After a few people finished eating, they left first. Qiu Zhenyang and Ling Mu were left to clean up the store briefly, and left the rest to the cleaning robot.
On the way back after closing the store, Qiu Zhenyang said to Ling Mu: "Let's unify the opening hours of the store in the future. We will open the store at 11 a.m., rest after 1 p.m., then open the store at 7 p.m., and close at 9 p.m. This way, there will be no time for school. It will be delayed, and you can still pick up Ling Dang in the evening, so time won’t be tight.”
Ling Mu looked at him with some confusion: "Are you wasting too much time like this?"
Qiu Zhenyang raised his eyebrows: "I open a store just... as a hobby. I want to train myself."
Ling Mu rolled his eyes. Sure enough, young masters from rich families are annoying!
When the two returned to the dormitory, Ling Dang was sitting on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV. When he saw Qiu Zhenyang, his eyes lit up: "Grilled fish! Grilled fish!"
Qiu Zhenyang waved his hand: "I know, I know, put the snacks away quickly, be careful that you won't be able to eat them when they are ready!"
Ling Dang was picked up by Ling Mu and stood on the ground, pouting and saying: "I can definitely eat it, hum!"
After clearing away the snack crumbs on the sofa and the floor, Ling Mu patted Ling Dang's head: "Did you watch TV all afternoon and finish your homework?"
Ling Dang, who had been so arrogant just now, suddenly withered, and walked upstairs with his mouth flat: "Well, I have written a little bit, I will write a little more. Call me brother when you are eating later!"
"knew."
Helplessly watching Ling Dang go upstairs, Ling Mu lay down on the sofa to rest, his eyes involuntarily looking at Qiu Zhenyang who was busy in the kitchen. The soft sofa is too comfortable, the tired limbs gradually relax, and the eyelids gradually droop...
I don't know how long it took, but Ling Mu felt light all over, as if he was moving.
He frowned slightly and squinted his eyes open, what he saw was the delicate chin and the high tip of the nose.
"Are you awake?" Qiu Zhenyang lowered his voice, giving Ling Mu the illusion of being coaxed.
Probably because he was too sleepy and his reaction was a little slow, Ling Mu blinked his eyes but did not respond. Qiu Zhenyang looked at the well-behaved person in his arms and felt very itchy. He walked as quickly as possible to his room while maintaining stability, and gently placed the person on his bed.
After helping Ling Mu take off his shoes and pants, Qiu Zhenyang adjusted the temperature in the room to a suitable temperature, and then covered Ling Mu's belly with a blanket.
"Ling Dang is doing his homework. You go to sleep in my room for a while. When the meal is ready, I will come up and call you." Qiu Zhenyang leaned down and kissed Ling Mu's forehead while he was confused, with a gentle smile on his lips.
He had just cut vegetables and looked back at the living room, where he saw Ling Mu sleeping. Because he was worried that he would catch a cold just sleeping in the air-conditioned living room, Qiu Zhenyang simply took him to his room to sleep.
After a busy day today, he was really tired. Ling Mu couldn't hold on for a few seconds and his eyelids drooped again. He turned around and lay on his side, curled up a little with the blanket, and even snored for a while.
Qiu Zhenyang felt cute but couldn't help but feel distressed. He simply knelt beside the bed and stared at Ling Mu's sleeping face for a long time. After almost ten minutes, he slowly closed the door and went downstairs to cook.
If it weren't for the fear that Ling Mu would be hungry later, he would have been able to see Xiao Mumu wake up!
After Qiu Zhenyang left, the room became even quieter, leaving only the sound of Ling Mu's long breathing.
I don't know how long it took, but the room that was originally filled with Qiu Zhenyang's pheromones was suddenly filled with the fragrance of flowers.
The floral fragrance gradually filled the whole room from light to strong, blending with the smell of sunshine.
The person on the bed also began to twist unbearably, with increasing amplitude, and slowly rubbed against the quilt.
