traditional marriage abo

The pillow became wet, and Fa'an leaned his head on it, tears kept sliding down from the end of his eyes and seeping into the pillow.

He was wrapped tightly in the quilt, weeping softly, with a sobbing nasal sound coming from his nose.Andre sat next to him, with the rope still wrapped around his hand, and raised his arm to touch his head. Fa'an trembled, shrank subconsciously, and buried half of his face in the quilt.

Andre's hand was empty, but he didn't care, and put his palm down, stroking the top of Fa'an's hair.

Fa'an trembled slightly under his palm.

Andre touched the little fiancée's head for a while and then withdrew his hand. His forearm suddenly tensed, and the muscles attached to it swelled suddenly, showing an explosive sense of strength.Soon, his arms relaxed again, and the admiral got up and got out of bed with the broken rope in several sections.

Fa'an, who showed his eyes and watched him casually break the rope, cried even harder.

Andre picked up his own clothes on the floor and put them on. During the process, he inevitably saw Faan's red sweater that had been torn into shape.His complexion remained unchanged, and after he was fully dressed, he lifted the messy clothes, held them together with the broken long rope, and went downstairs.

After a while, Andre went back upstairs and installed the fireplace he found in the warehouse beside the bed.

When the power was turned on, the round stove warmed up like a small sun, and a bright warm orange glowed from the inside, warming the big bed directly opposite.

Fa'an loosened the tightly wrapped quilt a little, poking his head and neck out pitifully.

His face was full of tears, the corners of his eyes were unbearably red, his eyelids seemed to be swollen from crying, and his eyes had shrunk by a third.The exposed collarbone of the neck is full of marks, the most obvious being the mottled bite marks with dried blood.

Fa'an looked at the stove for a while and shed tears, and the tears were dried by the stove as soon as they flowed out.His skin was tight and uncomfortable from the dried tears, so after crying for a while his voice became quieter and he stopped crying.

Andre had been standing silently by the bed, until then he sat on the edge of the bed.He raised his hand and slowly poked it in Fa'an's line of sight. Fa'an didn't hide, and the hand landed on his cheek.

"It's so pitiful." Andre rubbed his fingertips against the end of his eyes, and smiled softly.

Fa'an wanted to cry again.

"You are too much."

He barely opened his eyes wide, and made a weak accusation at the admiral, "You did it on purpose."

After Fa'an was coaxed by Andre to try "other things", now he has no strength at all.Not to mention overwhelming the admiral to force him, even if the admiral nodded on his own initiative, he wouldn't be able to stand it!

Oh, by the way, the admiral can break the rope, he was cheated from the beginning.

Andre did not immediately refute his accusation, but sat patiently for a while, and when Fa'an regained some strength, he wrapped Fa'an into a long strip with a quilt and hugged him horizontally.

"It's what you want to try." He then said, "I'll take you to take a shower."

"I don't want to take a shower."

Fa'an is so fragile now, "I hate that soap."

"I'll help you wash."

The limp admiral who tossed his little fiancée up and down this time spoke softly and lowered his head to kiss Fa'an's forehead, and carried him into the bathroom together.

Fa'an was put in the bathtub, and Andre hugged the quilt aside and asked him to stand up.The wooden bucket was filled with hot water, and the admiral used a wooden ladle to wet his fiancée little by little. The slippery soap that Fa'an disliked was honestly squeezed into Andre's hands, and he gave Fa'an carefully Lather up.

When taking a bath, some broken skin would hurt, and Fa An stood in the wooden bucket with his head hanging down to drop the golden peas.

After washing, Andre changed the hot water again and let Fa'an take a bath in the bucket. He went out for a while, and when he came back, he picked up Fa'an from the hot water and held him in his arms like a child. , with the other hand holding a large towel to dry him.

Fa'an kept looking at the door unconsciously when he left, and turned his eyes away after Andre came in.He was embraced by the admiral, the bath water wet the other party's neat clothes, Fa'an only moved a little at the beginning, and soon he obediently laid his head on the admiral's chest.

