traditional marriage abo

When Fa'an woke up, the admiral was sitting on the bedside reading a book.

The curtains were not drawn, and the window let in the half-dark night outside.The light in the room was dim, except for a warm-colored desk lamp on the bedside table next to Andre, and the orange light lightly covered the big bed.

The quilt was too warm, and there was another person's body temperature beside him.Faan opened one eye, let it go for a moment, then closed it again.

Andre moved a little away from him in order to sit up and read a book. He rolled towards Andre in a daze, and when he got close, the admiral raised his hand to hold his head, and rubbed it gently.

Under Andre's touch, Fa'an made a comfortable humming sound like a small animal, and his little head unconsciously arched under the other's palm.

Andre smiled very lowly, then he slid his palm down, stroked his eye corners and cheeks gently, rubbed his fingertips against the corners of his lips, and finally bent his knuckles to scratch his chin.

Fa'an hid half of his face under the quilt, and let out a faint and indistinct laugh.

After a while, Fa'an's breathing became even again, and Andre looked at the time displayed on the terminal, got out of bed and reheated the dinner and milk that had been delivered earlier.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when he returned to the bedside again.

Andrea pulled the bedside table out to form a small extended table, put things on it, and leaned over to hug his little fiancée.

He knelt on the side of the bed with one knee, lifted the quilt covering Fa'an's face, revealing his bare and warm upper body, put his hands through Fa'an's armpits, and hugged Fa'an like a baby, and sat on the bed head.

Then he wrapped the little fiancee with the quilt.

Fa'an kept his eyes closed and let him swing, his head that had been dozed off when he was reunited woke up a little bit.Andre put the mouth of the milk bottle close to his mouth, said "Good boy", and he opened his mouth and obediently finished the bottle of hot milk.

After drinking the warm milk, Fa'an chewed the first spoonful of rice when the admiral put the first spoonful of rice into his mouth, and finally woke up completely.

His eyes hadn't been fully opened yet, and the coquettish and complaining words had already come out of his mouth.

"Why do you have to eat rice at night..."

Fa'an swallowed the dry food in his mouth, opened his eyes and looked at Andre who was looking at him.His eyes slowly shifted from Andre's face to the spoon held in the general's hand, and after seeing who was feeding him, Fa'an shuddered and let out an earth-shattering coughing sound!

"...so disgusting?" Andre helplessly held his fiancee halfway, and patted him on the back through a layer of quilt, "Heine doesn't cook the things you want to eat at night, so I'll warm you a cup of milk?"

Ranked first in beauty in the empire, the noble eldest son of the prince, Omega who is so delicate that he only eats semi-solid food at night.

What kind of milk soup, lotus seeds and white fungus glue, all kinds of porridge are also available.

Even the meals in the Omega window specially provided by Hein, which are "colorful, fragrant" and delicious compared to ordinary windows, are not enough for the young fiancee.

"no no!"

Fa'an blushed, but managed to calm down.He quickly pulled out his hands from under the quilt, took the spoon in Andre's hand and began to eat by himself.

Andre looked at him slightly surprised.

Fa'an tried his best to stuff the food into his mouth, and he couldn't help but recall the conversation between Heine and Lilian before——

"Did you know that Heine has an extra Omega class this year?" Lilian asked.

"Really?" Fa'an didn't care too much, "Then Orr should be very happy."

"The point is not that brat, but that your admiral will be in the same campus with these O's for 20 days."

Lilian accentuated the pronunciation on "20 Days" and deliberately teased him, "Is this the first batch of Omega students in the history of Haiyin School? Tell me about you. It turns out that you are barely passable, but now you are facing the group of O20 God, will the general think you are delicate?"

"No way!" Fa'an roared at the time, "Andre will never look at those o's more than once!"

now.

Fa'an swallowed the unpalatable rice with difficulty, raised his hand guiltily and poked a spoonful of vegetables into Andre's mouth.

"I can actually eat rice at night." He emphasized.

Although the general had already finished his more "ordinary" meal before, he still opened his mouth to accept Fa'an's feeding at this time.He didn't quite understand what was going on with his little fiancée's sudden change of habit, but it wasn't a big deal, so he just nodded casually.

However, when he raised his eyes, he met Fa'an's longing gaze.

Andre paused and pondered for a while.

"well done?"

Fa'an, who was praised, instantly released little stars in his eyes.

Andre raised his eyebrows, and somewhat unexpectedly updated the precautions in his mind when getting along with his young fiancee.

It turns out that you have to boast when you eat rice!

The two people whose brain circuits were completely out of line finished the meal together calmly, because a large part of it actually went into the general's stomach, and Andre warmed up a glass of milk for Fa'an after the meal.

Afterwards, the bedside lamp was replaced with a clear and bright headlight, and Andre sat on the bedside reading a book while rubbing Fa'an's stomach with one hand.

