Chapter 28： (1/2)

There was a faint sound of rain near the ears, the rain gradually increased, and the sky was full of scatter. He guarded a bunch of moist lilies of the valley and squeezed out of the bus, passing by countless passersby with clothes and leaflets in front.

On that day, the pet shop happened to have no customers. In order to earn a few dollars more, he came to the "Xiang Hua Fang" next door to deliver flowers to a young lady living in the VIP room of Jiusheng.

On the marble steps outside the hotel's door, stood a tall male Alpha-black formal suit, wearing a long cashmere coat, holding a wooden long-handled umbrella, the umbrella point. The man's sword eyebrows were deep in his eyes, without squinting, looking indifferently towards the sculpture in the center of the square, his figure was as straight as a sword.

It's him.

He An looked up at him from afar, and his field of vision became a high-definition lens with a slower speed of 10,000 times.

He never knew that he could see a person so clearly.

The gale swayed the rain lines, and numerous tiny bright drops of water flew towards the man, landing on the expensive native cashmere of the coat. He An heard that his heart was singing and urged him to turn into a piece of water and a piece of dust, flying with joy, attached to this Alpha, hiding in the warm cashmere, breathing his smell with his lungs, and following him Come back home.

A sudden beam of light shone into the night of He An for more than 20 years, making him happy and humble, willing to offer love and soul, and self-sacrifice.

More than forty days later, this Alpha rushed into He An's home and inserted the sexual device into his body.

He lies under the man, picking up a few sporadic pleasures from the torn pain, and stubbornly believes that Alpha's violent sexual desire is more or less loving. Every time when the man released his lust, he wrapped his arms around him with sweaty arms, stared at him with his nostalgic eyes, lingering tenderly, and kissing the red mole on his chest. He An couldn't bear to blame any more.

You are ill, you are not awake and need comfort like young children, how can I bear to blame you?

He An would peck and kiss his forehead and said, it's all right.

Hida, it's okay.

I don't hate you even if the warmth is extremely short-lived, and even when I am sober I don't know each other.

But Zheng Feiyu, why did I endure all the pain and endure the resentment from you in the end?

why?

You hate me for depriving your reason, abducting your love, calculating your money, even if you are clear in your heart, I have never really got anything since the first day of our acquaintance, maybe ... only Except for lily of the valley. You will always stand on that high step and refuse to walk down and talk to me on an equal footing. And because of love and tolerance, I lost my home, my studies and work, my innate pheromone, and my pity.

This is not love, I don't want to sink any more.

The moment the blade cut the back of the neck, the cold touch felt like a powerful hand, pulling He An out of the pheromone mire.