New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

So until you are pulled into this quiet and magnificent villa by him, you still don't quite understand the situation.

You touched the back of your neck with your free hand, and your eyes moved from the open door to the other side's pretty side face.

Although he didn't show any degree of resistance to coming here on the surface, in fact, just by looking at him, you can be keenly aware that he is not in a good mood at this moment.

And you will unconsciously get closer to him because of pheromones-he makes you remember his pheromones.

"Wouldn't it be weird if I couldn't catch my share of pheromones soon?" That's what he's saying to you with all seriousness.

Then, using this reason, I released more...

He didn't give up until you could think of a concrete expression of this taste.

Besides, he said that because temporary marking is too troublesome, he released more frequent pheromones to remind you and make your neurons remember it-it is even more difficult than marking.At least you're totally trying not to look weird about yourself.

All omegas are like a puddle of water, which may break its bank at any time.

"Your house is really big." You raised your head slightly, and found that the dome is very high, and you can only see the dazzling luster refracted from the crystal chandelier vertically down from the top.

For some reason, the Osborne house has a magnificent style, but it still gives you a dark feeling.

Maybe it's because today is a cloudy day, the lighting is not very good, and there is a gloomy atmosphere inside.

"As long as you like it." Harry said to you, and at the same time led you to the door of a room at the end of the corridor.

You cautiously opened the door, only to hear him say, "This is my... room."

In fact, in his eyes, there is not an inch here that really belongs to him.Even though it was called Young Master Osborne's room, someone cleaned it every day, but in fact he hadn't stayed here for seven years, and there was nothing in the room that he was really familiar with.

"Should we go in now?" You didn't think about it at all. After you said it, you realized that the ambiguity was too heavy. In the end, you covered your mouth at a loss. Get blurred, "Sorry, I seem to have said something wrong."

It sounded like he was about to enter the room and do something bad.

But God knows, you have absolutely nothing wrong with Harry!

"Of course—" He was happy when he noticed that the expression on your face gradually changed from the initial plainness to surprise, "No."

Only then did you breathe a sigh of relief, your eyes sparkled, and you turned your gaze to the corridor again, looking at him with a clear look of doubt: "Then...?"

Harry didn't tell you when to leave until the day he left. Although he didn't say anything to you, you instinctively felt that he was a little resistant to "going home", so you decided to come here at night instead of during the day .

"Just to see." Harry said as he led you in, and now all your curiosity is poured into the room he lived in when he was a child.

In addition to the simplicity of this room, there is no trace of life at all.Not even a single wrinkle in the soft quilt, nothing on the shelf that should have been used for storing things, and you only notice an empty picture frame on the bedside table.

But your eyes only stayed on it for less than a few seconds, and your attention moved to other things.You trust Harry so much that you don't usually have the slightest doubt about what he says.

You turned around and found that there was nothing to see, so you simply sat down at the end of the bed opposite the entrance, rubbed your eyes, wanted to ask him something but still didn't say anything.

To be honest, you are a little sleepy.The initial excitement of the "real school leaving day" has been quickly diluted by time, and you even wish you didn't come with him-this place is so strange to you.

You turned your head to look at him, and found that his eyes were looking at the empty photo frame at the moment, his lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He stared quietly at the empty picture frame for a moment, then suddenly noticed your gaze, walked towards you, and finally sat down next to you.

His gaze inadvertently glanced at the half-opened door again, and then those blue eyes fell on your face again, and he said to you, "Take me."

This time the tone was soft enough to be called a request.

And how can you say no?

You did it well.During this time, you're pretty much used to this type of intimacy.After all, now is a critical period to test your achievements, and you must cooperate with Harry in particular.

You thought someone outside the door was watching you secretly, and while holding his hand tightly with Wei Liang's fingertips, you asked in a low voice, "Is someone else watching again this time?"

"No, it's not." He was silent for a moment, and the language he had always seemed to be able to handle with ease no longer existed at this moment, "...just want you to hold me."

Seeing this, you can't say anything more.It's just that when he didn't say a word, the little hand squeezed his tighter.

