Please stop your Zhang San behavior

Lu Yan crossed his arms and looked down at Alpha on the bed, "So you not only saved his life, but also avenged him?"

The thing is basically like this, but after being summed up by Lu Yan, He Huai felt something was wrong.

Harley killed his mother in front of Cyril, and Hehuai threw Harley into the grinder, which was regarded as indirectly avenging Cyril.

As for his saving Cyril...

He Huai felt that the other party might not appreciate it. At that time, Cyril didn't want to come back with Corleone, and planned to jump off the space station. He Huai caught him and rescued him.

Because Cyril had suicidal thoughts, Corleone would handcuff him and use his pheromone to keep suppressing Omega.

Lu Yan's eyes turned cold, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Realizing that Lu Yan was angry, He Huai explained, "At that time, you were still decomposing, and your body was suffering..."

"I didn't say that!" Lu Yan interrupted He Huai forcefully, "Why didn't you tell me about the matter on the starship?"

He Huai froze for a moment, looked at the aggressive omega, his eyes slowly stained with a smile, "Are you... jealous?"

Lu Yan stalked, but soon he switched back to the cold state, and said sternly: "Because you didn't tell me anything, I almost shot Corleone yesterday."

"Fortunately, I was not impulsive, otherwise you think we are still alive here? We are grasshoppers tied to the same rope, can you tell me in advance if there is anything?"

Although Lu Yan was angry, He Huai could see that he was stern.

"I see." He Huai pinched the corner of Lu Yan's cuff, and gently tugged, "Don't be angry, it won't happen in the future."

Lu Yan was most annoyed that he spoke in such a sticky tone, he was so irritated that he couldn't tell, so he turned away and ignored He Huai.

He Huai knew Lu Yan very well, so he took the initiative to explain the "what happened".

Yesterday outside the utility room, when he heard that Harley was harassing his Omega with pheromones, and even planned to mark it, Hehuai had no intention of letting Harley live to see the sun tomorrow.

It's just different from when he recklessly snatched the gun from Harley's hand when he was a child, and instead let Lu Yan be beaten with him.

The current He Huai does not act on impulse, the moment he drags Harley into the separation room, he has already thought of the next way to get out.

Alpha's intuition made him realize that Corleone had unusual feelings for Cyril, so at noon yesterday, he went to find Cyril.

"Actually, I met him when I was a child." He Huai paused, "He also recognized me."

Lu Yan frowned. It's not surprising that He Huai and Cyril knew each other. Cyril's father was a popular candidate for CEO, so it's normal to know He Huai's father.

"But—" He Huai hooked Lu Yan's cuff with his fingertips, "I only like you."

Omega turned his back to him, without any reaction, his lips were tightly pursed.

He Huai stood up slightly, and slipped his fingertips into Omega's fingers silently, "Salt?"

Lu Yan's back stiffened, and he shook off He Huai's hand in a big reaction, and the alpha who pulled the wound couldn't help hissing.

It was only then that Lu Yan realized that He Huai had just finished the operation and was still in the healing period, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he asked forcefully, "Are you okay?"

He Huai looked weak, "The wound hurts."

Lu Yanxin raised it, "I'll go find those robots and ask them to give you painkillers."

He Huai stopped him, "It's easy to become addicted if you take too many painkilling injections."

Lu Yan heard his overtones, "Then what do you want to do?"

He Huai moved to make half a bed for Lu Yan, looked up at Omega, "You can lie down with me for a while."

Lu Yan stood there with a straight face for a while, then took off his shoes impatiently and lay down next to He Huai.

As soon as he lay down, Alpha came over and nestled on Lu Yan's shoulder.

Lu Yan frowned, "Stay away, the medical robot will let you avoid contact with omega."

He Huai quibbled, "The robot also said that I recovered very quickly. By the time of the second differentiation, the wound may have healed already."

Lu Yan gave him a blank look, but he didn't push He Huai away after all.

