Fouls Prohibited

Huo Tinglan showed a rare toughness, brazenly competed with Ye Ci, and covered his abdomen with his palm again.

Ye Ci was too thin, with a narrow waist and abdomen, as if he was tempting him to hold it, to lure him to do evil.

"...do you know what's in your stomach?"

He was very hoarse.

There is a soft and greasy feeling on the fingertips.

Due to the development of Omega, Ye Ci's originally thin and tight abdomen with clear lumps was covered with an extremely thin layer of fat.

I'm afraid you can't see it with your eyes, but the warm and smooth suet-like touch is not deceiving, and it exists at the same time as the toughness of the muscles...

Like soft velvet wrapped around gold and stone.

It's almost fatal.

At this time, because the abdominal cavity is stimulated, the sweetness of vanilla suddenly becomes stronger.

——His beloved Omega is throbbing with half understanding, yearning for him.

This realization made Huo Tinglan's arms wrapped in his suit tremble with excitement, the bridge of his handsome nose was covered with sweat, and even his lips and eyeballs seemed to be agitated by the rush of blood rushing in, beating in sync with his heart.

"It's in the stomach, it's the stomach." Ye Ci didn't dare to look directly at the frightening guess in his heart, and broke Huo Tinglan's hand incoherently. In a panic, he lost the strength of his hand, and printed a few red and white finger marks on Huo Tinglan's bulging wrist, like a cat scratching, "Uncle Huo, let go, let me go..."

Suddenly, the stomach convulsed like a spasm.

The taste was strange and hard to describe, but accompanied by a huge sense of shame, Ye Ci's breath trembled, and his clear voice was faintly hoarse: "Let go!"

He was like a distressed kitten brought back to its lair by a ferocious beast, licked and dripping with saliva, terrified and pitiful, its fluff was matted, and it was about to be stressed.

Whether it's mental state, glands that over-secrete pheromones, physical strength, or anything else...he's on the verge of his limit.

Moreover, whether the immature omega glands that have not yet fully differentiated can withstand the bite of an A-level Alpha also needs to be questioned.

Can't go any further.

Ye Ci couldn't bear it.

He had claimed enough tonight.

Huo Tinglan's eyes were bloodshot, his jaw tensed sharply, and he stared at Ye Ci. The precarious rationality and Alpha's vile instincts wrestle, he is like a tiger coveting fresh meat, extremely greedy, hungry and panicked, but he clenches his fists, restrains his frantic and scorching emotions, slowly loosens his grip, and lets His Omega broke free from his embrace as if fleeing for his life, and avoided him far away, enduring the pain brought about by hunger, thirst and loss, which was tantamount to mental whiplash for Alpha.

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Ye Ci was wrapped into a chrysalis with the air conditioner, and only one hand was left holding the phone.

He glanced at the time and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow Monday, the whole morning of mathematics, physics and chemistry, my brain is going to burn, I don’t want to be energetic.

He tried to forcefully fall asleep, but his brows and eyes were unconsciously frowned, and his face was convoluted like a bun with eighteen folds.

A few minutes later, Ye Ci opened his eyes in frustration, only to realize that his face was sore.

02:37.

After calculating the remaining sleep time, I couldn't sleep anymore.

After escaping from the study, he has been restless. He squatted on the terrace and emptied a pack of cigarettes, his legs became dizzy, and the beating of his heart still didn't slow down, which made his heart ache.

Huo Tinglan didn't look for him again, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to ask.

There was an illusion in his abdomen, the hot air in Huo Tinglan's palm seemed to be still roasting him.

"..."

Ye Ci turned over anxiously, his face was completely buried in the pillow, his ears were red, his black hair was upturned, and he had rubbed against the bed so many times.

He ran out, he couldn't do without running, Huo Tinglan was so wrong tonight.

He can understand what's wrong. After all, Alphas are somewhat involuntary during the susceptible period, especially for high-level Alphas. It's not uncommon for them to lose control. No matter how strong the willpower is, there is a limit.

But Uncle Huo was really... No matter how you say it, it was a bit too much...

Ye Ci grabbed the edge of the quilt, pulled it up, and wrapped it tightly around his head, as if he could wipe out all the chaotic thoughts in one go.

Too much is too much.

The moment he left the study, he didn't have much luck of escaping, but more worry and guilt.

He ran in a hurry at the time, but after thinking about it later, Huo Tinglan's appearance seemed a little strange at that time.

...what the **** is wrong?

Ye Ci tried hard to remember.

What came to mind was only a wrist with fingerprints on it, and a pair of black eyes that were crazy and restrained.

He belatedly realized that even if he didn't earn so desperately, Huo Tinglan wouldn't do more.

Ye Ci grabbed his hair, kicked the air-conditioning quilt away, and put on his shoes.

His conscience pricked if he didn't take a look.

The chandeliers on the walls of the corridor were on, casting soft halos of light.

Huo Tinglan's bedroom door was ajar, revealing a dark slit, it didn't look like someone was sleeping inside.

Ye Ci hesitated for a while, it was hard to say whether he was more worried or temporarily relieved, he quietly pushed the door wider, walked two steps, and looked in the direction of the bed.

The light from the wall lamp seeped through.

