Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Lu Yichao's emotions that had been suppressed for many days broke out completely.

Qi Yanqing was angry, and was resisting him with weak strength, his waist and back were strangled, his body was too weak, and he felt tired after moving a few times.

Lu Yichao hugged him recklessly, and smelled his neck, his shortness of breath caused the brain to lack oxygen, his hands and feet were numb and his body trembled uncontrollably, unable to test the severity.

The scene of Qi Yanqing and Tan Wang being together made his head ache, and he let out a low growl, his black eyes bottomless, sharp and cold.

Immediately afterwards, the brandy pheromone was released, which was choking and strong. The whole room was filled with his pheromone, so strong that it was hard to breathe.

The scent of omega roses was drawn out, Lu Yichao kissed his neck, rubbing his hair with his palms, his voice was hoarse, with a hint of imperceptible grievance.

"Qi Yanqing, didn't you say you like my pheromones the most? Didn't you marry me because of my pheromones? Why don't you like it? Our compatibility is so high, I..."

"... Get out!" Qi Yanqing struggled to squeeze out a word.

Panting heavily, he coughed dryly, pushed Lu Yichao away, and then covered his nose and mouth, "Disgusting!"

He spoke clearly, gritted his teeth, and the hatred was evident in his eyes.

Lu Yizhao stared at him blankly, his hand loosened a lot, and was accidentally pushed away, and stared at Qi Yanqing, mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yanqing's first words were to let him go.

Qi Yanqing swallowed hard, he softened his body and supported the table to look around.

This is where?he is leaving...

Lu Yichao came back to his senses, seeing that he was about to stand up, he quickly picked him up.

"Get out!" Qi Yanqing struggled to jump down, not to let Lu Yichao touch him.

Lu Yichao was kicked a few times, but still held him in his arms, "There's glass, you're not wearing shoes."

He put Qi Yanqing on the sofa, pressed his shoulders to prevent him from getting up, his tone was a little flustered.

"Don't move around, did I hurt you just now? I hugged you too tightly, didn't I?"

Qi Yanqing's face was pale, and he was still covering his nose with his hands, looking at him vigilantly, not letting him approach her.

"...I'll open the window first."

Lu Yichao wrapped him in a quilt, and he sat on the coffee table, facing Qi Yanqing face to face.

There was a mess on the other side of the dining table, and the noodles were touched to the ground at some point, and the soup and glass were all over the ground, flowing all over the floor.

He just lost control.

Lu Yichao twitched at his temples, and when he raised his eyes, he met Qi Yanqing's strange and wary eyes.

"Qi Yanqing, just now, I...don't be afraid of me."

Qi Yanqing sat on the sofa wrapped in a quilt, and there were flower carvings in the quilt, his eyes were still foggy, but he was more vigilant when looking at Lu Yichao.

A lot of brandy pheromones were scattered. They lived on a high floor with the windows wide open, and the cool night breeze poured in.

The curtains were rolled up high, the desk calendar was blown to turn pages one after another, and the crisp sound of paper seemed to be grinding the heart.

Lu Yichao's position blocked most of the wind, he should calm down.

He bent his back slightly, stared at Qi Yanqing with haggard black eyes, and asked dryly, "Is it cold? Still... still smell bad?"

Qi Yanqing resented his approach, frowned and leaned back, hiding half of his face under the quilt, leaving only those blank and sharp eyes.

Lu Yichao couldn't bear to look away, and got up as if fleeing.

"You sit and wait for me, and I'll make noodles for you, it will be ready soon, wait for me."

Qi Yanqing huddled under the quilt, sat cross-legged, and looked at the flower carvings under the quilt.

"Cat cat." He called.

Hua Diao tilted his head, resting his head on his lap, "Meow."

The night in October was very cold, Qi Yanqing wrapped the quilt tightly and rubbed his waist, it hurt so much...

"Meow." Hua Diao yelled again, turning up her belly and rubbing against his lap.

Qi Yanqing tucked his head into the quilt, and touched Huadiao's soft belly with a little light, the hair was also slippery and soft.

Lu Yichao stood in front of the stove in a daze, the pot splashed several times, he put the noodles in cold water, this time the portion was less.

Walking to the coffee table and looking at Qi Yanqing who was wrapped in a hill, he said through the quilt, "Qi Yanqing, eat."

"Meow." Hua Diao called.

Lu Yichao lifted the quilt from the top of his head and let Qi Yanqing expose his head, "Eat first, or you will have a stomachache later."

Qi Yanqing frowned, avoided his hand, and pulled down the quilt to prevent him from touching it.

Lu Yichao moved his mouth, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you just now..."

"I don't eat noodles." Qi Yanqing said suddenly, staring at the dinner with misty eyes, "... I hate noodles."

"Noodles are good for the stomach." Lu Yichao was still insisting, "Didn't you like them very much before? Then I'll make whatever you want, except radishes."

Qi Yanqing was about to speak, but when he heard this, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Eating on an empty stomach hurts your stomach too much. You can't just eat that every day. You're malnourished. Your stomach hurts after you eat it. Forgot?"

Qi Yanqing didn't speak again, and buried his face in the quilt again.

Lu Yichao sat on the coffee table with his long legs propped on both sides, as if he was just holding Qi Yanqing in his arms.

"I'll make radish porridge for you tomorrow, and eat noodles tonight." Lu Yichao said softly, pressing Qi Yanqing's stomach through the quilt, "Is it uncomfortable here?"

