The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

The driver in front heard the conversation in the back seat and gradually moved towards the [-]th ban, trying to reduce his sense of existence like sitting on pins and needles.

Huo Yanxi stared at Wen Yao for two seconds, "Do you know what is reserved?"

Wen Yao never had such a thing.

Pay attention to the principle of fairness, he has smelled Huo Yanxi's, so he asked Huo Yanxi: "Aren't you curious?"

Huo Yanxi rejected him mercilessly: "I'm not curious."

Huo Yanxi didn't have any intention of being fair in this regard.

"Okay." Wen Yao put down his hand regretfully.

Huo Yanxi was distracted by Wen Yao's distraction, his aura was not as gloomy as before, and the oppressive aura was still there, but the "Omega" beside him didn't feel scared at all.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Yao asked.

Huo Yanxi: "Not hungry."

"Find a parking spot at the intersection ahead and park your car for a while." Wen Yao said.

The driver in front glanced at Huo Yanxi, waiting for his instructions.

"Listen to him." Huo Yanxi said.

The burn on Wen Yao's palm was already red and swollen, a little hot, he withdrew his hand from Huo Yanxi's palm, put it on his leg, and after a while, raised his hand and blew.

The blond hair fell between the eyebrows. When "Omega" was not talking, there was not much expression on his face. His cold white complexion exuded a sense of alienation. After blowing twice, he impatiently put his hands on his legs again, supporting his head Turning his head to look out of the car window, his distracted face was reflected in the car window.

Huo Yanxi withdrew her gaze, leaned on the seat with her eyes closed, her throat rolling.

No matter what he thought, he never thought that one day he would be guarded by an Omega.

This was the first time that someone stood in front of him without hesitation, blocking a disaster coming towards him. He recalled that moment, the aura of "Omega" seemed to have changed, and it was fleeting. It seemed that he smelled the smell that he had smelled in the alley that day again, and he had a similar smell to that day.

Faintly impatient, with a sense of danger of uncertain factors all over his body, as if if Wen Yao hadn't been interrupted at that time, he would have done something unexpected.

The car stopped at the temporary parking place in front of the intersection, Wen Yao got out of the car, and when Huo Yanxi wanted to get out of the car, he found that "Omega" didn't mean that. After getting off the car, he bent down beside the car and said, "Very Come back soon," and slammed the car door shut.

He didn't even wait for Huo Yanxi's response.

Huo Yanxi: "..."

The street lights outside the car window were on, Huo Yanxi watched Wen Yao walk to the door of a shop at the corner of the street, and pushed the door open.

There is a white light sign on a black background hanging on the door of the store, which is a bakery.

As soon as Wen Yao entered the store, he smelled a sweet milky aroma. There was a lot of traffic during the day, and there were not many types of bread left in the store.

Beta at the cash register heard the sound of the door being pushed open and said "Welcome." When she looked up, she saw a man standing next to the bread shelf. He was tall and tall, with a loose posture and a handsome profile. Take a second look.

Premium Alpha.

The other party seemed to be aware of his peeping, and turned his head to look over, casually mixed with a breath that made people blush and heartbeat, Beta saw the pheromone suppression ring around his neck.

Normally, only Omega will use this.

"Can you hold it for me?" Wen Yao asked.

"Oh... ok!" Beta went to the side to get the tray and bread tongs.

A few minutes later, Wen Yao went out of the bakery with the bag in hand. He found a parking place and got into the car. Huo Yanxi was the only one sitting in the car.

"Where's Uncle Yang?" Wen Yao asked.

Huo Yanxi: "Go shopping."

There was a rustling sound in the car, Wen Yao unpacked the plastic bag, and opened it slowly with one hand inconvenient.

When he was fighting wits with the plastic bag on his lap, a hand stretched out from the side, took the bag on his lap, opened it, and took out the bread inside. The bread was packed in a small transparent bag with a cardboard box inside. Package.

Huo Yanxi: "Which one do you want?"

Wen Yao: "Anything is fine, do you want to eat? There is another one for you."

"Don't eat." Huo Yanxi took out a piece of bread, opened it and handed it to Wen Yao.

