The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Since Lan Ze was adopted by the kind housekeeper couple, no one mentioned the past anymore. This was a deliberate forgetfulness. After treatment, Lan Ze's impression of many things became blurred, but no one expected that another child still remembered.

When they slept in the same bed, Wen Zhiyao heard everything from Lan Ze. It was just a little bit that he could understand, but it was so cruel that he often hid away and cried alone.

Those unforgettable pains gradually turned into a desire to protect and a sense of responsibility. Although Wen Zhiyao was one year younger, he was always used to taking care of the other.

For example, Lan Ze always woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night, and she would quietly crawl into his arms. If she wanted him to fall asleep, she would put her weight on him and hold him tightly with her hands and feet. If he couldn't stop crying, she would cover his mouth and nose and let him calm down slowly in the suffocation...

He seemed more accustomed to being soothed by pain than being comforted.

They grew up slowly, but when they were in high school, Lan Ze suddenly said she didn't want him anymore. Wen Zhiyao felt wronged, but secretly felt lucky, because although he was good at disguising, Lan Ze was also good at observing, and the darkness deep in his heart might one day be unable to hide.

Initially, differentiation must be blamed. Wen Zhiyao differentiated into the superior ALPHA as everyone expected, and the desires of adolescence followed suit.

And Lan Ze appeared in every one of his erotic dreams.

Well, if this is still normal, then what happens next is not so good -

It was just an ordinary night, the two of them had been playing crazy on the beach all day and were exhausted. They fell on the sofa with their legs spread out, both of them were thirsty, but they didn't want to move, so they poked each other with their feet.

"Go get the drinks. I'm the one who gets them for you during the day." Wen Zhiyao said weakly.

"No," Lan Ze hung on the sofa like a soft seaweed, "It was clearly Uncle Pei who brought it over, and you just handed it to me."

"Then I carried you back from the beach, which was several miles!"

"Who stepped on my sandals first?"

Wen Zhiyao knew he was in the wrong and was lazy, so he really didn't want to move, so he called his name seriously: "Lan Ze."

As he expected, as soon as he called him like that, Lan Ze straightened up, his cat-like eyes widened, and he waited for him to speak very seriously.

"Come closer." Wen Zhiyao leaned against the sofa, no smile on his face, and used an imperative tone, "Come closer to me."

Lan Ze stood up subconsciously, walked in front of Wen Zhiyao, and bent down slightly. At that moment, he probably didn't realize how obedient he was.

"Look, you're standing up now," Wen Zhiyao smiled again and pinched his cheek, "Please get me a drink, thank you."

That day, Wen Zhiyao got the drink as he wished. A week later, in preparation for a dance party, he used the same trick again and asked Lan Ze to wear a skirt to learn dancing with him. Lan Ze was shy and nervous, holding the hem of her skirt and squatting there to pretend to be a mushroom, but as long as he was told to stand still in a cold voice, he would cooperate obediently - just like the princess on the music box would dance obediently as long as the spring was turned.

Two weeks later, Wen Zhiyao suddenly woke up from his dream - he found that Lan Ze in his dream would not refuse any orders from him, so in his dream, he acted unscrupulously to an extremely excessive degree.

What made him sweat even more was that he imagined that if he asked Lan Ze to lie down obediently and put his hands behind his back in real life, he would probably do so...

He just imagined the scene briefly when he was awake, and Xie Guangming's old face suddenly jumped into his mind and overlapped with his own face... For a moment, Wen Zhiyao almost vomited. If he bullied Lan Ze as wantonly as he did in his dream, then what was the difference between him and the damn Xie Guangming!
Wen Zhiyao was terrified and fell into confusion and fear. He realized that this might be what his father meant by "the desire to be superior to others". Sometimes it was simple lust, but more often it was a mixture of the two.

But even though he consciously restrained himself, Lan Ze was getting more and more excessive. Why did he always look at him with his slender and fragile neck tilted up, looking at him expectantly? Why did he hug his pillow and rub his legs, and when he was caught, he looked like "Oh, I was wrong, punish me"?

But he couldn't respond, because his best friend was precious and fragile, he had been hurt a lot, and he absolutely could not be one of the people who hurt him.

