The Last Love

CHAPTER 56

Han Jiangque returned to Sega in the middle of the night, and he went to the bathroom in the living room to take a shower, and then crawled into bed in the dark.
Wen Ke was already asleep on the pillow, and Han Jiang Que lay down silently, through the gap in the curtain, a touch of moonlight was sprinkling on the side of Wen Ke's
face.
Omega's eyelashes are actually very long, and when you close your eyes, you feel a shadow cast there, and you sleep like a very warm
animal.
The slender neck, as if stretched out of loneliness, longed for some kind of
touch.
He always felt like a giraffe, like an
animal. Maybe it was that feeling that fully aroused his imagination of sexiness



- Wen Ke was such a charming female, with some fishy body odor when in heat, hairy eyelashes, imperfect features, and a very primitive ass.


Not knowing why, Han Jiang Que suddenly thought of many things in his
mind.
When he was sixteen years old, he inadvertently bumped into Wen Ke taking a
bath.
From then on, lust was like a heavy rain, wetting him
overnight.
I don't know if every boy's erotic enlightenment was so turbulent and uneasy at the
beginning.
Han Jiang Que dreamed of countless intimate gestures with Wen Ke at night, and then when he got up every morning, he felt strongly ashamed of such a surging
desire.
So he had time to play like crazy on the basketball court, pouring out energy that had nowhere to
vent. <
The young man's desire for love, on the one hand is panicked restraint, on the other side is endless thoughts, his attitude towards Wen Ke became strange, because the sense of shame sometimes had to face Wen Ke indifferently, but he could not help but fantasize about the skin under Wen Ke's school uniform shirt after turning his
back. He was curious about Wen Ke's naked



flesh, and he was also curious about Wen Ke's taste -- in a way, he was probably also a very animalistic person.


He always wanted to know what Wen Ke tasted like, what Wen Ke's mouth tasted, what Wen Ke's sweat tasted like, and even what Wen Ke's ass tasted.

And this curiosity has nothing to do with pheromones.

After breaking with Wen Ke, he never wondered about anyone's taste anymore.

He and Fu Xiaoyu often mixed together, watching movies, soaking pubs, and sometimes studying, and the smell of the big rock tree on the A-level Omega was so fragrant that the alpha around him would step sideways.

But he never had a desire, not
once.
The summer was so hot and long that the air was so stuffy that it felt like it was going to squeeze all the moisture out of every
pore.
Han Jiangque remembered a lunch break, Wen Ke was lying on his desk, covering half of his face with a book to block the sunlight, and sleeping with his eyes
closed.
So he leaned over like a
charm.
Between wen ke's eyelashes, there is almost a centimeter
distance.
He just looked at it and almost immediately kissed
it. <
The sweltering wind blew in from outside the window, stirring up a strand of Wen Ke's dark hair, suddenly waking up the sleeping
teenager.
So he immediately sat back in his seat, just like that, when nothing had happened.

For so many years after that, he actually often wondered what Wen Ke's eyelashes tasted
like.
Probably furry, a bit tongue-tied, and doesn't taste
good.
Later, when I was in college in the United States, the group of friends once had a crazy time, and after drinking at a party, they asked one person after another to talk about their most satisfying sexual
experience.
Everyone seemed to have something to say, but Han Jiangque had no
experience. In the end, he could only make up a very short story about making love to Wen Ke in the high school



classroom during his lunch break, and he kissed Wen Ke's eyelashes while doing it - although it was only a short two or three sentences, because he had no experience, so he couldn't make up any other details, but everyone still praised the "WOW" of the venue.


Han Jiangque didn't know what to say, and finally just walked to the balcony alone and drank the remaining half bottle of beer slowly, feeling as if he was a little
bitter.
The fantasy that has been cherished for so many years seems to be a very lame yellow story when it is
told.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was really lonely in the
crowd.

......
And that scene of that year suddenly reappeared again
tonight.
Han Jiang Que was a little hesitant, wanting to kiss Wen Ke's eyes, but he felt the familiar timidity
again. <
Afraid of waking Wen Ke up, or maybe afraid of something
else.
But perhaps because of his movements, Wen Ke's eyelashes still trembled, and then he slowly woke
up.
"Back, back...?"

Half-dreaming and half-awake, Omega muttered quietly, his eyes had not yet fully opened, but he had naturally stretched out his arms from the bed to Han Jiangque.

Han Jiang Que didn't make a sound, just buried his head into Wen Ke's arms, and then squeezed into Omega's
bed.
"Isn't it
late?" I was going to wait for you. Wen Ke shook the quilt out again, covered Han Jiangque's whole body, and then rubbed Alpha's head: "Have you had dinner?" Tired or not?
Han Jiangque still didn't speak, but just reached out and wrapped his arms around Wen Ke's

waist.
Wen Ke felt his lowness keenly, reached out and lifted his chin, then gently stroked his eyebrows and asked softly, "What's
wrong?" In a bad mood?


"..."

Han Jiangque was silent for a long time, and many words came to his mouth, but he didn't seem to be able to say anything, and finally he just whispered,

"No."
He really didn't want to argue with Fu
Xiaoyu.
During the time when Wen Ke did not return, Fu Xiaoyu was the friend who stayed with him for the longest
time.
In any case, it is frustrating to have a heated argument with your most important
friend. <
Fu Xiaoyu is such an Omega, smart, calm, ambitious, tightly grasping every opportunity, and grasping his destiny with
ease.
Because of this, they eventually became
friends.
To some extent, Han Jiangque is actually very clear, all his life, has always subconsciously longed for someone as strong and intelligent as Wen Ke, even if it is only as a friend as a premise, only such a personality can really attract
him.
He needs to feel safe and wants to be protected.

This is the weakness in his
bones.
But not
now.
He is Wen Ke's Alpha, husband, and maybe even a
dad.
He was actually nervous to the point of almost being afraid.

Han Jiang paused, and suddenly said softly as if he were hiding his thoughts: "Xiao Ke, I kind of want to do
it."
Wen Ke took a moment, and then a hint of shyness appeared in his eyes, and he said very quietly: "Then, I am not sure if I am pregnant, let's not insert it first...?"

As



he said this, he turned around slightly, intimately approached Han Jiangque's body, and then quietly put his hand down, with a shallow smile on his face: "I touched." "Well..."



Maybe that touch was too good, Han Jiang Que couldn't help but groan lowly.




"Han Jiangque."

Han Jiang Que lifted his head, just in time to be gently hugged by Wen
Ke.
Although he was tall, he seemed to be very suitable for nesting in Wen Ke's arms like
this.
Wen Ke caressed his ears and hair, and took the initiative to ride on Alpha's body, and whispered again, "Han Xiaoque...
Baby, my baby. Han



Jiangque's fingers trembled slightly, and he felt as if there was an electric current passing through his heart. When he was held in the arms of Omega, who was much smaller than him, it



was like the time when Wen Ke pressed him under him and beat him up for him -- too strong a pleasure, and in that instant it swept him again.


He is probably the only Alpha in the world who feels a physical orgasm because she is surrounded by security.

Han Jiang Que trembled and felt the hot temperature that was close to Wen Ke, and then slowly closed his
eyes.
If you will lose Fu Xiaoyu's friend because of today's events, it will indeed be very
painful.
Fu Xiaoyu was even more important to him than the wealth and status of the Han
family.
But even if he owes Fu Xiaoyu in friendship or says no matter how cold his words are, he did not hesitate to make the decision today.
Because his life experience



made him know better than anyone - in this white colt-like life, there are very few things that a person can firmly grasp.


He's not smart, so he's not greedy.

He just wants Wenke.