Stalker Fan, Omega Top and Alpha Bottom

Xiao Lu is such a loyal dog, in terms of family status 😏

Wei Churan walked in front without looking back, her steps were fast and urgent, and her high heels made a dull and rhythmic sound on the carpet in the corridor. Her back was straight, but her shoulders were slightly raised, and her whole figure seemed to be filled with anger. Lu Zhiyu followed her silently, keeping two steps away. The palm prints on his face were still burning, and the red marks on his neck were vaguely exposed from the edge of the collar. She didn't raise her hand to touch it, nor did she try to cover it up. She just lowered her head and followed Wei Churan quietly. The corridor is very long, and the wall lamps on both sides emit dim and soft light, pulling the shadows of the two people one behind the other, sometimes overlapping and sometimes separated. Wei Churan walked to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of the door. She took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. The call was answered almost instantly. Wei Churan's voice was low and she spoke very quickly. She said a few words briefly, and the person on the other end of the phone responded repeatedly. You could feel the frightened respect through the receiver. Sure enough, after a while, the manager of the hotel trotted over. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and he held a room card in his hand. When he handed it over with both hands, he bent very low and his posture was respectful. "Miss Wei, the room you ordered, this is the room key..." "Get out!" Wei Churan took the room card from his hand without even giving him a look, her voice was cold. The manager was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face froze for half a second. Then he came to his senses and didn't even dare to say a single extra word. He turned around and almost ran away. Lu Zhiyu stood on one side, silent and silent. Her hands hung by her sides, her fingertips slightly curled. The palm prints on her face were particularly clear under the light, glowing with an abnormal red color. With a "click" sound, Wei Churan opened the door, pushed it open and walked in. The room was dark, and the heavy curtains blocked the outside light. Wei Churan walked straight in without turning on the lights, and her figure melted into the darkness. Only the light from the corridor poured in from the door. Lu Zhiyu hurriedly raised his feet and followed him. However, the moment she stepped through the door, the door closed behind her, the light in the corridor was completely cut off, and the room fell into darkness. Immediately afterwards, Wei Churan's voice sounded in the darkness, especially cold, and there was also anger in the coldness: "Who asked you to come here?!" Lu Zhiyu was stunned for a moment. But within a moment, she realized that Wei Churan was just looking for trouble, and now she needed someone who could bear all her anger without resisting. And Lu Zhiyu is willing to be that person. So Lu Zhiyu's body reacted before his consciousness. His knees bent and his body sank. Almost as soon as the question was asked, Lu Zhiyu had already knelt down. The carpet was thick, and Lu Zhiyu's breathing stagnated slightly as his knees fell on it. She knew Wei Churan was just looking for trouble, but she was happy with it. As soon as she knelt down, before she even had time to adjust her kneeling position, Wei Churan stretched out her foot, first stepped on Lu Zhiyu's western cover lightly, and then crushed it. A dull pain came from his knees for a moment, but Lu Zhiyu felt a little sore and numb, his breathing suddenly became chaotic, and a barely audible sound escaped from his throat, but Lu Zhiyu held it back and did not hide or move. However, Wei Churan's feet did not stop there. The high heels moved up the west cover and along the thigh. The movement was not fast, but deliberately slowed down, as if to let Lu Zhiyu clearly feel every inch of the place that had been stepped on. Lu Zhiyu's fabric wrinkled slightly under the friction of the soles, making a slight rustling sound, and then he felt Wei Churan's toes kick her inside. The meaning of that movement was so obvious that Lu Zhiyu understood it almost instinctively. She moved Xigai tremblingly, dividing the pieces more. Then he knelt straight again, with his back straight. Kuzi tensed up due to the kneeling posture, outlining slightly tight lines. Wei Churan raised his feet