When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

The hotel rooms have exquisite and avant-garde bathrooms with frosted glass curtain walls, and white marble and tiles outline a romantic or approachable atmosphere under the radiant light.

The hot air is transpiring in the bathtub, exuding the strong fragrance of lemon, rushing into the nose, there is a kind of misty feeling...

Bian Shao was held down at first, and his head was always knocked against the corner of the white bathtub, his forehead was flushed.

Later, he turned over and pressed the young man under him, trying his best to comfort him.

When the cold hand touched the hot body, Xiao An trembled for a moment, he said: "Don't, don't look."

He lowered his head, his pale face was flushed, and his wet eyelashes trembled violently.

As if caught in a nightmare.

Bian Shao subconsciously stopped all his movements. He opened his dim and drunken eyes, and saw the scars on the man's fair skin very clearly. There were several deep and long scars interlaced, like the ravines on the bark that had been there for many years.

Not only knife scars, but also bullet marks, whip marks...

Bian Shao felt that his eyes were filled with blood from bottom to top. He touched those marks carefully and asked, "Will there be so many scars on the battlefield?"

of course not.

Xiao An leaned forward to cover his eyes.

These scars always reminded him of the artillery fire of the war, and the weak moments of his childhood...

He is unwilling to share these pains with others. He knows that there is no real empathy in the world, and it just adds to the troubles.

But Bian Shao was so sad, he straightened his upper body, sat there silently, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his trembling hand.

Xiao An's always expressionless face loosened, and he felt a moist, warm liquid slipping across his palm, with a heart-shaking power.

"Don't cry." Xiao An's deep voice was rare and warm, "I'm in such pain, I didn't even cry."

Bian Shao is really a very strange person. He looks like a libertine, but inside he is emotional, kind, and fragile, hardly like an Alpha.

He pushed Xiao An's hand away, held it, kissed Xiao An's face little by little, and wiped his salty and sweet tears.

"I hurt because of you." He said in a low voice, brushing those horrible scars little by little.

very ugly.

Xiao An could hardly maintain his expression anymore, he wanted to hold the man's head, but when he met those glowing red eyes, he let go again.

"Some people say this is my merit." The merit of the Marshal of the Empire.

"Damn meritorious deeds," Bian Shao scolded, "let him try all the meritorious deeds!"

Xiao An tried his best to put on a calm expression, but all this failed when Bian Shao said this, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing an expression that hardly looked like him.

It's stiff, yet tender.

Bian Shao looked at him and couldn't help but kiss him, making his mouth red.

Xiao An indulged in touching the back of his neck, and said slowly when Bian Shao pulled away: "Kiss again?"

It all seemed like a dream.

Bian Shao fell asleep in the bathtub in a daze, the water was cold, he was brushed by gentle hands, washed little by little, and then he was picked up and placed on the soft bed.Of course, Xiao An is sitting in a wheelchair, and Bian Shao is sitting on Xiao An's lap. In a sense, Bian Shao has realized his previous idea - two people in a wheelchair in a literary film.

It's a pity that there is no setting sun to set off the atmosphere.

Harm, in fact, Alpha should clean up afterwards, but Bian Shao was so drunk that he couldn't even walk.

Thanks to his omega being the marshal of the empire, he was willing to pamper him.

Bian Shao turned over, hugged the man's waist and abdomen, and quickly covered his head with a hand, stroking his hair gently, like a small animal.

Bian Shao only felt that his whole body was still soaked in the warm water, and he fell into a deep sleep just like that.

When I woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day.

A ray of sunlight shone directly into his room, stinging his eyes.He subconsciously groped around his side, but only found a fold of the quilt, which was empty.

It seems like last night was really a dream.

Bian Shao covered his eyes, his forehead and temples were aching, he thought, he shouldn't have drunk so much wine last night, his mind is not sober now, and he still had that kind of dream...

His face was flushed, obviously he was a thick-skinned person.

"Are you awake?" Suddenly a deep voice followed the sound of footsteps, and Bian Shao raised his eyes subconsciously, surprised.

The man was wearing a white shirt, his clothes were neat, his cuffs were rolled up, revealing his beautiful bony knuckles, and above that was the severed wrist bone, as if he could hold it completely with one hand.

The wheelchair slid across the floor with a creaking sound. The man closed the curtains and handed him a bowl of hangover soup.

Bian Shao jumped up, showing vigor and vitality everywhere.Last night was not a dream, it was very real!

He was startled, making Xiao An frown: "Drink so much wine, take a good rest."

In the first half of the sentence, there was sullenness in his words, as if he was concerned about what happened last night.

Bian Shao still smiled: "I had so much fun playing last night, so..."

Seeing the seriousness of the man, he took Xiao An's hand again: "You know what? When I see you, I feel that the morning is very beautiful. It gives me a good start."

Xiao An was expressionless, but his eyes flashed: "Really?"

"That's right." Bian Shao wanted to say something more, but something happened that made him unhappy.

The door of the hotel opened unexpectedly, and there were noisy sounds from outside, as if a bunch of people rushed in holding cameras... Bian Shao could tell that those voices were his teammates from the men's team.

That's right, the variety show is still being recorded, even though Bian Shao got up late.

Bian Shao lifted the quilt in an instant and wanted to put Xiao An on the bed. The man was unexpected and was almost hugged, but soon he turned cold and grabbed Bian Shao's arm, watching Bian Shao anxiously, he remained motionless.

