After I married that omega instead of my brother

Before he finished speaking, Song Changsi suddenly stepped forward.

Immediately after—

Yin Yan's lips were blocked again.

Song Changsi's kiss was much more intense than not long ago, there was no skill at all, he almost instinctively used the tip of his tongue to pry Yin Yan's teeth open, and then plundered the city.

Yin Yan's legs gave way, and he almost lost his footing, so he quickly supported the door frame beside him.

"Well...Song, Song Changsi..."

He only squeezed out a few pitiful tones, and the rest of the words were forced back by Song Changsi's kiss.

After the shock, he struggled subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, his actions seemed to make Song Changsi unhappy, Song Changsi's kiss suddenly became stronger, and he even bit Yin Yan's lips hard.

"Hiss—" Yin Yan was so painful that tears were about to come out.

He didn't know whether Song Changsi was drunk or awake at this moment. If he was drunk, how could he kiss him with so much strength?If he was awake, why would he kiss him so suddenly?

And it's the second time.

The moment Yin Yan hesitated, Song Changsi pushed him into the room.

The two staggered and fell onto the bed.

Song Changsi took advantage of the situation to hold down Yin Yan, and while supporting the top of Yin Yan's head with his forearms, he clasped the back of Yin Yan's head at the same time. His slender and powerful legs made it impossible for Yin Yan to struggle.

Yin Yan opened his eyes wide in fear, fixedly staring at Song Changsi's beautiful face so close at hand.

Because they were too close, Yin Yan's eyes became cross-eyed.

Few alphas are willing to be treated like this, especially when the other party is an omega. The sense of superiority inherent in the alpha's flesh and blood makes them only enjoy the suppression and manipulation of omega.

Once the omega is allowed to look down from such a high place, the inexplicably hurt self-esteem may make them angry, go berserk, and even act aggressively.

Yin Yan is also an alpha, so naturally she is no exception.

But he didn't get angry, ran away, or acted violently. Instead, he lay stiffly on his back on the bed, as if Song Changsi had acupuncture points pressed on him.

Because he is already confused.

His brain was filled with goo.

Song Changsi squinted at Yin Yan for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed Yin Yan's lips again.

Compared with the strength just now, he is now as gentle as a ray of spring breeze, carefully drawing the shape of Yin Yan's lips.

Yin Yan pushed his head back and pressed hard into Song Changsi's palm. He opened his mouth in a daze, not knowing for a moment whether he should resist or obey.

His sanity has long since collapsed.

He wanted to refuse, but his body sank deeper and deeper, and he couldn't even gather the strength to push Song Changsi away

After a long kiss, Song Changsi's hand resting on the back of his head moved to his chin at some point, pinching his chin, and gently lifted it up.

His breathing was heavy, completely drowning out Song Changsi's breathing.

He felt like he had become a blower, and his ears were filled with the sound of the wind he exhaled.

woohoo-

woohoo hoohoo-

The wind is so loud.

He could hardly hear other voices.

However, in the next second, the wind that almost covered the entire world suddenly disappeared, replaced by Song Changsi's clear voice.

"Are you disgusted?" While speaking, a cold thumb touched Yin Yan's lips, and wiped away the remaining saliva with the pulp of his fingers.

Yin Yan swallowed hard, her voice hoarse: "It's, it's okay."

Song Changsi smiled: "Don't you hate men?"

"..." The mud in Yin Yan's mind was dangling, he didn't even know what he was talking about, "It's not that I hate it, it's that I don't like it."

"Is there a difference between hating and disliking?"

"Have……"

Hate is completely unacceptable, dislike is barely acceptable.

He always thought that he hated men and couldn't accept being intimate with men at all, but if the man was Song Changsi, it seemed that he didn't hate him.

He can barely take it.

He feels fine.

The difference is huge, huge.

The smile at the corner of Song Changsi's mouth became stronger and stronger, creeping up his face and spreading to his eyes, it was as thick as a sip of mellow wine, slowly and silently drowning Yin Yan.

"Then what about this?" The hand moved down silently, "Do you hate this or don't you like it?"

"..."

Yin Yan's whole body was shaken, and the blood seemed to be flowing backwards crazily, rushing towards Tianling Gai.

His entire back was paralyzed.

His heart was beating extremely fast, his ears were buzzing, and he seemed to be out of control.

At this moment, Yin Yan has become a stiff marionette, and Song Changsi is holding an invisible string in his hand, manipulating his sensory world at will.

Vaguely, he felt that he had come to the foot of the mountain and began to climb up.

"Huh?" Song Changsi's breathing drew closer, "What else? Do you hate it or don't like it?"

"..." Yin Yan took a sharp breath, opened his mouth, and couldn't even speak.

He had only climbed halfway up the mountain, and most of the consciousness he had managed to gather was lost again, like a dandelion fluttering in the wind, unable to find a place to cling to.

He clenched the sheets tightly with both hands, and the backs of his hands were full of veins.

