White Cat Omega and Black Panther Alpha

Entering December, the temperature in Ningcheng plummeted.

After getting along during this period of time, the two said that they have changed, but they have changed slightly, and they said that they have not changed, but there is really no change.

It's just some of Xia Huai's actions, Jiang Chuxing can more or less understand his deliberate teasing.

It's like trying to get his attention on purpose.

After the midterm exam, time flies, and the fourth monthly exam is about to usher in.

Because he had promised Aunt Lin in advance, Jiang Chuxing had no reason to refuse when Xia Huai asked to make up lessons for him every night.

So, for the few days before the monthly exam, Jiang Chuxing gave him extra lessons in Xia Huai's room.

It is better to say that they are doing their own homework instead of making up lessons.

They could ask for leave for evening self-study in class [-]. Xia Huai and Jiang Chuxing asked for leave for several days in a row, but after that, Old Xu didn't bother to sign the leave slip for them, so he directly greeted the guard.

After dinner, Jiang Chuxing habitually carried the paper and came to Xia Huai's room.

Sitting opposite Xia Huai, I saw him doing an English improvement paper.

Since the confession that night, Xia Huai stopped pretending to be a scumbag in front of him, and instead took the initiative to learn.

After these few days, Jiang Chuxing felt that writing the paper alone was completely different from writing the paper with two people.

It's like going back to junior high school.

The study time passed very quickly, and before I knew it, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Ningcheng has officially entered winter, and there will always be continuous rain, and another drizzle starts outside the window, pattering on the glass.

After Xia Huai finished two sets of papers, when he looked up again, he found that the boy opposite him had fallen asleep

Because Jiang Chuxing transferred to class [-], in order to keep up with the progress of the experimental class, he studied hard almost every day, either in physical education class or in the evening.

Especially these days approaching the monthly exam.

Xia Huai looked at his sleeping face.

The desk lamp was warm and shone on the young man's face. His skin was fair, his eyes had a clear blue color, his breathing was deep and shallow, and his sleeping face was peaceful.

When you get close, you can smell the pheromones emanating from him. The smell flows in the air, like a gardenia tree full of flower buds, with a delicate fragrance that is not greasy.

It's raining more and more outside.

Xia Huai leaned over and whispered in Jiang Chuxing's ear, "Brother."

Jiang Chuxing didn't answer him.

Xia Huai's dark eyes were stained with a smile, and there was something hidden in the tenderness.

"Are you so unprepared for me?" His cold voice was very low, with a sense of delusion: "If I want to do something, you don't know."

After watching for a while, Xia Huai walked over, put one hand on his waist, and the other passed through the hollow of his knee, and hugged him horizontally.

When Jiang Chuxing was picked up, he frowned, swayed his feet, and leaned against Xia Huai's body when he smelled a familiar smell, and did not move.

The breath sprayed on Xia Huai's chest, which was hot and itchy.

Xia Huai licked his lips, looked down at the person in his arms, he didn't know why he asked: "Brother, go back to your room and sleep in mine?"

Jiang Chuxing really lacked sleep during this period, and now his snorting is filled with pheromones that he relies on, and he sleeps deeply.

"If you don't answer," Xia Huai said, "you'll sleep in my room."

No one responded.

Xia Huai waited for a while, then closed his eyes.In the end, he carried Jiang Chuxing to the room opposite him.

He gently put Jiang Chuxing on the bed, the boy's head sank into the soft pillow, turned over, and pressed the quilt under his legs.

Xia Huai grabbed his ankle and tried to cover him, but found that Jiang Chuxing's temperature seemed a little high.

He reached out and touched Jiang Chuxing's forehead, except that his cheeks were a little red, everything else was normal.

He didn't think much of it, thinking it was hot in his room.

Rainy night is a day full of dreams.

Without the pheromone he relied on, Jiang Chuxing's mind sank.

In the dream, the same dark night.

He was alone holding a paintbrush and hiding in a small dark room to draw a villain. The feeling of suffocation enveloped him, and there was no light that could illuminate her.

There were adults arguing outside, accompanied by the sound of men smashing something into pieces, which made Jiang Chuxing's eardrums ache.

With a bang, the glass shattered.

It scared Jiang Chuxing, but he didn't dare to go out, so he could only hold the brush tightly and draw in the small black room.

The quarrel became louder and louder, Jiang Chuxing's mind was buzzing, and villains filled the entire picture book.

