Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

Good News: After a month of unremitting efforts, both Yan Qinghe and Song Mi have made substantial progress.

The hormone level during the febrile period was already unstable, coupled with the repeated effects of the emergency suppressant medicine taken before and the sedative medicine this time, even the physical fitness of an S-level Omega couldn't handle it anymore, and Song Mi had a fever intermittently.

Yan Qinghe sat beside his bed, measured several times, watched the mercury column in the thermometer in his hand go up and down on the scale of 37, and sighed: "Song Mi, shall we go to the hospital?"

Because of the fever, Song Mi's mind was muddled. His eyes occasionally opened dimly, but he didn't wake up. He just shook his head in panic when he heard the word "hospital".

"No, not going." His attitude was firm.

"How old are you, are you still afraid of going to the hospital?" Yan Qinghe laughed dumbly, just twisted a hot towel to wipe his body, and unbuttoned Song Mi's pajamas in a grandiose manner.

Song Mi held Yan Qinghe's hand hesitantly, and flinched for a second when his hot palm touched the cool back of the other's hand, then hugged him weakly, showing a gesture of rejection.

Although he still can't analyze the reason why Yan Qinghe took off his clothes, but he subconsciously thinks...it's wrong.

Yan Qinghe doesn't like to have physical contact with others.

The self who needs to be taken care of because of illness seems to be causing trouble for the other party.

The moment this thought flashed, Song Mi shrank back into the bed without any hesitation, avoiding Yan Qinghe's fingers far away, and tried his best to make his voice sound clearer: "It's okay, you... go back and rest first. , the body is important."

Yan Qinghe's hand holding the handkerchief was hanging in the air, and he almost laughed angrily.

If he hadn't seen the marriage certificate under the pillow, just hearing this sentence, he would almost have thought that Song Mi was chasing someone away.

But recalling Song Mi's hot palm, Yan Qinghe couldn't care about it anymore, he just calmly climbed onto the bed, and dug the huddled man out of the quilt: "Good boy, we won't go to the hospital."

Hearing that he was not going to the hospital, Song Mi was willing to let go of the quilt, but Yan Qinghe pinched his wrist the next second.

The idea of ​​throwing it away flashed through my mind, but it was actually very easy to implement. Yan Qinghe didn't hold it very hard, but it was an active touch from the other party, so Song Mi seemed to be pressed the pause button The picture of the movie was frozen for a long time.

So he froze in this awkward posture, allowing Yan Qinghe to wipe his face.

The wrist that was held was released, and the place touched by the other party began to feel ambiguously hot. The unspeakable joy in Song Mi's heart dimmed like the setting sun, and gradually disappeared, and the horizon swallowed up all the light. , the field of vision plunged into darkness.

With a "click", the light was turned on, Yan Qinghe returned to the bed, approached him step by step, gently held his face, and the room became very bright.

The opponent's hand was very light, but Song Mi's body was completely stiff. He couldn't even do such a small movement as turning his neck. He could only watch the opponent's face gradually approaching in vain. The blood in his body was boiling, and his heart was about to burst. His chest cavity was as peaceful as a body that sank to the bottom of the sea after drowning, allowing the sea water to wash him away and send him in any direction.

No matter where it is, it can be alive or dead.

Yan Qinghe's breath brushed his face, but the warm breath ignited him. He lowered his eyes, avoiding the other party's sight, but focused his eyes on the other party's lips.

This gesture is like a kiss.

Yan Qinghe seemed to want to kiss him.

This thought was like a thunderbolt flashing across the night sky, illuminating Song Mi's secret thoughts for so many years.

In the next moment, Song Mi shrank and hid, but was hugged by Yan Qinghe forcefully, so their foreheads were pressed together.

Song Mi lost her mind.

After a long time, Yan Qinghe said helplessly, "Song Mi, you have a fever."

"what."

Song Mi couldn't tell what was on her mind, like joy, like loss, all thoughts were mixed together, she should feel happy because she got the other person's attention, but she couldn't help but yearn for more, shamelessly yearn for and further contact with each other.

Instead of answering the other party's question, he just opened his mouth, spit out a meaningless syllable, and mechanically responded to the other party's words.

In the next second, Yan Qinghe touched his lips with his lips.

One touch ignited the emotion of falling into the ice cave again. His touch was so light that it was like an illusion, as if he had touched the ice and snow for too long and before he froze, he felt unusually warm.

Song Mi felt that she had a fever, and it was burnt out, otherwise how could she feel that Yan Qinghe was kissing him.