"Do you like it if you don't talk?" Song Changsi also had a deep smile in his voice.

Yin Yan was still trying to climb up. He stared blankly at Song Changsi's beautiful eyes, and finally found his voice: "You, are you drunk?"

"Yeah." Song Changsi lowered his head and pressed his lips against his lips for two seconds, and said with a smile, "I'm even more drunk."

The concise answer instantly turned into a force, pushing Yin Yan up.

Yin Yan's dandelion trembled even more.

Just as he was about to climb to the top of the mountain, he was stopped by Song Changsi.

All the emotions piled up in front of a small opening, Yin Yan's whole face flushed red, and the corners of his eyes were watery, and he looked at Song Changsi blankly.

Song Changsi smiled beautifully.

The bright white light gilded Song Changsi's cheeks, making his already fair skin so blemish-free that he couldn't find any blemishes. It was even more eye-catching than the white jade his mother brought back from abroad to give to his old man last year.

Yin Yan was dumbfounded.

Soon, Song Changsi said softly, "Have you considered it?"

"Ah?" Yin Yan asked in confusion, "What are you thinking about?"

"Instead of your brother marrying me." Song Changsi clung to Yin Yan's ear, his warm breath enveloping Yin Yan's ear like rushing sea water, mixed with a burst of omega pheromone that seemed to be absent.

It was not the first time Yin Yan smelled omega pheromones, but it was the first time that omega pheromones smelled so good.

Faint.

And sweet.

Drill straight into his nose.

Obviously there is no real thing, but he can't help but want to lick it.

"You, didn't you say give, give me time to think about it?" Yin Yan said out of tune.

"I changed my mind again." Song Changsi softened his voice, even with a hint of coquettishness, "I really can't wait, can you think about it quickly?"

"..." Yin Yan said with difficulty, "Let go first."

"Have you considered it?" It was the same sentence.

"You, let go first..." Sweat dripped from Yin Yan's forehead.

Song Changsi lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Yan for a while, lowered his head and bit his lips, and relaxed at the same time.

In an instant, Yin Yan, the dandelion, saw the white seeds blown away by the wind, floating all over the sky and everywhere.

Yin Yan's five fingers that were clenched tightly on the bed sheet slowly straightened out. He was panting heavily, so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

Song Changsi raised his hand and held it in front of his eyes. The viscous liquid between the index finger and thumb pulled out a very thin silk thread.

Song Changsi narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Your."

"..."

There was a bang on Yin Yan's face, as if something had exploded directly.

Song Changsi looked at him: "Have you considered it?"

Asked for the third time.

In fact, Yin Yan didn't think about it at all. He made an appointment with his parents, and he was only responsible for holding Song Changsi back.

If there is no result, how can we consider it?

But at this moment, in the eye contact with Song Changsi, under the ambiguous atmosphere where the two breaths were intertwined, he nodded mysteriously: "Okay."

"Ok?"

"I promise you."

the next day.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when Yin Yan woke up.

He sat up from the bed and scratched his messy hair. It took nearly a minute before he realized that he was at Song Changsi's house.

Not only did he spend the night at Song Changsi's house, but he also established a relationship with Song Changsi... There were too many and messy things that happened last night, stuck in his mind like a mess of wool.

If he thinks about it carefully, he will find that there are many things that are wrong——

For example, why did Song Changsi send him home even though he knew he was drunk?

For example, why is Song Changsi sober when drunk?

For example, why did Song Changsi choose such a remote one among so many houses?

and many more……

The piles of things add up like a well-woven web, and the spider weaving the web lies silently in the middle of the web, waiting for the prey to come to the door.

It's a pity that Yin Yan is not a person who is good at thinking. His usual class has exhausted all his brain cells, and now there are only a few thoughts in his mind——

He and Song Changsi confirmed their relationship.

He and Song Changsi are lovers.

He and Song Changsi are getting married next year.

Song Changsi was his brother's wife before, and Song Changsi will be his wife in the future.

These few thoughts, over and over again, have the same meaning——

He, off, single, gone.

Yin Yan wiped his face in a daze, reached for the phone from the bedside table, opened it and saw a bunch of unread messages, all of which were WeChat messages.

In addition to the 99+ group messages, there are also messages from Mr. Song and a few classmates, all for the rehearsal.

Yin Yan replied to Mr. Song's message.

After cutting out, I was about to click into the group chat, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a profile picture I was familiar with.

It was Li Yaoyao's profile picture, and she used her own selfie. In the photo, Li Yaoyao had a bright and sweet smile, fair skin, and delicate features. She was a standard little sweetie.

In the past, Yin Yan frequently clicked on Li Yaoyao's profile picture, and he spent a long time looking at it every time, because Li Yaoyao in the photo was so beautiful, it perfectly matched his yearning for omega in his heart.

But now, he just felt annoyed, thinking that not long ago Li Yaoyao had talked to Song Changsi, he was even more annoyed.

