Pei Che even knocked on the door and called him to get up and eat.
[Except for gender, she is just like your young wife.] The wife attribute is maxed out.
Song Shu raised his middle finger and said, "Get lost."
Don't insult their pure friendship.
Song Shu put down his schoolbag and took the fast food he bought on the road into the kitchen.
The temperature in the kitchen was higher than that in the living room, and there was a strong smell of food. Pei Che was wearing a bear apron and holding a spatula, his light-colored eyes slightly curved, "You're back."
Song Shu touched his face embarrassedly, "I ask you to cook for me every day..."
"It doesn't matter. I have to eat anyway. I'm cooking for one person, so I might as well cook your portion. It's not good to eat instant noodles every day."
Pei Che took the fast food from Song Shu and smiled: "It has meat. It's a good snack."
The smile was very warm, and Song Shu couldn't help but be infected, "Well, then I'll go out and wipe the table first."
Half an hour later, the simple dinner was ready, and Song Shu and Pei Che chatted while eating. After dinner, Song Shu washed the dishes and took the quilt to the balcony to dry. Pei Che opened the door just in time, "Is your quilt wet?"
"I accidentally spilled some water on it," Song Shu smoothed the quilt, "Let's put it out to dry tonight."
"Then you won't have a blanket to cover yourself tonight."
Pei Che's footsteps were behind him. Song Shu hung up the quilt with great effort and said, "Fortunately, it's not very cold today."
"But the temperature difference between day and night is very big these days. I still have a quilt. How about you use it?"
Pei Che's gentle voice was right beside his ears. Song Shu turned his head and found that Pei Che had been very close to him without him knowing when. The height difference between him and Pei Che was not much different, so he could see Pei Che's eyelashes, which were very long and fluttering a little nervously.
Pei Che: "I washed it, it's very clean and has no smell."
Song Shu paused, "How about I buy it with you?"
"No need." Pei Che waved his hand quickly, "No need, just take it."
【Take it, or you'll catch a cold. 】
Song Shu hesitated for a while, then nodded and agreed. Pei Che smiled like a child who got candy: "I'll get it for you!"
After saying that, he ran back to the room.
…
Pei Che's quilt was much better than Song Shu's. After taking the quilt, Pei Che blushed, said good night to Song Shu, and closed the door of Song Shu's room.
Song Shu spread out the quilt and smelled a soft orange scent.
Fresh and elegant.
The smell is very light and pleasant. Is it the smell of detergent?
555 reminder: [It may be pheromone. 】
"Beta also has pheromones?"
[There will be a little bit, but it's not very obvious. ]
555 felt that Pei Che was an O, and an O who wanted to conquer Song Shu.
A little bit of pheromone should not be able to get on the quilt. It was most likely detergent, so Song Shu felt relieved.
But before lying down to sleep, he had to take a look at the signs of allergies on his body.
Because 555 was afraid that Song Shu would have a severe allergic shock and die without knowing it, he wanted to open his pain shield, but he righteously refused.
Song Shu grabbed the hem of his T-shirt with both hands and pulled it up.
"By the way, if you want to eat tomorrow..."
The door of the room was suddenly opened, Song Shu was stunned, and the person who opened the door was also stunned.
Under the light, the boy on the bed had skin as cold as jade, a large area of skin on his back that was frighteningly red, and a raging beauty. Extending down were a pair of shallow waist dimples, with a smooth waistline and soft skin.
Pei Che blushed instantly, a little flustered, "S-Sorry!"
Because of his previous bad memory, Song Shu quickly put down his clothes and was a little embarrassed. He looked at Pei Che, who stuttered but did not leave his room.
"I'll knock next time."
A fresh and soft orange scent approached, and Song Shu's hand was held by someone. Pei Che lowered his eyes and said, "Song Shu, your allergy is a bit serious. You need to apply ointment."
"Your clothes are a little wet, can I wash them for you?"
Pei Che blinked.
The hem of Song Shu's clothes was a little wet. He couldn't control his oral desire when he grabbed the hem just now. His lips and tongue held the rough clothes, and every cell was cheering and trembling.
If Pei Che hadn't pushed the door open, Song Shu would have done something even more inhumane to his clothes.
What to do if your roommate is too enthusiastic?
Song Shu was embarrassed. He stepped back and scratched his face uncomfortably. "I have ointment. I will apply it."
"The clothes are just a little wet, it's okay."
Pei Che blushed again, and retreated even further than Song Shu, backing to the door. "Okay, okay, I know."
…
The door closed, Pei Che was annoyed. Was he too eager just now?
But Song Shu's skin allergy is really serious.
Even though the situation was so serious, Song Shu didn't care at all. He had a cold expression and just sat there, as if he could do anything others wanted to him.
Pei Che covered his face. What was he thinking? He was an Omega. Could an Omega do that to a Beta?
Seeing this scene, 555 couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"On the fact that even O wanted to suppress an ordinary host of mine after he traveled to the ABO world"
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