Wen Zhiyao's mind was full of thoughts, and he thought more than anyone else, but his appearance showed no signs of this, and he was still sunny and heartless - this might have been inherited from Wen Qiu. Throughout high school, Lan Ze always thought that he had kept a distance from him, but he didn't know that Wen Zhiyao had drawn this boundary secretly and firmly.

When going on a picnic, Wen Zhiyao would give snacks to every classmate so that he could feed his little Lan Ze; during festivals, he would give flowers to every omega so that he could take the opportunity to give him the best one; on weekdays, he would smile to everyone, and when he saw him, he would also smile brightly - he loved him quietly in the same way he loved everyone.

It wasn't until after the senior prom in their senior year that they broke free of all the barriers in Duke's dark and cramped studio, and Wen Zhiyao's answer at the time was a rejection.

Rejection, but his calm heart was disturbed. Wen Zhiyao had to consider this question: Although he was not the one who hurt him, if Lan Ze liked to be hurt, he would find other substitutes. If it was not him, it would be the new Duke.

Whenever he thought of this, the emotion that surged in his heart was undoubtedly jealousy; however, when he thought about playing the role of Duke, he was filled with confusion. That feeling of tension could be traced back to when he was very young, when he hugged the scarred Lanz and swore that he would never allow anyone to hurt you again.

The hasty book of youth soon reached its end. Before Wen Zhiyao could come up with an answer, parting had already arrived. The transoceanic plane crossed the sky, leaving behind two tracks that were gradually moving away. From then on, each of them went their separate ways.

/
Four years later, Congcheng.

Congcheng is located in the south, with a humid monsoon climate and backed by mountains and forests. It has a unique landform and rich biological resources, with more than 20 species of national first-class protected plants alone.

The Congcheng Botanical Research Institute is also a leading scientific research institution in China. After graduating from university, Lan Ze applied for a postgraduate degree here. He stayed in this quiet place and did the scientific research he loved.

To the teachers and students of the Institute of Plant Research, this OMEGA is a complete mystery. In order to avoid squeezing into the student dormitory, he bought a nice house next to the institute when he first arrived. His clothes are generally simple and monotonous, all of which are cheap clothes worth a few hundred yuan, but occasionally he will take out something very scary, such as a watch worth millions of yuan, a limited edition bracelet, and a VIP card that allows him to go anywhere without any obstacles...

Besides that, he was stunningly beautiful, with dark eyes and long eyelashes, and a few strokes of ink to depict his charm. But he hardly smiled, and looked cold and aloof, like a gardenia soaked by rain.

Also, he only ever wears his left earring; his right ear isn't even pierced.

Of course, many impressions are just illusions. All of this stems from the fact that they did not lift a corner of Lanze's white coat and did not see the ambiguous scars all over his white body.

In September in Congcheng, it always rains heavily without warning, so the locals always remember to bring an umbrella when they go out. As for outsiders who rashly barge in, the rain will replace the Buddhist locals and give them a baptism on the head.

On that weekday evening, someone knocked on Lan Ze's door, bringing with him the smell of rain.

The handsome young man was soaked to the skin, like a homeless stray dog. It was raining heavily outside, and it was drizzling on him, but even with his messy hair dripping with water, he still smiled brightly.

"This is amazing! The weather forecast clearly said it wouldn't rain!" Wen Zhiyao casually pushed his wet hair back, "but it started raining as soon as I left the terminal!"

Lan Ze didn't say anything, just stared at him steadily, that straight gaze was like a ruler, slowly measuring him. In four years, Wen Zhiyao had grown into a man, his slender body filled the door frame, his well-trained muscles wrapped in a wet shirt, the only thing that remained unchanged was the beautiful eyes inherited from Wen Qiu, still sparkling with the enthusiasm of his youth.

Actually, he came to Congcheng after graduation, while Wen Zhiyao was wandering around the world, practicing his creative ideas. The two hadn't seen each other for a whole year.

Going back further, during the four years in college, because of different holidays, even if they met, it was always in a hurry.

This time, Wen Zhiyao went to Congcheng to tinker with his jade and jewelry business, but couldn't find a suitable place to stay, so he planned to stay at Lan Ze's house for a while.

"I have to take a shower first," Wen Zhiyao took off his wet coat, took the towel he handed over, wiped his hair carelessly, and walked in barefoot, "Can I borrow your bathroom?"

Although they had contacted each other on the phone before, Lan Ze still felt like he was caught by surprise by his arrival, as if the tide had already surged in before the sand bunker was built.