Look to the right.

【Li Yaoyao: You left in such a hurry yesterday, did it happen...】

The latter words are not shown.

Yin Yan clicked into the dialog box, didn't even look at the message Li Yaoyao sent, directly clicked to the upper right, added Li Yaoyao to the blacklist and deleted it.

All right.

It's clean now.

Yin Yan probably flipped through the group chat, but he didn't know where He Yiheng and Sheng Yuan were talking so much, they chatted hundreds of messages in one morning.

You don't need to look to guess that it must be talking about what happened last night.

Yin Yan clicked on the input field and typed "I'm out of order".

After thinking about it, I deleted it.

Then he typed "I'm going to try with Song Changsi".

Still deleted.

After typing, deleting and deleting like this for a long time, he chose to give up, and instead cut to his dad's chat box, asking how his dad was doing with his brother.

Naturally, his father couldn't reply immediately.

Yin Yan put down his phone and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came back, he found that the underwear he threw on the chair last night was gone. He searched for a long time but couldn't find it, so he had to go out in his pajamas.

Song Changsi got up early, dressed neatly, even combed his hair neatly, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and looking at his phone.

Hearing Yin Yan's approaching footsteps, Song Changsi raised his head and got up while putting away his phone: "Have you washed?"

Yin Yan hummed.

"I made porridge, let's go over and eat." Song Changsi said, his gaze swept over Yin Yan's head, he paused, and stretched out his hand to smooth out the stupid hair on the top of Yin Yan's head.

Yin Yan still looked at Song Changsi in bewilderment.

Song Changsi moved his hand down, pinched his face lightly, and said with a smile, "Aren't you awake?"

"I just woke up from sleep..." Yin Yan's cheeks were hot, and he said a little embarrassedly, "It's just that I can't find my clothes and pants."

Song Changsi said, "I'll take it to wash."

"Ah?" Yin Yan's embarrassing expression froze, and he stammered, "It's just the clothes and pants on the chair, the clothes and pants I took a shower yesterday."

Song Changsi nodded: "That's the set, I'll wash it."

"..." Yin Yan was silent and petrified. He wanted to say that the underwear he changed out was still wrapped in his pants, and he planned to take it back for washing today...

However, his panties were also missing.

Shouldn't it be...

Let's wash together, Song Changsi...

Yin Yan didn't dare to think about it deeply, he was afraid that he would be so embarrassed that he would dig a hole right away.

"I went to call you this morning, and I took your underwear away on my own initiative when I saw that you were still sleeping. You don't mind?" Song Changsi said.

Yin Yan squeezed out two words with great difficulty: "...No."

"I dried them after washing, but it's better to hang them to dry, and I can wear them after dinner."

"……it is good."

"Let's go." Song Changsi took his hand, "Go to eat."

Song Changsi made seafood porridge and simmered it over a low fire in the kitchen. He also mixed two cold dishes. It is estimated that Yin Yan's wake-up time may not be known, and he did not stir-fry the dishes.

Yin Yan sat at the dining table and stirred the steaming seafood porridge with a spoon. There were shrimps, carrots, shiitake mushrooms and corn kernels in it, which was rich in ingredients.

He took a bite, and was immediately gasped from the heat.

Song Changsi poured a cup of warm water and put it in front of him: "Eat slowly, the porridge is still very hot."

Yin Yan nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and was about to swallow the porridge in her mouth hurriedly, when a piece of folded tissue suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Then, a hand rested on his chin.

Song Changsi's voice sounded next to his ear: "Spit it out."

Yin Yan was still gasping with her mouth open in a foolish way.

"Spit it out quickly." Song Changsi urged the child softly, "Don't eat overheated food, it will damage the gastric mucosa and even cause esophageal cancer."

Yin Yan was taken aback by the word "cancer", and quickly spit the porridge in his mouth onto a tissue.

Song Changsi quickly wrapped the tissue and threw it into the trash can.

The porridge that Yin Yan spit out soaked the paper towel and touched Song Changsi's fingertips. Song Changsi didn't realize it, took a wet paper towel and wiped his hands, then pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him.

Yin Yan quietly glanced at Song Changsi's hand that picked up the chopsticks.

I saw Song Changsi's fingertips touching one end of the chopsticks. The chopsticks were pure black, which made Song Changsi's fingers turn white again.

Song Changsi is really the whitest omega he has ever seen.

Even the hands are so white.

I don't know if it's Song Chang Sibai or the piece of white jade that his old man received.

Yin Yan thought wildly for a while, and looked at Song Changsi's hand. For some reason, his mouth was a little dry. He picked up the warm water in front of him, raised his head, and drank the full glass of water in one gulp.

The author has something to say: Originally, Yin Yan had to think for a while before agreeing. After thinking about it, they have developed to this point naturally. I think this rhythm is right when I write it down. 233333

Yin Yan is an LSP, how can an LSP resist Song Changsi's all-out temptation?Impossible hahahahaha