"Jiang Chuxing."

In a daze, Jiang Chuxing heard someone calling his name, opened his eyes, and saw a young man with an anxious expression and halo.

Sure enough, Xia Huai was carrying light.

It was always his light.

"How are you? What's wrong?" Xia Huai saw that his face was flushed, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and his eyes were loose.

Jiang Chuxing's throat was too dry to make a sound, and his chest was still shrouded in suffocation and darkness.

His eyelashes were soaked, without even thinking about it, he raised his arms and hugged Xia Huai.

Xia Huai was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he stretched out his hand to stroke his back: "Did you have a nightmare? It's okay."

After hugging for a while, the heaviness in Jiang Chuxing's head disappeared, replaced by dizziness, and his sanity gradually recovered.

Letting go of Xia Huai, he asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

Xia Huai looked at his watch: "[-]:[-]."

"It's over, let's go to class." Jiang Chuxing lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Xia Huai held his shoulders and said seriously: "If you are sick, just stay there and I will ask you for leave later."

His tone could not be refused, Jiang Chuxing was stunned.

Xia Huai may have sensed that his tone was a little anxious, so he covered him with the quilt, reached out and touched his forehead, it was still a little hot.

"I called my mother, and she will come over to show you in a while."

Jiang Chuxing was really not very energetic, maybe he was not in the mood to study when he went to school, so he nodded.

"Then you go to class, and I'll be fine after I get some sleep."

"No." Xia Huai's tone was tough, without any intention of discussing: "Let's talk about it after your fever subsides."

Because of the fever, Jiang Chuxing's ears, eye corners, and lips were all red, and even the exposed collarbone was also pink, looking very pitiful.

He looked at Xia Huai, and flapped his eyelashes twice: "Then you don't want to be in the top ten?"

Xia Huai raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question.

He stared deeply at the boy on the bed, and asked, "Does that brother think that I will be in the top ten?"

Jiang Chuxing clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, turned his eyes away and stopped talking.

Does he want to?

In fact, from the brother's point of view, he thought about it, but with Xia Huai's character, they really might never be brothers again after getting into the top ten.

So he didn't want to.

Xia Huai raised his hand to touch him, but Jiang Chuxing shrank back subconsciously.

Xia Huai's hands froze in the air.

The atmosphere is a little frozen.

Jiang Chuxing drooped his lower eyelids, his amber eyes were somewhat moist, and looked even more pitiful, but his tone was resisting: "Don't come near me."

Being sick, Jiang Chuxing felt a little insecure, and his words didn't pass through his brain.

He was afraid that Xia Huai would see his embarrassment without the appearance of his brother. The image he wanted to present in front of Xia Huai had always been that very powerful brother.

But often self-defeating.

Looking at him like this, Xia Huai remembered the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, when Jiang Chuxing told him the same thing.

Tell yourself to stay away from him, don't come close.

At that time, he didn't see anything wrong with Jiang Chuxing, he was obviously similar to his current appearance, pitiful, and wanted someone to hug him and touch his head.

In the past two years, he and Jiang Chuxing have competed for what?

Jiang Chuxing was like this every time he got sick, he didn't talk about the pain, he didn't talk about the pain, he took it all by himself.

Xia Huai stretched out his hand that stopped, and hugged him and the quilt into his arms.

Jiang Chuxing pushed him, and said anxiously in a hoarse voice, "Contagion...it will be contagious...let go of me."

"Don't let go." Xia Huai held his hand tightly, and whispered in his ear: "If I let go, will you suffer by yourself again?"

Jiang Chuxing paused for a moment, then said firmly, "I... I don't feel bad."

"Yeah." Xia Huai buried her head on his shoulder: "I'm uncomfortable."

"Brother." Xia Huai called him, put his fingers into Jiang Chuxing's hair, and whispered in his ear: "Now I won't leave just because of your words, no matter what you say, it's useless, don't push me away me."

What he said was not just about the present.

What's more, I want to use this opportunity to reveal my determination.

Tell him he will be there for him no matter what.

Tell him that he is no longer that little kid and can be relied on.

Jiang Chuxing was stunned.

After a while.

Jiang Chuxing relaxed his body and let him hug him, his forehead rested on his shoulder, and his voice was muffled: "I'm just afraid of infecting you with a cold. I was too anxious just now. I have no other intentions. I'm sorry."

