AA mutual teasing notes

The potatoes and squash were still simmering in the pot.

Yan Qi and Ye Yang brought out the cold noodles first, and sat on the sofa in the living room to eat.

Ye Yang pressed the remote control, and the TV screen flickered, and the screen that appeared was the science and technology channel—Yan Zhe usually watched the TV, and he watched this channel every morning and evening to pay attention to the latest scientific research results.

Now it is broadcasting a popular science program that is broadcast every night at [-] o'clock. Yan Qi clearly saw the guests sitting on the sofa on the TV, and ate his chopsticks: "Professor Dai?"

Ye Yang hummed: "It's him."

Baida University Research Institute is a cutting-edge institution in the field of pheromone research. The progress of each project will be tracked and reported on local TV stations. This time, the experiment of drugs in the Alpha susceptible period has come to an end. Professor Dai has also received an invitation from the Science and Technology Channel to invite him Go to the TV station as a guest on the program and share the research results.

Yan Qi listened for a while, then suddenly used the remote control to switch to another station.

When he sees Professor Dai now, he thinks of the firefly experiment.

"What's wrong?" Ye Yang asked.

Yan Qi lowered his head and licked the noodles: "Do you know how my parents mark them?"

Yan Zhe is Beta, Su Yumei is Omega, Ye Yang really can't think of how BO can mark it: "How to do it?"

Yan Qi put the glass bowl away, and took out a highlighter from the bottom drawer: "Use this to draw on the gland."

"It's still possible."

Yan Qi twirled the pen with his fingers and asked him, "Do you want to mark me?"

"Of course I want to." Ye Yang took the pen and sat behind Yan Qi, "What pattern can I draw for you?"

"firefly?"

"..."

Ye Yang looked at him with his head: "Are you still angry with me because of that?"

Yan Qi hummed: "My parents are Beta and Omega, and that doesn't prevent them from getting together."

"I like that you have nothing to do with gender, there's no point in doing stupid things like that."

Ye Yang touched his nose: "Isn't that, you were ignorant when you were young."

Yan Qi turned around and scratched his chin: "In the future, I will have a better memory."

Ye Yang bit his finger lightly: "The pumpkin should be ripe, I'll go and see."

A few days ago I was busy with experiments, Ye Yang rushed over as soon as yesterday was over, and he didn't sleep all night and during the day, he was half full for dinner, and was already too sleepy to hold on.

Seeing Ye Yang's eyelids fighting, Yan Qi offered to do the dishwashing job and asked him to go to sleep for a while.

Just for a while, really.

Today is Chinese Valentine's Day, Ye Yang didn't want to leave a message at night to pray that he would be awake alone.

He took a shower and set the alarm clock before going to bed, but because he was so tired, he didn't hear the alarm clock ringing.

In the end, he was still half dreaming and half awake, feeling something pressing on his waist, trying to turn over but unable to turn over, so he opened his eyes sleepily.

In the warm yellow night light beside the bed, Yan Qi was still wearing the same thin clothes as last night, with his long legs folded on both sides, in a kneeling posture.His own clothes were pushed up, revealing the lines of his chest and abs.

Ye Yang rubbed his eyes, only to see that Yan Qi was biting the cap of the pen in his mouth, holding the pen with his cold white fingers, and was drawing on himself.

"Ah Qi." He couldn't help laughing, "What's your hobby?"

Yan Qi didn't look up, but moved his eyelashes: "You slept so hard, I'm bored."

"Sorry, I'm a little tired today." Ye Yang sat up abruptly.

Yan Qi just drew a stroke, because the sudden movement turned 180 degrees.

He frowned, and before he had an attack, he was hugged by this man and bit his ear.

"...Aren't you tired?"

Ye Yang rubbed against his temple, his voice hoarse and gentle: "Not now."

Both the pen cap and fountain pen rolled to the ground, Gululu spun around several times, and stopped under the bay window.

There was the crackling sound of fireworks rising outside the window.

Many traditional customs are preserved in Qingyan area. Every year on the night of Qixi Festival, fireworks will be set off to celebrate.

Ye Yang hugged Yan Qi to the bay window, which was covered with a blanket, and there was a glass jar of fruit candy in the corner, the kind they loved to eat when they were young.

Yan Qi picked out an orange-flavored one, peeled it off and stuffed it into Ye Yang's mouth.

Fireworks rise and fall, sinking into the depths of the night.

In order not to disturb the rest of the residents, the fireworks were set off until twelve o'clock, and then gradually disappeared.

Yan Qi came out of the bathroom and lay on the bed.

Ye Yang took ointment and massaged his back.

"Ah Qi, does it still hurt this time?"

Yan Qi turned around and knew that Ye Yang was talking about pheromones.

Strange to say, the two Alphas, even if they are lovers, have a long process of getting used to each other's pheromones.

In the post he saw on the ABO forum, the process of pheromone adaptation between Alphas, from the severe pain of extreme rejection, to the painless pain of complete elimination of rejection is the end point.

But the situation between him and Ye Yang seems to be quite special.

I don't know if the intensity of the pheromone is too high, or some other reason, this is only the third time for them, and Yan Qi no longer feels the pain.

Even when the intensity reaches a certain level, the pheromone produces a hedge, like two fountains colliding with each other, gushing and blending, and clusters of tiny fireworks explode in the body.

He and Ye Yang roughly described their feelings: "Has your research institute seen similar situations before?"

"I haven't read the information." Ye Yang said, "Ask Professor Dai another day."