The next second, Yan Qinghe pressed him against the bed, put his lips in his mouth, kissed him deeply for a while, and stopped a second before Song Mi could not breathe.

"It's so hot." His voice sounded like a sigh, but it seemed very sincere, as if the kiss that exchanged each other's saliva was really just to measure the temperature.

Song Mi panted in vain, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, in the dark field of vision, he could still clearly feel Yan Qinghe lying down beside him.

He covered his heart, thinking, it was very hot.

"Song Mi, I'm very worried about you. I'll stay and take care of you tonight, okay?" Yan Qinghe slept next to him, turned his face, their eyes met, and the distance seemed so close that they could start kissing again in the next moment.

"Yeah." Song Mi turned her back, not daring to meet the other person's eyes.

After getting permission, Yan Qinghe chuckled, just got up and put the cold towel into hot water to wring it out again: "Song Mi, take off your clothes, and I'll wipe it for you again."

With her back to Yan Qinghe, Song Mi lay still for a long time, but her red ears couldn't hide her thoughts at all.

"Song Mi, you are sick." Yan Qinghe's voice sounded very sincere, as if he was really only thinking about Song Mi's health.

Song Mi lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, unbuttoned her upper body, and insisted, "I can do it myself."

Yan Qinghe handed over the towel with a smile, watched him turn around, and thoughtfully said: "Then let me wipe your back for you."

Song Mi didn't look back, her movements seemed a bit hesitant, Yan Qinghe's eyes dimmed, and he said in frustration: "Sorry, I didn't think carefully. I just thought that it would be very difficult for you to wipe your back..."

"It's okay." Song Mi answered decisively. Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he explained with his back naked, "That's not what I meant. I just felt that I was causing you trouble."

"No trouble." Yan Qinghe shook his head, and concentrated on rubbing Song Mi's back.

After wiping his back, Song Mi firmly rejected the other party's attempt to continue wiping his lower body, but repeatedly insisted that he was fine. Yan Qinghe smiled generously, turned around and went out to wait for him to finish wiping, and then came back to clean up the room.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Song Mi glanced at the time, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

It's time to leave.

This thought made him unable to bear and began to feel lost, but Yan Qinghe came back soon, and when he came back, he brought a chair in his hand.

"It's okay, go to sleep, I'll watch over you." Yan Qinghe's tone was soft but firm, he sat on the chair and looked at Song Mi, "You keep getting fever like this, what if something goes wrong?"

"If I have a problem, I can call you..." Song Mi resisted in vain, Yan Qinghe smiled and stared at his phone that was still charging.

He remembered the matter of turning off his mobile phone before, and suddenly he lost the confidence to refuse.

"Song Mi, you don't know how scared I am when I can't contact you." Yan Qinghe lowered his head, Song Mi couldn't see his expression clearly, only thought he looked sad.

Yan Qinghe was leaning on the chair alone, Song Mi suddenly remembered that Yan Qinghe had no home, even if he returned to that villa, he would be alone, maybe he could only lie on the bed for a long time, staring at his mother to stay behind vases and withered flowers.

Song Mi couldn't help but feel sad, and compromised: "You can sleep in the second bed."

Yan Qinghe shook his head and looked at him with deep worry in his eyes: "Song Mi, what if you get hot again in the middle of the night? Do you think I can really fall asleep?"

Song Mi thought about it differently, if the sick person was Yan Qinghe, he really couldn't let go of it for a moment.

The two were silent and stalemate, Yan Qinghe had a gentle smile on his face, he sat upright on the chair, his posture was well trained, he looked the same as ordinary people, even more elegant.

The movement of his feet up suddenly overlapped with the memory of a certain moment long ago, as if he had returned to the tutor's office in the first year of university, Yan Qinghe was still a high-spirited senior, chatting with the professor calmly, asking his name in an approachable manner .

At that time, Yan Qinghe was proud and dazzling, and he had never been tortured by the sorrow of his family's ruin to the point where he could not stand upright.

So all the memories and hidden emotions piled up, breaking down Song Mi's weak line of defense in an instant.

Even though he was still recovering and his legs could not walk like a normal person, Yan Qinghe still worked hard to make a proud and beautiful posture.

Even his leg hasn't fully healed yet.

"Then, do you want to sleep together?" Song Mi almost gave up on herself, saying this kind of inviting words.

After a long time, Yan Qinghe responded softly: "If you don't mind."

Song Mi shook her head and gave up a seat beside her: "I don't mind."