DYP 2

Chapter 2 – The Smell of Your Perfume

 

After returning home, Luo Xingyun ate a meal, changed his clothes, and rode to a high-end villa area on the outskirts of the city.

 

It was his aunt who opened the door.

 

Luo Xingyun explained the purpose of his visit but her eyes hesitated to speak.

 

Finally, she pointed upstairs: “The young master is in the second room on the left.”

 

Luo Xingyun has already heard from the child’s Omega father that this child is not easy to mess with.

 

But he just came for tutoring, so it’s not a big problem.

 

Luo Xingyun changed into slippers, went upstairs and knocked on the door. There was a sound of rolling from inside.

 

Luo Xingyun did not step away.

 

He has already charged three hundred yuan. Even if he dies, if he jumps from nowhere, he will have to stay for two hours and finish one session before leaving.

 

Luo Xingyun will never refund the money!

 

He held the doorknob and pushed it away without hearing it: “Hi, I am your tutor…”

 

The next words choked up.

 

In the dim light, the school bully in the south of the city, Hewanglan who he had just hit, was sitting on the ground, dealing with bloody wounds. He looked at him like a cold red poisonous snake.

 

Luo Xingyun desperately wanted to travel back to three seconds ago to beg himself not to open the door.

 

He and Hewanglan looked at each other for a few seconds and squeezed out a gentle and elegant smile: “Okay, it seems like you are busy. Then I should go first.”

 

After speaking, it was the same as when he came. He sewed the door smoothly, blocking the sight of predators.

 

Cold sweat burst out from every pore on his back in an instant.

 

Luo Xingyun raised his hand and slapped himself: What luck…

 

Surviving a catastrophe, before he had time to catch his breath, a deep and hoarse voice came from inside: “Get in.”

 

Luo Xingyun wanted to run, but after careful consideration, he didn’t dare.

 

He didn’t wear a headgear this time, and Hewanglan’s Omega dad knew his name and so on.

 

After deliberating for a few seconds, he pushed the door open again, with an amiable smile on his face: “Student, did you call me?” He makes it seem as if he is not looking at the bloody scene and was only simply facing the young master who called his servant.

 

Interest gathered in Hewanglan’s light-colored pupils, and he lazily patted the sofa: “Come, sit.”

 

“Oh, good.” Luo Xingyun carried his schoolbag and obediently sat in the position where he patted. His legs were tightly pressed together and trembling, highlighting the timidity and cowardice of an intellectual.

 

Hewanglan was overshadowed by Pei Yan, he hid in a corner alone and licked his wounds. He was in a bad mood, so he gathered a tutor for him to vent, it was better than nothing.

 

“Are you afraid?” The cat started playing with the mouse.

 

Luo Xingyun twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a not-so-good-looking smile.

 

“Do you know who I am?”

 

Luo Xingyun raised his eyes and immediately lowered his head. He shook his head, expressing that he didn’t know. ‘I don’t know. I won’t say anything, please.’

 

“Really?” Hewanglan sat on the ground, resting on his lap casually. He put his right elbow on his thigh and looked up at his face, “Teacher looks quite young, You also have the accent same with the locals. Where did you go to school?”

 

Alpha’s face is deep and three-dimensional, beautiful to the point of presumptuousness, and a pair of peach blossom eyes are shining brightly, rolling around his face and body with interest.

 

The meaning is obvious – how could you not have heard of me?

 

Luo Xingyun tried his best to appear stunned, stupid and scared, and muttered in a low voice: “I’m in college.” Luo Xingyun said to him, “Student, don’t you need to go to the hospital for your injury?”

 

“I’m too lazy to go.” Hewanglan laughed. He took out a cigarette and bit it. He then stretched his long legs, raised the corners of his gorgeous eyes, and lit the fire. “Teacher, will you help me?”

 

Luo Xingyun didn’t dare to refuse. He walked bitterly over the alcohol cotton on the coffee table.

