Bottom A, Top O

CHAPTER 33:

NIE ZIHANG, YOU LITTLE BEAST, HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH AN ALPHA!

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Nie Zihang opened the door and let An Tong walk out on his own.

As he turned around, he saw the Alpha with his hair all messed up, awkwardly trying to put his shoes back on.

Seeing Nie Zihang looking over, the person’s body stiffened, and he quickly lowered his head.

“Mr. Nie.”

Nie Zihang’s fingertips brushed against the slightly raised hair, gently pressing it down, and he asked, “How long have you been listening?”

The Alpha had just woken up, and the effects of the alcohol had not worn off yet. His eyes still had a slight drunken redness to them.

“I just came downstairs.”

Nie Zihang looked at him with a faint smile, remaining silent.

Yu Jingxuan swallowed nervously, avoiding eye contact with him: “Um… about five minutes… uh, fifteen… twenty-five minutes, I think.”

Nie Zihang chuckled softly.

Half an hour ago, he had already seen the corner of the clothes on the second-floor railing. He had thought that Yu Jingxuan would see him talking to someone and obediently go back to his room to wait for him. But unexpectedly, that small piece of clothing remained motionless on the railing for a whole fifteen minutes.

He discreetly quickened his pace and finally managed to settle everything that needed to be discussed within ten minutes. Then he escorted An Tong to the door.

On the way to see An Tong off, he could already hear the sound of the little fish quietly coming downstairs.

The last time they had hot pot, Yu Jingxuan was so jealous. He even complained to himself while using the tomato broth that Yun Han had ordered to cook the meat. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

After chatting with the Omega for so long today and then adding a confession at the end, he wondered how jealous his little fish at home would be.

Nie Zihang wrapped his arms around the Alpha’s waist, his lips curling up. “Yu Xiaoxuan, are you jealous again?”

Yu Jingxuan lowered his gaze and remained silent.

Nie Zihang mischievously pinched the soft flesh on his waist, causing the Alpha’s legs to go weak, and he pressed Yu Jingxuan’s whole body against the wall.

With slightly intoxicated eyes, Yu Jingxuan gave him a reproachful look and then anxiously glanced behind him.

The living room was empty, with no one around. The slanting evening sun cast a warm, golden hue on the coffee table.

The door to the bedroom on the first floor was not tightly closed, and the sound of Father Nie’s snoring could be heard intermittently, accompanied by the sound of Dad Nie’s phone playing TV dramas.

Yu Jingxuan and Nie Zihang stood at the hidden corner of the staircase.

Every tiny sound was amplified infinitely.