Chapter 107: 7.15

After eating that day, I don't know if some strange switch was turned on. In short, Ansair felt that the number of encounters between him and the other two people started to increase slightly.
In short, Ansair thinks this encounter is a bit subtle, no matter what it is.
Seeing a handsome man in a serious professor's uniform not far ahead, Ansair paused and turned in the other direction without thinking.
"Ans." Garfiel stopped the young man, seeming to twist his eyebrows somewhat carelessly.
Why does my fiancée, when she sees herself, behave like a mouse when she sees a cat, fearing to avoid it.
Because of this, there are even rumors in the college that the relationship between the two of them is at odds.
The boy who was stopped by others was rather helpless, but had to face the man's gaze.
"Professor Bertram, what's the matter with you?" Holding some strange metal in his hand, he lowered his head slightly, not wanting to make eye contact with the man in front of him.
Every time he saw this man, he couldn't control the inexplicable emotions in his heart. This feeling of loss of control made him feel very annoying, and even Garfiel, who made him feel this kind of uncontrollable, also hated it.
Isn't this man still thinking about retiring his marriage before? Why do you show a courteous appearance now?
Faced with his fiancee who was extremely cold, Garfiel was a little angry.
He can even smile to those unfamiliar strangers, so why is he stingy to give him a smile?
"I said, you can call me Garfiel" suppressing the fierce emotions in his heart, for fear of scaring the young bate in front of him, Garfiel said gently and softly.
"No, I'm not familiar with Professor Bertram. Calling such an intimacy can easily misunderstand others." Ansair raised his head and refused, with a strangely cold expression. It looks like a hedgehog with a spiked prickly body.
If there are other people here, you will definitely not believe that this is Ansel who is gentle and polite to everyone.
"That's a misunderstanding!" The man shouted loudly, his dark eyes, which seemed not to shine, stared at Ansair, forcing the young man to look at him. "And we are not really unrelated, you are my fiancee."
Haven't you retired? Ansair frowned and subconsciously wanted to refute this.
But no, he was silent, as if resisting this.
"Do you hate me so much?" The lazy and magnetic voice seemed to have a decadent hoarseness.
Listening to the man's hoarse voice, I don't know why, Ansair's heart trembled slightly, and an impulse of comfort was born in vain. He was firmly suppressed by his reason.
He hates this feeling of being out of control the most. Ansair, who mistakenly thought it was Garfiel who did the hands and feet, became colder and his eyes were soaked in ice water.
The cold expression on the boy's face made Garfiel's heart tingle slightly. The man's dark eyes seemed to be frozen, revealing a bit of danger.
He finally stopped suppressing his own nature and approached the boy domineeringly, forcing him to keep backing away.
Forced to retreat by the man, Ansair finally felt his back pressed against the cold wall, and could no longer avoid it.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Garfiel's meticulously pursed mouth finally raised happily, and confined the boy between his arms.
Reached out and pinched the boy's chin, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.
There is something burning in the man's deep pool eyes, very hot. It was so hot that Ansair didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes, for fear of being melted by the emotion in the man's eyes.
But now he couldn't help but he was forced to raise his head, and for the first time that intense and hot love appeared so clearly before his eyes.
The two pairs of eyes reflected each other's figure, and Ansair even felt that he was lost in the other's eyes that looked like a deep pool for a moment.
Would such a proud man really do things that use mental power to influence others? Ansair questioned in his heart. What's more, his mental power is still 3s at the same level as him, how can it affect him.
But is there really love at first sight in the world? He doesn't believe it
Suddenly, there was a soft touch on his lips, and Ansair opened his eyes subconsciously, his mind was blank, and he didn't even know what he was holding fell to the ground.
The kiss didn't last too much, and Garfiel felt better when he saw that he had forgotten to resist.
This man, this man dared to kiss him again?
Only then did Ansair reacted.
He was intoxicated by the man's kiss, and did not even resist thinking of this. When Ans Elton, who was in a complicated mood, struggled with anger and anger, he was easily suppressed by the man.
The gap between bate and alpha is too big, not to mention his system is even weaker than those omega.
"Remember, no matter what, you are mine!" The man looked at him condescendingly, and reached a conclusion domineeringly.
Then let go of him, turned around and left.