The somewhat unnecessary large bed was in a mess, the graphite-colored satin sheet and the thin quilt were twisted like two towels, and seemed to have been torn in a few places, as if the person lying on it had suddenly gone mad . On the bedside table was an empty syringe that was broken into two pieces, and there were several colorful medicine bottles and boxes lying or standing. One bottle was not capped, and small white pills were spilled all over the floor. The body of the bottle was strangely deflated. It seemed that the person who opened it had lost control of his hand.

He also said not to let him take medicine indiscriminately...

Even this scene doesn't look like taking medicine normally.

The bridge of the nose suddenly became sore and painful, Ye Ci ran to the first floor.

On the first floor, Uncle He's butler's room was also empty. The door was wide open, and the bed was lifted. It looked like he was half asleep and had to go out urgently.

Huo's house was too big, Ye Ci aimlessly opened the door to check, and called Huo Tinglan and Uncle He twice, but both numbers were not in the service area.

Will the hospital's signal be so bad?

Ye Ci frowned.

He knew that sometimes, in order to avoid losing control and hurting others during the susceptible period, high-level Alphas would ask others to lock themselves up while their sanity was still alive.

When he was an Alpha, there were a few times when he had a particularly severe attack of susceptibility, and he was locked in the toilet of the old house by Ye Hongjun, and once he was so mad that he kicked the door open.

With Uncle Huo's words, maybe there will be a "safe house"...

Ye Ci turned his head and ran towards the stairs leading to the basement.

Sure enough, the lights on the stairs were on, and he was halfway down when he happened to bump into Uncle He coming up from the corner. His usually respectful, highly professional face was showing a rare anxiety.

"Huo, is Uncle Huo down here?" Ye Ci panted slightly as he ran.

Uncle He was taken aback, he was ordered to cover up this matter, originally planned that Mr. Huo would go to a special medical institution for recuperation these days, but he didn't expect to be blocked in the basement. In the current situation, insisting that Mr. Huo is not at home is no different from fooling a fool. He smiled dryly, and said to him from left to right: "This...Young Master Ye hasn't slept so late, I have to wake you up at 6:30 in the morning, otherwise you first..."

"Then, it's here." Ye Ci came to a conclusion and deftly walked around Uncle He.

"Young Master Ye, hey...Young Master Ye!" Uncle He was startled and hurried to catch up.

There are also many rooms on the basement floor, but Ye Ci caught a glimpse of the different one, made of metal, thick and solid without touching it, it looks like the door of a vault at first glance.

He leaned over to fumble for the switch, and comforted him: "No, I won't make it difficult for you, I just said yes, I found it myself. No, Ben, it was originally."

Uncle He hesitated.

Will it be difficult in front of Mr. Huo?

It's hard to say.

It may not be the beauty of adults.

The young couple have been married for so long, they don't talk about sleeping in separate rooms, they usually don't even have a word of affection, and they are so polite, he sees all this. Moreover, during the susceptible period, Mr. Huo was so uncomfortable that he even locked himself up to endure it. But anyone with eyes can tell that Mr. Huo is 110,000,000 happy about this marriage, and it's Young Master Ye who isn't, and he managed to find it by himself, coupled with his concern...

Besides, this little young master Ye can jump faster than a rabbit, where can he stop with his old bones?

"This, hey, how can I do this..." Uncle He refused, seeing Ye Cichu fiddled with the door for a long time but couldn't find a way, so he maintained his embarrassed expression and silently made several gestures to Ye Ci, teaching He opens the door.

The door opened a crack.

Even though there is an independent ventilation system in the safe house, the agave fragrance that hits the face is still as strong as it is, and the lungs are filled with spirits in one breath.

The walls and the floor were covered with a soft, cotton-like material to prevent Huo Tinglan from hurting himself when he went mad.

There is no signal in the house, but it is equipped with emergency contact equipment, which can make calls to several internal phones of Huo Zhai, Huo Tinglan's parents, and emergency centers in the city.

And Huo Tinglan was sitting on the edge of the bed facing him, with his legs spread apart, his elbows resting on his knees, like a silent and violent stone statue.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and stared straight at Ye Ci who was standing at the door, his pupils were as dark as two black holes burned by passion.

Lust, mixed with greed, monopoly, hunger, obsession... thick and charred, like asphalt.

He had a used barrier patch over the glands in the back of his neck.

Wet, wrinkled, printed with water-blue fine flowers, soaked in Omega pheromones and sweat, secretly, perversely, with a kind of perverted eroticism, attached to the neck of an Alpha .

During the more than two hours since Ye Ci left him, he sat in this isolated safe room, rubbing the barrier sticker repeatedly, to appease his insatiable restlessness, and avoid hurting his childish lover.

No one would believe that the majestic Patriarch of the Huo family satisfied himself with a piece of barrier stickers that he got by tricking him.

Thankfully, most of the thing is covered by the collar.

Ye Ci's legs were trembling, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and against the storm-level highly corrosive Alpha pheromone, he took a step towards the door.

From this angle, he could only see Huo Tinglan's hands hanging between his knees.

Both hands were bandaged, and there was blood oozing from the palms.

It was clenched.

Huo Tinglan's masseter muscles trembled horribly, and he squeezed out two vague words from between his teeth: "Go back."