Indulge in indulgence

That night.

Shenghao International Hotel was brightly lit, and the high-end and cumbersomely decorated corridors on the fourteenth floor were empty.

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and someone ran out unsteadily, groping the wall for a few steps, as if they would fall to the ground in the next second.

The weather forecast was almost inaccurate, and it was raining heavily in Los Angeles, where the probability of rain was only 20.00%.

The man was drenched in some rain, half of his pale face was exposed under the black and smooth hair, but the roots of his ears were red, like clusters of fires burning in the winter snow, scorching hot.

The air was filled with the strong pheromone scent of green plum fruit, which wrapped around the man's body in a cool and sweet way. He leaned against the wall for a while, his hands tightly clutching his arms, and there was a faint scent under his soaked white shirt. Visible white tight waistline.

He let out a breath, then raised his limp legs and continued to stumble forward.

1403, 1403...

The mist that diffused in the pupils formed an indistinct curtain, and his feet were incompetent in this long corridor like a maze.

The man frowned in pain, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, and his cold and thin face was flushed with lust.

Where the hell is 1403? !

He groped to the door of 1403 and impatiently took out the room card from his pocket.

"drop--"

The red light on the door flashed, but there was no sound of unlocking.

"drop--"

"drop--"

"drop--"

The man slammed the door angrily, cursed in a low voice, and was about to turn his head to see if he had read the wrong room number, but the door in front of him was suddenly pulled open.

The other party seemed to have just taken a shower. The strong smell of alcohol, accompanied by the aroma of the hotel's high-end body wash, enveloped him together with the warmth of the room, instantly dispelling the coldness of the rainy night.

The man didn't know whether it was due to sudden inertia, or his unsteady legs, he subconsciously threw himself forward, and bumped into the opponent's arms firmly.

The man's hot face was pressed against the naked chest, and an unusually hot body was hidden under the rain-soaked clothes.

The other party hesitated for a moment, and seemed to want to push him away: "You..."

The tide of green plum fruit, heated by alcohol, poured out of the man's body. Omega pheromones mixed in the humid air, making it hot and sticky like a huge love net.

At this moment, reason instantly collapsed.

"Your pheromones..."

He heard the trembling and hoarse voice of the man buried in his arms, "Give me... just a little..."

Pale sky light poured in through the gaps in the curtains, and a mobile phone ringing through the sky abruptly shook the sleeping person on the bed.

Stretched out a hand from under the quilt, fumbled for the phone, put it close to the ear, and lazily said, "Hello?"

Although this hotel is ridiculously expensive, the sound insulation is not that good. The moment I picked up the phone, I could vaguely hear a loud curse from the next door who was woken up.

Jiang Tao's voice came out of the microphone suddenly: "Cen Yi, where are you now? Why didn't you answer the [-] calls I made? It's the first day of joining the group today, what time is it now?!"

Jiang Tao's roar could pierce the eardrums, Cen Yi took the phone a little farther away, and squinted his eyes to look at the phone screen: "Eight forty... I drank some wine last night, I'm at the Shenghao Hotel, I'm coming here now You still have time."

After he finished speaking, he reported another room number, and then hung up the phone regardless of Jiang Tao's scolding.

A handsome and profound face was reflected on the screen of the mobile phone. It looked like he was only in his early 20s, and there was a faint trace of wild gangster between the open brows.

It's just such a face, which stands out in today's femininity-prevalent small fresh meat group, occupying the vision of men and women with absolute innate advantages, quite a posture of soaring into the sky.

Cen Yi threw his phone on the bedside. He was hungover all night, and now his brain is still aching.

You shouldn't be drinking with Li Ang's grandson...

Cen Yi cursed secretly, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows a little, turned over and pressed into the pillow, just about to squint for a while, a faint fishy smell mixed with the fragrance of flowers broke into his nostrils.

Cen Yi was stunned, and opened his eyes suddenly, the latest memories flooded in like a flood.

He slept with a strange Omega who was in heat/estrus.

Cen Yi looked at the crumpled and messy but empty bedding around him, feeling a little dazed.

There were a few dark red scratches on his firm and firm back and shoulders buried under the quilt. The window was half open, and the air was filled with a faint smell of mutton, and the remaining pheromone smell had dissipated.

Things were overturned on the table in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and Cen Yi vaguely remembered that he once dragged someone's hair against the window and tossed fiercely.

The subtle gasps and sobs are still lingering in his ears, and everything around him reminds him that the fragrant and rough bed thing last night is not just a ridiculous dream after drinking.

Cen Yi scratched his hair impatiently.

His mind went blank, and he realized he couldn't remember anything except that the other person was a man.

At this moment, [-] possibilities flashed through his mind——

Did the other party recognize him?

Did the other party take pictures?

Will the other party...

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the door.

At the door, Jiang Tao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and when he saw Cen Yi, he yelled: "I hate you...you, you, you..."

His tone became weaker and weaker, and his eyes changed from initial anger to hesitation and then to shock.

Jiang Tao's eyes wandered from Cen Yi's slightly gloomy face all the way to his scratched shoulders, his expression seemed to have seen a ghost for a while, and he was dumb for a long time before he remembered that he was still in the corridor. Push him, go in and close the door.

On the bed, on the table, on the floor, Jiang Tao's eyes have been staring round since he entered the door. He opened his mouth wide and looked at Cen Yi, who had a bad face. In the other's helpless eyes, he saw this picture of himself as if he had eaten shit. look.

Jiang Tao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said dryly: "...who were you with last night?"

This bed sheet, this tabletop, this floor, Jiang Tao wanted to pinch Cen Yi's neck for a moment and roar: Didn't you fucking say that you had a drink with your good brother last night? !

Cen Yi rubbed his eyebrows, his voice hoarse: "I drank too much, I don't remember."

"What about the other party?"

"……gone."

"Is it an Omega?"

"Ah."

"Then..." Jiang Tao still felt lucky, "We should do something."

Cen Yi silently got up from the bed, pawed and pulled the storage table at the head of the bed twice, and then squeezed out two intact small square bags from it.

Jiang Tao: "..."

The author says:

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