He held Wen Zhiyao's wet clothes and followed him closely. "There are washing machines and dryers here. Take off your clothes and throw them in to wash. I've prepared a new towel and a new toothbrush for you. The blue one... Here are toiletries, shampoo, shower gel..."

Lan Ze introduced the bottles and jars, but when he came to a certain bottle, he suddenly paused, then picked up the next bottle calmly.

"Hmm?" Wen Zhiyao was completely curious. He raised the unlabeled transparent bottle and shook it. "What is this?"

If his curiosity is not satisfied, he will really secretly pour it out and smear it or even taste it... Lan Ze had to tell him: "This is lubricant."

So the bachelor apartment couldn't withstand a surprise attack. He actually forgot to put this away before.

His expression was a little too calm. Wen Zhiyao said, "Oh," and said, "I thought OMEGA didn't need lubricant."

"If the thing is too big, then you need it." Lan Ze took the small bottle out of his hand and held it in his own hand. "Hurry up and take a shower. Don't touch my things."

He pushed the door open and went out, leaving Wen Zhiyao standing alone in the steamy bathroom. He lowered his head to look down and scratched his hair in distress.

What is it like to rush here in the rain right after getting off the plane, meet your first love whom you haven't seen for four years, and get an erection within ten minutes?
As soon as Lan Ze walked out of the bathroom, he quickened his pace, returned to the bedroom and quickly closed the door. The small bottle was warm in his palm, and he knew very well that he had lied. Sometimes he just wanted to meet his physiological needs, so he would use this bottle of lubrication - even an OMEGA's body would be dry when he was not in the mood.

However, just following behind Wen Zhiyao and watching the curve of his back relax with his movements, he was already soaked.

Wen Zhiyao took a long bath and Lan Ze also stayed in the bedroom for a long time. When they came out and met again, they both felt a little embarrassed for some reason.

Although this apartment is large, all the rooms were connected during the renovation, so there is only one bedroom. Lan Ze carried his bedding to the sofa, intending to leave the bed for Wen Zhiyao.

"No, no," Wen Zhiyao said quickly, "I'm embarrassed to bother you. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Can you sleep there?" Lan Ze asked matter-of-factly. The sofa was very short, and unless Wen Zhiyao took down his long legs and held them in his arms, there was absolutely no way he could fit in.

"Hmm..." Wen Zhiyao thought so too, and seeing that the bed in his bedroom was very big, he said, "Then let's sleep on the bed together."

Lan Ze stared at him quietly while holding the quilt, and asked again: "Are you sure you want to sleep in the bed with me?"

"I know that AO does not allow close contact," Wen Zhiyao shrugged easily, "but I am not an ordinary ALPHA, you have to have confidence in my character."

"So if I climb into your arms and ride on your waist in the middle of the night, you won't react to me, right?"

Lan Ze threw the quilt on the sofa and pushed the frightened Wen Zhiyao into the bedroom. "It's late. Go to bed. Don't you have a meeting with so-and-so tomorrow?"

Wen Zhiyao was controlled by this sentence for a full 10 seconds. When he saw that the bedroom door was about to be closed, he suddenly pushed the door open and grabbed Lan Ze's arm.

"Four years, it's been four years..." Wen Zhiyao then held his shoulders and asked anxiously, "Do you still want me?"

"Don't even think about it," Lan Ze brushed his hand away and looked at him coldly, "You can't satisfy me."

This sentence is a serious provocation to any ALPHA, but Wen Zhiyao just showed the look of a wounded puppy, "But we haven't even been together, how do you know..."

"You said you couldn't put a leash on me, have you forgotten?" As he said that, Lan Ze lifted the corner of his sweater, starting from the purple marks on his waist to the mess on his chest, as if he was slowly uncovering a lewd erotic scroll, and everything was presented in front of him.

Wen Zhiyao's throat tightened, and he even forgot to blink and breathe, as if he was bewitched. The wildfire of desire burned in his blood vessels, and twisted jealousy and anger surged up, just like when he found that damn earring stud, and instantly lost his mind and broke the three-year agreement.

Lan Ze saw his reaction clearly, grabbed his hand and pressed it on the bruise on his chest, pressing it down with some force. Although he frowned in pain for a moment, an obsessed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You see, this is how I get pleasure. If I just do it normally, I can't get hard at all."