 

Alpha spread out on the ground, becoming looser and looser.

 

The long hands rested behind his back, fully showing his muscular upper body and the scars on it.

 

The red viper-like gaze rested on him, half a smile but not a smile.

 

Under the pressure of being stared at by the predator, Luo Xingyun knelt down on one knee. He kept as far away from his hands as possible and quickly checked his body.

 

The beating was so fierce that there were a few more bruises. Judging by the way he swallowed, it didn’t look like he had suffered a serious internal injury. Alpha, this is copper skin and iron bones…

 

Luo Xingyun carefully sterilized the scratched and broken skin with alcohol, squeezed anti-inflammatory drugs, pasted gauze on it, and subconsciously avoided the deep mermaid thread that spread into his loose home pants.

 

Hewanglan squinted his eyes, and shoved his hands into his arms shamelessly.

 

Five fingers pointing down, buckling on his leg.

 

The field of vision is occupied by the slender and powerful arms. Although there are many cuts, the first thing he feels is the lean and powerful muscle lines.

 

And the high heat seeping through the thin pants.

 

Sweat dripped from Luo Xingyun’s forehead. He heard his heartbeat suddenly soared, but he didn’t show it. He just helped him treat these wounds silently.

 

The blood was wiped gently, the wound was medicated, and finally the bandage was carefully wrapped.

 

Hewanglan closed his hand and turned his wrist. His beautiful peach eyes were full of small temporary satisfaction: “Thank you, teacher.”

 

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome.” Luo Xingyun raised his hand and scratched his head, highlighting the honesty and kindness of an intellectual.

 

Before he could let go of his hand, Hewanglan suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him forward.

 

Luo Xingyun lost his balance and fell towards him. He subconsciously supported himself against the ground with his legs.

 

Under the cotton home pants, the warm and lean thigh muscles are so hard that they don’t look like a human body.

 

“What’s that smell on Teacher?” The two got very close, but Hewanglan didn’t think it was enough. His nostrils fluttered and he went up to sniff his neck.

 

In an instant—

 

“A dog’s nose is 10 million times smarter than yours, and it can distinguish between 20,000 to 100,000 different smells…”

 

‘Being Alpha is almost as the same too.’

 

Once this thought flashed through his head, Luo Xingyun’s eyes darkened.

 

He forgot this.

 

Maybe all his pretense was exposed the moment he walked in the door.

 

Bad dish.

 

He is not Pei Yan. Next year today the grass on his grave will be two meters high.

 

Luo Xingyun became vigilant. His expression faded. His humble and ingratiating appearance disappeared. His eyes lowered, staring at Hewanglan holding him in his arms.

 

His whole body was tense, ready to defend himself at any moment.

 

Strangely, Hewanglan just held him with great interest, not looking like he was going to kill someone.

 

Luo Xingyun suddenly thought of another layer: “…Before I came, I sprayed on perfume.”

 

Maybe Hewanglan just smells this.

 

As expected, Hewanglan teased and announced the fragrance notes: “Pink pepper, jasmine, sandalwood, cedar, amber, ebony…” At the end of the registration, five fingers wrapped in white bandages pressed the back of Luo Xingyun’s neck.  “Teacher are you a beta? You don’t suit this taste.”

 

Spicy, aggressive and too pyrotechnic.

 

“I spray it occasionally.” Luo Xingyun restrained his gaze.

 

Hewanglan looked at him meaningfully before letting him go. He then turned around and knelt down on the sofa, showing his back.

 

“Teacher, I still have an injury on my back.” He pressed his face sideways,and revealed a malicious eye from the sofa, “Teacher, help me deal with it?”

 

It was a long bruise.

 

The outside is white and yellow and then dark blue. While the center is bright red like blood.

 

It’s as if he was whipped.

 

All the injuries on his body were inferior to this one, like a whip fell into Luo Xingyun’s eyes, shaking his scalp numb.

