Chapter 8 — My Alpha Pervert

I'm inherently timid. "Tra Tra." He held my hand, turned me around, and placed a kiss on my lips. Very gentle, different from the usual roughness. After the kiss, he kissed my eyes: "Pick it up and look at it." As if I had courage, I tremblingly lifted the photo. An innocent eighteen-year-old Dao Tra, wearing a dazzling red flower, appeared before my eyes. I was dumbfounded. After five years, I faced myself when I was eighteen years old. Heart pounding like a festival drum. Thump, thump. Trembling all over. "He looks exactly like me." He kissed me: "Yes, same name." I cherished: "The photo of red flowers, my black history. At that time, I was not divided and had low self-esteem, giving others an excuse to bully me." "You have the right to shut them up." I read that sentence softly. He immediately hugged me tightly. "Do you remember?" I burst into tears: "I always remember! I thought you had forgotten! I always remember! It was you who saved me. That's why I accepted the arranged marriage. That's why I loved you for five years just by name. Bui Dien! I hate you even more! You didn't say it early. You know, you are my first love!" He smiled brightly: "Yes, I know." We looked at each other. He said: “This photo has followed me through the most difficult four years.” I sniffled: "You are the young master of the Bui family, what is difficult?" He sat down on the chair and hugged me: "Do you know why I'm not sad when he passed away?" I shook my head, grabbed his shirt: "Tell me." He nodded. The Bui family was a wealthy family, and during his lifetime it declined. His father is a poor alpha who loves to play. After his mother gave birth to him, she hated the rules of the Bui family and left with her lover. His father vented all his anger on him. Sometimes locked up, sometimes scolded. Grandpa felt sad and took him away. He thought that word was bright, but he did not expect that he was still strict. Wanting to revive the Bui family, forcing him to study day and night. Eight years old, sleeping less than three hours a day. Tormented forever until his father got sick and died. In order to temper his coldness, his grandfather did not let him attend the funeral. He was locked up to the point of being forgotten. It wasn't until a boy attending the funeral discovered him fainting in the attic, burst into tears and went to tell the adults. People just remember him. Then the child protection association stepped in. His days are better, at least enough to eat and sleep. As an adult, my mother contacted me and asked if I wanted to come along. He hesitated. "Climbing the wall back to the school to get his things, I saw the old boy again. He hadn't changed, his face was small, cornered, his eyes were red, tears were falling. I thought, if I save him this time, we'll be even." "I chased away the bullies. He was too shy, his eyes were full of fear mixed with gratitude, his voice was also small. After taking his things, he went back to the corner of the wall, he disappeared. He tried to linger. He tried to linger. Another day, but he didn't come. Before leaving, he stole the photo that was hanging on the commendation board. He found it, beat him, and sent him to study abroad in a closed, military school. That photo, for his own sake, helped him survive for four years. I sobbed, making up for half of the story. "It's not that he didn't try to come, but he devolved late, becoming a superior Omega. The information was not good, he was hospitalized for half a month. When he got out of the hospital, he immediately went to look for him, but the teacher said he had left. He was heartbroken to death. He heard that the picture of him hanging on the wall was taken. He ran to look, and saw that there was also a picture of him. He took it back and hid it under his pillow for four years." I hugged his neck tightly: "That photo was taken by Dao Tra. Bui Dien, you know, he is me." His hands shook, he hugged tighter, his eyes red: "Who is he?" I buried my face: "It's Dao Tra." He asked again: "So whose photo did he take?" I covered my face and mumbled: "Of course it's his husband's." He was about to open his mouth, but I immediately stopped him: "His husband is Bui Dien, do you know him?" He kissed my lips. “Familiar, very familiar.” Our tears mingled, just like we were — inseparable. 11, The story of the white moon light has been clearly stated, but

The camera and the fact that he didn't come home haven't been explained yet! I pushed him away, angry: "It's all your fault! You refused to open your mouth! Otherwise we wouldn't have had to go through all that?" This time Bui Dien did not refute: "Yes, it's because of you." I immediately softened my heart: "Okay, considering your sincere attitude of admitting mistakes, Master Dao forgives you. As long as you honestly declare, Master Dao will let you have a peaceful Tet." Bui Dien cooperated with me to act: "Installing the camera is because I want to see my wife every moment, I want to know every second of your life." "Cough cough." I avoided his eyes, not looking at his dazzlingly handsome face: "What about you not coming home?" Bui Dien said: "Don't dare, my wife doesn't like the alpha coming home all the time, doesn't like the alpha controlling too much." I cautiously sat up straight: "When did you say that?" He raised his eyebrows: "On the day of the bachelor party, you cried with your best friend as you said." I tried to remember... then smiled wryly. "That day I knew you had a white moonlight so I was too hurt to say it!" "Oh really, how about I go out and reward some strange alphas with money?" I quickly covered his mouth: "Forget that, now it's your turn to explain not coming home to the whole basement!" Bui Dien gently bit my hand, it hurt so much that I winced. "My grandfather doesn't like me having weaknesses, plus you said you don't like alpha, I wouldn't dare go home. And the basement, Tra Tra, do you know what I want to do every time I see you hanging out at the bar?" His eyes darkened, he leaned close to my ear, his voice was extremely low. The two words that came out made my whole body tremble. "I can't blame you." He laughed: "If I don't blame you, then who can I blame?" Avoid? Is this a boomerang? That's interesting.