Huo Tinglan showed a rare toughness. He challenged Ye Ci fiercely and covered his abdomen with his palms again.
Ye Ci was too thin, with a narrow waist and abdomen, as if tempting him to hold it and lead him to do evil.
“…Do you know what’s in your stomach?”
He has a terrible hoarseness.
There was a soft feeling on my fingertips.
Due to the development of oga, Ye Ci's originally thin, tight and well-defined abdomen was covered with a very thin layer of fat.
You may not be able to see it with your eyes, but the soft and smooth touch like sheep fat will not deceive you, and it exists at the same time as the toughness of the muscles...
Like soft velvet wrapped around gold and stone.
It's just terrible.
At this time, because the abdominal cavity is stimulated, the sweetness of vanilla suddenly becomes stronger.
—His beloved Oga was throbbing with a vague understanding, longing for him.
This realization made Huo Tinglan's arms tremble with excitement under his suit, his handsome nose was covered with sweat, and even his lips and eyeballs seemed to be excited by the hot blood rushing in, beating in sync with his heart.
"It's in the stomach." Ye Ci didn't dare to look directly at the horrifying guess in his mind, and only spoke incoherently, trying to pry Huo Tinglan's hand. In a hurry, he lost his strength, leaving several red and white finger marks on Huo Tinglan's wrist with bulging veins, like a cat scratching, "Uncle Huo, let me go..."
Suddenly, my abdomen began to cramp.
The feeling was strange and indescribable, but accompanied by a huge sense of shame, Ye Ci's breath trembled, and his clear voice became slightly hoarse: "Let go!"
He was like a wolfish kitten that had been carried back to its nest by a wild beast and was being licked until its saliva was dripping. He looked frightened and pitiful, with his fur in clumps, and he was about to have a stress attack.
Whether it was his mental state, his glands secreting excessive amounts of pheromones, his physical strength, or anything else... he was already on the verge of reaching his limit.
Moreover, it is questionable whether the immature OGA glands that have not yet fully differentiated can withstand the bite of an A+ level alpha.
Can't go any further.
Ye Ci couldn't bear it.
He had taken enough for tonight.
Huo Tinglan's eyes were bloodshot, his jaw was set in a sharp and sharp manner, staring at Ye Ci. His precarious rationality and the bad instincts of the alpha were twisted together. He was like a tiger salivating over fresh meat, extremely greedy and hungry, but he clenched his fists, restrained his frantic and burning emotions, slowly loosened his grip, and let his Oga escape from his arms as if escaping for his life, staying away from him, enduring the pain brought by hunger and loss, which was no different from mental whipping for the alpha.
…
Ye Ci wrapped himself up like a cocoon with the air-conditioned quilt, leaving only one hand exposed, holding the phone.
He glanced at the time and closed his eyes.
Tomorrow is Monday. I have to study math, physics and chemistry for the whole morning. My brain is really going to be busy. I have to be alert.
He tried to force himself to fall asleep, but his brows were unconsciously furrowed, and his face was as round as a bun with eighteen folds.
A few minutes later, Ye Ci opened his eyes discouragedly, only to realize that his face was sore.
02:37.
I calculated the remaining sleep time and found that I couldn’t fall asleep even more.
He had been restless since he escaped from the study. He squatted on the terrace and smoked a pack of cigarettes, his legs felt dizzy from smoking, but his heart was still beating hard, causing pain in his chest.
Huo Tinglan didn't look for him again, and he didn't dare to ask.
There was still an illusion in his abdomen, as if the heat from Huo Tinglan's palms was still heating him.
"… "
Ye Ci turned over anxiously, burying his face in the pillow, his ears were red, his black hair was messy, and he didn't know how many times he had rubbed back and forth in the quilt.
He ran away. He had to run away. There was something very wrong with Huo Tinglan tonight.
He could understand that something was wrong. After all, alphas would be more or less out of control during their susceptible period, especially high-level alphas. It was not uncommon for them to lose control. Even the strongest willpower had its limits.
But Uncle Huo did... at that time, no matter how you put it, it was a bit too much...
Ye Ci grabbed the edge of the quilt, pulled it upwards, and tightly wrapped his head around it, as if this would be enough to sweep away all the chaotic thoughts.
Excessive is excessive.
The moment he left the study, he didn't feel much hope of escaping, but more worry and guilt.
He ran in a hurry at that time, but thinking about it later, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Huo Tinglan's appearance at that time.
… What’s wrong
Ye Ci tried hard to recall.
What came to mind was only a wrist with fingerprints left by him and a pair of crazy yet restrained black eyes.
He realized belatedly that even if he didn't struggle so hard, Huo Tinglan wouldn't do more.
Ye Ci grabbed a handful of hair, kicked the air-conditioning quilt away, and went downstairs to put on his shoes.
If he didn't take a look, his conscience would prick him.
The chandelier lights on the corridor walls were on, casting soft halos of light.
Huo Tinglan's bedroom door was ajar, revealing a dark gap, and it didn't look like anyone was sleeping inside.
Ye Ci hesitated for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether he was more worried or temporarily relieved. He quietly pushed the door a little wider, took two steps forward, and looked in the direction of the bed.
The light from the wall lamp found a gap and penetrated in.