in the next second, then stepped on them, stepping directly there. Lu Zhiyu didn't expect Wei Churan to be so direct. A strange tingling sensation exploded from the place where he was stepped on, running along the spine and up to the back of the head. She couldn't hold it back and blurted out an exclamation, which seemed particularly clear and harsh in the quiet darkness. But the next second, she hurriedly bit her lower lip, swallowing the remaining half of the sound, and only an extremely suppressed groan escaped from her throat. In the darkness, a sneer came from Wei Churan's breath. The laugh was very light, but it made Lu Zhiyu tense up. "Oh, Lu Zhiyu! Are you brave?!" After the words fell, Wei Churan leaned down. Lu Zhiyu felt a hand coming close to his face, and then his chin was pinched with great force. His knuckles dug into his chin with an inexplicable toughness. Wei Churan forced her to raise her head. Their faces were very close. Wei Churan raised her other hand and patted Lu Zhiyu's face continuously. The first few strokes were relatively restrained, as if they were humiliating, but as the slapping continued, the strength on the hand became heavier and harder, falling one after another. Lu Zhiyu's face was slapped to one side, then pushed back by the hand holding his chin, and then slapped away again. The anger in Wei Churan's eyes was still burning, but the anger was forcibly suppressed. "What?! You want to apologize for me?!" Wei Churan's voice was very low, squeezed out from between her teeth, and every word was filled with scorching warmth, "Do you need to apologize to that kind of person?! Huh?!" Every time she asked, a slap fell on her hand. "Need you to apologize for me?!" "Crack!" "Need you to stand on her side?!" "Crack!" "Need you to speak for her?!" "Crack!" The slapping hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. Wei Churan stopped patting her, and instead squeezed Lu Zhiyu's jaw tightly, almost digging into his flesh. Wei Churan's face came closer, so close that Lu Zhiyu could feel her breath blowing on his face, bringing with it scalding temperature and extremely suppressed anger. Wei Churan's eyes seemed to be burning, and his gaze was so hot that it almost burned through Lu Zhiyu's whole body. "No..." Lu Zhiyu's body trembled and his voice trembled. She could feel Wei Churan's Omega pheromones in the air filling the air, covering her from all directions, and the aura was aggressive. So Lu Zhiyu's breathing became faster, but Wei Churan's foot was still there, not moving away, not even reducing the strength. Lu Zhiyu's mind was a little confused. The smell of pheromones, the pressure from Wei Churan, the burning pain on her face, and the shackles of her jaw being squeezed all mixed together, making it difficult for her to organize her thoughts. But there was still a trace of remaining reason that drove her to tremble and explain: "It's just... It's just..." Before she finished speaking, a muffled groan escaped from her throat. The corners of Lu Zhiyu's eyes turned red, and he struggled uncontrollably, his head lowering uncontrollably. Because Wei Churan's hand had reached the back of her neck at some point. Through the thin layer of inhibitory patch, her fingers pressed against the glands. The touch came through the barrier, with a hint of tingling and a hint of pleasure... Wei Churan pressed hard without any warning, using her knuckles to press directly against the most sensitive and fragile glands. Lu Zhiyu's body trembled as if an electric current had passed through him, and the hands clenched on his knees suddenly tightened. His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and his fingertips were almost holding on to his pants. But Wei Churan continued to press her glands relentlessly, with irregular movements and no warning. Sometimes the force was increased as if it was crushing, sometimes it was suddenly released, and Lu Zhiyu pressed hard again before he could take a breath. Sometimes it was a fast-paced continuous press, one after another, dense and tricky, leaving no room for Lu Zhiyu to adapt or buffer. Every press touched the most fragile nerves deep in the vagina. Lu Zhiyu felt that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter. Tears began to roll in his eyes, accumulating more and more, and his vision became blurred. But Lu Zhiyu just endured it with all his strength, trying his best not to let those tears fall... Unexpectedly, Wei Churan's