"Yeah." Xia Huai rolled up the quilt, and his voice softened: "I just want to tell you that you don't have to be brave in front of me, you can rely on me more."

Sick people really need care and are easily aroused by others.

During the two years when he was ill, Jiang Chuxing didn't know how many nights he had endured alone. This was the first time someone told him that you still have a shoulder to rely on when you are suffering.

Jiang Chuxing turned his head to smell the familiar pheromone, and rubbed his head inward.

Xia Huai's shoulders made him feel at ease like never before, and it really was different from before.

The uneasiness and uneasiness in my heart are being softened one by one.

The backlog of the past few years has been unloaded, all the pressure has been thrown away, it is like opening up the dusty self, or it may be burnt out.

He pursed his lips and whispered, "Water, I want to drink water."

Xia Huai's heart ached and ached when he heard that he demanded of himself.

"Okay, I'll pour it for you." Xia Huai was going to put him back on the bed, but Jiang Chuxing was afraid of the cold, so he shrunk his shoulders and squeezed them tighter. One hand came out from under the quilt and grabbed his clothes .

Xia Huai lowered his eyes and saw that the back of Jiang Chuxing's hands were red. He was clearly ill, but he held him tightly.

Being so dependent on him, Xia Huai smiled silently.

She raised her hand to hug him, and grabbed the water glass on the bedside table with one hand.

Jiang Chuxing drank half a glass of warm water, then leaned back into Xia Huai's arms.

He has always liked physical contact with people, but he has too many things in mind, so he suppresses himself like this.

Jiang Chuxing seldom gets sick, but once he gets sick, he tends to explode, and wants to get back to his roots at a time.

"Xia Huai." Jiang Chuxing might be really confused, closed his eyes and began to moan: "I feel bad."

His voice was hoarse and outrageous, revealing a trace of grievance, and a little coquettish.

Xia Huai couldn't bear it when he heard it, and two emotions of distress and satisfaction were intertwined.

Caressing his back, "I know, I know, take a temperature first, okay?"

Jiang Chuxing didn't say yes, nor did he say bad.

Xia Huai took the thermometer that had been placed on the bedside table a long time ago. There is no one in the mouth at home, only a mercury thermometer.

He first tentatively stretched it in from the neckline, but accidentally touched Jiang Chuxing's collarbone.

The temperature made Xia Huai's fingers pause, and the darkness in his eyes was deep and deep.

Alpha pheromone emanated from his body, turbulent and violent, enveloping Omega calmly, but instinctively suppressed and restrained, keeping a safe distance.

Still, his pheromones affected the Omega.

Jiang Chuxing's snow-white ears "chirp", protruding from his hair, and the thin soft hairs caressed Xia Huai's neck.

Originally, he was glad that Jiang Chuxing didn't lose control of his pheromone, but now he's better.

Xia Huai took a deep breath.

Withdrawing his hand, he poked his hand under the quilt from Jiang Chuxing's exposed hand, and the temperature in the quilt was almost to the point of burning his hand.

It might be the air leak, Jiang Chuxing flinched again, and called indistinctly: "Ah Huai."

"En." Xia Huai responded quickly.

Stretching his hand in from the hem of his clothes, his little finger touched Jiang Chuxing's skin first, causing his heart to constrict from the heat.

Jiang Chuxing was jolted by the ice, and his rationality returned slightly, and he felt that his body was hotter than usual, and the cool water pine surrounded his fluff, light and cool, and he approached unconsciously.

With such a distance and such a state, Jiang Chuxing felt it was inappropriate. He sat up slightly, but saw Xia Huai's serious expression.

Xia Huai like this is rare, and I don't know when he learned the ability to take care of others.

Suddenly, he recalled that Xia Huai helped him fix the night lamp, fix the sprinkler, and even take care of his mating period.

This made Jiang Chuxing feel very unreal, but also very at ease.

"Brother, I put the thermometer on your stomach, bear with it."

After saying that, Jiang Chuxing felt something cold on his stomach, shivered, and hummed softly.

He also snuggled up to Xia Huai again.

"Are my hands too cold?"

Xia Huai's physique is cold, which is why Jiang Chuxing slept with him every day through the window.

"Then press it yourself."

Xia Huai said that Xia Huai was about to withdraw his hand, but Jiang Chuxing grabbed his hand and put it back on his stomach.

Jiang Chuxing rubbed Xia Huai's neck twice with cat ears, and sighed: "Ah Huai, it's so comfortable."