Whose cub is the black-skinned Alpha holding? (MTL)

Chapter 32

　　Mu Fang felt a little stuffy because the restraints were still hanging on him. Although they were not as tight as before, they were still uncomfortable after a long time.

　　Especially when An Yingji kissed her fiancé just now, this was the first time that Mu Fang felt such a strong sense of jealousy.

　　He has always been like a stone, or an efficient machine. He never knew that the plots of greed, anger, and infatuation for love in the brainless romance novels that he used to sneer at were actually real, at least on the emotional level.

　　The alpha straightened his waist. It was not convenient for him to touch his belly now, so he could only hold on.

While holding on, he was thinking, love is really troublesome, the jealousy burned his unstable gestational sac and it was shrinking violently, alpha had received the most professional training and knew how to kill people precisely, but no one had taught him how to deal with this subtle jealousy.

　　He had no choice but to turn his face away and try his best not to let Huang Shao and his fiancée enter his sight again.

　　Fortunately, the intimacy between the two also stopped - the strange emotion called "jealousy" like a tsunami, coupled with the fetal movement, caused the alpha's clever brain to not work fast enough at this time. The omega showed inexplicable intimacy to his partner, and he did not consider the possibility that it was just a test by the omega.

　　In short, in this battle of mutual understanding, Alpha obviously lost.

　　Mu Fang just sat quietly at the bar until 10 o'clock in the evening, when the lobby closed. The dignitaries in the cabin could start the self-service if they wanted to continue their nightlife, and the service staff on duty could go back to the cabin to rest.

　　When he stood up from the lift chair at the bar, Mu Fang's lower back was completely numb.

　　While no one was paying attention, he reached out and pounded his waist at the corner of the hall. No, it was too stuffy. He had to go back to his rest room quickly, take off his uniform, remove the restraints, and relax his body.

　　Otherwise, even breathing would be very tiring.

　　This was the first time that Mu Fangchang felt so tired in his life. The fetal movement had consumed most of his energy, and he didn't even eat much at night.

　　Because the abdominal squeezing causes the stomach to contract, even a sip of warm water takes a long time to digest.

　　But there are always gains. After a night of observation, Alpha has figured out Zhou's eating habits. Tomorrow morning's meals are arranged in order. He only needs to poison the food that Representative Zhou will definitely eat, and the assassination will be successful.

　　He rubbed his stomach and walked into the cabin with a slightly hunched back.

　　Before returning to my rest room, I will pass by the bathroom on the first floor. It's just right, I can use the bathroom before going back.

　　The simple space on the first floor is for service staff. It is not as luxurious and lively as the second and third floors. There is no one here around this time. After all, they have been busy all day, so returning to the room to rest is naturally the first priority.

　　The lights in the bathroom were also off, and it was dark all around.

　　Just as Mu Fang reached out to push open the closed door, a hand reached out from the darkness, grabbed his wrist, and the tips of its slender fingers seemed to feel his pulse.