put away your canines

Vera was right, the little guy had a lot of integrity.He was trying to forbear, to come to terms with his facial muscles.

—Look at his hands, what secret is hidden under the quilt?Wei Chen put his finger bones under his nose and laughed.Did he think he could hide from his own eyes?

Small poor.

His gray eyes fled in all directions, but there was no way to retreat, only to maintain a calm and restrained gaze.Like the surface of a glass ball, dull and dull, it is the abyss of the inner world.With such pupils, Wei Chen couldn't find the focus.

He has seen many people and cracked countless emotional codes. In front of him, people are no different from chickens that have just hatched.

This kid is no exception.

Thinking of this, Wei Chen raised his left hand, and rubbed his little finger against the other's cheek intentionally or unintentionally—this was a temptation and a blatant seduction.

He felt a dry warmth.The stalled blood flow, the rushing heat of the heart is eagerly responding to those who touch it.obviously.Wei Chen snorted amusedly, this kid was ready to bite the hook.

Yue Chuan did not expect that Wei Chen would take the initiative to approach him, so that he missed the good opportunity to escape.

The lingering Omega pheromone seemed to be keeping him away and calming his fear.But it is like a beautiful sea monster, its sharp claws and singing voice can tear itself apart at any time.He quickly tilted his shoulders to avoid further contact.

Suddenly, the temperature of the fingers slipped away from the cheeks.Yue Chuan couldn't help raising his eyes, wanting to get the answer from the other party's cloudy eyes.Why did he do this, and why...so suddenly withdraw?

Wei Chen turned a blind eye to this.He picked up the medical record book from the bedside naturally, flipped through it casually, as if the teasing just now was just an illusion of the heart.When he picked up a page of paper with his fingers, he took a glance out of the corner of his eye, and saw Yue Chuan lowered his head, twirling the corner of the quilt with his fingers uneasily.

—Look at this poor little boy, what is he thinking?

It's nothing more than shame, panic, and a lack of confidence in what you're pretending to be.

easy to understand.

He took out the silver pen that was stored close to him, bit the cap of the pen, and turned the shaft clockwise once.The chiseled edge of the nib poked lightly across the paper.Amid the increasingly hot breathing, Wei Chen loosened his tie, and pulled the curtain behind him with a "shua".

"Well," he said, "no one will bother us now."

Some things can't all be blamed on age.

First came the pheromone, it felt like a trip when it came to the nasal cavity, and the fragrance almost overflowed from Koshikawa's throat.

Then there is the thought of derailment.

Yue Chuan didn't want to admit it.As soon as he saw Wei Chen, he couldn't help but speculate about the tattoo on his back, his wonderful figure, and the two missing rings on his chest.

This vigorous young man was really curious about what style that thing was.

Is he still wearing it now?

In the end, Yue Chuan couldn't stand the man's gaze. He wanted to open the bibliography, but felt that it would be impolite to avoid it halfway.

"Mr. Wei, thank you."

"Why thank me."

"You came to see me." He tried not to sound so flustered, "Thank you."

"On my territory, someone was injured that shouldn't have been done." Wei Chen looked at him calmly as always, "He's still a candidate for the championship. Of course I'm going to visit him."

"Ah."

Wei Chen looked at him with nothing to say, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was laughing.

"I'm here for fairness. Tell me, what happened from the time you caught up with our champion to when you were carried into the infirmary."

Before being stumped by this strange question, Yue Chuan always felt that he knew the answer.He couldn't believe that a man who seemed to want to control everything could miss the truth of the matter.But he couldn't figure out Wei Chen's intention to induce a confession.

"Just a small injury."

"I don't need such an answer. All I want is honesty." Wei Chen came to Yue Chuan's suspended leg, bent his fingers, and flicked the splint, "It's like the doctors here won't tell you exactly because he won't be honest with you. Do you know why?"

Yue Chuan looked at him: "He listens to you."

"Yes." Wei Chen readily admitted, "The name of your disease and the specific treatment method are decided by me."

Yue Chuan put the book aside: "This is against the regulations."

"Before you make an evaluation, it's best to confirm who holds the right to speak."

"It's you, Mr. Wei."

"Yes, this means one thing. If I want to amputate your leg, the operation can start tonight." He gestured with his index finger and thumb, "I can't guarantee how big the area is, but at least, it must be enough to remove your leg." calf bones."

"...But, it's no good for you."

"Of course. But sometimes I ignore the losses on the books. Because it all depends on your attitude in answering questions." Wei Chen didn't talk nonsense, and the pen rustled a line on the paper, "Okay. Back to business. "

Yue Chuan was still hesitating about the answer that pleased Wei Chen.He didn't need to come to find himself in person, the number of witnesses in the activity class couldn't even be counted with two hands.But he chose not to say a word about the testimony of others.

Only one circumstance can explain the current situation.Perhaps, this man did not come to learn the truth.

"I fell." Yue Chuan could only try to simplify his sentence until he understood his intention.

"...It's obvious." Wei Chen's tone became cold.He closed the pen cap and put it on the table together with the torn paper, "Are you covering someone?"

"No." The respondent was very calm.

"Okay, boring guy. You don't look like talking to me."

"No." Yue Chuan shook his head and wanted to defend himself. Seeing that Wei Chenxin had withdrawn his interest in talking to him, he almost sat up and argued, "I..."

"——If you can still retell the story, write it on that piece of paper." Wei Chen interrupted him indifferently, and pushed aside the curtain with one hand, "Then hand it over to the dean's room."

