I won't show mercy to you

When Zhuo Yu helped Tan Ting into the dormitory, everyone in the school had almost left.

It took a lot of effort to go upstairs. Omega's dormitory was arranged on the third floor, and the third floor was guarded by teachers on weekdays. It was impossible to let an alpha's hair in.

The smell of sweet pears became stronger and stronger, and Zhuo Yu felt a little dazed when he smelled it.

Tan Tingren was almost limp in Zhuo Yu's arms. When he tried to open the door, his hands were already shaking. He had to insert the key several times before he managed to open the door.

However, before Zhuo Yu could speak after the door opened, he stumbled out of Zhuo Yu's embrace, rushed into the toilet, and locked the door at the same time.

Zhuo Yu was dumbfounded.

"Tan Ting!"

Zhuo Yu didn't expect him to do this, "Why are you hiding from senior brother? Open the door!"

Tan Ting inside didn't speak, Zhuo Yu was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he could only press his ear to the door, and heard the sound of something churning inside.

Immediately there was a loud "dong", which seemed to be the sound of a person's body hitting the ground. Zhuo Yu's hair stood on end immediately, and he felt that his blood was also half cold.

He slammed on the door and shouted: "Tan Ting, open the door! What's wrong with you? Did you fall?!"

Still no answer.

Zhuo Yu was really going crazy.

He knew that his slamming and yelling like this would definitely not work, so he squatted dryly by the door, pricked up his ears, and waited anxiously for a while.

Seeing that there was still no movement for a while, Zhuo Yu couldn't hold back, raised his hand, paused, and knocked on the door cautiously.

He slowed down his voice this time and said, "Tan Ting, senior brother knows that you are not such a willful person, open the door and let me see you, okay?"

"I, I know that I'm usually clumsy, and I can't cook well. I said I want to protect you every time but I can't do it, but senior brother is really worried about you."

Zhuo Yu knocked on the door again and begged, "You, just tell me to take a look at you, okay?"

The door was still silent.

It's useless to use force or softness, Zhuo Yu really can't do anything this time, he sat by the door slumped, his heart was almost cold, he surrounded the surroundings in a daze, thinking whether he should find some tools, and give the broken door directly to him. I can pry it open.

The door creaked, and someone slowly opened a small crack from the inside.

Tan Tingcai timidly showed his red eyes, and Zhuo Yu quickly grabbed the door, jumped up, and went straight in.

As soon as he entered, Zhuo Yu was almost fainted by the thick pear smell inside.

The toilet was in a mess, and there were a few injections scattered on the sink. Tan Ting seemed to be unable to stand up anymore—he was slumped under the sink, holding a tube of injections that had been emptied .

He didn't seem to be very good at using this kind of thing, and a string of small blood beads was brought out from the forearm of his left hand, which fell on the pale and slender wrist brightly and eye-catchingly.

Zhuo Yu was completely speechless for a moment.

Tan Ting also saw Zhuo Yu's gaze, and he shrank his wrists behind him a little slowly, panting, and turned his head away in embarrassment after a long while.

"Zhuo Yu, can you bring me another needle?"

His voice was almost inaudible, "I...I really can't move."

"Didn't you just get an injection?"

Zhuo Yu's throat was a little tight, "Are you feeling better?"

"does not work."

The pool of water in Tan Ting's eyes finally fell out, he shed tears quietly, raised his face, and whispered, "One injection won't work."

Zhuo Yu's heart was about to break.

He was tied up and didn't know what to do—he wanted to wipe the tears off Tan Ting's face and tell him not to cry anymore, but he remembered that he was an alpha, so he didn't dare to touch him rashly.

"But they said before that you can't take too many inhibitors at once."

Zhuo Yu said at a loss, "Tan Ting, I can't let you hit me anymore, you, don't cry..."

"Or give me another shot."

Tan Ting interrupted him with a trembling voice, with small teardrops still hanging from his eyelashes, he lowered his eyes, as if he had no strength left, he just whispered, "Either you go out, Zhuo Yu."

Tan Ting's eye sockets are sore.

He actually didn't want to cry, but the temperature in his blood scorched his brain, he couldn't control his smell, every inch of his body seemed to be itching unbearably, as if clamoring for something.

Tan Ting felt ashamed of herself like this.

Zhuo Yu remained motionless on the spot, but Tan Ting didn't want to wait any longer.

With some difficulty, he propped himself up, pursed his mouth, half-kneeled on the cold floor, and stretched out his fingers tremblingly again, trying to reach the nearest tube of injection on the edge of the sink.

However, at the moment when his fingertips were only a few centimeters away from the injection, Tan Ting fell into a warm embrace with the scent of tea.

Tan Ting's tears fell even more fiercely in an instant.

"There are other ways."

After all, Zhuo Yu still couldn't hold back the tears from Tan Ting's eyes with his hands stiffly, and coaxed him clumsily, "Hey, don't cry, senior brother, senior brother will find a way for you."