His long blond hair was also wet, and the color appeared a little darker.Andre carried him out of the tub, let his bare feet step on his own, and then wrapped him up again with the quilt.

When packing Fa'an, Andre lifted Fa'an's wet hair with his hands, preventing it from being wrapped in the quilt.Andre picked him up horizontally, stared down at Fa'an's hair and thought for a while, then lifted his legs and walked out of the bathroom.

He added firewood to the fireplace in the hall, and it was burning ragingly.Putting the little fiancee on the edge of the sofa, the hair should be able to dry quickly, and it will be very warm, but Andrei walked to the door of the bathroom, stopped again, paused for a while, turned back, and put Fa'an in the corner of the bathroom to put clothes on a small bench.

"Baby." He took Fa'an's hand that was unconsciously grabbing his clothes from under the quilt, and gently took it off his chest, "Sit here first, huh?"

Fa'an nodded honestly, but subconsciously shook his empty palm.Andre turned around and walked to the tub after he agreed. Not only Fa'an, but he was also sweating all over. The sweat stuck to his skin and he needed to take another bath.

The admiral stood by the barrel and took off his clothes. Fa'an suddenly distanced himself from him, tightened the quilt on his body as if afraid of the cold, and chased him with unease in his eyes.

As if feeling the mood of his little fiancee, Andre didn't move immediately after taking off his clothes.After a while, a strong and strong smell of wine gradually filled the air, mixed with a sense of bitter stimulation. Now the nervous Omega seemed to relax surrounded by this smell, and no longer stared so closely at his Alpha. up.

The sound of water was heard again in the bathroom, and the pheromones faintly emanating from Fa'an's body indicated that the master had been appeased. Andre didn't go to see his fiancée anymore, and took a quick shower.

His speed was very fast, and when he started to wipe the soap, he turned his head inadvertently, and found that the bench that was originally placed in the corner of the bathroom had been pulled closer, and Fa'an was sitting quietly at a distance that would not be splashed by the water. look at him.

The bathroom was filled with hot air, and the temperature was not low. Fa'an's tightly wrapped quilt loosened a little, and he seemed to have finally eased from the previous affair that was too much for him even if he didn't make it to the end. Come to my senses and start to feel slack and heat.

Fa'an's hair was down and scattered outside the quilt.His hands were pulling the two sides of the quilt from the inside, and the exposed neck and a small piece of chest below formed a beautiful triangle.A pair of bare feet swayed slightly on the ground, as if in tune with him, and his fat toes were also moving restlessly.

Meeting Andre's gaze, he leaned forward, his long eyelashes fluttering, and watched the admiral's movement of holding the soap curiously.

"It's strange, Andre." He laughed inexplicably, "Why can you hold it so firmly? When I use it myself, it always falls into the water."

"You can't grab too hard."

Andre looked at him peacefully, and showed his hand holding the soap in Fa'an's direction.

"Like this," he said, wiggling his five fingers clutching the soap.

Fa'an looked over seriously, the quilt was puffed up, and an arm stuck out from inside.

Andre glanced at the palms of his hands spread out in front of him, and smiled.

"I can't give you a try now." He put the soap back, "Didn't you just take a shower? You have to wash your hands again later."

"mean."

Fa'an pouted and drew his hand back.But his head is slightly sideways, showing a soft neck line, and there is a shadow of a smile on his face, which is an obedient and comfortable posture.

Andre also smiled slightly.

After the admiral finished his battle shower, Fa'an was carried out again by the admiral who got dressed.

The fireplace was indeed burning very vigorously, and the entire hall was also warm, with almost no temperature difference from the bathroom.Andre had already reheated hot water on the small stove when he went downstairs to get the heater for the first time, and he came out when Fa'an was taking a bath and put the thawed meat and vegetables into the boiling water together, A few cans of seasoning were opened into the pot - as soon as they came out, they could smell the aroma of cooked food.

