The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

Outline.

Song Zian took the flowers in a daze.

"Do you like it?" Chi Yuanmian asked.

"Yeah." Song Zian looked up at him, his eyes were bright.

He also...never received a tweed.

Chi Yuanmian seemed to smile, and whispered in his ear, "I like it too, especially the fragrance."

fragrance?

Song Zian shook his head for a moment, and just realized that the scent of this flower was somewhat familiar, so he lowered his head and took a light sniff.

It's... the smell of his pheromones.

He lowered his head, his earlobe unconsciously stained a little red.

……

"Is it cold?" Chi Yuanmian held the hand of the person beside him, startled in his heart, only felt that the temperature of the phone was refreshingly cold.

Song Zian shrank his neck and shook his head stubbornly, "It's not cold."

Before he finished speaking, he felt warmth on his shoulders, and when he raised his head, he realized that Chi Yuanmian had taken off his coat and put it behind him.

After Chi Yuanmian took off his coat, he wore a solid-color sweater underneath, Song Zian was afraid that he would be cold, so naturally he refused.

But it was inconvenient for him to take off the flower while he was holding it. Just as he was about to speak, his mouth was gently pressed against by a slender finger.

As if feeling Song Zian's reluctance, Chi Yuanmian said, "As I said, our alphas are more resistant to freezing."

Song Zian's resistance was fruitless, so he could only accept the reality, but he regretted that he dressed so coolly in the morning just to look good.

He was blaming himself, but his cold hand was wrapped in a big warm palm, and the gap between his fingers was fully clasped by the forced fingers.

A steady stream of heat spread from the place where the skin of the two of them touched to the whole body, as if the whole body was warmed up.

Song Zian's lips curled into a smile, and he held that warm hand tightly.

The winter wind was naturally cold, but he felt that the whole world seemed to be trapped in spring.

"I... I'm home." Song Zian glanced at the door of the house not far away, and then at Chi Yuanmian next to him.

"En." Chi Yuanmian replied, but kept staring at him.

Song Zian was holding the flower in his right hand, and someone was still holding his left hand, but that person didn't seem to notice it and didn't respond.

"I should go..." Song Zian whispered.

"Ah."

Song Zian finally couldn't bear it and said, "My hand..."

The people beside him finally responded.

He slowly let go of Song Zian's hand, and said in a low tone: "I won't see you for a long time."

Yes, it will take more than ten days to be separated!

Song Zian felt a little bit sad when he said that.

He comforted softly: "It's okay, I can play video..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a blackness in front of him, and was hugged into his arms by strong arms.

It was extremely comfortable in Alpha's arms, Song Zian's nose was sour, and he didn't want to come out.

The surroundings were so quiet that Song Zian seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

The two just hugged each other silently in the cold night wind.

"I'm leaving..." Song Zian withdrew from his arms and said softly.

"Ah."

Song Zian walked slowly towards the front of the house with flowers in his arms, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly heard Chi Yuanmian calling his name behind him.

"Song Zian!"

He paused, and looked back quickly.

The young man standing under the street lamp was tall and straight, looking at him steadfastly.The light yellow light fell on him, as if enclosing him in a circle of light.

Chi Yuanmian looked at him, and slowly said: "Champagne roses mean that I only love you, this is what I want to say to you."

I only love you...

Song Zi'an's mind was blank, he stared blankly at the young man standing a few steps away under the street lamp, his heart was full of sour and sweet emotions.

The champagne roses in her arms are delicate and beautiful, exuding a fresh and elegant aroma.

A thought suddenly came to his mind, and the next second he ran towards Chi Yuanmian with Hua in his arms.

Chi Yuanmian didn't seem to expect such a move from him, but subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch him.

Song Zi'an rushed over, threw himself into his arms, put his hands on Chi Yuanmian's neck and pressed down, pressed his lips against his cheek and kissed him.

"I will miss you." He looked at Chi Yuanmian and said, the tips of his ears were still slightly red.

After finishing speaking, he turned around quickly and ran towards home.

Chi Yuanmian looked at someone who rushed over to kiss him, and then ran faster than a rabbit after kissing him, finally a smile appeared on his lips, and even raised his eyebrows and eyes.

He suddenly felt a little... reluctant to leave.

Song Zi'an was awakened in a daze early in the morning by the ringing of his mobile phone.

With his eyes closed, he groped under the pillow and found the phone after a long time.

The remaining drowsiness suddenly woke up when he saw the caller ID.

"Hello..." He pressed the answer button, his voice was still a little hoarse after waking up, "Why did you call me so early?"