Bian Shao was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pot. He had nowhere to go and almost stepped on the bed. He said: "They want to take pictures of you..."

It is still unseemly for the Marshal of the Empire to appear in the men's group variety show. Although the marriage between the Marshal of the Empire and the members of the men's team is already very disgraceful, Bian Shao still does not want Xiao An to appear on the screen and be criticized by various people.

But Xiao An himself seemed careless, his face was pale and cold, and he said: "Then let them take pictures."

Sensing Xiao An's anger, Bian Shao froze for a moment.

The door opened.

Several mischievous faces brimming with joy froze at the same time: "...Marshal?"

The cameras in their hands almost fell to the ground and broke.

Marshal of the Empire!It may be that idols like them will never be able to meet people in their lifetime, and they will never be able to get close to them in their lifetime, but they met them this morning, in the hotel room of their teammates...

Only then did they remember one thing very clearly: Bian Shao has an imperial marshal Omega, the legal husband.

The assistant director behind was really excited, never been so excited, shouted "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The assistant director let out a "bah", and it took a long time before he complained to the director in a low voice: "Your palms are sweaty!"

The director looked around embarrassedly and saw no one was paying attention, so he said, "I'm also nervous. I've filmed so many big figures, but I've never filmed an imperial marshal. The number of viewers for this issue is guaranteed."

They are all so excited, how can there not be many audiences?Cengcengceng to rise.

Countless people are curious about what the Marshal of the Empire usually looks like, what is the difference between him and an ordinary omega, or whether he treats his Alpha with a cold and indifferent face...

After all, no one has ever seen Xiao An treat anyone specially.

The staff of the variety show director and the audience looked at the man in the wheelchair one after another. Xiao An's pale face looked over, his eyes were dark, as if he could see through people's hearts, which made people palpitate.

The members of the men's team were so excited that they didn't know what language to use to express their inner excitement. They stood at the door and stammered: "We..."

"Shooting a show? Come in." Xiao An's tone was light, but his strength could still be felt, "I'll leave after breakfast."

Several members of the men's team walked in cautiously, ready to go to the lobby for breakfast.

The barrage burst out laughing: [Looking at their reserved looks, touching Bian Shao's face and head was fun before, but now I can't wait to get rid of the relationship]

After all, the Marshal of the Empire seemed to care about Bian Shao. Sitting at the dining table, he held Bian Shao's hand tightly and never left him.

Occasionally, when Bian Shao talked to someone and laughed happily, Xiao An lowered his head and remained silent, with an expression of joy and anger that made people unable to understand.

Gradually, the members of the men's team became more cautious. They even glanced at Captain Lu Mi who was sitting in the corner. They remembered that their captain wanted to poach the wall. Now that the Marshal of the Empire came, wouldn't it be a warning?

This is purely overthinking.Xiao An didn't remember this person anymore, and the young captain didn't know what was going on, he was restless when he came back at night, often went to the corner with his mobile phone to send messages to people, and occasionally showed an angry and angry smile.

The team members teased him: "Have you hidden an Alpha?"

Lu Mi blushed and scolded: "I didn't hide Alpha, don't spout blood."

It's an omega.

Anyway, Lu Mi lost his mind about Bian Shao, and Xiao An shouldn't have such an expression.

The members of the men's team fled one after another, using the excuse of going to the toilet together.Xiao An just commented on this, and said to Bian Shao: "It seems that your team members are very restrained."

Bian Shao thought to himself that since you have no expression on your face, that's the only way I can talk and laugh happily.

Under the camera, he secretly lowered his voice and asked, "Are you jealous?"

"I let you hide just now, are you unhappy?"

He is occasionally nervous, but sometimes his mind is very delicate, so delicate that Xiao An can detect every upset.

"..."

But in fact, he was not careful enough, and he hadn't noticed that the mic was hanging on the skirt of his clothes. He lowered his voice, and the audience could still hear it.

The audience seemed to hear something terrible, and they all held their breath, hoping to see the response of the Marshal of the Empire.

Probably not responding?Seeing Xiao An's expressionless, indifferent appearance...

But Xiao An spoke in the next moment, his voice was deep and magnetic, very pleasant, and he fully admitted: "Yes."

"I'm jealous, I'm not happy."

There was fragility in his eyes, like a puppy who was afraid of being rejected by his master.But the face is still extremely cold, only Bian Shao can see his true thoughts.

The audience was stunned for a moment, Xiao An didn't hang up the mic, but the mouth shape could tell...

Bian Shao didn't know anything about the mood of the live viewers. He looked at the man's handsome and pale face, and suddenly said, "You are so narrow-minded."

Xiao An's eyes were bloodshot, he actually didn't sleep well last night, after being appeased during the estrus period, he was uneasy about the arrival of happiness.

A coward is afraid of happiness, and will be hurt when he touches cotton.

He stared at Bian Shao's face, motionless, as if his breath had been taken away.

Bian Shao smiled.

"But I like your possessiveness towards me," Bian Shao sighed helplessly, more like showing off, "You like me so much."

It turns out that for a coward, someone will take care of his sensitivity and fragility, and approach him a little bit to warm him.

The author has something to say:

A coward will be afraid of happiness, and will be hurt when he touches cotton "Disqualification in the World"

!Happy and sweet forever, my treasures!