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Even though Feng Yixun and Lu Ken agreed to "try again", they are in the second run-in period of their relationship.

But strictly speaking, they are not a formal couple. The two of them get along very well, and the interaction is often stopped, let alone showing intimacy anytime and anywhere like ordinary lovers.

They were more like two acquaintances who had an accidental blind date. They already knew the other's general habits and behavior, so they both kept a little cautious.

They all think that the other party is worth a try, but they are unwilling to make rash advances, for fear of messing up the relationship again.

This made the hug initiated by Mr. Feng even more rare.

It was rare for Feng Yixun to have no image burden in that pounce, and he didn't care whether his behavior of burying his head in front of others was domineering or not.His back, which usually kept straight and stretched the suit perfectly, was bent like a lazy bone under Lu Ken's eyes, and the back line silently turned into an arch seeking comfort.

This hug should have come out of the blue, but Lu Ken didn't seem too surprised.

When he was instructed to wash his hands and take off his coat, he seemed to have anticipated what was going to happen next. When Feng Yixun leaned towards him, he opened his arms a little further to the sides, so that Feng Zong could pounce on the opponent accurately. Where he wants to jump, so that they don't fight arms when he wraps his arms around him.

"Are you smelling me?" Lu Ken said after the two hugged each other for a while, his voice was curious and funny.

"..." Feng Yixun's response was silent, but he tightened the arms around Lu Ken's back a little more.

He seemed to have no intention of moving himself away from Lu Ken for the time being. After Lu Ken took off his coat, the shirt inside was not thin but not thick either. His head rested on the opponent's chest, and the tip of his nose almost touched Lu Ken. The second button on the shirt.

At such a close distance, it was really difficult to pretend that he wasn't breathing deeply on the other person.

So Mr. Feng chose to change the subject.

He directly skipped the fact that he had indeed sucked two mouthfuls of Luken, rubbed the clean and fresh cloth on Luken's back, and suddenly asked, "Why don't you sweat?"

This is actually a disguised admission that he has indeed smelled Luken.

Mr. Feng has no time to worry about mistakes, he really cares about this issue.

Luken is undoubtedly a Beta, and the gonads are not as developed as Alpha and Omega, so there is no way to talk about the intensity of pheromone.

But no matter what, he was still a young man in his early twenties, with strong hormones, and the endocrine cycle was at the peak of youthfulness.

For young people of this age, as long as they are a little rough, or they sweat a little after doing some physical labor, they should smell different, and they shouldn't always be as fresh as if they just got out of the bathroom.

Lu Ken's body was so clean that there was only a little fragrance of toiletries, which made Feng Yixun feel calm when he first approached, but then he became suspicious after he realized it - a person who almost ran up and down in the Fengyue building all day Can a person who is healthy and healthy stay clean and refreshed all day without sweating a drop?

"Did you take a shower secretly before you came to see me?" Mr. Feng couldn't help but speculate. Thinking that Lu Ken might take a bath early because of him, he still felt a bit like a bottle of soapy water that was blown out, how many times would come out? bubbles.

But Luken poked Bubbles with a snap.

"I just got off work 15 minutes ago." Assistant Lu said, "I don't take up work time to fish like this, and I don't have enough time to take a shower after get off work."

Lu Ken's hands had been crossed and covered Feng Yixun's back before, forming a loose embrace. When he said this, he took one hand out and moved it up to Feng Yixun's shoulders and neck, helping the man who bent over and bowed his head for a long time He rubbed the back of his neck.

Just as Mr. Feng felt a little lost because of the bursting of the bubble, he was soothed by this moderately strong massage.

He buried his head for a long time, and the muscles in the back of his neck were indeed a little stiff, but before Luken's warm palm pressed against it, he didn't even realize that his neck was starting to get stiff.

Feng Yixun changed his posture slightly, and hung himself on Lu Ken more relaxedly: "Then you really don't sweat."

he muttered.

Lu Ken is tall and has long fingers. His palms just stick to the back of Feng Yixun's neck and turned around, and his fingertips can reach into the hair on the back of Feng Yixun's head: "But if I don't sweat, then I was in the gym before. Did I pour water on myself?"

There was a helpless smile in Lu Ken's tone, which made this sentence that should have been more like a mutual confrontation become non-aggressive, and more like a good-tempered and willful kid reasoning.

Mr. Feng, who likes to be a domineering president, is not domineering, but the hair quality is unexpectedly soft. They are carefully groomed by the big president who pays attention to appearance. It is easy to remind people of the smooth and beautiful hair of some precious animals.

"Hmm." Feng Yixun uttered an unintelligible monotone to Lu Ken's rhetorical question.

Luken's fingertips were as warm as his palms. When the fingertips were slightly pressed against a certain spot on his scalp, it was as if he was doing a fixed-point hot compress. When he was rubbed on his neck before Feng Yixun, he had already relaxed a little. The neck relaxation service extended to the head. He didn't pay attention, and he was a little sleepy.

The ear first received Lu Ken's voice, and he knew that Lu Ken was talking in sleepiness. Mr. Feng hummed first to show that he was listening, and then the sentence received by the ear finally slowly entered his brain, and he gradually realized Luken mentioned his previous trip to the gym—

Very suddenly, a thin sweatshirt was clinging to his body, and the muscular Lu Ken jumped into Feng Yixun's mind.

Feng Yixun: "..."

Yes, yes, he remembered, not only did Luken sweat, but he was once very useless to the sweaty opponent in the gym. His eyes and attention were made of magnetism, and he could only be forced to look at him. Lukena made a huge magnetic pole shift.

I don't know if the images that popped up in my mind have a refreshing effect, but when Feng Yixun recalled that day, he didn't feel so sleepy anymore.

He leaned on Lu Ken to adjust his expression, and then casually let go of the hands that had been embracing him for a long time, sat up straight, and opened the distance between the two of them.

"It's all due to the susceptible period." Mr. Feng said solemnly, "It makes people not sober."

He attributed his short-term forgetfulness and the uncontrollable memory of his brain to the susceptible period.

"Let's go, today's work is over." As he continued, Feng Yixun, who had successfully calmed down on the little assistant, stood up.

When he walked out of his office, he had already returned to the domineering president who walks outside and looks down on everyone.

The CEO went all the way down to the garage. He paused after unlocking his car with his fingerprints. He didn't immediately get into the driver's seat as usual. Instead, he turned to look at Luken with an elusive look.

Then, for the first time ever, Feng Yixun stepped aside in front of the raised cab door, holding the door frame with one hand, and asked Lu Ken, "Do you want to try driving my car?"

This is not an ordinary question.

Because as we all know, Mr. Feng's sense of territory is so strong that even the aisle at the door of the office is considered "territory" and cannot be easily violated.

He has been the domineering president for a long time, and he strictly followed a set of standards in a whole bunch of things, only lowered the standards in terms of travel.

Ever since Feng Yixun got his driver's license as an adult, he drove everywhere by himself.

He doesn't ride in other people's cars, and he doesn't let others touch his car. The control panel and steering wheel are always in his own hands.

It was as if as long as the control was handed over to others, his sense of security would be like a balloon hanging on the tip of a needle, which might leak or even explode at any time.

But now he said to Luken, would you like to try driving my car.

"I think." Of course Lu Ken replied, he took the car key that Feng Yixun had already held at his fingertips - a thin chip card, and smiled at Feng Yixun under the light of the garage.

Very clean warm and reliable.

"Let me take you home," he said.

The author has something to say:

Luken: Actually, I can also drive another car.

Feng Yixun: No.

Feng Yixun: ...Not yet.

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I climbed back!

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