please feel my love

Fu Sirong stood in front of the hotel elevator, staring at the advertising screen above his head for a while, until the elevator in front of him made a "ding" sound before looking away.

He walked into the elevator, pressed the "25" button, leaned on the handrail and exhaled irritably.

It was inevitable to be toasted at the dinner table for entertainment, and Fu Sirong became impatient after drinking a few drinks with his partners.

He left the two secretaries there, and went back to the hotel room to rest.

The elevator door in front of him was about to close when a thin white hand suddenly grabbed the elevator door.

The door shook slightly, Fu Sirong pressed the button to open the door, the elevator door opened again, and the person blocking the elevator barged in.

He walked in a hurry, his chest heaving slightly, and there was a person behind him.But when the man saw Fu Sirong standing in the elevator, he backed out without making a sound.

The elevator doors finally closed and went up smoothly.

Fu Sirong stood at the corner of the elevator, sizing up the person who just broke in.

He lowered his head and leaned against the corner of the elevator, without the menace when he came in.

A small mole could be vaguely seen on the bridge of his nose, and his long, smooth black hair was draped over his shoulders like satin, but it did not cover the black restraining collar around his neck.

This is a very beautiful Omega, if there is no disgust on the face that can't be hidden.

Fu Sirong remembered the look in the eyes of the man who followed him just now, and asked with concern and restraint: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." He was a little surprised by Fu Sirong's sudden concern, but he smiled lightly and thanked him politely: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for your concern."

Fu Sirong nodded and did not speak again.He was not surprised that the other party would recognize him, in fact, he had also met this person.

It's just that the other party has no desire to talk now, and has been standing quietly in the corner, maybe because the smell of alcohol in the air is too strong, he turned sideways and coughed a few times in a low voice.

Fu Sirong heard it, restrained his breath, and silently took a step to the side.

The elevator stopped on the 25th floor, Fu Sirong stretched out his hand to block the door, and followed him out after he got out.

Two people live on the same floor, but unfortunately, the rooms happen to be in two opposite directions.

The floor of the hotel was covered with thick carpets, and Fu Sirong's leather shoes made no sound when he stepped on them. The Omega behind him was wearing leather boots with heels, and made a dull sound as he walked on the ground, hitting Fu Sirong's heart.

Fu Sirong heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away from him, and the irritability that had just subsided in his heart reappeared.

He stopped, turned around and called out to the thin figure: "Yan Shanlan."

There was a pause in the dull footsteps, and the person called "Yan Shanlan" turned his head.

Yan Shanlan held the key card in his hand and seemed to be about to open the door. His smooth long black hair was dyed a soft warm golden color by the lamp, and there was a light halo around his body.

He just stood in front of the door, waiting for Fu Sirong to speak.

Fu Sirong rubbed his head which was dazed by alcohol, and asked after a while: "Would you...would you like to sit in my room?"

He felt that the eyes of the person in front of him seemed to be wide open, but it seemed that they didn't.

The corridor was quiet for a while before Fu Sirong heard Yan Shanlan ask: "Why?"

There was no emotion in his voice, he just asked the reason calmly.But for no reason, Fu Sirong felt that he was not happy, just like what he saw in the elevator just now.

Fu Sirong looked at his unreally pretty face, and said honestly: "You don't look very happy."

He guessed it might have something to do with the guy who didn't get in the elevator, but he didn't say.

When Yan Shanlan heard this, he suddenly smiled.

His eyes were slightly raised, and he smiled with a different style.

That smile made Fu Sirong a little distracted.

After Yan Shanlan laughed, looking at Alpha in front of him, he said helplessly, "Mr. Fu, you drank too much."

"I drank too much." Seeing that he was not angry, Fu Sirong took a step forward and asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

If it was just a hint just now, then it is a straightforward statement now.

The air smelled of hotel aromatherapy and a faint smell of wine, which came from Fu Sirong.

Yan Shanlan took a deep breath, put away the room card in his hand, and walked quickly towards Fu Sirong.His steps were brisk, and even the sound of his heels hitting the ground became crisp.

He hooked Fu Sirong, leaned up on tiptoes, and asked, "Mr. Fu, how much will Fu's stock price drop if he has an affair with me?"

The supermodel's soft body was pressed against his chest, and Fu Sirong saw clearly that Yan Shanlan's eyes changed from light gray to darker gray-blue under the dim shadow.