"The wound still hurts a bit." He Huai put his face on Lu Yan's shoulder, and spoke in a low voice, as if he was being coquettish, "They say that Omega's kiss can soothe and relieve the pain."

Lu Yan said coldly, "Don't push yourself too far."

He Huai didn't bother anymore, probably because he was really tired, and he fell asleep after a while.

Hearing Alpha's even and long breathing, Lu Yan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his smooth and plump forehead, and below that were delicate eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and two thin lips.

Looking at this handsome face, Lu Yan was agitated and tangled for a while, and he didn't know exactly where the kiss could soothe and relieve the pain.

It must be a gland, right?

The most direct stimulation of omega to alpha is undoubtedly the gland.

Lu Yan carefully moved He Huai's head, revealing half of his smooth and slender neck, and he swallowed.

After reconfirming that He Huai was really asleep, Lu Yan sneaked up and kissed him, but he didn't know if it would work or not, so he kissed again, finally releasing a little bit of pheromone.

Seeing that He Huai's eyebrows seemed to be stretched, Lu Yan was satisfied.

He Huai healed at an astonishing speed, and the wound had formed a thin layer of pink scab in the past two days.

Fearing that the robots would find something abnormal, Lu Yan stopped letting them check He Huai's body.

The three round-headed robots stood at the door in a daze. After confirming that Lu Yan really didn't want them to monitor He Huai's condition, they left in frustration.

"Wait a minute." Lu Yan stopped them and asked tentatively, "Has anyone asked you about Polly's recovery?"

The three robots shook their heads, "No."

Lu Yan felt relieved and personally sent the three robots away.

After He Huaineng's small-scale activities, Lu Yan stopped taking care of him and returned to his job.

The food on the Barcelona has always been very good. Since Cyril was brought back, the food has been getting better and better. Occasionally, the kitchen will cook for Cyril.

Cyril has been here for half a month, but he rarely leaves the room. When Corleone rarely brought him to the restaurant for dinner, the star thieves looked at the omega hidden by Corleone.

Cyril was wearing a light-colored knitted sweater. His fair neck protruded from the V-neck, and the slim fit showed smooth and smooth lines on the shoulders and back.

His classical melancholy temperament is incompatible with this group of fierce and fearless thugs.

The appearance of Cyril made the restaurant quiet, and then there was a louder teasing sound, and everyone whistled and booed.

But when Corleone looked around with a gloomy face, the Star Thieves froze and became dumbfounded.

Cyril pursed his lips and followed Corleone docilely. When he saw Lu Yan, he raised his head. His eyes paused on Lu Yan's face for two seconds and turned away.

Corleone took Cyril to sit in a remote corner of the restaurant, and the two of them finished the meal quietly and left without any communication during the period.

As soon as dinner was over, Lu Yan cleaned up the kitchen and went back with He Huai's share of food.

Opening the door of the utility room, Lu Yan smelled a smell that didn't belong here - the smell of omega, an omega with elegant pheromones.

Lu Yan raised his eyelids and said without expression, "Is that omega from your childhood friend here to visit?"

After He Huai reacted for a while, he realized that the 'childhood omega' Lu Yan mentioned was referring to Cyril.

With a smile on his eyes, "I only met him twice when I was young. This is not a childhood sweetheart. My childhood sweetheart is only you."

Lu Yan hummed a single sound softly through his nose, thinking that he could recognize it at once after only seeing it twice.

Lu Yan threw the dinner to He Huai, ignored him, and tidied up the utility room expressionlessly.

He Huai dragged his sick body and helped Lu Yan clean up together, but he didn't return Omega's look.

Although Lu Yan didn't ask anything, He Huai reported to him with perceptiveness, "He didn't just come to see me, but to ask about his plans in the future."

Lu Yan remained calm, "Oh, what is the result of your heart-to-heart talk?"

"No heart-to-heart talk." He Huai walked behind Lu Yan, sniffed the back of his neck lightly, and corrected him with a smile, "It's a matter of conversation."