"You... just woke up?" Chi Yuanmian asked hesitantly, "Did I disturb you?"

Song Zian scratched his messy sleeping hair, and said softly, "No, I just woke up too..."

There seemed to be a very light laughter from the receiver, followed by the boy's nice voice: "I'm about to get on the plane, so I'll call you in advance."

"So fast?"

There was a slight hum over there.

"You called me specifically to talk about this?" Song Zian asked.

Chi Yuanmian paused, "The signal cannot be turned on on the plane, and I won't arrive until late in the evening. I'm afraid you won't be able to find me if you look for me later."

After listening to his explanation, Song Zian's heart warmed slightly, and he said in a low voice, I understand.

"What's more..." Chi Yuanmian paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "When I'm not around, don't go out alone with other alphas."

Just like the alpha from the other class who asked him to go to the planetarium today.

Song Zian was amused by his words, and joked: "What's the matter? Are you still jealous?"

To his surprise, the other party actually agreed.

"Well, I will." Chi Yuanmian's tone was extremely serious, "Maybe I'll be so jealous that I will fly back to you directly."

Song Zian's ears turned red again.

"Don't worry, I won't go out with others." He whispered.

He rejected Xi Rui's invitation that night.Originally, I wanted to refuse, but it was hard to say it in front of so many people.

Song Zi'an suddenly remembered something, and quickly asked, "You went abroad, what about the Mian Mian Bing? Did you take it with you?"

"Did you just think of your son now?" The other party smiled lazily.

"Don't worry, there is an aunt at home, she will take good care of it." Chi Yuanmian said.

In fact, he thought about returning the kitten to Song Zian, but as soon as he thought of the kitten always crawling to Song Zian's bed to sleep in the middle of the night, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, so it's better not to send it there yet.

Song Zian, who didn't know what kind of wishful thinking someone had in mind, was relieved.

His son has been away for so many days, and to be honest, he really misses it.

But maybe we have to wait for Chi Yuanmian to come back to see him.

After hanging up the phone, he fell on his back on the bed again, all he could think about was the scenes when he was with Chi Yuanmian.

So before they knew it, they had so many memories...

His eyes flicked to see the flowers on the corner of the table.

He picked out champagne roses one by one and put them in a transparent glass bottle. They bloomed wantonly, and the fragrance of flowers permeated the whole room.

Champagne and champagne roses.

Chi Yuanmian and him.

I only love you.

The morning sunlight came in through the cracks in the curtains, casting a layer of light on the boy's smiling brows and eyes.

37. Dumplings

It wasn't until New Year's Eve that Pingcheng City finally had its first snow this year.

The whole city is shrouded in the festivities of the Chinese New Year. As soon as you open the window, you can see red lanterns everywhere outside.

Song Zi'an rolled up his sleeves and sat with Yang Yun to make dumplings, but his skills were unfamiliar and he could always make the filling stick out from the dumpling skin.

After making a few failed products in a row, he simply pinched the dumpling skin and kneaded it to make a bun that didn't look like a dumpling.

Yang Yun next to him glanced at him inadvertently, and said with a chuckle: "Son, what is your bag? Such a strange shape?"

Song Zian curled his lips helplessly, "My hands are so clumsy, I can't wrap them well no matter what."

Yang Yun wiped his face with flour-soaked hands, and comforted him: "It's not ugly, it's still edible after cooking."

After finishing speaking, he took a few failed products that Song Zi'an had just completed, and ran to Song Wenyi who was preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, grinning loudly, "Look at the dumplings made by your son, this shape is your Is it hereditary?"

Song Wenyi's doubtful voice also came from the other side, "No way, my first bag was not so ugly..."

"Uh..." Song Zi'an, who was mercilessly ridiculed by his own parents, silently put down the dumpling wrappers he had just picked up, and decided that it would be more reliable to go back to the room to brush a few sets of three or five papers.

He walked into the room, hesitated for a moment, picked up his mobile phone, and sent Chi Yuanmian the photo of the weirdly shaped dumplings he made earlier.

Song Zian: Is it really ugly? /crying/

They came back almost immediately.

Chi Yuanmian: Did you pack it?

Song Zian lay on the bed, dragged his cheeks and said yes.

Chi Yuanmian: It's pretty good, I think it's pretty.

Although he knew that his compliments were just comforting words, Song Zian couldn't help but curl his lips, after all, he was really comforted.

Chi Yuanmian: Is this Bao's steamed stuffed bun?Or Hanamaki?

"Uh..." He retracted his previous words.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and the screen showed that Chi Yuanmian was requesting to talk to him.

Song Zian subconsciously opened it, and a picture appeared on the screen immediately.