The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe. He didn't want Pei Du to see the ring at all. The ring he had bought after so much hesitation was not as good as any of the gifts in the plastic bag.

All his preparations and all his thoughts turned out to be the same joke.

But Pei Du still opened the box and turned on the light. Suddenly, everything became clear. Pei Du looked up and looked at the simple platinum ring under the light. The little light was reflected in his eyes. "It's very beautiful. Thank you. I like it very much."

He looked more sincere than ever, with undisguised love in his eyes, like a child seeing snow for the first time. But the more he looked like this, the more Wen Qiu knew that he was drunk, and he might not know what he was doing.

"give me back……"

Pei Du refused to return it, and even tried to put it on his left ring finger. Of course, it was too small to fit, so he tilted his head and said to himself, "Hey, why can't I put it on..."

"Give it back to me!" Wen Qiu tried to grab it, but Pei Du easily held both of his wrists with one hand, and then used his arm to hold him against the door. Then he slowly changed the position of the ring and put it on his little finger, nodding with satisfaction: "Well, this is right."

Wen Qiu stared at it in a daze. The small silver ring fit perfectly on his slender little finger, more suitable than he had imagined before. But at this moment, this perfection seemed to be a kind of irony. Those who could not cherish his feelings were not worthy of his gift.

Wen Qiu struggled to break free from his restraints, grasped the ring on his little finger, stared into his eyes and said word by word: "Give it back to me."

Pei Du's smile disappeared, and he responded with a firmness no less than his: "I don't want it."

"This is my thing!"

"Isn't this a gift for me?" Pei Du clenched his fist and hid the ring in his palm. "This is proof that you like me. I don't want to give it back to you."

Wen Qiu was shocked. He had hidden his love for you for so long, but he said it so easily. He hastily retorted, "Who said I like you..."

"You're lying again." Pei Du shook his head, looking a little angry and a little helpless, "Didn't you promise not to lie to me again?"

Why was Pei Du so sure and confident, or was it that I was so poor at hiding my feelings that all my thoughts were transparent in his eyes? He clearly knew my feelings all along, so why did he treat me like this... Wen Qiu suddenly felt a strong sense of grievance in his heart, his eyes were sore, and he choked up and said, "I didn't, give me the ring back..."

But Pei Du just held his shoulders and stared at him quietly, just like the ancients staring at the night sky for a long time, interpreting the fate hidden behind the stars.

"It's so strange," he murmured, "even so, I still like you."

"What?" Wen Qiu looked up in shock, unable to believe what he heard.

"I said I like you." Pei Du repeated it clearly, and kissed his eyes, cheeks and lips again. In the intervals between the delicate kisses, he talked to himself, "I miss you when I can't see you. I get angry when I see you with other ALPHAs. I want to eat, sleep, read, and make love with you... As long as you are by my side, I am happy no matter what I do. This should be love, right?"

This long confession made Wen Qiu sober up from his dizziness and trembling - these were not words that Pei Du could say at all. He was really drunk, so drunk that his personality was not right.

"Speak," Pei Du held his cheeks with both hands, staring at him with his obsidian eyes, "What's your answer?"

His heartbeat was so loud, like the dense drumbeats before the climax of the music, but Wen Qiu didn't dare to be too happy too soon, for fear of missing out on the peak of bliss. He suppressed all impulses and told him calmly: "You are drunk."

"I didn't." Pei Du muttered, "I was sincere..."

"When you wake up tomorrow, confess to me again." Wen Qiu's heart was pounding wildly, almost drowning out the sound of his own words. "When that time comes, I will give you an answer."

"Tsk." Pei Du was not very happy. The night was too long, as long as a century, and his patience had become very low.

"You're so cunning, it seems like I can never catch you, which is really annoying," he said, becoming very childish, unable to hide his true feelings, "but who told me to like you, so I have to put up with your bad behavior."

"I don't argue with drunks." Wen Qiu couldn't help but laugh when he heard his childish words, and moved his hand away, "Go take a shower."

"Can't you tell me secretly first? I will forget it immediately after hearing it." Pei Du turned back every three steps. Anyway, he always forgot things when he was drunk.

"No." Wen Qiu followed him and urged him mercilessly. Suddenly, he thought of what Pei Du did every day, and couldn't help but slap him on the butt, "Go quickly."

Alcohol is really a good thing. Pei Du just looked back at him in confusion and went into the bathroom obediently.

Facts have proved that when drunk, Pei Du becomes particularly clingy, and his mental age has dropped by about ten years. He sat under the shower with a dignified manner, holding a bath ball in his hand, as elegant as drinking red wine in the rain, but that blank expression has a kind of beauty of a disconnected brain. Wen Qiu asked him to raise his arms, and he raised his arms; he asked him to close his eyes, and he closed his eyes. The bathroom was filled with hot steam, and Wen Qiu deliberately moved closer, hugging Alpha's broad and strong back from behind. Pei Du's face turned a little red, and his expression became soft and hazy. It was rare that he did not respond immediately, and when the atmosphere reached the point where he had to do something, he said in a hoarse voice: "I seem to be really drunk."