When the floral fragrance in the room was about to reach a critical point, Ling Mu opened his eyes and looked around with difficulty.
This is not his bedroom.
The familiar smell of pheromones flowed into his nose from the thin sheets and blanket, reminding Ling Mu that this room belonged to Qiu Zhenyang.
"Well..." The temperature on his body was getting higher and higher. Ling Mu wanted to kick the blanket off, but the pheromones remaining on it made him unable to let go. He even hungrily brought the blanket to his nose and sniffed it. .
Ling Mu didn't expect that just by lying on Qiu Zhenyang's bed and sleeping for a while, he would already be in heat...
"Qiu Zhenyang... Yang." Ling Mu murmured, but his voice was very low. Let alone Qiu Zhenyang downstairs, I am afraid that even if there is someone in this bedroom, he may not be able to hear it.
He didn't have the strength to shout anymore, so he could only turn over and bury his face on the sheets. Qiu Zhenyang's pheromones were all over his body, which made him almost crazy with fascination...
This person, why does this person's pheromones smell so good
Ling Mu knew that he should go back to the room to get the inhibitor and give himself two injections. But the temptation of this room filled with Qiu Zhenyang's life was too great. Ling Mu's body couldn't overcome his reason at all, and he just wanted to stay in this room for a longer time.
By the time Qiu Zhenyang came out of the kitchen downstairs with a dinner plate, Ling Mu's pheromones had already passed through the room and reached the living room.
"Ling Mu!"
Upon smelling the smell, Qiu Zhenyang immediately put down his plate, took three steps at a time and walked upstairs, and after entering the room, he quickly locked the door.
"Are you okay?" Seeing Ling Mu twisting on the bed, Qiu Zhenyang hurried over to hold him in his arms and wiped the thin sweat from Ling Mu's forehead. He didn't expect that Ling Mu's heat would come so frequently. How long had it been since the last time
Qiu Zhenyang looked at Ling Mu who was being tortured by estrus on the bed, and felt that something was not right. It looked like I had to find time to take Ling Mu to the infirmary.
The tight and gentle hug made Ling Mu feel better. He climbed up with difficulty, his upper body lying in Qiu Zhenyang's arms, his chest rising and falling due to his heavy breathing.
"I'll give you a sign first, don't move." Qiu Zhenyang kissed Ling Mu's sweaty forehead soothingly, then pressed the person into his arms and exposed his neck. Although the last mark has scarred, traces can still be seen, but if I can't bear it, I can only make the mark again.
"Well! Qiu Zhenyang..." Ling Mu frowned and his eyes were very red, as if he had been severely bullied. The slender fingers tightly grasped the clothes on Qiu Zhenyang's back, picking up the wrinkles, and even the knuckles were slightly red.
The process of marking was a bit unbearable for both of them. After all, they had not confirmed their relationship yet, so they could only make temporary marks, which made Qiu Zhenyang unbearable every time. The same goes for Ling Mu. In the final analysis, the temporary mark is only scratching the surface and cannot alleviate the emptiness in his heart. He was like a balloon now. Every time he was temporarily marked by Qiu Zhenyang, the balloon would grow bigger. He didn't know when the critical point would be, let alone how powerful it would be when it exploded.
After the temporary mark was completed, Qiu Zhenyang took a deep breath and hugged Ling Mu to calm the heat in his body.
God knows how much endurance he would have to have to control himself from doing something even more extreme to Ling Mu! Alpha is inherently strong and difficult to suppress, and he has the person he cares about most in his arms. Maybe another alpha would have marked him completely.
With random thoughts in his mind, Qiu Zhenyang patted Ling Mu on the back and said softly: "You have a good rest. You can eat dinner after you wake up. I will help you put it in the incubator."
He moved his legs awkwardly, preparing to go back to his room to solve his physical problems first, then he pulled the arm of the person in his arms and wanted him to lie on the bed. But what Qiu Zhenyang didn't expect was that not only was Ling Mu not pulled away, but the hands around his waist tightened even more!
