Burning Heart[ABO]

Ye Huaining slept until midnight and woke up again.

The hot water bag under his feet was still warm, the fire in the charcoal basin was burning brightly, the blanket was not cold, Ye Huaining even felt hot all over his body, his heart was beating fast, he curled up, closed his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep again.

Estrus is always difficult, especially when there are no glands. Inhibitors can comfort the desire in the body, but the psychological emptiness can only be overcome by oneself.

In fact, for most of the past three years, he spent most of his estrus period on inhibitors, and his and Ji Rao's time was rarely synchronized. The meaning of his Alpha's existence has never been equal to nothing.

In this matter, Ye Huaining didn't want to mention the word "regret" again, the choice was made by himself, and he had also had a short period of happiness, so it was meaningless to be stuck in regret all the time, blaming others and self-pity had never been his personality.

Tossing and turning, always difficult to sleep.

Ji Rao didn't sleep deeply, and soon woke up when he heard the movement in the next room.

The rooms in the old temple are poorly soundproofed, and the beds are made of wooden boards. You can hear clearly when you turn over in the next room, not to mention Ye Huaining tossing and turning, as if he was suffering from insomnia.

He knew that Ye Huaining was in estrus, and inhibitors were useful, but they weren't that effective. In the past, when he was filming in other places, he had to call Ye Huaining several times in the middle of the night, and he had to coax Ye Huaining to fall asleep. Ye Huaining had always been very clingy to him. , he knew, but that was before.

The estrus period is not so easy, and it would be much better to have Alpha's comfort, but now he knocks on the door of the next room, I'm afraid it will backfire.

Ji Rao got out of bed and picked up the guitar resting in the corner.

In the afternoon, he got this guitar from the teacher's father. This is the only thing brought by the teacher's father that bears the imprint of the past.The guitar was old and broken, and the sound it made was chaotic. After the electricity was repaired in the afternoon, he repaired the guitar along with it, wiped it clean and put it in his place temporarily.

After trying to adjust the tone, Ji Rao sat back on the bed with the guitar in his arms.

Ye Huaining turned over, still restless, until the faint sound of a guitar came to his ears.

Dazed for a moment, sure it wasn't his own illusion, Ye Huaining's brows gradually frowned.

He didn't move any more, his mind gathered back, and he listened quietly.

Ji Rao played an old song from the last century, slow and melodious, and he hummed softly along with it, with a low voice, which entered Ye Huaining's ears intermittently.

Ye Huaining closed his eyes again, and slowly fell asleep in the lingering voice that made him speechless.

The next door gradually became quiet, Ji Rao stopped plucking the strings, held his breath and listened for a while, and finally let go.

He put down the guitar and lay down on his back, but he himself couldn't fall asleep. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the dark beams above his head.

After this sleep, Ye Huaining didn't wake up until nine o'clock in the morning, the heat on his body subsided, and his spirit improved a lot.

Opening the curtains, the snow outside has not stopped, but it is much smaller than yesterday.

Ye Huaining made up his mind, and when the snow is less tomorrow, even if he can't get down the mountain, the helicopter will be able to come up.

Ji Rao was sweeping snow in the yard with his teacher and father. Most of the snow was shoveled outside the yard, and the rest was piled up in the corners.Ji Rao threw away the broom and happily built a snowman, regardless of his bandaged hands that could not touch the water.

Ye Huaining glanced at it disinterestedly, and went out to the kitchen to boil water, two thermos bottles filled with water were placed at the door of his room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ji Rao turned his head, wiped off the snow from his hands and walked over: "Are you awake?"

While speaking, he carefully looked at Ye Huaining's face, seeing that he seemed to be in good spirits, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.The hardest part of the estrus is always the first night, after which there are probably no problems.

"Did you sleep well last night? I saw that you didn't wake up in the morning, so I boiled water for you first, so you can use it directly."

With a gentle voice, Ji Rao looked at Ye Huaining.

Ye Huaining ignored him, carried the hot water bottle in, and closed the door again.

He was sweating all over last night, and his body was so sticky and uncomfortable, so he simply took off his clothes and took a shower with hot water.After that, he went to the kitchen to reboil two pots of water, filled the thermos, placed it by the kitchen door, and went back to his room.

As soon as Ji Rao walked into the kitchen, he saw the two bottles of water, sighed, forget it...

Teacher and father started to make lunch, which was the same cabbage and bean sprouts as yesterday.

Ji Rao is a little worried, Omega needs to supplement nutrition during estrus, and it's been cold these days, Ye Huaining has been eating these things, he's afraid he won't be able to hold on.

The old teacher probably guessed what he was thinking, and said lightly: "That Omega is too thin, if you want to get him something else to eat, you can go find it yourself. There is a stream outside the temple, and there is a stream in it. Fish, the weather must be frozen and covered with snow now, you have to find a way to get the things back and do it yourself, don’t let me see it.”

Ji Rao was slightly stunned: "Can I do it here?"

"It's up to you, if you don't believe this, you don't have to shy away from it."

Ji Rao thanked you again and again.

