Inferior pampering

Chapter 83

　"But I'm still reluctant." He Zhuo said.

　　"You are not a bird kept in an iron cage. You are an eagle on the snowy field, a proud lion, and the sun of Newell. I cannot selfishly take you as my own."

　　"I admire the sun, not to shoot him down cruelly, but to pursue him devoutly. Similarly, I love you, and I will do my best to give you happiness and freedom forever."

　　"So Xiaoyu," he took Ji Tingyu's hand, put it on his lips, and pleaded sincerely: "The castle is repaired, are you ready to be my king?"

　　Ji Tingyu shook his head: "It's still the same."

　　"I took three days off and left the rest to Rosalin and Xiaoqing, preparing for the estrus period."

　　"Well..." He Zhuo didn't know why the topic changed here, but he still agreed: "It should be, is there anything else that hasn't been arranged? I'll help you."

　　"You can't, and you're not free either."

　　"I'm free too?"

　　"uh-huh."

　　Ji Tingyu nodded mysteriously, took out the carefully prepared black leather collar from his pocket, and put it on for He Zhuo.

　　In the middle of the collar is a small cat's claw bell that he ground out with his own hands, and it will make a crisp sound when it is flicked lightly.

　　He hooked the collar and pressed He Zhuo against the gate of the castle, and slowly slid down close to Alpha's strong body until he reached the height of half-kneeling, and opened his mouth to bite He Zhuo's belt buckle.

　　"I don't want to use inhibitors this time, can I requisition you for three days, Mr. He."

　　The author has something to say:

　　Ji Maomao sent an invitation to He Dalang for the estrus period.

　　Three days and nights! In the middle of the night!

Chapter 50

　　Two ambiguous shadows were projected in front of the castle gate, one leaning on the other half kneeling.

　　Ji Tingyu was unbuttoning He Zhuo's trousers with his mouth.

　　The metal "clucked" against his teeth, and the tip of his tongue left water stains on the shiny black leather belt. His nasal cavity was filled with the musky scent he had tasted before, and his lips began to itch.

　　"hurry up."

　　A suppressed and hoarse voice sounded from above.

　　Ji Tingyu's ear tip immediately stirred up a layer of electric current.

　　Mouth was dry, belly was strong, and he took deep breaths countless times at the smell of He Zhuo, but the more anxious he became, the more clumsy his tongue was.

　　"No."

　　A big hand slammed onto his face, pressing him closer.

　　The cat raised its head with a "huh" and saw He Zhuo looking down at him: "Use your mouth, didn't you teach me?"

　　"I—" Fuck.

　　This is so fucking foul.

　　Ji Tingyu exploded with a "boom" in his head, and vowed to give He Zhuo a hard time, but just as he got closer, he was pinched by the shoulders and grabbed him.

　　"They're back."

　　Not far away, the sound of cars and the voices of the team members sounded.