AA Interaction Notes [AA]

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Chapter 42 Typhoon

Firefly Sweeps Baicheng.

The window glass was hit by a hard object blown up by the wind, making a harsh friction sound. The rain became more and more manic, and the silver chain kept ringing, like a wind chime being constantly struck.

Yan Qi leaned back against his solid chest and arms, and was held firmly in Ye Yang's arms, with the tips of his ears in his mouth,

he yelled vaguely, "Ah Qi." "Huh?" As intense as a torrential rain.

Yan Qi frowned, and bit Ye Yang's lower lip hard.

The latter hissed in pain, buried his face in the back of his neck, and said hoarsely, "Ah Qi, don't be angry."

Yan Qi closed his eyes forcefully.

He knew that Ye Yang was trying his best to control it. As an Alpha, Yan Qi could feel how severe Ye Yang's symptoms were from the mania of pheromones.

But why is this happening.

I had never heard from Tan Jie before that Gu Ye had such pheromone disorder and delayed susceptibility period.

The typhoon was so violent that the silver chains jingled crazily. The skin was scratched by the scraped hard objects, and there was a fiery pain. Yan Qi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, his thoughts were chaotic, and he couldn't figure out a clue for a long time.

The rain splashed frantically on the hollow part of the sweater, moistened the skin, and slowly trickled down along the delicate texture.

Ye Yang picked him up and walked into the bathroom. The part where his lips were cut was still bleeding, shockingly red.

The last one hadn't healed yet, so a new one was added. Seeing the pain, Yan Qi couldn't help but raised his hand and wiped off the blood with his thumb.

Ye Yang bent his brows and eyes, as if he wanted to kiss him, halfway closer, he realized that there was blood on his lips, and backed away, only lowered his eyes and licked his lower lip.

After taking a bath, Ye Yang brought dry clothes to Yan Qi, took the wet clothes to the balcony, took out a basin, and rubbed them with a piece of laundry soap.

Yan Qi dug out the ointment and watermelon cream she bought earlier from the drawer, sat cross-legged on the bed, unscrewed the ointment and applied it to the red and swollen leg. He was already wiping slowly enough, and when he looked up, he found that Ye Yang was still standing on the balcony wrestling with that piece of laundry soap, half of it had been rubbed off, and the basin was full of foam.

Yan Qi covered the ointment, took the watermelon frost spray, walked to the laundry pool on the balcony, and hooked Ye Yang's chin with his fingers: "Turn your face."

He gently shook the bottle, and carefully sprayed Ye Yang's cracked lips once, Asking him: "How long will it take to wash?"

Ye Yang turned around and continued to rub the laundry soap, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Let's wait a while, you go in first, it's cold outside." Yan

Qi suddenly hugged him from behind.

Ye Yang paused: "Ah Qi?"

Yan Qi remained silent, resting his chin on his shoulder, lowering his eyelashes to look at the basin of foam.

Ye Yang dipped some of it with his index finger and wiped it on the tip of his nose.

Yan Qi rubbed his head down, breathing the smell of shower gel on Ye Yang.