Omega Boyfriend Care Guide [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Translated) -Paused-

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Ancestor is always an ancestor. On the plane to city A, Awen exclaimed like this.

"Hey, do you know how much liquidated damages we lost by flying like this?" Awen turned his head and complained to Luan He, who lazily leaned back in his seat, wearing a black eye mask, and replied with a "Hmm" after a while.

"The liquidated damages are nothing!" Awen seemed indifferent to Luan He's response. He just wanted to vent, "Do you know how much public relations fees I spent to suppress your explosive news of playing big shots? You are too willful. As an artist, you should focus on your job first before thinking about other things, understand?"

"I am a singer." Luan He shrugged, "You forced me to take those embarrassing photos for money, and I agreed to all of them. What else do you want?"

"What did you say?" Awen really wanted to take off his eye mask and have a good argument, "What do you mean I forced you to take embarrassing photos? Those were advertisements. Why do you make me sound like a wicked mother? And. . . those photos, which one is abnormal? Don't say things that can be misunderstood, okay?"

"Hmph." Luan He sneered lightly. Awen didn't understand how much sacrifice he had made to fit into this world. It was like the reported heat period of a girl, which he had to endure from time to time. Without suppressants, his pheromones were constantly floating in the air, causing him great insecurity. And he had to take beach photos in front of everyone. What's the difference for an Omega like him compared to shooting adult films? During his heat period, he even had to stand in a stadium and sing, shaking hands with fans. If it were an ordinary Omega, they would be scared to death.

"Anyway, I'll continue to make money for you by singing." Luan He dragged his words, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Seeing him like this, Awen sighed.

Sometimes, when Awen looked at Luan He, he couldn't help but feel a mother hen-like feeling. Luan He didn't have many friends, and Awen, as his manager, was the only one close to him. He always felt that this child was too lonely.

He watched Luan He's performance, with fans filling the venue, and the lights shining like a brilliant galaxy. So many people liked and supported him, but he seemed so distant from the crowd when he stood on stage. He was indeed kind and friendly to others, but he always kept his interactions brief. He had no connection with anyone, as if he had built a barrier around himself.

Perhaps talented people are always different.

So, when Luan He suddenly sparked a flame for someone, A Wen tried to protect it as much as possible, so it wouldn't extinguish too quickly.

"Forget it," A Wen shook his head and compromised, "Since you sing so well and genuinely enjoy it, and you have talent, I'll let you be willful because you've finally fallen for someone."

The cabin lights were turned off, night fell, and the plane carrying hundreds of passengers became a small red dot in the night sky. A Wen covered himself with a blanket, and soon the sound of his exhausted snoring could be heard.

At this moment, Luan He took off his eye mask and looked through the porthole at the interweaving car lights on the ground, resembling a galaxy.

It's not like that, Luan He thought, I don't like singing, and even. . . I would rather not have such a voice.

Memories of the past came rushing back like thick nightmares, always stirring up anxiety when least expected. Luan He restrained the trembling of his right hand, reaching into his coat pocket where he kept a deep blue silk scarf. He tightly grasped it, intertwining his fingers with the soft fabric, as if this could bring him some comfort from her.