Curve Romance [ABO]

After the game was over, Wen Qingyun completely relaxed, and slept until noon. After waking up, she picked up the head of the bed and prepared to play with her mobile phone for a while before getting up.

As soon as he turned on the phone, Xiang Ye's news popped up.

"Does it still itch? Wake up and pat it for me."

Wen Qingyun was still a little confused, and it took a while to realize what Xiang Ye was talking about.

"What's so good about a mosquito bag?" Wen Qingyun said to himself.

Because Xiang Ye was hot and cold yesterday, Wen Qingyun was still a little unhappy. Even though he knew that he had no right to be unhappy, he still wanted to take revenge on Xiang Ye a little.

Wen Qingyun didn't reply to Xiang Ye. After turning off his phone, he went to Xiang Ye's room and took out the unfinished clothes last time.

The black t-shirt that drool on him that day hadn't had time to wash it, and the estrus period was earlier. He didn't know if Xiang Ye deliberately left that roomful of alpha pheromones to embarrass him.

Wen Qingyun is good at patience and is used to keeping silent about unknown answers.

In order not to waste water, Wen Qingyun threw a few of her own clothes into the washing machine together with Xiang Ye's black t-shirt.

The washing machine was spinning slowly, and only the sound of the machine running could be heard in the hotel suite, which seemed extraordinarily empty.

Wen Qingyun squatted in front of the washing machine, looking at the two people's clothes that kept spinning in the transparent window in the middle.

Intimacy, as if hugging on the sea.

……

Xiang Ye never got in touch with Wen Qingyun, and no one answered his phone calls. He thought something had happened, so he got off the private plane and went straight to the hotel.

"Dilly—"

Opening the door of the hotel room, Wen Qingyun was standing on the balcony in a white shirt, looking at something out of focus, with a sad face.

At this moment, Xiang Ye's heart almost stopped suddenly, thinking of the Valium tablet on Wen Qingyun's bedside...

"Wen Qingyun!"

Xiang Ye put down the insulated box containing the small meatballs, ran over, and rudely dragged him from the balcony back into the house.

"What are you doing standing on the balcony, this is the 25th floor, are you crazy?!"

Xiang Ye was very frightened, thinking that Wen Qingyun was going to commit suicide.He didn't control his tone, and the roar successfully made Wen Qingyun's eyelashes tremble.

Wen Qingyun staggered two steps before standing still after being dragged, looked at the clothes on the balcony that had been washed fancy by herself, and Xiang Ye's black t-shirt was faded, staining the few clothes she brought.

It doesn't matter, when Wen Qingyun put some 84 disinfectant in the laundry, Xiang Ye's black t-shirt faded to gray...

"I accidentally ruined your clothes, I don't know what to do..." Wen Qingyun clasped her hands together and lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake and was scolded.

"Clothes?" Xiang Ye came back to his senses and glanced at the balcony before noticing the pile of colorfully dyed T-shirts.

Xiang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he was worrying about this, he thought...

Only then did Xiang Ye lower his eyes to look at Wen Qingyun, only to realize that the man's eyelashes were wetted by water mist at some point, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Scared by me?" Xiang Ye pressed Wen Qingyun's back neck coldly, forcing him to raise his head and look directly at himself.

Wen Qingyun's eyes dodged, and she shook her head in embarrassment, refusing to admit it.

He was worrying on the balcony, Xiang Ye pushed the door open without warning, dragged himself so roughly, and scolded him.

He also mistakenly thought that Xiang Ye was going to beat him, or maybe it was because he was frightened by debt collectors over the years. Every time he pushed the door and entered, it was someone who came to smash the store.

"Okay, I'll take you to buy new ones in the afternoon, I don't want those anymore." Xiang Ye frowned to pretend to be disgusted, but helped Wen Qingyun wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, and his voice was softer.

Wen Qingyun didn't expect Xiang Ye to let it go so quickly, and said, "No, I'll just buy it myself, and I'll buy a new one for yours to compensate you."

Wen Qingyun got a headache looking at her masterpiece on the balcony, so don't be ashamed...

Just as he was about to lift his foot to the balcony to collect his clothes, Xiang Ye grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit in front of the sofa in the living room.

"On the way to do business, I happened to meet an aunt selling bone broth meatballs. I bought two more. Come and eat with me first. We'll talk about the clothes later."