Qi Yanqing poked his head out from under the quilt, frowned at him, and was about to curse.

Lu Yichao interrupted him first, put the noodles in front of him, discussed and said: "After you finish eating, I will stay away from you."

After a few seconds of stalemate, Qi Yanqing started to eat slowly with the rice in his hand.

Lu Yichao's expression was complicated, his eyes were red with fatigue, he went to close the window, and then watched Qi Yanqing eat slowly.

He really didn't want to eat, so he stopped after two mouthfuls, and ate a little for half a day, and he couldn't eat anymore.

"You eat." Qi Yanqing pushed the bowl into his hand, "Let's go after eating."

Lu Yichao smiled pale, "Okay."

He ate the noodles in big gulps, and then under Qi Yanqing's vigilant gaze, he patted his head with a smile, "I keep my word."

Qi Yanqing watched him clean up the mess at the dining table, stared at his back for a while, and then went to find her shoes.

After Lu Yichao finished tidying up, he turned around to see Qi Yanqing walking up and down the living room with the cat in his arms, looking down from the window.

"Qi Yanqing!" Lu Yichao's heart skipped a few beats, and hurriedly ran over to hold his wrist tightly, "What are you doing!"

He didn't look here for 5 minutes, and started wandering under the window!

Qi Yanqing was startled, his back slammed against the glass, bent over, and leaned against the window to inhale softly.

"It hurts? Let's see if I hit it..." Lu Yichao took him to the sofa.

Qi Yanqing didn't let him touch her, even pushed and kicked her, but Lu Yichao still lifted her clothes.

Lu Yichao looked at the bruise on his waist in surprise, was this caused by his strangulation just now?

He came over with the medicine box and said guiltily, "Does it hurt? It's my fault."

"It hurts." Qi Yanqing frowned, "Get lost."

Lu Yichao's eyes were hot, and he teased him and said, "Okay, get out immediately."

Qi Yanqing didn't remember anything, and became a blank sheet of paper, which should be easy to deceive, and could be coaxed with a few words.

But he was naturally proud, but he just became like Qi Yanqing again.

Lu Yichao gave him medicine, and gave him another medicine, "Half an hour after the meal, take the medicine, take a bath and go to bed."

As soon as Qi Yanqing frowned, Lu Yichao pressed his brows and smoothed them for him.

Lu Yichao pressed his brows with his warm and dry palm, "I'll get out after you're obedient and take the medicine."

That can.

Qi Yanqing took the medicine.

Lu Yizhao took a few steps away from him, and warned: "Don't get close to the window in the future, it's very dangerous, the window is not stable, you might fall if you lean on it."

Qi Yanqing glanced at him.

Lu Yichao said again: "Look, Hua Diao has lost a lot of weight, you can't leave him anymore, you should feed him well, and I will feed you well, you should all eat well."

Qi Yanqing touched the flower carving, but didn't speak.

"Talk more if your voice is fine." Lu Yichao sat down, "It's okay to scold me, don't just keep talking."

Qi Yanqing seemed to snort, and leaned on the sofa wrapped in a quilt.

Lu Yichao felt something was wrong, he could still smell his own pheromones, it should have blown away the windows that had been open for so long.

He pressed the gland hard a few times, it was a little painful and hot, and the brandy pheromone overflowed.

Worried about letting Qi Yanqing smell it again, he went to the bathroom in the bedroom and injected an inhibitor.

The alpha inhibitor can stop the overflowing pheromone, and at the same time calm himself down, so as not to go crazy and hurt the omega.

After more than half an hour, when the temperature of his glands returned to normal, he went outside again.

Qi Yanqing had already fallen asleep under the effect of the medicine, so he was lying on the sofa with a quilt on his body.

Lu Yichao didn't move him, and after pulling the quilt for him, he sat on the coffee table and watched him.

It may be that his pheromone stimulated Qi Yanqing, so he suddenly came out of the closed state tonight.

He propped his elbows on his knees, leaned down to look at Qi Yanqing, and carefully dragged Hua Diao off his arm, fearing that he would become numb in a while.

Lu Yichao's voice was very low, powerless, and he muttered to himself: "Qi Yanqing, don't be afraid of me..."

Qi Yanqing's eyelids rolled a few times, but he was still lethargic.

In the middle of the night, Lu Yichao went to the balcony to light a cigarette and smoke slowly, then glanced to the side, he always saw Qi Yanqing standing beside him smoking.

Now that he started smoking, Qi Yanqing couldn't do it anymore.

He leaned on the railing and looked down at the [-]-story building. He felt dizzy and palpitations when he looked down.

His arm hangs on the outside of the railing, as if hooked by an invisible sharp claw in the night, dragging him down firmly.

He couldn't even hold Qi Yanqing back, and he was so tall, so he fell from his eyes.

Those things that weighed a thousand catties fell suddenly, and fell down in the night wind, piercing the air sharply and piercingly. He suddenly came back to his senses and found that he was covered in cold sweat. He was obviously just smoking.

Subconsciously looking back at Qi Yanqing, he was relieved to see that he was still sleeping.

He beat his cold forehead, the height made it difficult for him to breathe, but he had no fear of heights before.

Qi Yanqing woke up early the next morning, looking in a good mood, changed his clothes, and looked towards the door from time to time.

Lu Yichao was making fried eggs for him to make a sandwich, and asked with a smile, "What do you always look at the door for?"

"Wait for someone." Qi Yanqing said slowly, "Let's go."