Wen Yao: "Eat some."

"Need not."

"Don't you like bread?"

"no appetite."

"It won't be very sweet." Wen Yao said, "The crispy skin on the outside is very fragrant, don't you really want to taste it?"

Huo Yanxi: "..."

Wen Yao: "Eat something sweet and you will feel better."

Huo Yanxi looked at the bread in his hand.

Is he coaxing him?

Huo Yanxi seemed to be overwhelmed by his noise, and took out another bread from the bag. The two breads were of different styles, and the bread in his hand could be seen with a cream filling in the middle.

"Which one do you want?" He asked Wen Yao again.

Wen Yao glanced at the bread in their hands.

"Hmm..." He pondered for a moment, lowered his head and leaned over, opened his mouth and took a bite of the bread in his hand.

Huo Yanxi looked down and saw a blond and fluffy head, which looked easy to touch, and he moved his fingertips slightly.

On the asphalt road outside the car window, a motorcycle sped past, with a gust of wind and roar, the tires rolled over the leaves on the ground, and the withered leaves floated to the side.

All the sounds in Huo Yanxi's ears seemed to be carried away by the "buzz" of the motorcycle, and after the noise, it returned to tranquility.

The street light shone into the car from the window, and the car was half bright and half dark. Wen Yao leaned into the shadows, took a bite of bread, and returned to the bright place. Cream was stained on the corner of his lips. Smile.

"I want it in your hand."

The wind blowing in from the car window stirred the broken hair on Huo Yanxi's forehead, and his eyes stayed on Wen Yao's lips for a moment, then lowered his eyelids, indulged the approach of "Omega", and said "um".

When the driver came back, the two of them had finished eating the bread, and the smell of bread still lingered in the air. He handed the bag back to Huo Yanxi, "Boss Huo, do you still want to go to the hospital?"

"It's too troublesome." Wen Yao said, he just went back and applied some medicine.

Huo Yanxi: "Go to Yipin Pavilion."

"Okay." The driver shifted gears.

Huo Yanxi opened the bag, took out the ointment inside, scanned his eyes, stretched out his hand and said, "Hand."

His eyes were still on the medicine box, Wen Yao handed him his hand, and looked sideways at his face, his eyelashes cast a shadow on the bridge of Huo Yanxi's nose, his eyes slid down again, looking at him On the hand that applied the medicine to him, the phalanges looked slender and clean.

It looks very gentle.

The dinner at Huo's house was unsuccessful, and they had a big meal. The two went to the restaurant, and when they got home, it was already very late.

The light in the master bedroom was turned on, and the sound of dripping water in the bathroom stopped. Huo Yanxi pushed back her dripping wet hair, and passed by the mirror. The tattoo on the right back shoulder of the person in the mirror flashed by. Yanxi grabbed the bathrobe and put it on her body, covering the tattoo, and fastened the strap of the bathrobe.

The mood this time is different from that after facing a "family gathering" in the past.

It's still bad, but not too bad.

He took a sip of water with a water glass at the table, when he heard a knock on the door outside, Huo Yanxi put down the glass and opened the door, there was Wen Yao outside.

Wen Yao also changed into a homey white T-shirt and black shorts, with beautiful straight calf muscles, "Brother Huo, good evening."

"what's up?"

"Compensation, have you forgotten?" Wen Yao raised his bandaged hand and waved it in front of him. The white gauze dazzled his eyes, and the ambiguous words came out of his mouth, which seemed to go with the flow, "It's convenient in your room." ?"

Huo Yanxi didn't expect that what he said was serious, she narrowed her long and narrow eyes, and stayed on his face for two seconds without speaking.

The room is a private space for one person, last time Huo Yanxi allowed Wen Yao to come in once - Wen Yao poured coffee on his bed.

But that's not the point, the point is that Huo Yanxi doesn't want him to come in now.

Freshly showered, the room smelled of Alpha pheromones, and he wouldn't allow another person to invade the place.

If you don't speak, you are tactfully refusing, Wen Yao understands this truth.

Wen Yao: "The study is also fine."

