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Dinner was a bowl of braised pork noodles for each person, topped with two poached eggs. The original plan was to have three dishes and a soup, but in the end, Zhang Moyan's absent-mindedness messed up the cooking. The only soup ended up being the one used to cook the noodles.
The TV was playing Beijing opera, and the two of them sat on the floor behind the coffee table, eating noodles with cushions underneath.
An Yuan has a small appetite. Zhang Moyan had only eaten half of his meal when An Yuan finished. "Why don't you help me finish these two eggs," he pushed the bowl to the side.
Zhang Moyan took one from An Yuan's bowl and left one, saying, "Take your time, I'll wait for you."
The two of them finished eating the eggs, Zhang Moyan found the remote control and changed the channel. Neither of them liked Peking opera, but no one had paid attention to it before.
After finishing eating, An Yuan watched an episode of a soap opera. "The bowls are here, I'll wash them," An Yuan shook his head, "You cooked, so naturally I should wash the dishes. Didn't we agree to try living together?"
Zhang Moyan didn't persist, and he didn't really pay attention to the messy soap opera on TV.
He closed the TV, walked into the bedroom, and smelled the lingering smoke in the air. Zhang Moyan opened the window.
Sweep all the unfinished cigarettes scattered on the bedside table into the trash can, and then confirm the various corners. Zhang Moyan then took clothes into the bathroom for a shower.
In the mist, the bathroom door opened, and An Yuan walked in wrapped in a bath towel.
Smelling the pheromones of Omega, Zhang Moyan felt a bit agitated. "How did you come in?" She reached out to pat her hair, wanting to lower the water temperature to wash away the heat on her body, but afraid that An Yuan would catch a cold.
An Yuan's face turned red and then white, biting her lower lip tightly. "I'm sorry," she said, turning to leave. Zhang Moyan's strong arm immediately wrapped around her slender waist and pulled An Yuan back.
"It's late."
An Yuan was trapped between Zhang Moyan and the wall, unable to move. With eyes tightly closed, she weakly tilted her head back, enduring Zhang Moyan's passionate kiss.
When An Yuan and Zhang Moyan slid their hands down together around the waist, Zhang Moyan felt a momentary stiffness in the body in his arms.
Zhang Moyan forced himself to release the temptation beneath him, watching An Yuan's swollen lips pant heavily in the water curtain.
"I thought you would like it," An Yuan said, looking at the raging Zhang Moyan in front of him.
"You don't have to sacrifice yourself to me like this," Zhang Moyan said, reaching out to close the water and then wrapping An Yuan in a clean towel.
Because the window is open, even with the heater on, the bedroom is still cold. Zhang Moyan took three quick steps and tucked An Yuan into the quilt before closing the window.
An Yuan curled up in the quilt, with his head poking out, looking at Zhang Moyan with the expression of a fragile little animal.
With a click, the bedroom fell into darkness as Zhang Moyan turned off the light.
As the bed sank down, An Yuan was pulled into a strong and warm embrace by a pair of powerful arms.
The strong alpha pheromones enveloped An Yuan, making him feel a little flustered.
"Although I know deep down in your heart you're not truly willing, I am still willing to follow you into the abyss without hesitation."
The scorching kiss extended from An Yuan's chin, aiming for an opening as the rough tongue slipped into An Yuan's mouth, immediately intertwining with An Yuan's smooth tongue.
The mattress sank, and Zhang Moyan was already leaning over An Yuan.
Rapidly rubbing his hands over his body, gradually, An Yuan felt a rising sensation of heat in his lower abdomen. Even though their hearts were not in the same place, after living together for nearly three years, Zhang Moyan knew An Yuan's body like the back of his hand.
Zhang Moyan used one hand to knead the red fruit that had already begun to stand up, while the other hand opened the bedside table and took out the ointment inside. For An Yuan, apart from the estrus period, every time he entwined with Zhang Moyan, it was a slow process to get into the state. In order to avoid injury to An Yuan, Zhang Moyan always used ointment for lubrication.
Feeling like being in a raging fire, An Yuan bit his lower lip and twisted his body. The half-erect green shoots rubbed against something hot, sending a tingling sensation that struck his delicate nerves, and an uncontrollable moan immediately spilled from his mouth.
The large hand slid towards An Yuan's slender waist, and then with a little force, lifted up the soft body below.
Gently rubbing the faint teeth marks on An Yuan's back, which he had marked three years ago that night, his body trembled violently in his hands.
The sweet scent of omega's pheromones in the room became even stronger.
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