fading movements almost overlapped with the rhythm of pressing the glands. The rhythm and hand movements were sometimes synchronized and sometimes staggered. Two completely different but equally unbearable feelings came up at the same time, coming from different locations, causing Lu Zhiyu to almost collapse. Lu Zhiyu couldn't tell where to focus his thoughts for a moment. There were waves of numbness and dull pain coming from the back of her neck. It was so painful and trembling that she was trampled there. It was very painful for both sides, but Wei Churan refused to let her go on both sides. So Lu Zhiyu's head drooped lower and lower, and as his head continued to droop, the lines of the back of his neck were completely exposed. The slender neck looked particularly white in the dark, the glands were slightly raised, and the faint outlines under the skin could be seen through the suppression patch. And Lu Zhiyu's Yue Yao became softer and softer, becoming less and less able to support him. His stoop, which was originally kneeling upright, gradually collapsed. Yue Yao seemed to have had his bones removed, and was so soft that he was lying in front of Wei Churan. She couldn't help but want to stop Wei Churan's feet. The unbearable feeling was too strong, and her sexual instinct drove her to reach out and block it. Therefore, her tightly clenched hands had been loosened at some point, and they were weakly covering Wei Churan's ankles. Her palms held the slender ankle, which was warm and delicate. Her fingers tightened slightly, but she didn't dare to really use force or really stop Wei Churan's movements. Just holding it weakly... Finally she couldn't stand it any longer, so she spoke in a low voice, her voice hoarse and trembling, almost as if she was begging for mercy: "Wei..." "Huh?!" Wei Churan interrupted her almost immediately. The rising nasal voice contained a warning, but Wei Churan seemed to be waiting for this moment, the moment when Lu Zhiyu opened his mouth to beg for mercy. Lu Zhiyu's breathing became rapid and uneasy at some point, and every exhalation was accompanied by a tiny tremor. She spoke with a trembling voice, and those two words came out of her mouth with an almost humble plea: "Master... Please, please, you..." But Wei Churan didn't stop. On the contrary, those two words seemed to open a valve, making her movements more unscrupulous. The strength on her feet increased instead of decreasing, and she almost stepped on it, crushing it, turning her ankles... At the same time, Wei Churan's voice came coldly from above her head, and she called Lu Zhiyu's name through gritted teeth: "Lu Zhiyu!" Wei Churan leaned over and touched the edge of the suppressive patch on the back of Lu Zhiyu's neck with her fingers. Her fingertips hooked the thin patch and tore it off suddenly. The cool air instantly touched the warm skin on the back of the neck, and Lu Zhiyu's body shivered uncontrollably. Then Wei Churan tore off the restraint tape on the back of her neck. The two strands of Omega pheromones blended together almost at the same instant.

It looks good and I like it very much. Great writing, I got the [Orange Candy]

Pulling on the ankle... Are you trying to hit Xiao Huahua? [Question mark]

The title is very easy to understand 💛💛💛

Wei Churan pulled out and then sank in slowly, as slowly as if he were grinding. Every stroke brushed against the spot that Lu Zhiyu was most familiar with. It wasn't violent, but it pressed up every time.

Under the double stimulation, a white light exploded in front of Lu Zhiyu's eyes. She arched her waist, clenched the pillow with both hands, curled up her toes, and stretched her instep into an arc. The jade force was completely pulled out at this moment, and the feeling of emptiness came quickly and fiercely. Before Lu Zhiyu had time to digest this sudden loss, Wei Churan suddenly pressed down, and his fingers sank.

Under the double stimulation, a white light exploded in front of Lu Zhiyu's eyes. She arched her waist, clenched the pillow with both hands, curled up her toes, and stretched her instep into an arc.

With a slight click, Lu Zhiyu's tense body relaxed a little at this moment, and the tense arches of her feet fell back to the bed. She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes swept across Wei Churan's chin.

Because of this movement, Yushi moved an inch closer to the cauldron. She groaned and subconsciously raised her hands to cover her face.