Fa'an's stomach growled twice, and Andre's footsteps were going upstairs, so he simply put him on the small sofa near the stove after hearing Andre's footsteps.

"Eat something first." He lifted the lid of the iron pot, and said to Fa'an while stirring the vegetable broth, "Where are the clothes upstairs? I'll go get them."

"Oh, don't bother..."

Fa'an swallowed at the pot for a while, then got out of the quilt shamelessly and ran to the backpack with his buttocks bare.

He held the backpack upside down and shook it vigorously. The zipper of the backpack was opened, and the change of clothes inside fell out in one go.

"Don't think that I only brought that kind of clothes, I also brought a change of clothes!" He raised his chin at the admiral, "Don't think that I only want to be with you on this trip, I'm serious .”

Andre's eyes swept over Fa'an's body full of marks, and nodded slowly.

"understood."

"As long as you know!"

Feeling that he had saved a little face, Fa'an happily put on his clothes and began to put on his cotton trousers.Andre waited until he had both legs in his trouser legs before he took two bowls and filled them with broth.

Because there was no one else in the room, Fa'an ran around wearing only cotton trousers, and retreated into his small sofa.

The admiral sat on a wooden chair opposite him, with a small burning stove between them.The aroma of the food continued to radiate from the pot. Fa'an and Andre each held a bowl in their hands, drinking the hot food mixed by the general.

The food entered the stomach, making the whole body warm up, and the moisture in the room was dried by the burning fireplace. Fa'an picked up the meat in the bowl with a spoon, and his cheeks flushed when he ate it.

"Are you full?" Andre asked.

Faan nodded, and shook again.

"Shouldn't you ask me if it tastes good?"

Andre took a sip of the soup and said calmly, "Because it's not tasty."

"No." Fa'an couldn't help laughing, quickly stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It's delicious!"

"You cook deliciously." Andre simply replied.

Fa'an's heart skipped a beat, he slowed down his chewing, looked at Andre's calm and soft eyes when he lowered his head to drink the soup, and asked suddenly.

"Andre." His voice was quiet, "Why were you so fierce just now?"

"...Are you torturing me on purpose, so that you don't have to do that with me if I have no strength?"

The admiral reacted for a while, and realized that the "just now" refers to when he was on the bed.

"No."

He denied it, "I didn't deliberately torment you."

Fa'an's expression became a little confused, and Andre looked at him, stretched his arms over the stove and hooked the tip of his nose, "Sorry for hurting you, I just couldn't help it."

"It's not a lie to say that you are not good enough now, and I don't want to be with you."

Andre looked straight at his little fiancée, and said obscene words of love honestly and frankly.

"I want to do it with you."

"Wants you to spread your legs and make you cry."

"Want to possess you completely, to make you truly realize who you really are."

He didn't take back his hand, his fingertips lingered on Fa'an's face, seemingly touching the other's skin, and silently outlined Fa'an's eyebrows and eyes.

"It's because I want it too much, so I can't."

Every time the little fiancée came to his door eagerly, the admiral had to experience a struggle with his own desires.In the end, he can always let go of Fa'an at critical moments, reason overcomes desire, and the beast retracts its fangs, giving the young lover more freedom and room for growth.

In the final analysis, he was still afraid that Fa'an, who handed himself over early, would regret it one day.

"Before you get married, it's all your preparation time. Wait until the day when you really want to do this..." Andre put his fingers on Fa'an's forehead and smiled, "You can no longer have any rejection opportunity and reason."

"Baby, don't worry."

Enduring the instinct, the beast pushed away his naive little hunter, and said to him, run.

For the first time, Fa'an clearly saw the forbearance on Andre's face, and the turbulent possessive desire in his eyes that was as dark as the deep sea.At this moment, Fa'an's heart suddenly had an unspeakable throbbing, which was transmitted to his limbs and bones, making his back numb, and even his fingertips trembling slightly.

—Andre really loves me.

he blushed thinking.