I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

Jiang Hanchen was wearing a coat that blended into the night, leaning against the car, staring at the cafe across the road.

The sound of wind chimes was submerged in the hustle and bustle of traffic. An Xing stepped from the bright room into the dark night, like a kitten ignorantly breaking into a strange territory, with anxious and confused expressions on his face.

Jiang Hanchen took a step and walked out of the shadow under the street lamp, which was easy to hide under the street lamp. In the next second, he saw that the anxiety and confusion dissipated into eagerness and joy.

"Run slowly." Jiang Hanchen ran forward a few steps in a panic, catching the kitten that threw himself into his arms recklessly, "What if you have a car?"

An Xing got into his coat, and lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against the tie knot: "I've seen it, there's no car."

Jiang Hanchen didn't expose him, he just said, "Don't allow it next time."

An Xing slightly twitched his nostrils. He didn't smell anything strange on Jiang Hanchen today, so An Xing who was in a good mood nodded obediently.

He leaned over to fasten An Xing's seat belt, but Jiang Hanchen didn't leave. His palms slowly slid down along the waistline, caressed his waist and hips, moved his full buttocks, and kneaded his inner thighs.

The down jacket was thrown on the back seat, and An Xing only had a thin knitted sweater on his body. The presence of Jiang Hanchen's touch could not be diminished. An Xing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his pores trembling finely.

Jiang Hanchen's cold voice drilled into his pores: "Are you obedient?"

An Xing shuddered unexpectedly: "Yes... yes."

Jiang Hanchen withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and planted a kiss on his cheek: "Good boy."

An Xing opened his foggy eyes the moment the engine started, and habitually wanted to grab Jiang Hanchen's hand on the gear, only to find that his hand could no longer be used.

He blinked, the fog gradually dissipated, An Xing lowered his eyes, and the hands bound by the scarf clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

An Xing struggled, so tight.

Feeling confused, he looked at Jiang Hanchen: "...brother?"

Jiang Hanchen was turning the steering wheel, the car was tilted into the busy traffic: "Huh?"

An Xing was searching his mind for what he did today: "...I, um, did you behave well today?"

When the light turned red, Jiang Hanchen stepped on the brakes: "Yes."

Um?hmm what does that mean?

An Xing's head was blank, staring at the red light's aperture gradually enlarged, and jumped to the green light before the explosion.

The car body vibrated slightly, and An Xing's body shook unconsciously.

When the car body stabilized, An Xing realized that his body was still shaking.

"?!" An Xing flicked and was restrained by the safety belt again, like a fish on a chopping board, "Brother!"

Jiang Hanchen drove without changing his expression, as if he wasn't the one who stole the remote control and used it without permission: "Don't move around, we'll be home soon."

Both the seat belt and the scarf couldn't be undone, An Xing could only twist his body impatiently.

An abnormal heat suddenly rose in the compartment, and the thick milky aroma that melted quickly was about to burst out of the window.Jiang Hanchen cursed inwardly, slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

An Xing began to lose his sanity, his tight legs kept rubbing, his cheeks were hot, his forehead was wet with sweat, and he murmured for his brother.

Jiang Hanchen took out the remote control at a loss, but couldn't hold it steady, and rolled under the seat.His eyes were red, and he slammed the steering wheel hard, making a loud whimper in the darkness.

When Jiang Hanchen finally found the remote control with trembling fingers and turned it off, his shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

An Xing became a little quieter, but he was still not quite awake, his mouth was slightly open and he was panting, and his hands kept trying to grab something in the void.

Jiang Hanchen turned his back and took a deep breath, then quickly untied the scarf that bound him, took off his suit jacket, paused, took off his shirt, and stuffed it into An Xing's arms.

An Xing subconsciously buried his face in the shirt stained with Jiang Hanchen's pheromone, sniffed it, and sniffed it again. The familiar smell relieved his discomfort, and he obediently hugged it.

A sweltering heat rose in Jiang Hanchen's chest. He put his cold palm on the warm air vent to warm it up before he dared to touch An Xing's overheated forehead, and pushed his wet hair aside.

An Xing had lost consciousness, but he could still easily tell who was approaching. He put his blushing cheeks into Jiang Hanchen's palm, and rubbed against him relyingly.

Jiang Hanchen looked at him for a while, then carefully pushed An Xing's back collar away with his other hand.

On the fair nape of the neck, the small glands were already red and swollen, like temptation, like longing, waiting for its next and possibly last pain and joy.

Jiang Hanchen's throat was dry, his eyes were dark, his Adam's apple rolled up and down irregularly, and he couldn't tell whether it was more regret or more desire.

He intends to use small toys to progress step by step during this period, and he doesn't want to hurt An Xing when the estrus comes.

But I didn't expect to induce the time to advance.

Enduring the restlessness in his body, Jiang Hanchen gently withdrew An Xing's hand, took a few deep breaths, started the car, and started making calls.

"Hello, Wang Ma."

"The stars are ahead, are the food and things ready?"

