Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text Chapter 22 Jinjiang exclusive发

He Xie Jun put on the barrier patch, but Wen Jue did not, and the alpha pheromones still dominantly attracted the omega's body.

He looked at Wen Jue, his heart pounding.

Like a child forced to confess, he could only bow his head, bow his head again.

The unruly appearance that belonged to Xie Jun had disappeared, and as the outside noise grew quieter, Xie Jun shifted his shoulder.

"Let's talk about it later."

Ultimately, he softened, but didn't want to take advantage of Wen Jue for no reason.

When he pushed the woman away, he deliberately raised his head, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes: "I wonder if the director will invite me after tonight, after all, the director has always cherished the actors. . ."

The man's words sounded guilty.

There was no change on Wen Jue's face, still smiling gently.

Nodding, Wen Jue let go of Xie Jun. With her hand supporting the man's slightly turned face, she brushed away the fallen strands of hair and neatly smoothed them out. "You didn't refuse either, did you, Jun?" Xie Jun was both clear-headed and dizzy from the faint scent of sandalwood that surrounded him, clear-headed about maintaining his integrity in the cramped dressing room, and dizzy from always being led by Wen Jue. "I don't know." Xie Jun made sure that the people outside had already left, pushed Wen Jue, and was about to open the dressing room door to leave. Just as he opened the door, he quickly closed it again! Subconsciously, he turned around and covered Wen Jue's mouth, the soft flesh of his palm rubbing against her lips, making her extremely embarrassed. "It's. . . Song Feiyu. . ." he whispered softly.

Yesterday in the lounge, there was already a sense of alliance similar to being abandoned with Song Feiyu. Now, letting him watch as he and Wen Jue walk out of the daydreaming changing room, he still doesn't know how Song Feiyu will arrange him.

Xie Jun didn't want to see his mocking face, nor did he want to be looked down upon for being with Wen Jue. . .

Outside the changing room, a man's delicate voice was heard first: "Who is your Pei pa looking at again, eagerly following along?"

Pei Jue Xi seemed to be trying to please and get close to the man to hug him, but after struggling a few times, most of the brushes on the table fell off. Half-pushing and half-pulling, Pei Jue Xi coaxed and laughed, "Still angry, last time I was also angry, speaking without thinking. . ."

"Speaking without thinking! Haha. . . Pei Jue Xi. . . Do you remember what you said when you spoke without thinking?"

Pei Jue Xi fell silent again, muttering vaguely, "That's all in the past, just consider it me drinking too much. . ."

"Drinking? Haha. . ."

"Every word you, Pei Jue Xi, said, I, Song Feiyu, understood clearly." The man's voice paused, seeming choked up and then retracted.

Continuing, he said, "People like us deserve to be slept with by you, I am not worthy of you, starting from today. . ."

It seems like someone pushed again, and some powder boxes fell to the ground on the table. The man smiled ambiguously, "We're done."

"We're done, Pei Juexi."

Even separated by the door panel, Xie Jun could feel the discomfort of Song Feiyu outside the room. Originally, they had agreed to only talk about desire, not emotions.

But now they miscalculated their own hearts.

Pei Juexi kicked the chair hard and angrily said, "Song Feiyu!"