Half of Tan Ting's face was buried in Zhuo Yu's palm, and Zhuo Yu watched the boy blink, and the hot and humid liquid rolled down from those big beautiful eyes and landed on the back of her hand.

Zhuo Yu's Adam's apple slid up and down.

He finally asked: "Tan Ting, are you willing to trust me, Senior Brother?"

Tan Ting raised his eyes ignorantly.

"I, I can give you a temporary mark."

Zhuo Yu didn't dare to look directly at Tan Ting's face, but said hoarsely, "Because I'm an alpha, just, my pheromone is much more effective than this kind of inhibitor, and then... Then you should It will feel much better.”

Tan Ting stared at him blankly.

Zhuo Yu's heart stirred a bit.

"I'm your senior brother. It's only right for us to help each other."

Zhuo Yu suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and persuaded him softly with a forced smile, "You, don't be afraid, this mark will slowly dissipate with time, and will not follow you forever."

"You don't have to worry about it." Zhuo Yu said, "OK?"

After what seemed like a century, Zhuo Yu felt that his heart was precariously hanging by a thin thread, and Tan Ting's eyelashes trembled slightly just as the thread was about to collapse.

"Okay." Tan Ting said.

Zhuo Yu let out a long sigh of relief.

He got up with Tan Ting half in his arms, and slowly returned to the bed with his arms, then ran back to the toilet and hurriedly threw the pile of inhibitors into the trash can.

Zhuo Yu wet a towel, walked back to the bed, and gently wiped off the blood on his wrist.

Tan Ting huddled on the bedside, panting and unable to speak, his brain felt hot and dizzy, the corners of his eyes were sore and sore, the scene in front of him was actually a bit blurred.

After drying the blood, Zhuo Yu put down the towel.

Zhuo Yu carefully pulled Tan Ting up, letting the boy rest his chin on his shoulder, paused with his hand, and finally covered his soft hair lightly, like smoothing the fur of a small animal, comforting him one by one up.

Tan Ting's breath still hit Zhuo Yu's ear hotly, but it was no longer as fast as it was at the beginning.

"Tan Ting."

Zhuo Yu suddenly asked, "I remember your birthday is in autumn, isn't it... coming soon?"

Tan Ting didn't seem to be able to react, he obediently leaned on Zhuo Yu's shoulder for a long time, and only after a while did he let out a soft moan.

"Is there any gift you would like?"

Zhuo Yu continued to ask without thinking.

At the same time, his fingertips silently slid down from the hair to Tan Ting's soft and white nape.Zhuo Yu knew that this small piece of warm skin was the culprit for the strong smell in the room.

Tan Ting gasped in discomfort.

His mind seemed to be a little dull at this moment, but after thinking about it, he finally turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Will you accompany me, Zhuo Yu?"

Zhuo Yu looked into his eyes and said of course.

Tan Ting seemed a little happy again.

"I want to eat longevity noodles."

Tan Ting's voice is very soft, and the speed of speech is also a little slow, "I still want to eat cakes, that kind of big round cookies. I look at Xu Ling's circle of friends. It seems that everyone here wants to eat cakes for their birthdays. of."

Zhuo Yu said yes.

"I still want to go to the Lantern Festival."

Tan Ting said, but seemed to be a little disappointed and lowered his eyelashes, muttering, "But it seems that I can't see it here... eh——!"

In this half-hugging posture, Zhuo Yu suddenly turned his head and chiseled his teeth into the thin, soft skin on the back of Tan Ting's neck.

Tan Ting's eyes went black in an instant, and his whole body trembled unconsciously due to the pain.

The skin on the back of the neck was hot and painful, and the heartbeat seemed to stop for an instant. Tan Ting's nails were unconsciously inserted into the flesh, but there seemed to be a cool hand in the chaos that clasped his own hand and interlocked with his fingers. .

It's been a long time, and it seems like just a moment.

Zhuo Yu finally panted and raised his head slowly. He looked at the sleepy and slightly tired eyes of the boy in his arms, paused, and hugged him even tighter.

"it is good."

He whispered in Tan Ting's ear, "Brothers promise you."

Tan Ting fell into a deep, deep dream.

He lowered his head in the vast expanse of white, and found maroon tiles under his feet. He looked around blankly, only to realize that he was sitting on the roof of the bedroom.

The whole body is covered with hazy mist and mountains, which are autumn mountains.

There was a sound of laughing and playing in the distance, and Tan Ting raised his head suddenly, and found that the disciples on the mountain were carrying the rabbits and deer they had hunted, and they were walking towards the cafeteria on the back mountain.

The one standing at the end of the line was a reckless boy with a grass in his mouth, dressed in a neat black outfit, and wrote "I'm super boring" all over his face.

It's Zhuo Yu.

Ah, Tan Ting remembered what day it was.