Huo Yanxi: "..."

Wen Yao: "If the study is not good, the living room is the same, I have no objection."

Huo Yanxi: "...Wen Yao."

"Hmm." "Omega" looked at him with bright eyes.

Huo Yanxi: "Don't think of me as those Alphas you met in the bar, understand?"

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows lightly: "What's the matter with them?"

Half an hour later, Huo Yanxi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Wen Yao on the opposite side was holding a drawing board, sitting behind a stool, with a toolbox next to him, and said while tidying up, "You can do whatever you want, even sleeping .”

Huo Yanxi was expressionless: "Yes, I see."

The man was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the book in his hand, changed his clothes, his black hair hung between his eyebrows, the sharpness on his face was lessened, and his oppressive aura had subsided a lot as he sat there with downcast eyes. .

In the quiet space, the pen slides on the paper, making a rustling sound.

Whenever Wen Yao's gaze falls on him, Huo Yanxi can clearly feel his gaze, as if unscrupulous, sizing up his prey, focused but full of aggression.

The skin seemed to heat up a little.

Huo Yanxi raised his head, and looked at the person behind the drawing board with his long and narrow eyes, and the eyes of the two occasionally slightly intersected in the air.

Huo Yanxi sat for almost an hour, he put his hands on his neck, and moved his neck.

"You can change your posture." Wen Yao said over there.

Huo Yanxi glanced at him, put down the book, lay down on the sofa, put one hand on the back of his neck, closed his eyes, and fell asleep as Wen Yao said before.

Wen Yao took out the last piece of sketch paper, put it aside, sat behind the easel, and re-sketched the basic outline to start a draft. Huo Yanxi heard the soft sound of the paper rubbing against the pen, it was very hypnotic, and he couldn't help it. A little sleepy.

After an unknown amount of time, the rustling sound stopped, and the person behind the drawing board put down his pen, looking at the breathing Alpha on the sofa.

He took out a cigarette, held it to his lips, and played with the silver lighter in his hand with his fingertips. With a "click", the lighter opened the lid, and the flame ignited the cigarette end. Wen Yao put the lid on the lighter.

The smoke obscured his vision. He raised his hand and touched the painting with his fingertips.

Wen Yao lowered his eyes with a dull expression on his face, looked at the palm wrapped in gauze on his hand, raised his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed gently, he could still smell the medicine on it.

The side face when applying the medicine... is very gentle.

Huo Yanxi's breathing on the sofa became a little disordered, Wen Yao looked over, twisted out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can beside her.

Shadows shrouded Huo Yanxi's body, Wen Yao glanced at the signs of fatigue under his eyes, his brows were frowning after falling asleep, his black hair was disheveled, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his lips were straightened, his whole body was tense, I didn't sleep well, it seemed like I had a nightmare.

With a vulnerable and defenseless look on his face, it really makes people want...to do something.

Wen Yao squatted down next to the sofa, raised his hand, and stopped suddenly when his fingertips were about to touch his black broken hair, and retracted it.

The light and negligible footsteps went away, and after a while, Wen Yao came back and covered Huo Yanxi with a small blanket.

When he came back, Huo Yanxi's breathing became calm again, Wen Yao put a cup of warm honey water by the table, and put the drawing things in the living room first, then he turned and went upstairs.

Wen Yao's figure disappeared at the stairs.

The person on the sofa opened his eyes, sat up with his legs bent, and put one hand on his knee.

When Wen Yao approached, he woke up, and there seemed to be a faint smell of tobacco around him. He looked down at the blanket on his body, put the things aside, feeling a little thirsty, and then saw the cup.

He picked up the cup and took a sip, the sweet taste of honey spread on the tip of his tongue.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, Wen Yao stood under the shower, raised his head and brushed his light blonde hair back. The water flowed down his forehead, across the tip of his nose, and onto his lips. He wiped his face.

After turning off the water, Wen Yao walked out of the bathroom and saw the black suit jacket on the hanger in the bedroom at a glance. Wen Yao took off the jacket and smelled it.

The taste is very weak.

There seems to be some dryness in my heart that is difficult to relieve.