“…” Wen Zhiyao felt that the palm of his hand that touched him was about to burn. He was silent for a while, and finally spoke with difficulty, "I always remember the things in my childhood, and how you were hurt, so I am very afraid that I will hurt you…" "From a very early time, I had… improper feelings for you, maybe earlier than you think. Sometimes I just want to like you simply, but when you show that kind of enjoyment, I can't help but want to hurt you." He lowered his head, his voice trembling, "Whenever I think that I might hurt you, I will be very sad and blame myself… I'm sorry, I really didn't know how to respond to you at that time."

Lan Ze listened silently. Perhaps it was because he had been waiting hopelessly for too long that he could even taste sweetness in his avoidance, because that meant that he was special and it was his only selfishness. The shadow behind the sun represented all the boy's timidity and caution.

He took a step forward. He had always been the more proactive one since he was a child. Although he was so nervous that his heartbeat was about to overload, he still had to ask an answer: "What about now? Do you still feel scared?"

"No," Wen Zhiyao looked at him obsessively. The marks on his fair skin were like flowers - fallen flowers blooming in hell. "I think they are very beautiful."

Lan Ze laughed and opened his arms, "Do you plan to be a saint for the rest of your life, or do you want to hug me now?"

Wen Zhiyao's hands were faster than his thoughts. He hugged him tightly, and his arms squeezed him into his arms, so tightly that his toes left the ground. He hugged him so hard and roughly that it seemed that this was not a sudden burst of passion, but an uncontrollable emotion that had been accumulated for more than ten years. "I like you, Lan Ze, I have liked you for a long time... I don't want everyone's love, I just want all your love."

"Always," Lanzer sighed in his ear, "all the love."

Hearing this, the big dog seemed to choke up and immediately raised his head aggrievedly: "Then you have to break up with your boyfriend! Now! Immediately!"

"Not a boyfriend," Lan Ze touched his head, "just a regular partner."

But even if they were just partners, the fact that they left so many marks still made Wen Zhiyao jealous. He pushed the man against the wall and carefully touched every inch of his skin from head to toe, finally confirming that there were indeed no piercing marks on his body. For someone who was so obsessed with pain, he only had one ear pierced by himself for so many years.

The glittering earring on the left ear was a beautiful silver star. Wen Zhiyao couldn't help but kiss it, rolling the soft earlobe with his tongue and biting the pure silver earring with his teeth. The harder he bit, the better Lan Ze's reaction was, like a silent encouragement.

If you like pain, I'll give it to you. Dark flames were surging in his body, and Wen Zhiyao reached down with the same rough force. Lan Ze had given his all, so he greedily swallowed him up, like a wet and muddy total lunar eclipse.

/
At night, the two of them shared the big bed, but given how entangled they were, it seemed that the small sofa was more than enough to accommodate them.

The cell phone on the bedside table vibrated. Lan Ze struggled to stretch out one hand to reach for the phone. Before his sore waist could even exert strength, Wen Zhiyao, who was still sleepy, reached over him, reached out his long arm, and handed him the phone.

Lan Ze's eyes slowly drifted from her new boyfriend's handsome face to her phone - three days had passed, and the partner still kept texting her, asking, "We were a perfect match, weren't we? Why did you suddenly want to end the relationship?"

Why? Because three days ago he received a call from Wen Zhiyao that he was coming to stay overnight. He was not sure about it, but he had the courage to fight to the death. Perhaps the flowering season had ended for too long, and the continuous rain in September in Congcheng indicated that the fruiting season was about to come.

Wen Zhiyao's cell phone was also ringing. He opened his sleepy eyes and took a look, and found that it was his rich second-generation classmate and entrepreneurial partner from Congcheng who was complaining crazily.

He said: There is a big house available for you to live in for free, but you don't want it. Instead, you have to run halfway across the city to sleep on the floor at your friend's house. Is there something wrong with your brain?
He added: "I would spend millions of dollars to drive to pick you up, but you refused. Now you are soaked to the skin! Are you stupid?"

Foolishly, Wen Zhiyao just smiled without saying anything. He turned on the silent mode of his phone and threw it aside. He hugged the soft and fragrant girl in his arms tightly and rested his head comfortably in Lan Ze's fragrant and soft black hair.