"Hmm?" Wen Qiu raised her wet eyelashes and glanced at him.

Pei Du lowered his head and said slowly: "You know, a truly drunk person won't react..."

"Ah?" Wen Qiu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and smeared the foam on his red cheeks, "Why are you so cute when you are drunk..."

Pei Du hugged him tightly as if he was sulking. He didn't have the sense of propriety he had when he was sober. He completely pressed down on him, making him breathless. "Besides, I'm a little sleepy. Let's go to bed."

"Okay, but I can't stand up with you holding me like this."

"But as soon as I let go, you'll leave." Pei Du not only didn't let go, he also tightened his naked arms. His hot skin pressed against his wet shirt, deliberately releasing pleasant-smelling pheromones.

Wen Qiu panted heavily, resisting the desire that was rising up, and slowly combed his wet hair with his fingers, "I'm not leaving tonight, I want to stay and take care of you, you're already so drunk."

Pei Du still did not let go. He put his arms around his waist and picked him up, half carrying him on his shoulders, all the way to the bedroom and put him on the bed.

"Wait, I haven't dried myself yet and I haven't blow-dried my hair yet!"

Pei Du picked up a blanket, wrapped him up from head to toe, rolled him up like a Swiss roll and placed him on the bed, then quickly went back to the bathroom to get a hair dryer. While doing this, he was still naked, and water drops slid down along the clear muscle lines, dripping into a line of water on the ground.

Are you so afraid that I'll leave? Wen Qiu doubled over in laughter under the quilt, thinking he was so cute.

He pulled his hands out of the quilt, sat up and took the hair dryer to help Pei Du blow his hair. Pei Du sat cross-legged on the carpet obediently and let him fiddle with it. After sitting for a while, he got bored, so he lifted Wen Qiu's legs that were placed aside, put them on his shoulders, and then held his ankles tightly, similar to the posture of an elementary school student holding the straps of his schoolbag.

Wen Qiu had no choice but to hold his head between her legs, running her fingers through his thick black hair, and drying it bit by bit. This head was always filled with complicated and heavy things when he was awake, but now in her arms, it was just an empty candy jar.

The warm wind blew away all his thoughts, leaving only the touch of hands gently caressing his scalp. Pei Du gradually became sleepy, and his eyelids drooped heavily. However, before he completely lost consciousness, he did not forget to climb onto the bed and hugged the person in his arms tightly.

The world became hazy, with only vague shadows, warm breath, and soft whispers. Before falling into darkness, Wen Qiu's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, "Don't forget, tomorrow you must say to me..."

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The next day, Wen Qiu woke up early, or rather, he didn't sleep all night. Perhaps Louis XVI would have felt the night was so long the night before he was executed. All long trials will eventually come to an end.

At about six o'clock, he couldn't sleep any longer, so he went to the kitchen to wash the rice, cooked the porridge in the rice cooker, and then prepared a few side dishes. Waking up from a hangover must be uncomfortable, and eating something light can at least make your stomach feel better.

When he returned to the room after finishing his work, he found Pei Du had woken up, but still looked a little groggy. The morning light shone lazily in, and he leaned against the head of the bed half naked, looking down at something in his hand.

He was looking at the ring, an infinitely long silver Möbius strip that snaked and twisted around his little finger.

The moment he realized this, Wen Qiu's blood began to flow at a high speed. He held his breath, put his hands behind his back, and clasped them together sweatily.

"Is this your birthday present to me?" Pei Du's voice was a little hoarse. In fact, he still had a hangover headache. He hadn't drunk so much without restraint in a long time.

However, even though he was in a bad state, he was different from the false sobriety when he was drunk. He had enough rationality to slowly trace back his memory. It seemed that he had lost memory after drinking a certain glass of wine. What did he do after that? How did he get home? Why did Wen Qiu spend the night here? Did he stay here to take care of himself?

It seems like he forgot something very important... What was it? Why did Wen Qiu have such an expression?
Wen Qiu stared at him in silence for a long while, wanting to ask: You confessed to me last night, do those words still count? Do you really like me? Are you willing to accept everything about me?

But begging for love like that is too pathetic. Pei Du may like me, but he only expresses his love when he is drunk. Once he is sober, all his claws and edges will stand up, keeping people away from him, and stabbing all those who try to get close to him.

He turned his head away: "Yes, it's a gift for you. It's not expensive. I thought it suits you very well, so I bought it..."

"Thank you, I like it very much." Pei Du was not sure whether he had thanked him last night, so he still gave him a compliment to be on the safe side. Then he realized that Wen Qiu was not in a good state.

His eyes were red, and he looked like he had been crying, or was about to cry.

(End of this chapter)