It was about the third month after I was taken up the mountain by my master. I finished my homework early that day, so I sat on the eaves alone, watching the birds on the branches in a daze.

As a result, he watched the group of people walking towards him head-on.

A disciple in front of him chirped and asked him: "Brother Zhuo Yu, there are only so few things we grabbed today. Do you think we should brush with scallion oil or sweet bean sauce?"

The corner of Tan Ting's mouth raised slightly.

Brush each half with a flavor.

Sure enough, Zhuo Yu seemed to smack the grass in his mouth impatiently: "I said, how can you have so many things, wouldn't it be good to use half of them with a scent?"

The disciples laughed and agreed, Zhuo Yu thought they were noisy, so she turned her head while walking, and finally her eyes fell on a lingering apricot tree at the gate of the courtyard next to her.

"Eh."

Zhuo Yu continued to bite the grass, and asked seemingly casually, "Is the one who lives in this yard the newcomer? Why don't you ask him to eat with you?"

"Talk about Ting."

One of the disciples hummed with something in his words, "Of course it's him. His sword skills are praised by his master every time. He must devote himself to practicing all the time. How dare we disturb his leisure."

Zhuo Yu frowned when he heard the sour words.

That day, Tan Ting just sat on the eaves and listened to their conversation calmly, watching them bustling away.

His gaze fell back on the bird on the branch, and he remained in a daze until dusk fell, and the bird flapped its wings and flew away from the branch.

Tan Ting is a little hungry.

But he still decided not to go to the cafeteria tonight. People happily chatted and laughed around the barbecue, and went by himself, which was nothing more than making people feel uncomfortable.

He got up, and was thinking of jumping off the eaves and going back to his bedroom to drink some tea to cushion his belly, when he saw Zhuo Yu standing awkwardly at the door of his yard with a scorched rabbit leg in one hand Probe into the brain.

Tan Ting was taken aback.

He first jumped off the roof, approached a little closer, and asked hesitantly: "You... are you here to fight swords with me again?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yu looked even more embarrassed.

"It's no match today."

He coughed lightly and stuffed a rabbit leg into Tan Ting's hand, and said awkwardly, "There are too many roasted rabbit legs over there, and it's a waste if you can't eat it. I'll give you one first."

Tan Ting was stunned, and before he could say the phrase "but you caught very few today", Zhuo Yu waved his hand carelessly and walked away.

The mist spread again, and the warmth of the rabbit's leg seemed to remain in his hand, but the dream of memories came suddenly.

Tan Ting woke up.

He stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, only to realize that he had returned to Zhuo Yu's home from the school dormitory in just a short while.

Beside him was Zhuo Yu who was nervously pacing back and forth by the head of the bed, scratching his head with both hands.

The eyes of the two met, and the air froze.

"Zhuo Yu."

Tan Ting called his name and asked softly, "How is your hand?"

Zhuo Yu paused, and rushed to the bedside in almost a second.

"You, are you awake?"

Zhuo Yu looked a little embarrassed, and said incoherently, "Yes, just now Aunt Xu called the family doctor to show you, and she took the bandage off for me by the way..."

Tan Ting hummed lightly.

Zhuo Yu was suddenly speechless again.

"Are you feeling better?"

Zhuo Yu stuttered for a while, "The doctor said that the reason why the inhibitors are ineffective is probably because you have been in contact with too many alphas at the same time today, and it is also a sports meeting. When they sweat, those messy pheromones It can easily affect your glands."

"But because of me... I marked you."

Zhuo Yu rubbed her hands, "You shouldn't feel so uncomfortable anymore..."

Zhuo Yu's speech was a little too fast. Tan Ting saw his nervousness, so she quietly reached out and hooked his cuff again, shaking it slightly

"I'm fine." Tan Ting said.

Zhuo Yu seemed relieved now.

The sweet pear smell on Tan Ting's body is still strong, but at this moment, there is some black tea smell mixed in, his cheeks are still a little sickly pink, but his eyes are clear and bright, and he really looks like he has regained his sanity .

Zhuo Yu's eyes fell on the faint red marks on the back of Tan Ting's neck, and he felt that his ears were burning.

"That's good."

With a hoarse voice, Zhuo Yu continued to look for something to say, "If you feel uncomfortable again, remember to tell me, the doctor said there are other ways to help you, Aunt Xu is cooking porridge for you, you want Don't eat something first..."

Tan Ting looked at him curiously: "What way?"

Originally, Zhuo Yu was just looking for something to relieve the embarrassment, but he didn't expect Tan Ting to be so inquisitive, he choked up, and his face turned red.

Tan Ting blinked and stared at him blankly.

"...The family doctor said that the more alpha pheromones, the better the soothing effect. Temporary marking is one of them, and there are other ways."

Zhuo Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Tan Ting quickly, then lowered his head like a thief, and said with some difficulty, "Bi, for example, the exchange of saliva...is kissing."