I ran away after picking up a sick baby

In order to keep the skin delicate, the omega in the trading hall has never done heavy work.

Now Alpha's rough soles are vigorously grinding the overwhelmed skin, and the pain is so painful that the clear and delicate eyebrows are all twisted together.

Che felt that he had offended Li Sheng, and lowered his head, apologizing in a humble manner that had been trained countless times: "My lord, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."

May have persistent pain in the shoulder.

When Che endured the trembling of his body, Li Sheng finally withdrew his feet.

While the weight on his shoulders dissipated, Che heard Li Sheng spit out a word impatiently: "Get lost."

Che's shoulders were rubbed red, he glanced at his skin that seemed to be injured, and then slowly looked away.

Seeing Li Sheng drunk on the bed, Che got up and went to the bedside to get a bathrobe and hurriedly put it on, ran to the place where the suitcase was placed, sat down and curled up into a ball.

In the Southern Empire, every omega that walks out of the trading hall will be pampered by its own alpha, and they will successfully conceive children and reproduce high-quality offspring.

The alphas who own the omega in the trading hall will never marry a second partner in this lifetime, because they will never find another omega with such high-quality pheromones.

But Che encountered a problem, not only did Li Sheng not hug him, he even stepped on him...

People in the Northern Empire were vulgar, and Li Sheng was one of them, so the rumors were true.

Che didn't sleep well, and didn't sleep for a while leaning against the suitcase in his arms until the early morning.

But it didn't take long for him to be awakened by the movement from the other side of the bed.

Li Sheng frowned, endured the pain of hangover, and sat up from the bed under the morning light through the window.

He raised his hand and rubbed his sore temples, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a strange... omega-like creature in the corner.

Che met his sharp gaze, and shrank slightly in reflex.

"You..." Li Sheng tried his best to recall what happened last night, and after confirming the other party's identity, he got out of bed and approached Che.

Che noticed the footsteps getting closer and closer to him, let go of the suitcase, kneeled respectfully in front of Li Sheng, and said in a soft voice, "My lord."

"Little thing, why are you shaking?" Li Sheng caught a glimpse of the other party's posture, and squatted down in front of him with interest.

When he was awake, he looked at Che with a half-hearted smile, which could not be said to be playful or sarcastic.

Che couldn't tell the difference, but he only knew that Li Sheng was very unfriendly.

"Did I bully you last night?" Li Sheng raised his hand to caress Shang Che's face, his voice rose, "Huh?"

Che's face was lifted by his slightly cold fingertips, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes that he didn't know what Li Sheng was going to do, but his face was still obedient and quiet: "No."

Li Sheng ignored his words, stretched out his hand and pulled Che into his arms, tore off his loose bathrobe, exposed his ravaged shoulders, and observed carefully: "Baby, I drank too much and didn't pay attention to proportion. You are a little bit broken here. Pi, does it still hurt?"

Che was caught off guard and bumped into his chest, and his breath was filled with the smell of alcohol that had not dissipated from alpha. It was red wine, but there were some indescribable differences.

It was clear and mellow, and after smelling it a lot, Che felt an extremely comfortable sense of security that his whole body was wrapped in soft cotton.

This feels weird.

It was so weird that Che's cheeks blushed uncontrollably, as if he was drunk from head to toe, so his toes, which were curled up so nervously, stretched out comfortably, and they were pink and tenderly hidden under the socks.

It took Che a long time to realize that it was not the smell of alcohol that had not dissipated, but Li Sheng's pheromone.

A pheromone that matches him extremely well.

It was so high that it could instantly dispel all of Che's anxiety and replace it with joy and dependence.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Che shook his head, raised his hand and tightened his grip on Li Sheng's clothes.

"If it doesn't hurt, you don't need to apply medicine." Li Sheng said, trying to get Che off him.

Che noticed his actions, and quickly stretched out his hand to hook Li Sheng's neck: "My lord, it hurts!"