You get the feeling that once Harry is back in the place that should be called his home, things are not quite right.Outside, he can hide his true heart with a cold mask, but here, the coping method he has been implementing all along seems to have suddenly failed and cracked.So the softness is fully exposed under the spotlight, and everywhere the eyes look, the short-lived warmth that no longer exists in childhood will be brutally reappeared, but it will be destroyed again when the empty photo frame is glimpsed.

But in fact, you are not a person who can give warmth to others.

When it was quiet, only the ticking of the clock could be heard around.

After about a few minutes, you asked aloud, "Is it better now?"

The light in the room is really not bright, it can even be said to be a little dim.But your eyes sparkled, the brightest glimmer he could see right now.

The corner of his mouth raised a little, "Thank you." The ending sound was tender and charming.

"You don't ask me why?" He stared at you without moving his eyes for a moment, "You don't care about me?"

In the latter sentence, you can tell from his tone that he is completely joking.

"Of course not, I care about you!" Even though you knew he was just joking, you quickly denied it.

And when you saw his eyes become subtle due to your overreaction, you hurriedly added, "You are my friend."

Really, with such a hasty tone, it seems that you are very guilty.

Who is he to you?

The answer to this question is still too vague.

But if you insist that the other party wants to pretend to be a couple with you, it's not good, isn't it too bad?Obviously agreed at the time.

"You are really my friend. You are not talking nonsense." You looked away from his face and said to yourself, "But even if I care about you, I can't rashly show any curiosity about your past — some people don't want others to do that."

"But if you don't mind, you can tell me." You tentatively tried a word, but soon you waved your hand again, "...it doesn't matter if you don't tell me?"

You think what you're saying this time makes a lot of sense, and you do—if he wanted to tell you, he would have told you already.

"Don't worry, since you specifically entrusted me to help you with this matter, I will definitely try my best to do my best!" You, who suddenly turned on the switch of Ollie, said such a sentence without thinking. Looks very motivated.

But because of what you said, Harry's expression darkened a bit.

Hell, he doesn't want to hear you say that to him.

What he wants is simple.

He wants you to cry and say that you like him, that he is the only one in this life.

Clearly.

"Really?" The light in his eyes flickered imperceptibly, "Do your best?"

When you look at him again, all the unhappy little expressions he had a few seconds ago have been withdrawn, and what you see at this moment is really normal.

The little worry that just came to your mind just now dissipated, "Of course! I've always taken promises seriously."

"Willing to do anything for me?" he asked, moving closer to you.

"Hmm..." You nodded thoughtfully, "Theoretically, it should be."

When you think about it, there is nothing wrong with stabbing a friend in both sides from a logical point of view.

Hearing your answer, he smiled softly.You don't even hear his short laugh, you just get the message from his face.

But it doesn't matter, he looks good when he smiles, and this is the most important information for you.

"Are you serious?" After he touched your head, he seemed to have decided something suddenly, "Then you come closer to me."

"I have something very important to tell you." Seeing you hesitated, he spoke again.

"But it's okay to say this now..." You whispered your doubts, but this time the other party didn't take even a step back understandingly because of your reaction.

You moved a little closer to him and leaned forward towards him, "So—?"

"Yes, that's it." He answered you appreciatively, and then lingered in your ear without saying a word.

His breath hit your ear bone, just when you were at a loss and getting tired of waiting, you suddenly felt that he bit your ear bone lightly and hard, and you didn't know how many emotions you brought.

You are speechless in astonishment, nothing like this has ever happened before.

"What are you doing..." Even though you don't want to recall it, the feeling of biting your teeth is still deeply imprinted in your mind. You are shocked and ashamed, but you feel that everything he touched seems to be electrified.

Instead of answering your seemingly unheard little accusation, he covered the place where you were bitten with a dry kiss as if to make up for it.

You feel like it's completely over the line, beyond just holding hands and hugging.

But something even more unimaginable happened - you didn't hate it.

He held the back of your head with one hand and moved closer to you.You watched as the distance between his pale lips and yours grew closer, beyond the limits of safety.His figure slightly covers you, but even in the dim light, the closer you get, the clearer the pure light blue of his eyes.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the love and pity in his eyes would become clearer and could not be covered up, he stretched out his other hand to cover up your eyes.

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