Dressed As An Omega Divorced By Seven Alphas

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    Dimly lit, quiet room.

    The atmosphere suddenly changed again, and even the air became sticky.

    Fitz noticed the discomfort: "What, are you uncomfortable?"

    Fitz stepped forward and looked at him condescendingly: "On June 13th, was it you?"

    He Huan was overwhelmed by his message Come on, subconsciously want to take a step back, but he can't stand firmly.

    Without support, he fell directly into the sofa.

    The soft cushion bounced He Huan up, and He Huan raised his neck, breathing hard.

    His hair was disheveled, sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the exposed side earlobe was as bright as a pomegranate.

    Fitz leaned over, his tall figure cast a shadow, completely covering him: "Why are you afraid of releasing pheromone?"

    He Huan hated his aggressiveness, but his body followed his instinct, stretched out trembling hands, and grabbed the hem of the opponent's clothes .

    Forget it, today this situation cannot be avoided.

    He Huan pulled Fitz into him in a broken jar, raised his chin, and gasped, "I'm afraid I'm releasing pheromones, you won't be able to take it..."

    Fitz lowered his eyes, touching the place where the other party pulled his clothes slender fingers.

    The line of sight traces back along the fingertips, from the wrist to the arm, shoulder, neck, and directly to the gland.

    "How do you know I can't stand it?"

    There was a small bump on the back of the neck, white and smooth, without any trace.

    After being thoroughly marked by alha, the tooth marks on the glands will take at least a month to heal.

    And because of alha's possessiveness and oga's instinctive desire, the glands are repeatedly injected with pheromones, and many oga glands are like ripe fruit for a lifetime, showing a state of almost erosion, which is proof of being overly loved.

    Fitz remembered that he loved this place very much, injecting pheromone again and again, but still felt that it was not enough.

    Marked thoroughly more than once.

    He Huan kissed her lips, but he dodged them, barely brushing her chin.

    Just such a brief contact made his soul tremble.

    "Hmm..."

    Fitz frowned, feeling faint heart palpitations.

    To get rid of this discomfort, he pressed He Huan's shoulder to prevent him from moving.

    "Around June 13th, there are only three oga living in the Hamamatsu villa area, two of them are married, and the rest is you, living next door to me."

    He Huan smiled indifferently, and pressed his strong cheek He rubbed his arms lightly, and looked at him with winking eyes: "It's a coincidence, isn't it?"

    Fitz held his hair with five fingers, and one pushed forward vigorously. Their noses were facing each other, and their breaths were intertwined.

    "During the surveillance, the white T-shirt you wore was taken from me, right?"

    He Huan forgot about it: "Then do I look good in it?"

    Fitz grabbed him by the neck and slapped him hard. The man was overwhelmed on the sofa: "Wearing my clothes and running away, huh?"