Differentiate into omega in the normal world

The sweet aroma kept hitting Chen Lang, he endured it until his forehead throbbed, and felt that his endurance was stronger than ever during this period of time.

He rolled up his sleeves, and there were shocking red marks on his shoulders and back.

No medicinal smell.

"Why didn't you spray the medicine?" Chen Lang asked him with an ugly face.

Song Chen was still fighting with himself, his expression was about to cry, but he was wronged.

The previous few times I was alone, using the coat as a quilt, hugging the coat and rubbing against it, no matter how embarrassing I was, I just looked at it myself.

But now that there is an extra Chen Lang on the scene, how can he do this? The most hateful thing is that he can't be kicked out yet.

Chen Lang went to the sofa chair and picked up the spray, followed by Song Chen, who pulled his clothes tightly and followed closely like a little tail.

Chen Lang was helpless, "Sit down."

Song Chen sat down obediently and discussed with him, "Can you take off your clothes?"

Chen Lang opened the bottle cap and shook it, but ignored it.Song Chen who was sitting on the sofa swallowed, his throat was sore, and the anticipation in his eyes was almost overflowing, "Then go out."

Chen Lang raised his eyes, "I'm only wearing one, without a coat, are you sure you want me to take it off and go out naked?"

His eyes were cold, as if as long as Song Chen dared to nod and say yes, he would pick Song Chen up and throw him out the door.

Song Chen was even more wronged.

Unable to sit still, he sank crookedly on the sofa, condemning Chen Lang with wet eyes.

His humanoid mobile antidote!

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Chen Lang's back, but he didn't care about it, and just pressed a little while holding the spray, Song Chen snatched it and threw it away.

"It stinks, I don't want to spray it!"

"Then change the ointment."

"The ointment also smells bad."

Chen Lang looked directly at him, "What do you want to do without spraying the medicine?"

Of course I want your breath!

But Song Chen couldn't say it, but it was so uncomfortable. It was much better with Chen Lang by his side before, but now it seems to be getting worse.

Just being there is not enough.

want to hug.

There was a mist in front of him, and Song Chen's fair face, ears, and even his neck were stained with a layer of hot red. He was so dazed when he remembered that he had a fever when he was a child.

He nestled helplessly next to Chen Lang, not daring to get too close, fearing that he would pounce on him, and desperately clutching the hem of his clothes, refusing to let it go.

It looked pitiful.

"I want you..."

The soft voice was full of crying, Chen Lang raised his eyebrows, and then he heard the second half of the sentence, "Your clothes..."

Chen Lang: "..."

Isn't that a little too much!

Chen Lang squeezed his browbones with a severe headache, and he didn't feel well either. The milky scent on Song Chen's body was like a hook, drawing out the most unsightly fantasies in his heart.

He took a few breaths, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his anger was obvious on his face.

People around me are still restless.

Chen Lang put one hand on the back of Song Chen's neck and rubbed it twice, "Sit down."

The back of the neck is extremely sensitive, Song Chen didn't even dare to touch it before, let alone let Chen Lang rub it with his hands.

His body went limp all of a sudden, and he trembled involuntarily.

Song Chen gritted his teeth and pinched himself hard, regained consciousness a little, and then began to curse.

"Chen Lang, you idiot! You brought me here and caused me to be smashed. What's wrong with giving me a dress now! Give it to me!"

The murderer is the real murderer, and the poor is also really pitiful.

The voice was so soft that the eyes were so wide, tears were about to flow out.

After being ferocious for a while, Song Chen went back listlessly.

Chen Lang was completely helpless, he lowered his head and pressed his phone to send a message, hesitantly pulled Song Chen over, and patted him on the back stiffly.

"Okay, I've sent someone to bring the clothes, and I'll take them off for you later."

The breath is similar, Song Chen is like walking in the wet alley after the rain, very comfortable.

Like a newborn kitten, he kept sucking air into Chen Lang's neck, and Chen Lang, whose soft hair rubbed against him, was extremely irritable, and his back was wet.

He muttered subconsciously, "You hugged yourself...don't let me...I'll buy milk tea."

Chen Lang: "Shut up."

Soon there was a knock on the door, "Uncle, I brought the clothes."

Chen Lang spent some effort to tear off Song Chen lying on his body, walked quickly to open the door to get his clothes, and when he turned his head, he saw Song Chen sitting on the ground.

Looking at himself pitifully.

There are two words in his eyes: scumbag.

Chen Lang turned his back, lifted his hem and took off his clothes neatly. His well-proportioned and strong upper body was exposed in the air, trembling slightly.

The sweet smell in the air suddenly increased, Chen Lang put on another dress, and turned around to give Song Chen his own.

Song Chen couldn't wait to take it, but didn't move. Instead, he stared straight at Chen Lang. Chen Lang picked up the discarded bottle of spray and put it next to him.

"Remember to spray yourself later."

Turn around and leave.

The door closed gradually, and through the last crack, Chen Lang saw Song Chen hugging his clothes tightly, with his whole face buried in the back of the clothes, which had just been wet with his sweat.

Chen Lang lowered his eyelids, turned around and went into the bathroom, there was the sound of splashing water.

Half an hour later, the place where it collapsed just now has been tidied up, and the books are stacked neatly on the ground.