Wen Qingyun was stunned for two seconds, the insulated box on the coffee table had been opened, and the small meatballs were submerged in the bone broth with a layer of oil floating on them, which looked delicious.

Seeing the little meatball, Wen Qingyun forgot Xiang Ye's hot and cold hatred towards him in a blink of an eye.

"Why are you so lucky." Wen Qingyun turned her head to look at Xiang Ye enviously, and sighed, "Every time I want to eat, I can't find her stall."

When Wen Qingyun took a bite of a small meatball, Xiang Ye secretly watched him beside him.

If eating small meatballs could put Wen Qingyun in such a good mood, he would fly back to Minghai City to buy one for Wen Qingyun every day.

Wen Qingyun found that he had already eaten four or five, but Xiang Ye hadn't eaten a single one. He wiped his mouth embarrassedly, and said, "Don't you like it too, don't you want to eat it?"

"I finished eating and came back, I'm full." Xiang Ye lied without changing his expression.

Wen Qingyun didn't doubt that there was him, and in the middle of it, he forked the small meatballs and handed them to Xiang Ye. He didn't eat them, so he was not polite anymore.

Wen Qingyun was devoting himself to eating, and Xiang Ye's eyes just had time to fall on the mosquito bag on Wen Qingyun's neck. He raised his hand and pressed it, and the swollen bag had disappeared.

"I didn't reply to your message, I'm too bold." Xiang Ye said coldly, with no emotion in his tone.

Wen Qingyun's back stiffened, she didn't dare to speak, and continued to focus on the little meatball.

"The creditor is too kind to you, dare to be disobedient, do you have to punish you once to be good?" Xiang Ye raised his eyebrows, and flicked his finger on Wen Qingyun's neck, leaving a faint red mark.

"No, no." Wen Qingyun moved her butt to the side uneasily.

Seeing Wen Qingyun alienate himself, Xiang Ye was reluctant to scare him.

Xiang Ye leaned sideways on the sofa, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and patted the place beside him.

"Why is the little white-eyed wolf running? Sit over and eat." Xiang Ye ordered.

Wen Qingyun's grievance, Xiang Ye bullied him without moving, can he run away?

For the sake of the little meatball, Wen Qingyun didn't care about the title 'little white-eyed wolf', he sat back next to Xiang Ye, sipping bone broth.

Xiang Ye looked at the red mark on Wen Qingyun's neck, and raised his hand to rub it.

Wen Qingyun was afraid of itches, so he tilted his head to hide for a while, that's it, he saw the abrasion on Xiang Ye's inner forearm from the corner of his eye.

"Xiang Ye, why are you injured here?!" Wen Qingyun's body was faster than his brain, he frowned and grabbed Xiang Ye's wrist, turning his arm over.

The inside was red, the skin was scratched, and blood was oozing.

Xiang Ye was also stunned for a moment, he looked at the scratch on his arm and had no impression at all.

Could it be that he got it when he dragged that scumbag Chen Ming?

"Did you get into a fight with Xiao Linghe?" Wen Qingyun's eyes were full of indistinct anger, and because of his identity, he also hid the timidity that he didn't dare to care about it blatantly.

Xiang Ye's eyes darkened, Xiao Linghe, Wen Qingyun has been talking about Xiao Linghe these days.

He wanted to beat Xiao Linghe hard.

"You mentioned him again." Xiang Ye stared at Wen Qingyun sharply, his tone became dangerous.

Wen Qingyun couldn't see that Xiang Ye was injured, just like three years ago, he got up in a hurry, trying to find the medicine box.

"Where are you going?!"

Seeing that Wen Qingyun was about to leave, Xiang Ye panicked. He got up and followed Wen Qingyun.

"Find you medicine. You promised me yesterday that you would not fight him."

Wen Qingyun's face was flushed with anger, Xiang Ye didn't expect that Wen Qingyun was caring about him, Wen Qingyun turned around to find medicine, Xiang Ye grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face, a fiery kiss fell on On Wen Qingyun's thin lips.

Lingering and lingering, with the oppressive feeling of a top alpha.

Xiang Ye's hand ran through Wen Qingyun's soft hair, he bit Wen Qingyun's lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "You mention Xiao Linghe again, and I will punish you like this one more time."

Wen Qingyun's lips were purple from being sucked, he was dazed by the kiss, and stared blankly at Xiang Ye.

"You can't do this..." Wen Qingyun choked out a sentence for a while.