When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

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Shen Qiao bit the sugar and didn’t say a word. Lu Zhe waited and waited and didn’t wait for his answer, so he could only give up regretfully. He took a small bowl under the condiment table and walked to the side of Shen Qiao, his eyes patrolling among the luxuriant ingredients.

Lu Zhe is a typical type who wants to add anything to the dipping sauce——

Vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, XO sauce, chopped peanuts, coriander, green onions…

There is more and more in his bowl.

When he finally filled the bowl with two tablespoons of sesame paste, Shen Qiao next to him suddenly said:

“Sugar is pretty sweet.”

After finishing talking, he hid the lollipop in his cheeks, like a squirrel hiding winter food, his face was bulging, and the strong impression left by his facial features in the past disappeared. Lu Zhe saw a little for a while. Can’t recover from it.

And he himself didn’t seem to be aware of the contrast on his body. He still looked like he was too lazy to care about others. He leaned on the chair at the nearest table of the condiment table, looked at it indifferently, paused, and took it again. Next sentence:

“But what does it have to do with brother?”

Because of the sugar, the speech is a little vaguer than usual, and it sounds like a thick nasal voice, with an inexplicable sense of cuteness.

So Lu Zhe was stunned for a moment before he realized the two words he just said-brother.

The spoon full of sesame paste knocked on the edge of the imitation porcelain bowl, almost spilling the content outside of the bowl. Lu Zhe took the spoon in time. Regardless of the traces on his thumb holding the bowl, he stared at Shen Qiao with scorching eyes. :

“What did you just call me?”

Shen Qiao pretended to be stupid with a silly tone: “What?”

As soon as Lu Zhe put the bowl on the table next to him, he wanted to get Shen Qiao over and ask him again, but just as soon as he stretched out his hand, Shen Qiao had moved away from the place, and flashed backwards swiftly.

He held the bowl in one hand, and took out the lollipop in his mouth with the other. He lightly blocked Lu Zhe’s hand with his elbow, blinked his eyes slowly, and asked slowly:

“What are you doing so excited?”

Immediately, he cast his eyes on the dipping bowl Lu Zhe had placed there, and turned the subject away first: “I just said, when did you like to add tahini? Don’t you think that thing looks disgusting?”

Lu Zhe took a paper towel from a nearby table to wipe the traces of the seasoning on his hand just now, and raised his brows to Shen Qiao, his tone was still as gentle as water as usual, but his black eyes seemed to hide. Something dangerous, a thin light flashed by.

“Forget it,” he said, “I will let you go this time.”

Shen Qiao hummed silently, seemingly disapproving of his tolerant attitude.

Lu Zhe wiped the edge of his dipping bowl twice after wiping his hands, holding the bowl and walking back first, and on the road side by side with Shen Qiao, he answered the topic he had just said:

“In fact, the taste of sesame paste is not bad, but very few people eat it here.”

As soon as Shen Qiao heard it, he knew that this was another new taste that the other party tried when he was preparing for the college entrance examination alone in the northwest. It was a time he had never participated in after he separated from Lu Zhe.