Song Chen was drenched with sweat and just wanted to go back and take a bath.He found a bag in the lounge and put Chen Lang's clothes in it. When he came out, he saw Chen Lang staring at the computer at the front desk. When he saw him coming, he also stood up, "I'm going back."

He tidied up his things, and the two of them walked to the station in silence. Song Chen was anxious all the way, sneaking glances at Chen Lang from time to time.

Why is he not curious at all?

The last time he was fooled by picking up the clothes, this time he almost reached out to take them off, Chen Lang was not curious at all.

Now that he was awake, Song Chen felt embarrassed, and couldn't believe that he asked Chen Lang to undress him.

Also too rogue.

Think back to yourself in the lounge as a bully.

What's even more unbelievable is that Chen Lang really took off.

Looking at it this way, Chen Lang is not so annoying.

"That..." Song Chen paused, and said softly, "Just now, thank you."

As soon as the words fell, I heard Chen Lang sneer, "Didn't you say you won't buy me milk tea, conscience found out?"

Well, take back your previous thoughts.

Chen Lang still hates it.

Song Chen: "Who will buy you milk tea? You won't get tired of drinking it every day."

Chen Lang smiled and changed the subject, "How to go back?"

"Uncle Wang is on the way."

Chen Lang nodded, not talking.Song Chenxian couldn't bear it anymore, "You really have nothing to ask?"

"Yes." Chen Lang replied lazily, tilted his head and winked at him, and asked, "Have you been thinking about me for a long time?"

Song Chen almost suffocated in one breath: "..."

Uncle Wang's car arrived just in time, and Song Chen was about to leave when Chen Lang called to stop him, pointing to the bag in his hand, "Don't you give me back the clothes?"

"It's dirty, I'll return it to you when it's clean."

Chen Lang clicked his tongue, "What are you doing so shamelessly?"

Song Chen shook the bag, "It's nothing, I just accidentally dropped it in the trash can."

After speaking, he got into the car and slammed the door shut.

Chen Lang watched the car go away from the same spot, the smile on his face faded, he went back to the bookstore and continued to watch the monitor, and adjusted several angles to find that there was a person walking behind the robot at that time.

In the evening, he stayed to have dinner with Bai Qingyang's father and daughter. Bai Qingyang asked him about his recent situation, and whether Chen Mingyu had sent anyone again.

Chen Lang shook his head and took it all in one stroke.

After dinner, he showed Bai Xiaoting the homework, "I made a mistake, rewrite it."

Bai Xiaoting was miserable, and after finishing writing, she begged him with a bitter face, "Uncle, please return that book to me, please, I spent a lot of time asking someone to buy it, and I haven't read half of it yet." .”

Chen Lang was startled, and said: "I don't see you working so hard while reading textbooks. Boys read Little H's books without even holding hands. Do you want to reach the sky in one step?"

"That's not a little H book. It's set up like this. There's nothing wrong with cracking when the heat comes." Bai Xiaoting said dissatisfied: "You can't take it out of context and call it a little H article just because his emotional life is too rich!"

"The idiom is used well, go and explain it to your father."

Bai Xiaoting immediately faltered, "Don't, my dear uncle, this book will be regarded as my tribute to you. I wish you a rich and colorful life and a long life."

It was already dark when I went back at night, Jiang Yu saw him upstairs, so she waited in the corridor, waiting for Chen Lang to come up and ask: "You're back, grandma has eaten at our house."

Chen Lang said thanks.

Jiang Yu looked at the things in his hand, but still couldn't help asking, "Who did you go to the bookstore with? My sister said that Bai Xiaoting saw you with a... handsome person."

"What did she tell you?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Yu knew that he didn't like to be discussed, so he just let it go in private, and he couldn't see it anyway, "You know their little girl, she was moved when she saw a good-looking girl, and she took a blurry photo to ask if I was in our class The person who looks a little like Song Chen, but it's impossible to think about it, how could you be with..."

"It's him."

Jiang Yu got stuck, "What are you two doing? Go to a bookstore to make an appointment? No, why do I feel that your relationship with Song Chen...is not quite right recently. Last time I took him to the infirmary, and he bought you milk tea. Going to the bookstore together again, did he catch you?"

Chen Lang changed his hand and said while walking: "No, I just think he needs me very much."

Jiang Yu who stood there was speechless.

Is Song Chen stupid, or are you crazy.

When I got home, the light in the living room was on and the TV was on. Grandma Chen Lang was watching. When she heard the door knocking, she pressed the TV and got up to go back to the bedroom.

He also turned off the living room light.

Chen Lang turned on the light again with a blank expression, and put away the fruits and supplements that Bai Qingyang asked him to bring.

Came to the door of grandma's room and knocked, "Cousin bought fruit and supplements, and I put them in the living room."

There was no movement at the door, Chen Lang stood up and went back to his room, after washing, he opened the newly purchased game and wrote a few explanations.

There was the sound of the TV outside again, babbling and singing, and Chen Lang was disturbed by the noise. He closed the book and tapped slowly on the table with his knuckle fingers.

Closing your eyes, the scene of the afternoon appeared in your mind.

The sticky sweetness began to overflow, as well as Song Chen's absent-minded and obsessed face.

Chen Lang thought, he really needs me.

Opening the book confiscated from Bai Xiaoting at hand, Chen Lang lowered his eyelids, his stern face softened a bit under the light.

His deep eyes fell on a line of words on the book:

People in this world are divided into six genders...