 

He knew…he didn’t know…he did it on purpose…he didn’t mean to…

 

Every pore on Luo Xingyun’s body was pumped with cold sweat. His heart was almost jumping out of his throat. His mind was full of vacillating speculations, even breathing was tight in the sealed room under the dim light.

 

However, on the surface, this young man who hastily broke into the dragon’s lake and tiger’s lair has not changed in any way. Except for that moment, under the white to transparent temples, blue blood vessels protruded slightly.

 

With a serene smile, he met the malicious eyes and nodded lightly and normally: “Okay.”

 

He took the medicated oil, warmed it in his hands, and pressed his palms against the Alpha’s back.

 

“Teacher, I’m in so much pain.” Hewanglan’s hair was also long. A strand spread to the corner of his mouth and was gently pressed by the thin lips, acting coquettishly with a smile that was not actually a smile.

 

“Be patient.” The gesture was gentler again.

 

Alpha turned his head away. The muscular back under his hands became loose, smooth, and flat under the dim light. He even let out a comfortable hum.

 

Ten minutes later, Luo Xingyun closed his hands and took out a tissue: “It’s fine now.”

 

He knows some massage and knows that Hewanglan is fine. He was the one who hurted Hewanglan, but now he is the one aiding him. If Hewanglan… really recognized him, he could beat him up easily.

 

“The teacher is really amazing. I don’t feel any pain anymore.” Hewanglan got up and smiled at him, “Let’s continue next time.”

 

Luo Xingyun didn’t respond.

 

There will be ghosts only next time.

 

Hewanglan, with bare upper body, walked lazily to the desk. He took out a small black bottle from the drawer. It was square with a black bow tied at the opening and a round white pearl on it. The bottle is very delicate, only the size of a little finger, and it is even more miniature when it lies in the alpha’s wide palm.

 

“This is for the teacher.” Hewanglan presented it in front of Luo Xingyun. He lowered his voice, which became as sweet as honey, sounded extremely lingering.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“Perfume.” He subconsciously licked his lips, his skinny and bone-piercing eyes glanced at Luo Xingyun’s body inch by inch, “This one just now is not suitable for you.”

 

“…”

 

“Thank you,” Luo Xingyun put on a flattered look, “But I don’t accept gifts.”

 

Hewanglan ignored his refusal, pulled off the bottle cap, hung it on the top of Luo Xingyun’s head, tapped the bottom of the bottle with her index finger, and the transparent perfume fell on the Beta’s hair one drop after another.

 

The perfume quickly penetrated into his yellowish and dry hair, wetted a lock, flowed down his scalp, flowed all the way to the back of his neck, and flowed into his thin slender vertebrae.

 

If he is an Omega, it’s where the glands are.

 

The air is filled with an extremely rich sweet scent, like a whole garden blooming at midnight in midsummer.

 

Luo Xingyun closed his eyes.

 

Hewanglan leaned over, sniffed deeply at his neck, and then slowly exhaled a hot puff of air.

 

The coquettish eyes hooked him: “You are very sweet.”

 

“…”

 

This direction of development caught Luo Xingyun by surprise and the corner of his mouth twitched helplessly: “Have you finished your homework yet?”

 

Hewanglan smiled: “Teacher, I want to do something else.”

 

Luo Xingyun retreated to the sofa, put his schoolbag on his knees, and took out the pen and paper textbooks: “I’m here to make up your lessons.”

 

Hewanglan’s face darkened instantly: “I don’t like to hear it.”

 

“Then give me your test paper.”

 

Hewanglan lost his interest: “Find it yourself.” After finishing speaking, he went to bed and took out his mobile phone to play games.

 

Luo Xingyun found a few test papers and homework books from his room, put them on the coffee table, and read them one by one.

 

Hewanglan didn’t even read his test papers so seriously, and he gave all of his teachers a headache, saying that he was hopeless.

 

“What do you think?” Hewanglan teased him.

 

“Hmmm.” Luo Xingyun didn’t say anything.

