【ABO】Big Brother's Secret Lover

This sentence has a unique flavor from the man's hoarse and sexy voice. Although it is not as straightforward as "I like you", it can also make the little guy who doesn't know anything about it blush.

Zhuo Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled secretly, coughed lightly, "To be precise, I need your pheromone."

"Ah? What, what do you mean..." Shen Yichen, who hadn't reacted yet, said with hot cheeks.

"literal meaning."

The man looked away from Shen Yichen's face, buttoned up his shirt and shouted to the door: "Ander."

The door of the bedroom was pushed open again, and the housekeeper put one hand on his chest and bowed: "Young Master, what are your orders?"

"Bring some suitable clothes for the young lady, my people won't be ashamed to take them out."

"Yes." Ender bowed and retreated.

Shen Yichen panicked and retreated to the wall and asked, "You, where are you taking me?!"

"I'll know when I get there." The man said in a flat tone, raised his hand to fasten the pearl buttons on the cuff of his shirt, and entered the cloakroom.

The boy frowned, turned his face away angrily, "I won't go!"

"Don't go? I can't allow you to refuse." Zhuo Yu picked out a Patek Philippe mechanical watch and put it on, "This family, I have the final say."

"I..."

The man caught a glimpse of Shen Yichen's hesitation to speak, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, "Why, you're so coy, have you figured it out?"

"I figured it out..."

"Of course you are willing to marry me and be my young wife."

Hearing this, the young man's face turned red, and he faltered, "You... you're dreaming!"

Zhuo Yu tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, "A dream? I really hope it's a dream."

He exuded a strong and tangy smell of snow fir, approaching the immobile Shen Yichen step by step, leaning into his ear and teasingly: "After all, there is everything in dreams, isn't it? My—"

"Young man, husband, man."

Shen Yichen was overwhelmed by the high-quality alpha pheromone, this feeling was completely different from when he was lured into heat.The young man stood passively on the spot, blinking at Zhuo Yu who had already put on his suit.

The mature and stern man seemed to have stepped out of a Ba Zong cartoon, his chiseled side face was gilded with a layer of gold against the morning light.

"Tuk-tuk--"

"Enter."

The door of the bedroom was opened, and the butler led three maids in and walked in with floor-to-ceiling clothes hangers.Ander bent down gentlemanly, "Master, here are all the clothes that suit your lady's figure."

Shen Yichen glanced at the hangers, all of them were milky white silk shirts, each with [-]th century carved lace at the neckline, the styles were similar but not the same.Looking at another hanger full of trousers, the boy's heart palpitations could not help but tremble.

These are all kinds of pants!As far as the eye could see, they were all knee-length trousers with garter buckles, and the few pairs of trousers were still strapped, not to mention the rest of the shoes.

Shen Yichen, who swept it down with a glance, almost turned his back in anger.

In the end, the man picked out a few pieces in a flat tone and said, "Well, let's go out."

Then the butler led the maid out again, leaving only the dumbfounded Shen Yichen and Zhuo Yu in a good mood.

Cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead, he swallowed cautiously, "You don't want me to go out wearing this."

"Well, what else. Shall I wear it?" Zhuo Yu hung the clothes on his wrist, and reached out to grab the hem of the boy's T-shirt.

"You, you, stop!" Shen Yichen refused with a trembling voice, two patches of blush crept up on his cheeks in an instant.

But it was too late, the hem of the T-shirt was pulled up to the ribs by the man, and there were deep and shallow marks on the white body.

This is the evidence he left behind that night, and it still looks a little tempting now.

Zhuo Yu's warm fingers caressed the boy's skin, delicately stroking the pink mark, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm..." The body trembled uncontrollably, and the hairs trembled, "No...it doesn't hurt."

"Well, raise your hands up." The man's tone was flat and no lust could be heard, and with a tone of command, he forced Shen Yichen to raise his arms obediently.

The T-shirt was taken off, and Zhuo Yu went to untie Shen Yichen's pants.

The boy was red-faced and grabbed Zhuo Yu's wrist tightly, "I, I take it off myself."

"Oh, then you decided to go out with me?" The man restrained his strong pheromone, and Shen Yichen finally relaxed his shoulders to breathe.

The young man looked at him with an aggrieved face, and said softly, "Well, I'll go out with you. Let me wear it myself, okay?"

Zhuo Yu stood in front of the young man with his hands folded, staring at him without saying a word, and then he replied stingily: "Okay, move quickly."

After finishing speaking, he threw the clothes into Shen Yichen's arms and went out alone.

Shen Yichen looked at such a retro medieval costume that could be called a cosplay in his hands, and he closed his eyes and let it go.

wear!Isn't it just clothes!

That's better than nothing, too.