Don't Touch

Bian He changed into a beige outfit and tugged at the little gray puppy plush on his sleeve.

Was Wan Ying keeping him as a pet?

The two got out of the car one after the other.

They approached them.

The old man looked them over a few times and nagged with obvious favoritism. "Why did you take so long to get out? Did you two have a fight?"

"You brat, did you lose your temper again? I told you long ago not to have such a bad temper. Don't be scared, kid. If he's mean to you, tell me. I'll beat him up for you."

He launched straight into a lecture.

Wan Ying rubbed his forehead helplessly. "When was I mean to him?"

The old man shot him a glare. "If you weren't mean to him, why are his eyes so red? Did he cry in the car? He's an Omega. You need to coax him more. Don't be so thoughtless."

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Bian He stepped in front of the man. "Mas...ter is very good. Very smart."

He defended him instinctively.

Wan Ying looked at Omega's back, an unconscious smile flickering in his eyes.

The little treasure he had found was truly so well-behaved. How could he suit his heart so perfectly?

The old man was hard of hearing and looked confused. "You're already together, so why do you still call him Master? That's too distant. Just call him by his name."

If they kept talking, even more people would gather at the entrance.

Wan Ying took Bian He's hand and urged, "Enough. Let's go in first."

The old man came to his senses. "Right, right, right. We'll talk inside. Your shimu went in to order already."

The three of them headed inside together.

The old man walked in front.

Wan Ying slowed his pace and instructed, "Call me by my name outside. Don't say those two words again."

They struck straight at his heart and gave him other thoughts.

Maybe Bian He was just too obedient, making some of his current thoughts difficult to suppress.

Bian He was so obedient that Wan Ying did not need to worry about him at all.

Bian He rested his head on the man's shoulder. "Okay, I'll be good."

"Wan Ying?"

His name came from that low voice.

Wan Ying's steps paused slightly, and he clenched his fist.

Had it really been so long since anyone had called him by his name?

Why did it feel as though a ball of cotton had clogged his chest?

Bian He's voice somewhat resembled that of his nemesis, but every time that guy called his name, there was always a trace of teasing in it—so irritating he deserved a beating.

He was nothing like Bian He, who was so obedient it made Wan Ying want to head inside.

Bian He stood behind the man, still maintaining the pose of resting on his shoulder.

Catching the subtle change in the man's expression, he curled his lips and held back a laugh.

"Wan Ying... Wan Ying..." He called him several times before biting down on the man's neck.

Pain shot through him.

Wan Ying sucked in a breath and slapped the little dog's paw. "You have no sense of restraint when you bite. Aren't you afraid people will see and laugh at you?"

What was there to laugh at?

Bian He stared at the man's neck. "I want everyone to know that you're mine. No one else can touch you."

"A dog's nose is the sharpest. You can only have my scent on you. If you get someone else's scent on you, I'll bite that person to death, then hide you away."

Possessiveness had suddenly surfaced for no reason.

They had only come out for a meal. Why was he suddenly going crazy?

Wan Ying sighed and rubbed his head. "Be good. Don't go crazy. Let's go home quickly after dinner. I'm sleepy."

The words go home made him happy.

Bian He leaned close and kissed the man by the ear. "Going home... you have to feed me. I'm hungry."

After dawdling for a while, they finally reached the private room.

The elderly couple had taken their seats early. Seeing the handsome Omega, they smiled from ear to ear.

Without lowering their voices, they discussed him right in front of him. "That brat has good taste. A face like that is one in ten thousand."

"He really is handsome. No wonder even he got the urge to fall in love."

"What did I tell you? I said this brat was dating someone, and you just refused to believe me."

Bian He blushed from the praise and obediently stood behind the man.

Wan Ying introduced them. "This is my shifu. He's been guiding me ever since I entered the field. This is my shimu. Whatever you do, don't eat her dark cuisine. It can kill you."

Bian He greeted them obediently. "Hello, Shifu. Hello, Shimu. My name is Bian He."

The elderly couple nodded repeatedly, their attitude warm. "Quick, sit down, kid. Don't be nervous. Treat this like your own home. See what you like to eat."

"You brat, stop standing there. You finally brought him here, so order a few dishes he likes."

His person was being scolded.

Bian He was displeased and was just about to react.

His hand was taken.

"Be good." Wan Ying realized that with just one look, he could tell what Bian He was thinking.

A dog that protected its master was the most lovable kind.

Other than him, it did not matter who the other person was—Bian He would stand against them all.

The feeling was truly exhilarating, as if he had found a back he could rely on completely.

There was absolute trust, without even the slightest need for doubt.

After being soothed with a stroke of the head, Bian He obediently sat down beside him.

Wan Ying moved the alcohol in front of himself and poured a glass of fruit juice.

Bian He could not drink. Getting drunk would be troublesome. What if he started biting people indiscriminately?

Besides, his person was still young. He should drink less of that stuff. It was bad for his health.

Bian He held the glass of juice and obediently took a sip.

The moment it entered his mouth, the sweetness made him frown.

"Mas... Master, this juice is too sweet. I want a different one."

He corrected himself in time.

The hand holding Wan Ying's wineglass trembled slightly. He called over the waiter and changed it for peach-flavored juice.

He wiped the corner of his mouth. "Why are you so troublesome? See if you can drink this one."

Bian He licked his lips and accidentally brushed against the man's fingertip.

The two exchanged a glance, then calmly looked away.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

The elderly couple did not miss their little movements.

The meal was pleasant.

The worried couple was the most pleased of all.

Wan Ying hurriedly took his little one and fled the battlefield.

They were far too talkative. His ears hurt from listening.

On the way back.

In the back seat.

Bian He looked aggrieved. "I'm hungry..."

Wan Ying kissed the corner of his mouth. The peach-flavored mouthwash really did smell nice.

"You just ate. How are you hungry already? Let me feel."

His hand landed on Bian He's stomach. It was indeed flat, and he could feel several defined abs.

The sensation was subtle.

He had never experienced it before.

"Hiss... Don't touch me anymore."

Bian He's gaze shifted slightly, his voice stiffening as he quickly grabbed the man's hand.

If this continued... he would not be able to control himself. He would not be able to endure it.

Wan Ying coughed lightly and withdrew his hand, pretending to be calm.

Forget it. If Bian He would not let him touch, then he would not touch. He was also close to losing control, and too much pheromone had leaked out.

He deliberately leaned against the window, leaving it open a crack. Cold wind poured in, dispersing the heat from his body.

The atmosphere fell silent once more.

Bian He tilted his head slightly, studying the man's expression as he blinked.

He slowly edged closer, pinched the man's clothes, and cautiously tested the waters. "Are you angry? You can touch me, okay? I'll only let you touch me."

The moment the words fell.

Wan Ying felt his vision go dark.

What the hell was his little treasure saying?

The thoughts he had finally managed to disperse surfaced again.

Before he could refute him.

His fingers were caught and placed against a patch of warmth.

Defined abs, one block after another.

They felt so good.

His mind wanted to calm down, but his body had other ideas.

His hand was reluctant to stop, stroking them over and over.

Listen.

A wicked impulse surfaced.

Wan Ying leaned over and pressed Bian He into the corner of the car.

"Why is your face so red? What are you thinking about?"