/
Wen Zhiyao prepared the first gift after they were together very carefully.

He picked up his metal carving skills again and made a small platinum dog tag, on which he personally engraved Lanz's name. However, this time the dog tag was not connected to a dog chain, but a nipple ring.

The process of piercing is naturally more complicated than getting earrings, but Wen Zhiyao's hands are much steadier than when he was a child. Because of the excitement, the little thing has already protruded, so Wen Zhiyao patiently massages it until it is hard and engorged with blood, carefully disinfecting it with alcohol. He does it quickly and neatly, not even a drop of blood sheds, but Lan Ze still whimpers in pain and falls on his legs with tears in her eyes - of course, it may not be painful.

Although the dog tag was small, it still had some weight, pulling that part down. Of course, this was also intentional by Wen Zhiyao. This unignorable feeling of pain would always show the owner's presence, as if he was pinching him and giving him pain.

Wen Zhiyao guessed that Lan Ze probably liked this gift, well, maybe a little too much. The cool and beautiful OMEGA was naked, kneeling on the ground with her legs together, looking up at him with desire.

He was wearing a collar with a rope around his neck, and now he took the initiative to hand the rope over to me, looking at me with bright eyes expectantly. Wen Zhiyao swallowed his saliva: "Does it have to be like this..."

"Is it not possible?" Lan Ze tilted his head to look at him, and puffed out his chest as if he was very proud of it, "You even put a dog tag on me."

Wen Zhiyao knew in his heart that this was actually the lowest level of game that did not involve pain.

The feeling of breaking the taboo was too strong, and his hands were shaking with excitement. He rolled the rope around his hands several times and strode ahead. At the other end of the taut rope, his little dog had to raise his neck and crawl forward with great effort. The dog tag hanging on his chest swayed, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

The cold, hard floor made his knees turn blue, but the scent of gardenia filled the room, like a warm spring rain, gradually seeping into his hair and skin.

Wen Zhiyao had no idea how much Lan Ze enjoyed it, but he only knew that he later had to clean up the dripping water marks along the entire route.

However, even though he was the so-called "master", Wen Zhiyao could clearly feel that it was not him who was taming Lan Ze, but Lan Ze who was taming himself, capriciously transforming himself into the appearance he wanted according to his wishes.

But in this game, he lost happily.

/
That winter, Wen Qiu and Pei Du came to Congcheng to visit their two children on a whim.

Of course, they came very suddenly, aiming to catch the enemy by surprise.

Wen Zhiyao has been traveling around the world since graduation. He is a wild child who cannot control his mind. This time he has stayed in a small Congcheng for so long that Wen Qiu can guess something is going on with his eyelashes.

When Wen Zhiyao received the call and heard his mother say that she would come to visit soon, he immediately panicked - of course, he didn't know at this time that Wen Qiuren was already downstairs in his house when he made the call.

The death notification call was made only at Pei Du's kind advice, because Pei Du said, "It would be so embarrassing if we caught them having sex."

Wen Qiu thought it made sense, and after hanging up the external speaker, he stroked his chin and asked, "Did you hear him sound like I interrupted him halfway through?"

I could just tell that he was about to cry... Pei Du kept saying things like not to embarrass the child, but his hand pressed the elevator button faster than anyone else.

After climbing just a dozen floors, they arrived in the blink of an eye. They rang the doorbell, and it was Wen Zhiyao who opened the door with his T-shirt half pulled into his waistband. For some reason, all the windows in the house were open, and the air was flowing very well.

Wen Zhiyao actually didn't mind confessing his relationship to his parents. The problem was that the things in their room didn't seem like what a normal young couple would use. If Wen Qiu found out... the little whip that had been lying on the sofa not long ago had just been maintained, his mother would definitely whip him into a tornado top.

Lan Ze popped his head behind him and called him uncle twice. The air conditioner in the room was turned on very warmly. He was only wearing a thin sweater close to his body, and the shape of a nipple was faintly visible on his left chest. They hurriedly packed up all the hidden items, but forgot about the mountain of evidence hanging on their chests.

Wen Qiu and Pei Du's eyes could not help but slide towards that place, and the air seemed to freeze. Wen Zhiyao's mind buzzed, and four big words "My life is over" flashed through his mind. Lan Ze hid behind him half a beat later, and his face gradually turned red.

