I Heard That I Am a Scumbag, God of War Alpha

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Whether it was when he was a child, or in the years when his body was occupied by counterfeit goods, Zhuang Yan had never been so close to Chen E's wings.

Chen E has a strong self-esteem and has always worn prosthetic limbs. He rarely shows his disability in front of others.

Both of them are very uncomfortable.

When Zhuang Yan picked up the medicine, he raised his eyes and saw Chen E's tense side face and downturned lips.

He suddenly understood a little bit—Alpha's expression now seems to be saying, I want to see how you plan to humiliate me.

Zhuang Yan walked around behind Chen E and unscrewed the lid of the ointment. The mild herbal fragrance wafted out, he rubbed a little with his fingertips, and then wiped it on the damaged wing.

"Do not move."

Chen E's shoulder muscles were stiff and he did not move.

They were all skin traumas, not deep, but large in size. The parts that need to be in contact with the prosthesis are worn out, and the down feathers are also broken and falling off.

Zhuang Yan applied the medicine as lightly as possible, and said, "If it hurts, just let me know."

Chen E remained silent, but the lines of his shoulders and neck relaxed a little bit.

When the medicine was applied to the top of the severed limb, the small disabled wing would shake slightly. The feather fluttered and hit Zhuang Yan's fingertips.

It's actually a little itchy.

Chen E's voice was hoarse: "Okay, Zhuang Yan."

It happened that the medicine was almost ready, Zhuang Yan pursed his lips, put the lid on, and returned it to Chen E.

Chen E folded his wings, and returned to the pure human form, reached out to grab the clothes, and put them on again.

The expression on his face was not as fierce as before, but instead showed a trace of daze after the hostility had faded.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, Zhuang Yan went out just now to blow the wind, and his throat began to feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and prepared to take his things back.

Chen E frowned, lifted the bag first, and walked in front of Zhuang Yan. When he got to his hover car, he threw the things into the back seat, and then opened the passenger's door.

"Go in."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes, and repeated Chen E's words slowly: "You let me go by myself."

Even if he knew it now, it was because Chen E wanted to close the door and apply medicine to the wings alone, and he still felt unhappy.

Even the mistrust and grievances I have received recently, as well as the food that I only made half of it today, but it turned out to be particularly unpalatable in the end.

Thunder rolls by, and bean-sized raindrops pour down.

Zhuang Yan shuddered, feeling a little cold, but couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

"You force me to cook for a while, and you don't let me cook for a while. You just drove me away by myself, and now you have to send me away by force."

He asked: "Do you think I'm annoying, so you always play tricks on me?"

The autumn rain fell on the eyelashes and rolled down the cheeks. Omega's eyes looked clean and clear in the rain. Without a word of explanation, Chen E forcefully stuffed the semi-wet Zhuang Yan into the car like carrying a small animal, and slammed the door shut.