After Beta rebirth

39 I believe you

Except for letting Xu Yanzhao carry him into the bathtub, Yan Zhi'an never let Xu Yanzhao touch him again. It's not that he doesn't believe in this Alpha's endurance, he just doesn't dare challenge his own self-control.

Before today, Yan Zhi'an had never thought that his body could be so sensitive. It was clear that Xu Yanzhao didn't do anything extra when he put him in the bathtub, but he still reacted uncontrollably. This was really weird, and it reminded him of the heat that only exists in Omegas. Expect.

But there is no similar situation in Beta at all. And obviously in the previous life--

Something suddenly occurred to him, and the memories that had just begun were forcibly cut off. Yan Zhi'an exhaled slowly, closed his eyes and leaned on the edge of the bathtub, letting the hot water that reached his chin soothe his body's fatigue. Xu Yanzhao seemed to have added some special medicinal materials to it. The no longer clear hot water exuded a faint smell of Chinese medicinal materials, which greatly relieved the soreness of Yan Zhi'an's waist and legs, and he didn't even know when the other party prepared these. clear.

Premeditated...Should he use this word? Thinking of Xu Yanzhao's behavior in front of him, Yan Zhi'an couldn't help but curl his lips.

After lying in the bathtub for more than ten minutes, Yan Zhi'an put away the medicinal liquid that he didn't know whether it was boiled or soaked. He simply washed his body with water and used a certain well-behaved and calm boy like a shy big boy. Alpha, put himself back on the bed.

I don't know whether it was the effect of the medicinal liquid used for bathing or the effect of the ointment sent into his body. It was almost evening and Yan Zhi'an was able to get out of bed. Although his legs were still a little soft when he stepped on the ground, he was able to move freely at least. Thanks to the rapidly developing medical technology, he didn't have to take an extra day off because he couldn't get out of bed because of being fucked. Embarrassing situation.

Pressing his waist which was no longer sore and swollen, Yan Zhi'an turned to look out the window at the orange-red sky reflected by the rays of the sun, closed the half-read book in his hand, put it on the bedside, and got out of bed.

The door to the bedroom was open, and the sound of hot oil in a pot came from the kitchen downstairs from time to time. The alluring aroma was wrapped in it and kept entering Yan Zhi'an's nose, making him unable to calm down and read at all. thought. But it seemed like there was really nothing else he could do.

Pulling on his slippers and slowly walking around the bedroom, Yan Zhi'an suddenly thought of something. He walked to the desk by the window and reached out to open the drawer on the left. The notebook that he had torn out a page before and then clipped back again was still in its original place. Even the length and angle of the wide green line stuck in it as a bookmark were exposed. Nothing has changed at all.

But on top of that, there was a palm-sized, green-shelled notebook.

With a slight eyebrow raise, Yan Zhi'an reached out and picked up the small book and flipped through it. He was a little surprised to find that it was a recipe book, and what was written on it were all things Xu Yanzhao had cooked for him during this period.

--He thought it was delicious.

When his eyes fell on the page with the mushroom and wonton filling ratios, Yan Zhi'an paused slightly.

[The fat meat must be chopped into pieces as much as possible. If you want to eat it so that it only tastes oily without any graininess, you can add a little chicken broth. 】

Yan Zhi'an didn't like fat meat. The greasy feeling that lingered on the tip of the tongue could even cause him physiological nausea in severe cases - but he remembered that he didn't show anything wrong when eating the wontons made by Xu Yanzhao. Come.