Going out from the back door of the temple, the snow was already higher than his ankles, Ji Rao wiped his face, walked forward with difficulty through the snow, and found the place the teacher said.

There are high and low snow-covered rocks on both sides, and a wide stream winding down the mountain can be vaguely seen in the middle. The surface of the stream is also covered with a thick layer of snow, and the true face of the bottom cannot be seen clearly.

One can imagine the difficulty of catching a fish in such a place, but he had to try anyway.

In the following afternoon, Ji Rao spent all his time here.

The two bottles of water that Ye Huaining burned were used by him to melt snow and ice, and he went back and forth to boil the water several times, continuously pouring water on the surface of the stream.The bandage tied on the palm of his hand was soaked in snow water. He thought it was in the way, so he just tore it off, and knelt on the ground to pick up the snow with bare hands.

Until the sky gradually darkened, a trace of live fish was finally found under an ice surface.

Ji Rao was immediately excited, and poured hot water on it to wash away the snow on the ice.

Sure enough, there were fish under the ice, several of them gathered together, and each one was only as big as his palm. He picked up a big rock, saw the timing, and smashed it hard against the ice.

Fortunately, although the snow was thick, the ice was not solid, and he smashed a hole in two hits. The fish were disturbed and quickly scattered in all directions.Afraid that the fish would run away, Ji Rao ignored it and reached out to catch it.

The unhealed wound came into contact with the icy cold water, and there were bursts of needle-like pain. He bit the root of his teeth, and quickly picked up the fish and threw them on the ice one by one in each hand.

The fish here are used to An Yi, so they look extraordinarily clumsy. Ji Rao's speed is very fast, and he caught the third fish in the blink of an eye, and the rest finally escaped from the clutches of the devil.

Blood oozes from his palm again, and Ji Rao falls to the ground, gasping for breath while laughing.

Ye Huaining read Buddhist scriptures for a while in the afternoon, then fell asleep again, and only woke up in the evening.

Smelling the faint smell of fish soup in the air, he thought it was his own illusion, until Ji Rao knocked on the door of his room with a soup bowl in his hand.

Ji Rao outside the door was a bit ashamed, his forehead was drooping, and his beard was sticking out. He looked rather embarrassed, but there was a smile on his mouth, and there was a bright light in his tired eyes. He looked at him and said, "Huai Ning, drink Fish soup?"

Ye Huaining frowned subconsciously, his eyes fell on his hand holding the soup bowl, the palm was bandaged again, but the ten fingers were red and swollen, as if soaked in snow water for a long time.

The soup bowl is milky white fish soup with green onion floating in it, steaming hot.

Ji Rao explained: "The fish I caught in the stream behind the temple was approved by my teacher and father. You need to eat something nutritious during the two days of estrus. You can take it."

"How did you catch the fish?" Ye Huaining looked calm, as if he was just asking casually.

It was rare that Ye Huaining was willing to say a few more words to him. Ji Rao quickly explained in detail the process of catching fish, but he did not exaggerate. His wounded hand stretched out into the ice water to catch fish, which was also understated by him. passed.

Ye Huaining listened quietly, and after a brief silence, he took the soup bowl silently.

Before closing the door, he said to Ji Rao, "Thank you, but for the last time, don't do these meaningless things again."

When the door closed, Ji Rao was slightly taken aback, stood there for a moment, then turned and left.

Ye Huaining sat down, holding the soup bowl and sipping slowly.

The taste of the soup was not bad. The meat Ji Rao picked for him was all from the fish maw, with all the thorns removed, and the man knew that he didn't like the taste of ginger, so he only added some chopped green onion for seasoning.

Ye Huaining put down the bowl, the taste on the tip of his tongue lingered for a moment, and it would soon fade away.

I can't keep him and I don't want to keep him.

Ji Rao went back to the kitchen and drank the leftover soup.

Ye Huaining's attitude was not beyond his expectations. When that person loved him, he was passionate, and once the feelings were withdrawn, he was decisive enough. He was the one who was wrong, and he couldn't expect too much.

He thought that if he still couldn't go down the mountain tomorrow, he would have to catch a few more fish.

Before falling asleep at night, Ye Huaining took another suppressant, but in the middle of the night, he woke up from his sleep again.

All he dreamed about were bad past events, Ye Huaining closed his eyes, unwilling to recall them.

Still tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, until the guitar next door played again.

Ji Rao changed the song.

It was an old love song that Ye Huaining liked very much. Ye Huaining remembered that once he asked Ji Rao to sing it to him, and Ji Rao hummed a few words casually. I don't know where to throw it.

He thought the man had long forgotten about it.

Ye Huaining will be much more awake tonight.

Hearing the softly humming sound of the guitar that seemed to be extremely gentle and tender, resentment towards Ji Rao suddenly arose in his heart after a long absence.

He didn't want to have anything to do with this person at all. He didn't want to rely on this person to comfort him when he was in heat. No matter what method he used, he didn't want to rely on him at all.

His body is gradually improving, and in another year or so, he will be able to undergo demarking surgery.

He doesn't need Ji Rao, and will never need him again.

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