"Well, we'll be home soon."

"Okay, call the driver and ask him to take you back."

"See you."

After Wang Ma settled down, Jiang Hanchen dialed another number.

"mom."

"It's okay, Xingxing is ahead of schedule. Let me tell you, maybe it's not convenient for him to call you back these days."

"Well, I'll pay attention."

"It's all ready."

"Okay, don't worry."

"Well, bye Mom."

After appeasing Ning An, the company still needs to explain.

Waves of enthusiasm swept over, and An Xing's little hands started to scratch again, struggling to open his eyes to find his alpha: "Brother..."

Jiang Hanchen found out the bluetooth and put it on, took out a hand and handed it to him: "Be good, baby, we'll be home soon."

An Xing put his cool fingertips in his mouth, and hummed comfortably: "Um..."

Jiang Hanchen's voice was trembling, he stepped on the accelerator heavily, and the car pierced through the dark night like a shooting star.

"Yan Jin."

"I won't go to the company for the next week. If there is something urgent, I will ask Liu Qingqing. She knows what to do."

"Well, I'll talk about the rest when I get back to the company."

"Yes, to accompany my wife."

"Stop gossiping, hang up."

Hang up, shut down.

The world is quiet and only the two of them are left.

Before Wang Ma left, she left the porch lamp, and the small building looked soft and warm among the shadows of the trees.

Jiang Hanchen drove into the underground garage with one hand, hooked Gou Anxing's restless uvula with his fingertips, his vocal cords seemed to be run over by gravel, and became dull and hoarse: "Baby, we're home."

An Xing was trapped in the soft fabric, and when he woke up refreshed in the warm morning light, it was already five days later.

Jiang Hanchen, dressed in black home clothes, walked into the bedroom with breakfast, walked around the blanket in the middle of the big bed, and placed the dinner plate on the head of the bed by the lump of unidentified object.

There was a light bump, and the unknown object suddenly stopped moving.

Jiang Hanchen smiled even more, standing by the bed and clapping his hands: "Come on, baby."

Before the words were finished, the blanket was lifted, and An Xing, whose hair was messed up, threw himself into his arms: "Brother!"

Jiang Hanchen lowered his head and kissed his hair: "Good morning, baby."

An Xing hugged him and didn't speak.

After sticking to Jiang Hanchen for five whole days, he did everything he should do and shouldn't do, what he should shout and what he shouldn't shout, while his consciousness was in a daze.After waking up, he started to twitch and feel embarrassed instead.

Jiang Hanchen only thought his shy look was cute: "Eat breakfast?"

An Xing muffled his chest and made a small nasal sound: "Yeah."

An Xing refused to let go, so Jiang Hanchen simply hugged him into his lap and fed him like he did a few days ago.An Xing held a bagel and chewed it in small bites, secretly looking at Jiang Hanchen while chewing.

Jiang Hanchen laughed at him: "Look what, drink some milk."

An Xing blushed again, took a few sips with his hands, and continued to gnaw on the bagel with his head down.

Jiang Hanchen held the milk cup for him, but his eyes were fixed on the still vivid teeth marks on the back of An Xing's neck.

Very deep, as if entering An Xing's body.

This was all An Xing's crying and begging, and Jiang Hanchen asked him to prove it over and over again.

Ask him when his consciousness is slackened, ask him when he is briefly awake, ask him if he knows who he is, ask him if he knows what it means, ask him if he really thinks it through.

The answer was yes. From the moment An Xing met Jiang Hanchen, he never gave himself a way out.

All Jiang Hanchen's uncertainties remained before they were completely marked. From the moment the knot was formed, it was impossible to let An Xing leave.

This is his omega, which belongs to him alone, is irreplaceable and absolutely possessed.

"Brother, I'm full."

An Xing put down the half-eaten bagel, raised his head and kissed Jiang Hanchen's chin.

Jiang Hanchen touched his still deflated belly, and coaxed softly: "Baby, you can eat more."

An Xing was afraid of ticklish, twisted his body to hide: "No brother, I'm full."

"Don't you want brother?" Before An Xing could respond, his head was spinning, his face was covered with soft sheets, "Then who do you want?"

This posture is not very good, An Xing tried to struggle, but the result was ineffective.

Jiang Hanchen unbuttoned his waist, revealing his two glowing red peaches. Judging from the degree of dyeing, he had indeed experienced a lot.

Judging from the curvature of Jiang Hanchen's mouth, the instigator was quite satisfied.

After grasping and kneading for a while, and checking several times to make sure there was no injury inside, Jiang Hanchen reluctantly buttoned it up: "This dress is really good, Yan Jin is finally useful, and the baby is fine wherever he wants it, don't worry about catching a cold .”

An Xing thumped the bed in embarrassment, saying how could his brother know such a strange thing!

He wants to kill Yan Jin!

And burn this stuff!

Never see this crotchless onesie at home again!

The author has something to say: Yan Jin: Ah Choo!Managing the company is really tiring, I have a cold!