He suddenly felt a little heavy breathing.

"No." Fu Sirong opened the door, hugged Yan Shanlan who was hanging on his body, and leaned over to kiss those transparent eyes.

Fu Sirong sat by the bed, picked up a strand of long black hair scattered on the bed, held it in his hand and twisted it back and forth.

The smell of alcohol in the air had dissipated, Yan Shanlan was still sleeping, curled up quietly on the bed.

He seemed to be afraid of the cold, so he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, only showing half of his face.

The bright red lips are hidden under the quilt, the slightly curled eyelashes cast fine shadows on the bridge of the nose, the soft and smooth long black hair is scattered on the body, and the smell of hotel shampoo can be faintly smelled.

It was a sweet and strong floral fragrance, but it fell very well on Yan Shanlan's body, as if it was his pheromone.

Fu Sirong pulled up the lock of hair and kissed it. Yan Shanlan who was sleeping next to her didn't respond, she was still quiet and obedient.

I don't know how many people have seen Yan Shanlan's sleeping face, but his sleeping appearance is obedient and charming.

Fu Sirong turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by a few degrees, got up and went to wash up.

It took another half an hour before Yan Shanlan woke up.He sat on the bed, the comforter slipping off his shoulders, revealing the bright red bite marks on his collarbone.

The sunlight shone on the bed through the gaps in the curtains, breaking into irregular light blocks.

Fu Sirong sat on the backlit side of the sofa, looking at Yan Shanlan who was still not sober on the bed.

There was a trace of sleepiness and confusion on his face, which Fu Sirong had never seen before, but it made him look a little more angry, no longer the pale picture on the screen poster.

Yan Shanlan yawned lightly, noticed Fu Sirong sitting on the sofa, brushed away the broken hair that blocked his view, "Morning."

"Morning." Fu Sirong answered.

Yan Shanlan was wrapped in a quilt, reaching for the clothes on the low stool.His long hair was loose, and the thin white skin on his waist and back was faintly visible between the hair strands.

When Fu Sirong saw his promotional photos before, he wondered whether such a thin waist would break if he hugged it lightly.

But fortunately, after one night, there was nothing on Yan Shanlan's waist except for a few vague bruises and teeth marks.

Fu Sirong's eyes darkened for a moment.

Yan Shanlan carried the clothes into the bathroom, and when he came out after a while, he was fully dressed, his sleepy hair drooping obediently.

He met Fu Sirong's gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Sirong's eyes fell on Yan Shanlan's collarbone and neck, and his bite marks were left on the glowing white skin.

He bit hard, and the wound was scabbed with blood, which made the beautiful man even more pitiful.

"I was the one who was abrupt last night, and I will take responsibility." Fu Sirong lowered his eyes, with an elusive... guilt feeling in his tone.

Confused, Yan Shanlan touched the position where Fu Sirong's eyes touched, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"This is the first time for Mr. Fu?" He smiled, walked to the table, and said nonchalantly, "Mr. Fu drank too much, but I'm still sober. If you like me, I don't need to talk about being responsible or not."

Yan Shanlan took the post-it note from the hotel, and what was written on it, from Fu Sirong's point of view, seemed to be a string of numbers.

Fu Sirong stared at his pen-holding hand for a while, and asked an unclear question——

"Do you do the same in front of other Alphas?"

This question was very offensive to Omega, but Yan Shanlan just threw the pen in his hand when he heard it.

"What if I say yes?" He tore off the sticky note, tilted his head and asked, "Will Mr. Fu be angry?"

Will you be angry?

Fu Sirong pursed his lips.

He had just spent a wonderful night with this Omega, Alpha's possessiveness was still at work, but Yan Shanlan's innocent and innocent way of tilting his head made him unable to say a word of dissatisfaction.

Yan Shanlan didn't know what Fu Sirong was struggling with. He walked up to Fu Sirong, stuffed the post-it note into Fu Sirong's jacket pocket, then bent down, and placed a light kiss with the fragrance of flowers on the silent Alpha's face.

He said: "The next time you need it, you can contact me again."

Fu Sirong sat on the sofa, maintained his original posture, and was stunned for a while before returning to his senses.

With a white post-it note between his fingers, he touched the place Yan Shanlan had kissed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Yan Shanlan was familiar with coming and going, but he did not forget how tense Yan Shanlan's body was when he first entered.

Almost got scammed.