Only Ansel was depressed in place, and his original firm heart was shaken.
"Ans? Ans? Ans, what's wrong with you?"
Someone seemed to shook his hand before his eyes.
Ansair blinked, the blurred vision in front of her eyes became clear again, and then she saw the young man with silver hair and gray eyes looking at him with a gentle smile.
auzw.com turned out to be Albert.
"I just saw you standing here alone, so I wanted to come over and say hello. But you seem to be in a daze and haven't heard my voice." Seeing him regained consciousness, Albert explained softly.
"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Albert asked, his expression soft, obviously cold gray eyes, but at this moment because of the seriousness in them, they looked very gentle, almost with a slight warmth. Let everyone relax.
With such gentle eyes, you can probably talk about everything, right?
"Nothing." Ansair shook his head, "Sorry, senior, I want to be alone."
He suddenly felt very tired, and he felt awkward from the bottom of his heart.
Regarding Garfiel’s attitude, he seems to have to think more carefully
Ansair, in a trance, even almost forgot to pick up the bag of metal that fell on the ground, which was the material of the mecha that was related to his graduation. After Albert's reminder, he picked up the things and hugged them in his arms, and Ansair left in the direction of the dormitory.
Watching him go away, Albert looked in the direction where his aura had disappeared, his eyes deep, no longer the tenderness of Ansair before.
That guy, what did he do to Her Majesty?
Anyway, if you dare to trouble Her Majesty, let him disappear into this world. A scarlet appears in his eyes. Albert's gentle smile at the moment makes people feel a little chilly.

Ansel was so "calm" for several days in a trance.
Even when he was in the mecha theory class, he was absent-minded, in a trance.
In his abnormal state, not only did his roommate Rowan look at him with worried eyes every day, but even the classmates in the same classroom felt that something was not right and came to ask.
The most exaggerated thing is that the professors of the mecha manufacturing department took the time to call him to the office to communicate.
He expressed concern one by one, expressly and secretly wanted him not to force his body to hold on. There will be more after class, so he should go see if he gets sick. He even forcibly granted him a few days of leave, so that he could have a good rest.
This kind of result made Ans El quite dumbfounded when he finally calmed down.
#I just thought about my personal life, and the whole world suspected that I was sick#
"What do you want to eat, I will bring you?" His eyes were full of worry, and Rowan asked carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking his glassware.
"No, I'm fine, I'll just go by myself, thank you Rowan." Ansair shook his head.
Then he saw that his friend looked at him with the eyes of a patient who was in the dying.
"Well, if you don't say anything, I'll be free." Rowan said to himself, ignoring Ansair's refusal.
"Okay." Ansair sighed helplessly, his eyes warm.
Faced with the kindness of his friends, how could he refuse again?
It seems that his trance in the past few days has already confirmed the inference that he is sick in the eyes of Rowan and the others. It is probably not easy to correct it.
Just as Rowan walked on his front foot, someone came on his back foot.
Seeing the culprit who caused the mess in front of him, Ansair's eyebrows were raised. Let alone the eyebrows, his hair is going to stand upside down.
"What are you doing here?"
The man's eyes were full of worry. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Ansair's forehead, but Ansair avoided him.
"I heard you were sick recently?"
"No." Ansair grunted and denied angrily.
"The professors in your department all say you are sick." The man's brows deepened, as if he was telling the truth.
"They all misunderstood." Ansair rolled his eyes. "Speaking of it, it's not all because of you!"
"Me?" Garfiel was slightly puzzled.
"If it weren't for you" suddenly seemed to realize something, Ansair suddenly closed his voice, his face burnt.
Because of what he said to him and what he did, he has been entangled with this until now, and even he himself feels that when he says this
Seeing Ansair's reddish cheeks, it is rare to see Garfiel who has such a soft attitude towards him, and even the corners of his lips can't help but rise in an exaggerated arc.
"Why, is it because" he paused here badly.
Then, as he expected, he saw Ansair retort loudly like a cat with its tail stomped on.
"No no, you think too much!"
The man's low laughter rang in Ansair's ears, knowing that what he had just done had exposed everything, he was so angry that he blasted Garfiel out of the door of the dormitory.
Closing the door heavily, Ansair sat on the ground, somewhat depressed and unwilling.
What should I do? I really like it