Perfect Match - Chapter 187

That night, Suzuran fell into the trap of Grandpa Yanning and was coaxed to sleep by three or two sentences, leaving her two fathers alone in the bedroom. Because according to time calculation, He An’s estrus period is no later than midnight.

But until more than ten o’clock, He An still showed no signs of estrus. His skin was warm and cool, and his breathing was smooth. After taking a bath, he took a citrus-flavored nutrient in his mouth and sat quietly reading a book by the window.

It was snowing outside the window, and a few scattered small lights in the courtyard illuminated the flying snow particles. The canopy, rocks, and roof tiles were all silver-white.

Zheng Feiyu stared at He An’s ten toes exposed with the blanket, feeling dry and dry, and his lower abdomen felt like a fire, but he couldn’t touch it, so he plunged into the bathroom with a depressed head.

He An flattened his mouth.

He knew Zheng Feiyu had been baking on the shelf for a day, but … but he really didn’t feel it yet.

With the sound of water from the bathroom, He An turned a page of the book.

This book is called The Traveler of Ai Ai, an autobiography of an Omega poet 40 years ago. It records the contradictions and feelings of his life. He An returned to the room in the evening and saw it on the bedside table with four other books.

The book is very old, it doesn’t seem to be a new one, and the cutouts don’t cover the library’s red seal. It doesn’t seem to be a loan. After picking up a book and turning to the title page, and seeing the name written in Qingyi handwriting, He An came to understand–

Yanning.

These are Yan Ning’s books.

Yeah, his uncle Yan wasn’t born so calm, he must have been young, and he had been confused and painful. He knew that He An had fallen into the same predicament, so he gave the book that enlightened him to He An.

He An was holding these books, thinking that the young Yan Ning was looking for answers page by page, and he was not alone at all.

The sound of water in the bathroom ceased, and after a while, Zheng Feiyao came out wearing a bathrobe.

He is like an inexperienced virgin. In order to seduce He An, he used a rather naive method: he deliberately tied the straps of the bathrobe loosely, exposed a large chest and abdominal muscles, and let the water droplets follow a strong texture. Pour down. I still repeatedly adjusted the position of the device when wearing underwear, so that it looks extraordinarily strong. I didn’t expect to be careless and hard, so the shape was a bit too strong.

He An lifted his eyes from the book page and saw this scene, holding back his smile and avoiding his eyes.

It was only a short while later, He An was obviously absent-minded, holding a book, his cheeks crimson, his chest suppressing the sound of breathing, and the white toes under the blanket rubbed impatiently.

Zheng Feiyu couldn’t help secretly ecstatic.

But he didn’t know that He An didn’t react because of his half-nakedness at all. It filled He An’s reverie in his head. It was just the opposite picture.

The blanket slipped from his lap, and the folds were soft, hiding a corner of the book. Omega, who was reading by the window, was carried to the bed by Alpha. After a while, the bedroom lights went out and sank into the darkness. Only the half-dark snow light illuminated the end of the bed.

He An was resting on Zheng Fei’s arm, and he wrapped his waist around, kissed his forehead lightly, and sometimes said some soft-hearted bones.

No offense, no overruling, no coercion.

He An knew that Zheng Feiyu wanted to give him an extremely gentle estrus, so as to dilute those unpleasant memories, so he took care of his feelings everywhere-this seems to be what He An himself hopes for.

But a strong and secret desire in his heart told him that he didn’t want this.

No.

He An’s body temperature rose extremely fast, and his breath became hot gradually, blowing slowly on Zheng Fei’s chest, and holding his fingertips to hold Zheng Fei’s robe shirt. He couldn’t help himself, swallowed saliva thirsty, and whispered, “Flying, I … I think …”

It’s hard to tell.

He An struggled for a while, and couldn’t bear itching, so he opened his mouth again: “I want to … want to see you …”

“What do you want to see me?” Zheng Feiyin asked warmly.

“Think … see you in a suit.”

Zheng Feiyu didn’t expect it would be such a simple and quirky request, he immediately said: “Now?”

“Ok.”

He An’s voice was low and his head was embarrassed.

Zheng Feiyi smiled suddenly: “What’s shy about this? It’s not troublesome. Come on, I’ll show it to you.”

As he stood up and turned on the bedside lamp, looking down, He An hid in the quilt like mimosa, veiled his eyes and glanced at him, looking forward, and quickly retracted his head, leaving him Curly puffy hair.

what happened?

Zheng Feiyu felt strange, but he felt more lovely.

He got out of bed and went into the cloakroom. He just wanted to close the door and take off his robe. He was suddenly anxiously shouted: “Don’t close!”