Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Usually, the pheromones smelled by Alphas, except for the Omega they like, are aggressive pheromones that carry warnings and territorial awareness.

This was the first time Song Yao had seen such gentle pheromones from his own kind as Jiang Que's.

It doesn't match his identity as a villain at all.

Song Yao wanted to say something to attract Jiang Que's attention.

But when he saw Jiang Que's face, which was obviously smiling but had an attitude that said "keep away from strangers", Song Yao felt a little scared.

He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, this guy would feel offended and kick him away.

It will be even more difficult to get close later.

Song Yao swallowed back all the words he wanted to say, and changed his words lightly: "Did you change my clothes?"

Jiang Que buried his back in the sofa, waiting for such a meaningless sentence for a long time, and sneered in dissatisfaction: "Who else do you think you are? With the character of the Third Young Master, looking at the entire Lu family, except for me, everyone else would want to dig a hole and bury you when they see you faint."

Although the man was smiling, his dissatisfaction was almost overflowing, and the wood pheromones gradually made it difficult for him to breathe.

When he met the top Alpha, Song Yao only felt his chest stuffy and his legs weak.

The physical fear makes people want to kneel down and surrender at his feet.

But the pressure was quickly withdrawn.

Song Yao took several deep breaths, and sweat broke out on his back unconsciously.

She tightened her fingers hanging at her side, looked away from Jiang Que, and lowered her eyes: "Thank you, Butler Jiang."

Jiang Que leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed. He looked Song Yao up and down with a scrutinizing look and raised his lips: "Third Young Master, you are too polite. This is what I should do as a housekeeper."

The man's gaze was not polite at all.

Song Yao felt like a cheap commodity in a window display, being stared at by the wealthy people passing by, but he sneered at them because his low price seemed unworthy of their noble status.

The gaze of the man in front of me.

For the teenager who was used to being stared at, it was no different.

Song Yao lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Perhaps the man found it boring, so after rubbing his fingers for a while, he raised his hands to support himself on the sofa and put down his crossed legs. He stood up gracefully and walked around Song Yao.

"I'm hungry. If Third Young Master doesn't mind, you can come over and eat with me."

The dining table was not far away, and on it was a sumptuous meal, but it was covered with an insulated lid so the aroma did not leak out.

Jiang Que went over and opened the lids one by one, and the young man's stomach growled.

Jiang Que smiled and put a bowl of hot soup on the table.

The aroma of stewing meat wafted into the air.

The boy, who had only a pill of cold medicine in his stomach from yesterday until now, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He sat opposite Jiang Que, holding the hot soup and sipping it in small sips.

Jiang Que sat opposite the boy without picking up his chopsticks, quietly watching him drink soup like a quail.

Jiang Que was still wearing the pair of white gloves, with his elbows resting on the table and his fingers crossed.

Jiang Que rested his chin on the back of his hand, and watched the boy opposite him drink the hot soup without any precautions. His dark eyes flashed with a dark light, and he asked with a strange smile: "Aren't you afraid that I will poison you?"

The boy who was still drinking soup was stunned.

But he soon recovered and blew into the bowl: "You asked me to come here to eat. It's better to die of poison than to die of starvation."

Ever since Mr. Lu passed away, the servants at home basically stopped bringing him food, so he had to find it himself.

The Lu family’s house was so small that when he was hungry he even ate the grass on the ground.

After the meal, Jiang Que only took a few bites, and the whole thing went into Song Yao's mouth.

Song Yao didn't think much about it and just thought that Jiang Que disliked him.

Song Yao went back after finishing his meal.

When Jiang Que returned to his room to rest in the evening, he found that the dirty clothes he had thrown away in the trash can were missing when he was washing up.

Besides him, the young boy was the only one who had lived in this room.

A piece of clothing may not mean anything to him.

But for young people, it is a rare luxury.

Jiang Que touched his chin.

So miserable?