When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

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After hearing Lu Zhe’s words, Shen Qiao’s movements of wiping her hair stopped, and the eyes under her black hair were as clear as water soaked. At this moment, a dizzy smile appeared, like a clear stream in the mountains.

He looked at Lu Zhe with a half smile, his tone slightly raised: “You…sleep with me?”

Lu Zhe didn’t repeat it, but went straight into the house. When he closed the door with his backhand, his gaze subconsciously passed over Shen Qiao’s shoulder. As expected, the room that had been cleaned up for him before had been restored to its original state, and things were lost everywhere, like dogs. Nest-like.

Seeing that he wanted to go inside, Shen Qiao took the initiative to step forward and blocked Lu Zhe at the door.

“Don’t make trouble.” He raised his brows, and Fengshen’s handsome brows contained a slight warning.

What is the result of letting Lu Zhe come in——

Everyone is Alpha, so he doesn’t bother to play stupid.

Lu Zhe also knew what he meant. His eyes fell on the three or two distinct red marks on his raised arm. He held his arm with his right hand and stared at the wound. He found that after being washed by the water, This piece of Shen Qiao’s skin was slightly swollen, and he couldn’t help frowning slightly.

Shen Qiao raised his arms and saw that he turned a deaf ear to what he said, and then suppressed his throat and called him: “Lu Zhe.”

Lu Zhe was not in a hurry to answer his question, but smiled and looked up. The arc of his eyes curled up like the branches of willows hanging down on the bank of the spring bank.

His thin lips lightly opened, and the dark traces on the corners of the lips still existed, and he unconsciously attracted Shen Qiao’s attention: “When you entered the house before, what did you promise me?”

After he reminded him like this, Shen Qiaoden remembered what he had forgotten, and pulled his arm. There was a perfunctory tone in his tone: “I know, I’ll take the medicine later, okay?”

Lu Zhe hit the nail on the head and said, “You just fool me, you don’t know how to smear it at all.”

The reason?

When I saw Shen Qiao’s allergies at school, Lu Zhe accompanied Shen Qiao to the hospital. He ran into him by chance in the next half month. He still saw the injuries on his body. He even lined up in the cafeteria one time and heard Shen in front of him. Joe’s friend joked with him:

“When will Brother Shen’s object be brought out for us to see? The’Medal of Honor’ you scratched has been in front of the whole school for more than half a month. Should the Lord come out too?”

As a result, Shen Qiao only squinted his eyes indifferently, and said casually: “Wait, you can always see it.”

Lu Zhe listened to them for a long time, and finally couldn’t help but ask Shen Qiao: “You don’t apply some medicine?”

Shen Qiao snorted, then casually turned around and said to him: “It’s not necessary, it will be fine in two days anyway.”

…

It’s the same now.

When Shen Qiao saw that Lu Zhe didn’t believe his words, he knew that he had read through his own nonsense, and immediately stopped struggling, and said straightly and openly: “The medicine will be sticky, and the bed will be all over the bed. White paint, not to mention that I will be fine in two days.”

Lu Zhe saw the medicine he threw on the chair casually, pushed Shen Qiao away, and walked into the house without reasoning with him. He said bluntly: “So I will help you with medicine, and you will go to sleep when the ointment is dry. ——It just so happens that you can still blow your hair.”