[ABO Double A] Lost

"I've run out of meeting time for this month, Major General." Rhett slumped on the chair lazily, knocking the cup with a delicate silver spoon.

"Tell me about that day?" Allen ignored him, still upright and elegant.

"I fucked him." Reid raised his eyes and said firmly.

"Did your injury be caused by his resistance?"

"Interesting?" Rhett straightened up, leaned forward with a smile, and there was a bottomless coldness in his black eyes.

"Or was it injured in the fight with Charles?"

Rhett didn't answer, he just picked up the exquisite porcelain cup.During the afternoon tea time, there were some exquisite upper-class ladies in the distance, all omega, beautiful and moving.I am spending the lazy and sweet afternoon with refreshments, with the sweetness of condensed milk and the richness of black tea.

In such a sloppy time, the tea slowly poured down, all flowing on the other party's white shirt.

"You're always making me angry." Alan smiled slightly, ignoring the astonished eyes, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and stood up.

The next moment, Rhett felt a sharp pain in his wrist.He raised his eyebrows, which was a common method used by Allen when he was in the military academy.So he stood up calmly, letting Allen hold his wrist, his right hand drooped limply, obviously dislocated.

"This is the apartment you live in."

Allen looked around and spoke without any doubt in his tone.

"Let me show you something good." Rhett's wrist has been taken back, and now he is moving his wrist.As he spoke, he led Allen into the small bathroom, with yellow stains deposited on the bathroom wall tiles.

Allen frowned and stopped at the door of the bathroom.Reid opened the shower curtain with a smile, and there was a dead mouse at the drain of the bathtub.

He turned around and looked at Allen's unhappy face, becoming more and more proud.It was like a tiny worm, swimming in from the fingertips, crawling into his heart through the blood vessels.When the worm was swimming in the blood vessel, it was uncomfortable.It is also uncomfortable when crawling into the heart.But fortunately, the worm disappeared along with Allen's pale face.

"Okay, Major General." Reid exited the bathroom, the windowless room looked extremely dark, exuding a damp musty smell: "Do you want to ask me anything else?"

Allen was silent and did not speak, the eyes of the man in front of him were still bright, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, with a little air.Like after every fight, with a provocative meaning, knowing that both sides are exhausted, they still have to make such an appearance.

Allen took off his gloves and reached out to touch the glands on the side of the opponent's neck.Reid dodged subconsciously, his neck was fragile and soft, and it was not a good choice to expose his fatal weakness to someone who could easily pinch his own neck.

Allen felt the sudden surge of pheromones from the opponent, with a sense of oppression, and this pheromone with obvious anger would only be produced when two alphas met.He felt that the glands on the side of his neck seemed to be slightly sore, and he instinctively produced pheromones to counteract the other party's pheromones.

When that uncontrollable emotion surged up, Allen quickly lowered his eyes and took the initiative to retreat a little.

Reid raised his eyebrows and smiled, he flipped a black shirt from the closet and threw it at Allen.Apparently Allen's weakness made him feel better: "Put it on, and get out." He said and slumped on the bed: "Of course, if you want to dislike it, you can get out without wearing it."

Allen stared at the black dress in his hand without speaking.Rhett knew that he had a cleanliness freak, but seeing him standing in this cramped and crowded hut was in a particularly good mood for no reason.

He rarely explained kindly: "I promise, this one has been washed."

As he said that, he got up again, leaned close to Alan's hand, lowered his head and sniffed it seriously: "Probably he hasn't worn it, or he only wore it once."

Allen still didn't speak, his blue eyes showed some strange gold in the room.

"Okay, okay, Major General Allen, if you don't want to, just go."

As he was talking, he saw Alan unbutton the button, take off the white shirt, and throw it aside.Apart from a bed, there was no other shelter in the room, and Allen didn't shy away from it. After all, going to that disgusting bathroom to change clothes, it would be better to change clothes quickly under the two eyes locked on him.

"Why are there more injuries?"

Rhett looked at a fresh wound evident on his chest.This is not the first time he has seen Allen's body. In fact, he used to train in a military academy. Regardless of his background, he had to accept the rules of the military academy. He was squeezed into a large dormitory with dozens of people equally, and took a bath in a public bathroom.

And Reid's fighting opponent is often Allen, and only Allen.So it is not uncommon for two people to wash their wounds under the running water.At that time, Allen had deep and shallow injuries on his arm. When he asked occasionally, the other party was silent, so he only thought that he was injured in training elsewhere.

"Do you know what it means to remove a gland?"

"My Duke Sulpes, is there any other way to go now?" Rhett shrugged, watching him button the buttons one by one.

Allen's fingers froze when he spoke.I finally know where the awkwardness that has existed from the beginning today comes from, Duke Sylps.He smiled helplessly, silently buttoned the last button, and buttoned the cuffs in a regular manner, but the winding scar on his left hand still twisted and struggled out, extending to his fingertips.

He somewhat understood the meaning of Rhett's behavior. After all, it was nobles like them who trampled him into the mud.He wanted him to see how ironic his life was, including that dead mouse.

However, he did not expose the other party.

"Maybe." Allen smiled, still gracefully without a trace of crack.

So Rhett's worms came back again, and there were bursts of itching from the fingertips, as if they were slowly gnawing.

In the end, this crowded and dark cage belonged to him alone.

He looked at the other party's impeccable smile, and the blood in his veins seemed to start to take on the breath of that poor neighborhood again, spreading out unreservedly. Under the other party's exquisite face, he looked humble and inferior, with nowhere to hide.