The next day, Wen Yao woke up earlier than Huo Yanxi for an unprecedented time, sat on the sofa in the living room, slowly unwound the bandages in his hands, and applied medicine to the burns on his hands.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head and looked back, "Brother Huo, good morning."

Huo Yanxi at the stairs paused, "Morning."

He went downstairs, Wen Yao was wearing a loose T-shirt, his hair was messy, and the action of applying the medicine to himself was not light. After applying the medicine indiscriminately, he wrapped his hands in gauze.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Wen Yao asked casually.

Huo Yanxi: "Yes."

Wen Yao rested his hands on the back of the sofa and raised his lips slightly, "I also slept well."

"Hand, give it to me." Huo Yanxi sat down on his left, took his right hand, and took off the gauze, frowning, the wound looked much more serious than last night.

"Maybe it's because of touching the water." Wen Yao saw his expression and explained, with sleepiness in his voice.

He touched Huo Yanxi's palm with his fingertips, hooked it lightly, and swipe his palm twice.

Huo Yanxi noticed his small movements, and paused for a moment while applying the medicine.

"What are you doing?" Huo Yanxi looked up.

"Hmm... this should be within the range of reasonable physical contact?" Wen Yao said.

He was referring to the terms of the contract.

Huo Yanxi: "...don't move around."

Wen Yao: "Okay."

The movement of the hand and the words of the mouth are completely opposite actions.

The eyes of "Omega" stayed on his face undisguisedly, and it was difficult for Huo Yanxi to not notice it. He stopped his movements and looked at Wen Yao, who smiled at him like a tail wagging. puppy.

"Going home tonight?" he asked.

"uncertain."

"I'm going to be bored."

"You can use the car in the garage."

"I have no friends here." Wen Yao said, "Brother Huo, I only have you."

For no reason, Huo Yanxi felt that he was a scumbag who let his partner stay alone in the empty room every day.

Obviously he was the victim.

"Omega" smiled harmlessly, not at all the aggressive look last night, it was like Huo Yanxi's illusion.

Huo Yanxi came back that night, he entered the study, "Omega" followed him into the study, Huo Yanxi sat on the sofa, looking at Wen Yao in front of him with narrow and indifferent eyes.

The drawing board was set aside, holding a paintbrush in a gauze-wrapped hand, and drew Huo Yanxi's appearance on the white paper stroke by stroke. Wherever Wen Yao drew, his eyes would fall there.

His gaze seemed to have substance, sincerity, magnanimity and hotness, Huo Yanxi changed his posture calmly, crossing his legs.

The wrinkles on the man's black shirt seemed to become ambiguous.

"Buttons...can you loosen two?" Wen Yao asked with a smile from behind the drawing board.

Huo Yanxi paused, raised his hand and unbuttoned the two buttons, his demeanor changed instantly, he became more angry, put his arm on the back of the sofa, and stroked the broken hair on his forehead.

In the second half of a painting, Wen Yao's eyes fell on Huo Yanxi, and he paused for a long while without writing. Then, he put down the pen and said, "Let's rest for a while."

He got up and left his position.

A few minutes later, Huo Yanxi got up, walked to the drawing board, sat where Wen Yao had sat, looked at the painting on it, and stroked it with his fingertips, what Wen Yao was drawing just now, should be--

Footsteps sounded at the door, Huo Yanxi didn't leave his seat, but just glanced sideways.

The smell of tobacco came from behind him.

"How do you feel?" Wen Yao asked.

Huo Yanxi tapped the painting with her fingertips, "Why don't you continue to draw?"

"Let's come here tonight." Wen Yao didn't answer Huo Yanxi's question, "If Brother Huo likes it, I can send it to you after finishing the painting."

Huo Yanxi: "Why must I be your model?"

A hand wrapped in gauze stretched out from behind Huo Yanxi and hung on the back of Huo Yanxi's hand. Under the incandescent light, the blood vessels could be seen clearly on the cold white complexion. The gauze on the hand had a pale and sickly beauty, like artwork.

"There is no reason." Wen Yao said, "I just want you."