The bed, which was somewhat unnecessarily large, was in a mess. The graphite satin sheets and thin quilt were twisted like two tattered towels, and seemed to be torn in several places, as if the person lying on it had suddenly gone mad. On the bedside table was an empty syringe broken in two, and there were also several colorful medicine bottles and boxes lying or standing. One bottle had the cap unscrewed, and the small white pills were scattered all over the floor. The bottle was strangely deflated, as if the person who opened it had gone so crazy that he couldn't control his hand strength.
And told him not to take random medicines...
This scene doesn't look like normal medication.
The bridge of his nose suddenly felt sore and painful, and Ye Ci ran to the first floor.
On the first floor, Uncle He's housekeeper's room was also empty. The door was wide open and the bed was lifted up. It was obvious that he had gone out in the middle of his sleep for something urgent.
The Huo residence was too big. Ye Ci pushed open the doors one by one aimlessly to check. He called Huo Tinglan and Uncle He respectively, but both numbers were out of service area.
Is the signal in the hospital so bad
Ye Ci frowned.
He knew that sometimes high-level alphas would ask others to help lock themselves up while they were still sane in order to avoid losing control and hurting others during their susceptible periods.
When he was still an alpha, there were several times when his susceptible period was particularly severe, and Ye Hongjun locked him in the toilet of the old house. One time, he was so manic that he kicked the door to pieces.
According to Uncle Huo, there might be a "safe house"...
Ye Ci turned around and ran towards the stairs leading to the basement.
Sure enough, the stair light was on. Halfway down, he happened to run into Uncle He who was walking up from the corner. His usually respectful and highly professional face revealed a rare look of uneasiness.
"Huo, Uncle Huo is here." Uncle He was stunned. He had been ordered to cover up the matter. He had originally planned to say that Mr. Huo would go to a special medical institution for recuperation in the next few days, but he was caught in the act in the basement. Under the current circumstances, insisting that Mr. Huo was not at home would be the same as fooling a fool. He laughed dryly and said something else: "This... Young Master Ye is still awake so late. I have to wake you up at 6:30 in the morning, otherwise you should..."
"Then it must be there." Ye Ci came to a conclusion and nimbly moved around Uncle He.
"Young Master Ye, hey... Young Master Ye!" Uncle He was shocked and hurriedly chased after him.
There are many rooms on this underground floor, but Ye Ci noticed the different one at a glance. It was made of metal, and you could tell it was thick and solid without touching it. At first glance, it looked like the door of a safe.
He leaned over to fumble for the switch and consoled her: "No, I won't make it hard for you. I'll just say it was me who found it myself. No, Ben, it was originally like that."
Uncle He hesitated.
Will it be difficult to act in front of Mr. Huo
It's hard to say.
It may not be a bad thing for adults.
The young couple have been married for so long, not only do they sleep in separate rooms, they don't even say a word of affection to each other, and they are so polite. He has seen all of this. Moreover, Mr. Huo was so uncomfortable during the susceptible period, and he locked himself up to endure it. Anyone with eyes can see that Mr. Huo is very happy about this marriage, but it is Young Master Ye who is not happy. It took a lot of effort for him to come here, and with this concern...
Besides, Young Master Ye is running faster than a rabbit. How can an old man like him stop him
"This, hey, this won't work..." Uncle He refused. Seeing Ye Ci standing at the door fiddling with it for a long time without any solution, he maintained an embarrassed expression and silently made a few gestures to Ye Ci, teaching him to open the door.
The door opened a crack.
Although there is an independent ventilation system in the safe house, the aroma of tequila is still as strong as if it were real. In one breath, it feels like the lungs are filled with liquor.
The walls and floors were covered with a soft, cotton-like material to prevent Huo Tinglan from hurting himself when he went crazy.
There is no signal in the house, but it is equipped with emergency contact equipment that can call several internal phones in the Huo residence, the phone numbers of Huo Tinglan's parents, and the city's emergency centers.
Huo Tinglan sat on the bed sideways to him, with his legs apart and his elbows resting on his knees, like a silent and violent stone statue.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and stared at Ye Ci who was standing at the door, his pupils were as dark as two black holes burned by lust.
Lust, mixed with greed, exclusivity, hunger, obsession... thick and charred, like asphalt.
There was a used barrier patch on the gland at the back of his neck.
Damp, wrinkled, printed with tiny aqua blue flowers, saturated with the oga's pheromones and sweat, secretly, perversely, with a hint of perverted eroticism, it fits against the neck of an alpha.
During the more than two hours that Ye Ci left him, he sat in this isolated safe house, stroking the barrier patch repeatedly, trying to calm his insatiable restlessness and avoid hurting his still immature lover.
No one would believe it if this was told to others. The dignified head of the Huo family actually satisfied himself with a barrier patch that he had obtained through robbery and deception.
Luckily, most of this thing was covered by the collar.
Ye Ci's knees were shaking and he swallowed hard. He took a step towards the door despite the storm-level of highly corrosive alpha pheromones.
From this angle, he could only see Huo Tinglan's hands hanging between his knees.
Both hands were wrapped in bandages, with blood oozing from the palms.
It's clenched into a fist.
Huo Tinglan's jaw muscles trembled terribly, and he squeezed out two vague words from between his teeth: "Go back."