Pei Du was indeed a man who had seen many storms. After a second of hesitation, he handed the food box to Wen Zhiyao calmly, "Here, Qiuqiu made something delicious for you."

"Wow, there's my favorite cake! Long live Daddy!" Wen Zhiyao shouted exaggeratedly. Lan Ze also said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Wen."

Then the air became silent again because Wen Qiu didn't say anything.

Wen Qiu crossed his arms expressionlessly, his eyes swept across everyone's faces, and then he said as if nothing had happened: "Is your kitchen available? I brought a lot of fresh ingredients here, I'll cook dinner. Lan Ze, can you come and help?"

"Okay..." Lan Ze nodded obediently, pulling on a piece of his clothes and following him - as soon as he came in front of Wen Qiu, his mind and behavior became infinitely close to that of a kitten.

After they entered the kitchen, Wen Zhiyao patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he saw his father looking at him, as if he was disgusted with his lack of ambition.

"It took me four years, and it took you four years to pursue my mom," Wen Zhiyao muttered, "We're tied..."

Pei Du patted him on the back of his head and said, "You must suffer the same loss I suffered. You have not improved at all."

"But we were too young back then..." Wen Zhiyao said, covering his head, "Even if we start again now, we haven't missed a long time. I think this is good too."

"What do you think?" Pei Du sat down on the sofa. "It was a decision your mother and I made unanimously to arrange for him to go to France."

Wen Zhiyao sat down next to him, just like when he was a kid and he always had endless things to talk about with his father. "In the past four years, I have been to many places and met many people. I found that this world is really as boring as you said, but it is very interesting."

"He's cute, he's pretty, he's very, very likable," Wen Zhiyao couldn't help but smile, "Dad, I really, really like him."

In the kitchen over there, Lan Ze was busy helping out, intentionally hunching his back so as not to make the shape of his chest too obvious, and his cheeks were flushed the entire time.

Wen Qiu glanced at him and found new evidence of his crime - Lan Ze's neck was covered with kisses and bite marks, as if it had been bitten by a dog.

In his mind, Wen Zhiyao and Lan Ze were both cabbages carefully selected and bred in his own fields, and neither of them was a wild boar. But who could have thought that one of the cabbages would grow hands and feet and push over the other beautiful cabbage.

While feeling grief-stricken, Wen Qiu decided to ask about the situation first: "Did you agree?"

"Huh?" Lan Ze looked at him in confusion before he could react.

Through the thin sweater, Wen Qiu used his fingertips to move the dog tag on his chest, "I'm talking about this."

"Hmm!" Lan Ze opened his eyes wide, bent his back in reaction, then nodded with a red face.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Wen Qiu was still worried, "Isn't it because you like or are obsessed with that guy too much?"

Lan Ze looked at Wen Qiu's green eyes - very similar to Wen Zhiyao's, but lighter in color, clearer and sharper. He tried to express himself clearly: "This is what I want, and Zhiyao is cooperating with me."

"Okay, I understand." In fact, after so many years, Wen Qiu couldn't say that he hadn't noticed his situation at all. "It's also my fault for not noticing it in time."

He himself had become a doctor after a long illness, and he could roughly guess that Lan Ze's masochistic tendencies since childhood were actually related to his traumatic experiences. It was just that he had not discovered and corrected them since childhood, and it was difficult to change now. They probably had played everything a long time ago. Don't think he didn't notice the furry handcuffs tied to the bedpost.

The only thing that made him feel at ease was that Lan Ze chose Wen Zhiyao as his partner. He had great confidence in his son and knew that he could stay calm, control the rhythm, and not cause any harm.

"I know you've liked him since you were a kid," Wen Qiu lifted his chin and looked at this pitiful little face, "So does he like you?"

"Yes," Lan Ze nodded more firmly, "Zhi Yao likes me very much."

The possessive piercings and dog tags, the gentle whips and kissing candies, the wanton humiliation and the pitying touches were all loving gifts received from him.

"Hmm..." Wen Qiu looked at his infatuated look, as if he was seeing himself falling in love with Pei Du without hesitation when he was young. People like them would love more deeply and more difficult to extricate themselves.

"Xiao Lanze, don't just hurt yourself, but also let him know the pain," Wen Qiu rubbed his head and shared with him the valuable experience he had gained in love. "If he knows the pain, he will learn to love."

(End of this chapter)