"Um……"

Ye Yang's palms are wide and warm, and the strength of his hands is also just right. Yan Qi is tired from tossing and tossing, and now he is lying down and almost falling asleep.

However, as soon as his eyelids drooped, he was caught on the back of his neck.

"Huh?" Yan Qi turned his head.

Ye Yang bit behind his ear again: "Again?"

"I'm sleepy."

Yan Qi half pushed and half turned back to hug him, and scratched Ye Yangyou's bridge of nose lightly with his fingers: "Don't toss about for too long."

Yan Qi caught a cold.

The main reason is that the whole night of Qixi Festival, the low-temperature air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, and he was not covered with a quilt most of the time.

Yan Qi, who had hardly been sick for more than ten years, became more and more strange after falling in love with someone, and drinking banlangen became a common occurrence.

When he was sick, he had a bad temper. When he saw a certain culprit who promised to "not torment for too long" but broke his promise, he didn't want to say a word to him.

After drinking the medicine that this man made, he retreated into the bed and slept for the whole day.

In the evening, when Su Yumei made soup, Ye Yang brought him a bowl and put it on the bedside table, and took out the cup to wash.

When he came back, seeing Yan Qi still lying motionless under the blanket, Ye Yang was a little worried, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Yan Qi moved and knocked his hand away.

Then the man went to turn on the light again, and found that Yan Qi had already woken up, lying on the pillow with his eyes open expressionlessly, not even giving him a glimpse.

"Ah Qi." Ye Yang raised his hand to shave his face, "Don't be angry."

Yan Qi remained silent and closed his eyes.

Ye Yang had nothing to do with him, so he got up and went out.

A ray of light leaked in as the door opened, and as the door closed, the bedroom fell back into darkness.

Yan Qi opened his eyes in the dark, let go for a while, felt sleepy, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, the clock next to the bed showed 09:30 in the evening.

He was much more energetic now, but he still had no strength, and his stomach was empty and hungry.

Yan Qi got out of bed and went to the living room, saw Yan Zhe and Su Yumei were washing up and getting ready for bed, so she turned her head and went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a package of quick-frozen dumplings.

While waiting for the water to boil, he casually asked, "Where's Ye Yang?"

With a mask on her face, Su Yumei raised her finger and pointed to the guest room.

Yan prayed "Oh".

Su Yumei walked into the kitchen and saw him boiling water to cook dumplings: "Is one bag enough?"

"enough."

"That's all you two eat?"

"I eat it myself."

"Ye Yang didn't even eat dinner, don't you cook for him?"

Yan Qi paused when he lifted the lid of the pot, then continued to put the lid aside, and picked up the dumplings with chopsticks: "He didn't eat anyway."

Su Yumei watched her son hesitate to speak, and finally said lightly: "Don't play so crazy, your father and I went out for Qixi Festival last night, and the two children came back with a cold."

"Ye Yang's symptoms are milder than yours. He said he didn't have much appetite, so he only had a couple bites of dinner before going back to bed."

Hearing what she said, Yan Qi realized that he and Ye Yang were in the same air-conditioned room last night, and the tossing was also a tossing.His physique has caught a cold, how can Ye Yang get better.

After finishing this bag, Yan Qi went to get another bag and put it all in the pot.

Then ask Su Yumei to call Ye Yang for him.

Su Yumei was patting the essence on her face, and paused: "Why don't you go yourself."

Yan prayed for nothing.

"No way." Su Yumei followed from the bathroom, "Are you two children still having a temper tantrum?"

She looked at her expressionless son, and was amused: "Isn't it childish, what about the Cold War?"

"Tell mom, why did he bully you? I'll help you clean him up."

Yan Qi still remained silent.

Alas, it is a child after all.

Su Yumei laughed and knocked on the door of the guest room for him: "Ye Yang, Ah Qi cooked dumplings, you get up and eat some."

Within half a minute, the door of the guest room opened.

Ye Yang came out of the room and saw Yan Qi standing upright in the kitchen, staring at the dumplings in the pot and waiting for them to float.

He walked over, Yan Qi didn't speak, and he didn't speak, opened the cupboard to wash two sets of dishes and spoons,

This kind of silence lasted until Yan Qi took the bowl to go out, but the sole of his foot slipped.

Ye Yang quickly stretched out his arms to catch him, put his hand on Yan Qi's waist and rubbed it naturally: "Does it still hurt?"

He didn't feel that Yan Qi didn't say it, but when he said it, it really seemed like ants were biting on it.Yan Qi didn't move at all, and just leaned against him a little rascally.

Ye Yang took the bowl from his hand and put it on the stove, then bent down and hugged Yan Qi horizontally.

This is after all at home, Su Yumei and Yan Zhe might open the door and come out, Yan Qi opened his eyes slightly, raised his hand and tapped Ye Yang on the shoulder: "What are you doing?"

"Your back hurts, don't move."

Ye Yang kicked open the door and carried him back to the bed.

Then he went to the kitchen and came in with dumplings.

After Yan Qi finished eating, he took out the bowl and ate his own, then cleaned up the kitchen and went back to the guest room to sleep.

Just laying down on the bed, before turning off the lights, the door opened again.

Ye Yang turned around when he heard the movement, saw Yan Qi walking in, and locked the door behind him.

Then bring a pillow and lie down next to him.

Ye Yang stretched out his arms and pulled him into his arms: "Why are you here?"

"sleep."

"Okay." Ye Yang turned off the light, "Good night, Ah Qi."

The bedroom was plunged into darkness.

After a while.

"...Where do you put your hands?"

"Rub it for you, doesn't it hurt (laughs)."