 

Analyzing Hewanglan is difficult. He is unruly by nature, he can do whatever he wants. He even only answers test questions that are only pleasing to his eyes, and he is left alone if he is not in the mood. It took some time to find out what he really can’t do and what he is too lazy to do.

 

Based on the principle of returning more and making up less, Luo Xingyun listed the knowledge points he didn’t learn well, sketched out an outline, marked the pages in the textbook, picked a few sample questions for each, and wrote them all for him.

 

Although he is dressed as an adult in a white shirt and black suit trousers, he still can’t hold it up.

 

It’s just that his expression is flat, frowning, and writing, which does have the meaning that he is a tutor of some sort.

 

Hewanglan couldn’t help but look at him twice more. When this person doesn’t flirt with flattery, his bookish air comes out, which makes people feel peaceful for no reason.

 

His gaze finally landed on his fine-boned fingers—the massage technique was also good.

 

By the time Luo Xingyun finished his work, two hours had passed.

 

He put a clear outline on Hewanglan’s desk: “You can just study according to this.”

 

After finishing speaking, he smiled at him cowardly and bowed slightly: “I’ll go first.”

 

Hewanglan raised the corners of his lips, meaning to be naughty and mean: “Goodbye, teacher.”

 

“Goodbye, goodbye!” He was quite enthusiastic.

 

After leaving the family, Luo Xingyun hurriedly sent a WeChat message to the family’s Omega dad: [I’m sorry, my dad is sick. I have to go back to my hometown to take care of him, and I won’t be here anymore.]

 

Anyway, this class has already cleared money and goods, and he didn’t care what the other party thought. He went home and took a shower to wash off the sweet smell of rotten flowers and went to bed quickly.

 

He was very tired, but he tossed and turned and couldn’t fall asleep.

 

Hewanglan is really scary.

 

But looking at his follow-up performance, Luo Xingyun tends to think that he should be a villain who doesn’t know that he is a sap to deceive him.

 

The next day, Luo Xingyun yawned continuously, holding the thermos cup. He then went to the water dispenser to make tea.

 

For a while it is English morning self-study. If it is Chinese, he can still catch up on sleep, but unfortunately his English is too poor, and he is willing to use ten years of sleep in exchange for understanding a few minutes.

 

While bending over to pour boiling water, the humming conversation in the classroom suddenly died down.

 

Which alpha entered the door, Luo Xingyun thought lazily.

 

“Hello, monitor!”

 

“morning!!!”

 

“Morning monitor~”

 

“Brother Pei!”

 

The cheers from the crowd one after another answered his questions.

 

Luo Xingyun didn’t respond. He is still hunched over to make tea.

 

He seldom talks to strangers in class. He has shyness level ten and only communicates with the same group.

 

He was not familiar with the squad leader, not to mention that he was doing other things, so it was natural that he didn’t pay attention to the surrounding situation.

 

After the scare last night, he didn’t want to get involved with these alphas anymore.

 

Alpha is really scary!

 

Out of the corner of his eye, a pair of straight long legs walked to his side and stopped.

 

It’s obviously a static posture, but it releases the feeling of waiting for a response.

 

Luo Xingyun raised his head in astonishment, and bumped into a pair of dark and deep eyes.

 

Ruifeng eyes, smooth lines, deep and long eye tails- ever so delicate features.

 

The noble young man lowered his eyebrows and greeted the Beta in the corner who was not paying attention: “Morning.”

 

Luo Xingyun seemed to have seen a ghost.

 

But he was very shy in class, he just nodded and smiled serenely, just like an amiable old grandfather.

 

Pei Yan’s eyes were introverted, and he passed by him expressionlessly, and went to his place in a normal way.

 

After walking two steps, he turned around suddenly: “What’s the smell on you?”

 

Luo Xingyun really saw a ghost. He hesitantly lifted up his sleeve and smelled it, but there was no smell at all.

 

The alpha’s eyes deepened: “It’s very sweet.”

 

Luo Xingyun: “…?”