This really surprised Qiu Zhenyang. Ling Mu was relying on himself. Could it be that he finally got the idea
With this idea in mind, Qiu Zhenyang smiled in surprise and said with a malicious look on his face: "Xiao Mumu, do you want me to stay with you for a while? In this case, if you say a few nice words to me, I won't go down. Can I stay with you here? Lingdang just... let her be hungry first~"
The overly excited Qiu Zhenyang immediately forgot about his future sister-in-law.
Ling Mu's son, who had been marked, had actually regained some of his consciousness. He felt ashamed and ashamed of his actions to retain Qiu Zhenyang. He was clearly shouting in his heart to let go quickly, but his body did not obey him at all.
Then something happened that made his face turn red to the point of smoking, because Qiu Zhenyang changed his posture, and his drooping eyes fell directly on...
Ling Mu: "..."
Qiu Zhenyang: "!!!" He reacted! ! !
Qiu Zhenyang's expression finally stopped being frivolous, and became rarely nervous. He dared not move now. His heartbeat was so loud that Qiu Zhenyang's brain was buzzing, and the heat that had just subsided was boiling again.
At this moment, Ling Mu was so embarrassed that he did not dare to look up. He had no idea how to react to such a situation!
I don't know how long it took, but Qiu Zhenyang finally adjusted his mentality. His hoarse and deep voice sounded close to Ling Mu's ears: "Is it difficult? I'm here to help you. It's okay, don't be shy."
Everyone knew what to do in this situation. Since Ling Mu was uncomfortable, Qiu Zhenyang had the responsibility to help him solve this problem.
"Fuck, no..." Ling Mutou lowered his head, bit his lip and held down Qiu Zhenyang's hand.
He shook his head, but the amplitude was very small. It was obviously a push-back action, but his fiery body and trembling voice gave people the illusion of wanting to resist in return. Qiu Zhenyang, who couldn't help himself, had veins popping out on his neck. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the ceiling.
After a long time, the voice gradually weakened. Qiu Zhenyang took out the paper towel on the bedside and wiped his hands. He looked at Ling Mu, who was curled up in the quilt like a cooked shrimp, pretending to be dead, and licked his lower lips with difficulty.
Alas, the baby feels comfortable, but it is painful for him.
Looking at his little brother who was solemnly saluting, Qiu Zhenyang sighed and was about to get up and leave, but his wrist was pulled by a force that was neither light nor heavy.
"What's wrong, do you want more?" Thinking that he was not satisfied, Qiu Zhenyang asked with a smile.
Ling Mu, who buried his head in the quilt, cursed something and his ears turned red. He slowly took his head out of the soft quilt and sat upright on the bed, staring at Qiu Zhenyang's face with a pair of red eyes. After staring for a while, his eyes moved down and landed precisely on Qiu Zhenyang's bulging area.
"?"
Qiu Zhenyang looked at him with a carefree attitude, not too shy. On the other hand, Ling Mu was blushing and murmuring speechless.
With great difficulty, he mustered up the courage, lowered his head and looked annoyed, and said quickly: "I'll help you too."
Qiu Zhenyang was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable. It was like a ball of fireworks exploded in his mind, and all that fell on his heart were the surprise and joy that Ling Mu had given him! If nothing else, Lingmu's character is willing to say such words, he definitely has his own existence in his heart!
But even though he was already having a party in his heart, he still used the last of his rationality to hold on: "You don't have to force it, it's okay with me."
"I'm not forcing myself..." Ling Mu muttered, as if to prove that what he said was true, he gritted his teeth and stretched his hand towards Qiu Zhenyang.
"Um... Xiao Mumu, please be gentle." Qiu Zhenyang felt comfortable and funny at the same time, and finally let go of the beast in his heart. He hugged Ling Mu again and fell on the bed, pressing him tightly under him and kissing the burning face carefully. His lovely red cheeks were enjoying the physical and mental pleasure that Ling Mu brought to him.
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Thank you little cuties for your support, Chiu Mi~