Faan put on another of Andre's shirts, still without pants, and lay sprawled on the bed, grunting under Andre's movements.

This is to aid digestion.

"Andre." The little fiancee who was enjoying the admiral's exclusive massage spoke softly, "I have something to tell you, don't be angry."

"Huh?" Andre turned a page of the book.

"You haven't said whether you will be angry."

"Well, I won't be mad."

"Well, I knew one thing before..." Faan cleared his throat, and finished the story about Anglia and the O he hired with a guilty conscience.

After all, he added pitifully, "You said you wouldn't be angry."

Andre looked up from the book, stopped turning the pages, and looked at Fa'an with a half-smile.

In fact, he knew about this matter much earlier than Fa'an imagined. He knew the whole story as early as when he found out about the Aoange family.

At that time, in order to make a good sale and further get rid of the possible suspicion of Anglia's actions, the Onge family also raised the role of Fa'an in it, and expressed their gratitude to the general.

Andre believed in the judgment of his fiancée, and he also understood the character of General Oange. If Anglia was not a child of the Oange family, this matter would not be so easy to settle.

"I have learned to hide things." Andre deliberately lowered his voice, "I have learned badly."

"Alas!"

Fa'an immediately sat up, put Andre's hand back on his stomach, turned over and arched into the arms of the general, and lay on Andre's body.

"I didn't learn to be bad!" He clutched the collar of Andre's pajamas, his eyelashes fluttering, "I just think it's not appropriate to tell you... well, at that time. You know what I think, right wrong?"

Of course Andre knew.

"I don't understand." But he wanted to sing a different tune.

"Don't you trust me?"

Faan was stunned.

"How, how can you say such serious things!" He hurriedly moved closer to his sweetheart, and stared at Andre with wide eyes, "The person I trust the most is you!"

The neckline was twisted and wrinkled by the anxious little fiancee, and Andre finally couldn't help laughing, his black eyes rippling softly.

Fa'an could be considered to understand that the general was teasing himself.

"Hey!" He hit Andre's chest with his head and launched a head hammer attack, "Why are you doing this!"

"I'm scared to death..." Faan grumbled.

When he lowered his head, the healed bite marks on the back of his neck were exposed, in the shape of the tips of Andre's teeth.The admiral, who was always unable to restrain his fiancee's evil factors, was greatly satisfied physically and mentally at this moment. He took away the book, raised his hand to caress the back of Fa'an's neck, and stroked it gently.

Because of his actions, the Omega that got the temporary mark trembled slightly.

It was only at this time that Fa'an suddenly realized that he propped up his upper body.

"You bit me?"

He was immediately distracted and exclaimed in surprise, "You bit me!"

"Yes." Andre was amused by his slow reaction, put his hands on his waist and shook slightly, "I bit you without consent, I'm sorry."

"I agreed!"

Faan said immediately.

He was riding on the strong waist of the general, and swayed to the side following Andre's movements, and he was still caught in the sudden surprise.

"This is the first time I've been bitten..." he said to himself.

Andre raised his eyebrows, "Who else do you want to be bitten by?"

"I want to take a picture!" Fa'an waved his arm!

"..."

Andre served as the cameraman.

Fa'an turned his back to him, and pulled all his hair to one side, completely exposing the back of his neck.

Clear bite marks were branded on the back of his neck, and a pair of sharp canine teeth revealed a fierce and fierce look.

Andre returned the terminal used to take the photo to Fa'an, and the fiancee put the terminal back on her wrist, clicked on the photo, and immediately said "wow".

Fa'an couldn't put it down and zoomed in on the photo, looking at the photo with bright eyes, and then at the admiral.

"You are so cool!"

The steady general suppressed the smile on his lips, and wrote lightly, "It's just a temporary mark."

"A temporary mark!" Fa'an threw himself into Andre's arms, "Hey!"

He's a mature O now!

Breakthrough progress!

Thank you Charming Dark Fragrance!

...Eh, no.

"You said you always liked it." Fa'an put his arms around Andre's neck, "Don't you hate the milk of the cotton beast?"

Andre was keenly aware of what it was at this moment!

"Compared to the scent on your body when you came this time, I think the milk of the Mianmian beast may be better."

The admiral said the words "milk of the cotton beast" sternly, which made Fa'an laugh happily.

"So this is ah!"

Fa'an said, "If you had tagged me earlier, I wouldn't have misunderstood!"

After settling this matter, he kissed Andre on the face, and then Gu Lulu rolled off Andre and lay far away with his back to him.

Fa'an was busy editing and texting the photos to send to relatives and friends, trying to be high-profile in a natural way, showing off in a tactful way, and waved at the general without looking back.

"Hurry up, don't bother me!"