Because of this intimacy, Lu Yan became more calm after being annoyed. He said in a hoarse voice, "Get to the point!"

He Huai: "Cyril's goal is the same as ours. We all want these star thieves to have a miserable end."

When Cyril returned to the room, there was a lion-like man sitting on the bed, every hair stood upright, invisibly demonstrating inviolable majesty.

Corleone's eyes darkened, "Where have you been?"

Cyril stood at the door and said in a low voice, "I went to check on his injuries."

"Do you remember what I told you?" Corleone didn't get angry, but the air was thick and suffocating.

Cyril looked calm, and he asked back, "Then what do you want? Do you want to kill me?"

Corleone seemed to be enraged, and the pheromone swept across Cyril like a violent hurricane, his blood was frozen and his strength was sucked away.

Cyril's legs went limp, as if he had lost all strength, and was about to fall to the ground, but was restrained by the alpha on the door panel.

Powerful pheromones enveloped Cyril, and a layer of cold sweat emerged from his back. Fear, like maggots attached to the bones, crawled along his limbs to the glands.

Cyril couldn't restrain himself from wanting to surrender to the alpha who was highly compatible with him. At this moment, his mind suddenly remembered what someone said——

Although genes determine the strength of AO, pheromones are complementary, so don't be afraid of alphas, especially don't be afraid of alphas that are highly fused with you.

Because as long as you think about it, no matter how powerful an alpha is, it will be a paper tiger in front of you.

You have to learn to make him 'surrender' to you in turn.

Cyril tried his best to restrain his instinct, he released the soothing pheromone, raised his head, and kissed the man in front of him tremblingly.

The other party was obviously taken aback, and Cyril pried open his lips jerky, and kissed him further.

After reacting, Corleone retracted his sharp fangs, his eyes became gentle, and he cupped Cyril's face to respond to him.

In front of the pitch-black grand piano, a pair of bony hands danced awkwardly on the black and white keys, and the music was played intermittently.

The young man's hands were slender and fair, as if carved from fine jade, but at this moment his ten fingers seemed to be bound by an invisible thread, each finger was extremely stiff.

The man behind him had a breathy air, but his voice contained a nasty smile, "Didn't you give a concert before, how did you play like this?"

Cyril did not speak, his body was shaking violently, and the tune was out of tune.

Corleone pressed his lips against him, leaving continuous hickey marks on the base of his ears, and his voice was soft as if drunk by wine, "Why did your mother call you Garcia?"

Seeing that Cyril was silent, Corleone moved a little, "Huh?"

Cyril bit his lips violently, like a terminally ill patient, his eyelashes fluttered and he turned his head away, panting heavily.

Corleone chased after him relentlessly, biting Cyril's earlobe, and continued to grind him.

Seven or eight minutes later, the unbearably tormented Omega said tremblingly, "It's just... a name, friends and family... will call me that."

Only those who are very close to him will call him Jiaxi in private.

The gland was bitten open by alpha's sharp teeth, and a stream of pheromones that did not belong to him was like thorns under the moon, strangling magnolias one by one.

The pure white fragile petals were pierced by thorns and thorns, crushed, dripping juice and withering into the soil.

Cyril's eyes were closed tightly, tears rolled down, as if he had fallen into a terrible nightmare.

Omega's instinct made him nostalgic for the breath of alpha, but this sacrifice was like digging out half of his own flesh and blood to fill another person.

He was shaking with pain.

The veins on Corleone's forehead were protruding. When he was about to lose control, he tensed himself, barely regained his sanity, restrained his instincts, and reluctantly let go of the scented part of his neck, and kept holding on to the back of his neck.

Corleone held Cyril in his arms, sucked his lips, licked his tears.

"Gassi." Corleone's voice was hoarse, he rubbed the tip of his nose against Cyril, comforting the omega who didn't know why he was afraid.

"Don't cry, I'll take it easy."