Before stepping out of the divided shadow, Wei Chen seemed to remember something, stared back at the figure on the bed, and asked a question suddenly.

"Do you know who I'm going to have for dinner tonight?"

Koshikawa couldn't react.

"what?"

The curtain was closed, and he hesitated for a moment so that he could not keep the thick shadow under the man's eyelashes.The amber eyes gradually faded into the darkness, with a smile and a sneer.

"... the winner of the contest."

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of books falling heavily to the ground.

When Ikeno came to the infirmary with the dinner plate, Koshikawa found that there was only half a steamed bun left on the plate.

"I'm sorry, Ayue." Chi Ye didn't dare to look up at him, "Because I exercised a lot today, everyone is very hungry. I'm worried about Jin's situation, so I gave them your share..."

"It's okay." Yue Chuan took the steamed bun and took a bite.

Seeing that his reaction was flat, Chi Ye hurriedly said, "Do you need me to stay with you?"

"No need." He picked up the crumbs on the quilt, as if asking casually, "Where is Ren?"

The other party was stunned: "A Yue, why do you ask this?"

"Want to know," he said.

Ikeno frowned uncomfortably: "After the activity class ended, he was called away by the teacher. He didn't come back after dinner."

"Yeah." His expression didn't change.

"A Yue." As a wounded man, his reaction still made people feel a little uneasy, "Is there anything else you want?"

"No."

"Then I'll go first?"

Yue Chuan nodded, but he didn't watch the whole process from retreating to leaving.After seeing off the last visitor tonight, the hand hidden under the quilt no longer touched the cap of the pen.He turned his head, spit out the plate of steamed buns in his mouth, straightened his upper body, and used the expensive pen to slowly cut the traction rope that fixed the injured leg.

***

Ryan was nervous.

Not only because he wanted to meet with the actual person in charge of the orphanage, but also because he had a guilty conscience regarding the matter of crossing the river.

Even though he was sitting on a standard palace-style meal and observing this sumptuous Western-style dinner, the white boy couldn't get away from his emotions.He occasionally glanced at Wei Chen, the presence of this man prevented him from uttering harsh words.

In terms of appearance, temperament, dress and conversation, he couldn't find a single thing to be picky about.His gaze was firmly drawn to his face.

Of course, it was a meal, but in fact the two were far apart.

He didn't dare to take the initiative to close the distance with the chief seat, nor did he have the guts to lose his composure in front of Wei Chen.But the tantalizing smell of the trout still got into the tip of his nose, and the boy couldn't help but gobble it up.

"Ren." A very sexy British accent, as if using the roof of the palate and the tip of the tongue to make a short and long sound.

"Is there something wrong?" The boy whose name was called froze, and quickly wiped his fingers—he recalled what he had said before he came.

White boys thought they were clever enough to blame the victims.His statement convinced Jacob, and apparently also Wei Chen, and convinced them of his innocence.

"Your performance is very good. I like honesty, but what I value more is loyalty." Wei Chen put down the knife and fork, folded his fingers under his chin, and gave a charming smile, "I'm thinking about what kind of gift I want to give you." reward."

"Thank you for the compliment." This was the first time Ryan used "thank you", and his palms were sweating, "I will continue to work hard..."

"Maybe I'll consider keeping you with me."

"what?"

The boy looked up in surprise and joy.

"But there is one condition."

Wei Chen smiled intriguingly.

The hand that was cutting the steak had to stop shaking.Ryan tried to put the food in his mouth several times, but failed: "Say it."

Like a carefully camouflaged chameleon, Wei Chen's ten fingers overlapped under his chin, supporting his head that was slightly tilted to the right.He blinked his eyes and stared at his prey hypocritically.

The lips that had called to him with a British accent were slightly parted.

He says--

When I walked back from the dining room, it was already late at night, and there was no light in the corridor.Ren touched his still hot cheek with the palm of his hand.

He couldn't believe who he was talking to just now-he had never seen such an elegant and easy-going man, more elegant than the old-fashioned nobles of high society.

It's a pity that they are of colored ethnicity.

If this man had paid the blood tax, Rennes might consider being the first to accept him.

But that's all for later, he had a full meal today, and there is nothing more gratifying than that.What's more, before Wei Chen left, he told him that if the military training is over, he can keep the first place.As a loyal and powerful vassal, he will get a sumptuous dinner every day.

Now, it's time to hold back your excitement to make sure you have enough energy for the next day's training.

Through the aisle, when passing a dark corner, Ren suddenly heard footsteps.Very light, that kind of movement is like a crocodile lurking in a swamp, swimming secretly and quickly, it seems to be just an illusion of eardrums.

Therefore, he failed to realize at the first time that the opponent's target was himself.

Ren couldn't react in time, and only vaguely saw a face that didn't belong to humans—it might be a mask.Before he could scream, the masked man had already dodged behind him and grabbed his blond hair.He yelled in pain, pointed his elbow at the side of the attacker, and exerted force in embarrassment.

But he missed it.

Because in the next second, the left hand that was hooped to the scalp began to exert force.

The muffled sound of bones tightening reached Ren's ears.

The excessive force smashed him deep into the ground, and he felt that his cheek might be scratched by a wood chip.

Before the disfigured victim screamed or called for help, the masked man ruthlessly knelt on his back, firmly resisting the most violent resistance.The right hand wrapped in a sanda-style bandage was raised high, as if holding something.

The answer was quickly revealed.

——Ren felt a sharp pain in his palm.

He looked over in horror.

I saw a pen stuck firmly into his palm, and it was drawn down bit by bit along the crevice of the bone.