This act of intimacy came unexpectedly.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, Che met Li Sheng's gaze, and there was no shame in his eyes.

He should really take the initiative, after all, that's what the trainers taught him.

The corner of Li Sheng's mouth curled up into an inexplicable smile.

He took advantage of the situation and picked Che up, and while leading people downstairs, he said: "From now on, you will live in this bedroom, and I will give you the key to the door. If anyone asks, just say that you are already mine."

"I will keep the Lord's words in mind." Che nodded and agreed. He opened his watery eyes and focused on the handsome and dangerous man in front of him. "Are you going to take me to apply medicine now?"

"Ah."

"Thank you, Lord." Che thanked with a smile, his dark eyes bent into beautiful little moons.

Li Sheng met his smiling face, and inexplicably, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more normal.

Holding Che passing by the servants, Li Sheng and him came to the living room downstairs, and told the servants: "Bring the medicine box."

The servants were surprised to see their master, who never liked omega, holding the inferior tribute sent by the Southern Empire, and he was stunned for a moment before responding: "Yes."

Leaning in Li Sheng's broad arms, Che pulled on his bathrobe, covering his already tightly covered body again.

"What gloves are you wearing?" Li Sheng hugged Che and sat down on the sofa. After noticing Che's hand, his tone was faintly displeased.

"The rules of the trading hall, the skin other than the face can only be shown to you alone." Che replied with his eyes downcast, the concept that has been engraved in the bone marrow, and when he said it, he would not feel embarrassed.

"Oh?" Li Sheng hooked a smile, his expression couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.

The servant put the medicine box on the table and asked, "Master, do you need my help?"

"Everyone go down." Li Sheng ordered.

Hearing this, the servants guarding the living room saluted Li Sheng, took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Only Li Sheng and Che were left in the living room.

Li Sheng stretched out his hand and tore off Che's bathrobe, revealing his not-so-broad shoulders: "Honey, why are you so petite?"

Che first looked around to make sure that there was no one around, then let go of his fear of being seen by others, and asked, "Do you not like my body?"

Facing Shang Che's eyes as pure as a Wang Qingquan, Li Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why should I like your body?"

Che, who got the answer, seemed to have been touched to the bottom line, and his lost emotions were out of control.

He shook his head lightly, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "It's because I didn't do well enough."

He blamed himself for being afraid of pain when practicing dancing, and his waist was not extremely soft, so he couldn't attract Li Sheng's attention.

Is it not enough time to take care of the skin? The skin is not so good that his alpha can't put it down, so Li Sheng doesn't touch him...

"You didn't do anything, how do I know if it's good or not." Li Sheng opened the medicine box, took out the ointment, dipped some ointment with his fingertips, and applied it on Che's shoulders.

The ointment was snow-white with a fine texture, and compared with the skin on the shoulders that was as white as nephrite jade, it seemed to pale in color.

"I can do many things for the Lord," Che said.

I don't know if Li Sheng listened to Che's words. He didn't respond to Che, but changed the subject: "From now on, I don't need to wear gloves at home. In summer, I tend to sweat easily. I don't like small things with peculiar smell."

When Che heard this, his eyes widened in shock, and he grabbed Li Sheng's sleeve nervously: "But my lord, there are many other people in the family."

"I didn't let you run naked." Li Sheng played with his taste.

In the Northern Empire, gloves were only worn by slaves who needed to work.Keeping a gloved omega by his side will only lower Li Sheng's status.

"When I take off my gloves, I will wipe my hands clean so as not to stain your body, can you..."

"I can't." Li Sheng took care of the scratches for him, threw the ointment into the medicine box, and interrupted Che's words.

But letting Che bare his hands in front of other people is essentially the same as letting him run naked.

Under such an insult, Che's body trembled a little.

He climbed down from Li Sheng, stood some distance away from Li Sheng, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Li Sheng's gaze did not move away from him, and his diamond lips curled up in a frivolous arc.