Honey Fruit [Oo Love]

[TIPs] I am busy with my studies. I will concentrate on finishing the time code and send it slowly. If no one is watching, I will finish it by myself. [Oolian. Shouyou] Song Chen #vall# *In a world where bone-eroding cold and scorching sun mix, little beauties and big beauties lick each other's wounds. —— * She has been stuck in the abyss of darkness for too long. The crazy and unfamiliar face of her Omega mother when she was sick, the oppressive pheromones of Alpha at the wine party, the pitiful and contemptuous eyes of Beta... Bai Xu, who has not yet differentiated for the second time, numbly faces the unchangeable fact that he is an Omega, and watches with cold eyes as they treat him like a commodity label. In a world filled with gloom for a long time, Bai Xu never imagined that there would be someone with a faint fruity fragrance who would pull him up, not disdain at all his sweet body that had been wrapped in filth and disgust for too long, and gently caress the scars under his clothes. * A first love that lasted for six years could not resist the ridiculous curse of the seven-year itch at the beginning. The lifelong glandular defects caused by the accidental differentiation once made Song Chen worse than the lowest Omega, but his boyfriend who always stood by his side made him gradually believe in the fidelity of love. But the messy ending seems to mock Song Chen's innocence. After Song Chen kicked her soft-hearted boyfriend out of the house, it was raining in her heart, but she picked up a lonely and awkward child in the midsummer when the scorching sun and showers alternated between outside. A helping hand in a dark alley, a hand raised to block the drink at a bar, a soft-hearted opening of the door... Unconsciously, Song Chen covered Bai Xu under his umbrella and never let go. —— * "Brother, your pheromones smell so good." Bai Xu buried his head on Song Chen's collarbone, greedily and carefully kissed the slightly incomplete gland, while teasing his lover's lower body, "Brother... I still want to..." Song Chen gently stroked the area around Bai Xu's glands that were still red and swollen after overexertion last night. He also touched Bai Xu's soft waist, pretending not to hear the last sentence: "Is there any? The little bees stick to the honey all day long, which is the most fragrant and sweetest thing." "It's not like it's stuck in the honey. It's obviously my brother's passion fruit flavor that bites me so hard." Bai Xu deliberately went down to tease him. The little Omega who was injured in the past and was too timid to tell his true feelings now has a big Omega to rely on who has embraced him through thousands of sails. He finally dared to let out the mellowest and sweetest mouthful of honey deep in his heart. —— * "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no mentioning the honey juice oooooooo, brother you are all covered by me..." "What are you doing?" Although Song Chen's waist was weak and a little tired, he still tightened the grip with evil intentions. As expected, Bai Xu came out quickly, and he pushed him to lie down on the bed, "Baby, it's my turn..." —— Song Chen (chen 4th tone): Omega whose glandular defects cannot be marked. Works as an art director in a family business. Bai Xu: The BO-born Omega has perfect genes. She was dragged into the modeling and child star industry by her mentally ill mother to survive. —— Note: 1. It can be regarded as receiving and attacking each other. 2. The age difference is 10 years. Song is slightly taller than Bai by half a head, so there is a slight body size difference. 3 There will be perspectives from both sides, mainly Bai Xu's. 4. In an imaginary world, please don't be too particular. It's about cutting off one's own leg meat and letting it fly without food to eat. It's estimated to be 70,000 to 80,000 words. There will be no v during the serialization period. The update time is uncertain. I'm very much looking forward to leaving messages. 5. HE~ 6. Do not mention other authors or works under my article. Thank you. Intention: In this broken world, there is always an umbrella that can hold up for you.