uld even remind him that he had already drunk it, Han Xi had already picked up the cup of milk tea and brought it to his lips.He fell silent for a moment, feeling awkward.Ning Shu felt that she still...Ning Shu's brain felt a bit dizzy.

When I heard this, my mind went blank.

How could Yang Gong know that he was an oega.

The middle-aged man sighed wistfully, his eyes lingering on the omega whose entire being reeked of milky pheromones.

The more Yang Gong thought about it, the more excited he became, especially since he had already figured out how to pin this slender and handsome young man beneath him and then permanently mark him.he disdain, or the manipulation, within. He merely vaguely recalled a friend's words, that people like Fu Yu, from such a class, were born to stand high above, looking down on others.Ning Shu felt tha...