Chapter 6: Isn't it so white and smooth and shiny and soft~

Xie Ruhang saw Tang Bai's innocent outfit and his heart pounded. Scientifically speaking, the neural activity in the lower thalamus was stimulated, secreting large amounts of dopamine and causing the beast in Xie Ruhang's heart to bang: "I've kept you waiting."

Tang Bai came running over, her face flushed, and she spoke with a little gasp, "No, no, I just arrived ~ this is a dessert for you ~"

A soft, sweet, plume of soft gasps teases Xie Ruhang's legs.

Yes, Xie Ruhang, who had never been in love before, was like a novice against a full level, sliding to his knees in an instant.

Accepting the delicately wrapped gift bag with a sense of composure, Xie Ruhang said in her most sultry voice, "Thank you."

Expression, the reserve of a male god.

The voice, the soprano sound of a male god.

Action, the gentleman of the male gods.

Perfect.

Tang Bai, who didn't know the truth, couldn't help but feel that the omega light was again beautiful today, and then got on Xie Ruhang's hover car with a smile on his face.

On the way, Tang Bai asked Xie Ruhang, "Brother Xie, you will be officially training in a few days, have you bought your sunscreen? I know a product with a high sun protection index and a superb repair cream ......"

Seeing Xie Ruhang's lack of interest, Tang Bai became anxious, "Even if an omega is naturally beautiful, it still needs to be taken care of afterwards, Brother Xie.

Xie Ruhang: "......?"

Xie Ruhang looks at the pretty little face close at hand, the skin is white and red, a real creamy skin, without a single blemish, so tender that he wants to take a sip.

Tang Bai cupped her face in her hands and whispered, "Isn't it so white, smooth and shiny?"

Xie Ruhang's throat rolls and he nods honestly.

"Although I was born with good skin, I also have to take care of it, Brother Xie, if you know what I mean." Tang Bai blinked desperately, as if she was firing a cute lightbulb.

Xie Ruhang nods with a smile, unable to resist the rising corners of his mouth.

I get it, I get it, I know you are a delicate little omega who is naturally beautiful and knows how to take care of yourself afterwards.

The two men, who were speaking in chicken and duck, smiled at each other and continued to talk to each other with great pleasure.

Time flew by and the hovercar passed through the wall of the city and the slums, the view out of the window changing from a city of traffic to an old and dirty slum.

Flocks of birds fly over the leaden grey houses, litter is seen all over the roadside, and the man hunched over fumbling for his rubbish bag looks like a stray dog.

Tang Bai peered out of the window curiously, her palms pressed against the car window, her amber eyes clearly reflecting the humble and desolate slum, "Is this the slum?"

The slums are separated from the city by a high wall, and what is known about the slums, apart from the internet and the mysterious novels, comes from people who work at the bottom of the social ladder, some of whom come from the slums and find ways to cross the "wall" to work in the city.

Jobs like cleaners, rubbish disposal site workers, manure truck drivers and the like will generally employ slum people.

Other jobs will try to avoid employing people who live in slums, even if they are paid cheaply, but there is already an inherent impression that they are not clean-handed, poorly qualified and lazy, among other shortcomings.

But if they are good enough, they can break the stereotypes with their strengths. Although they can't have a life like Xie Ruhang, it's not hard to be a waiter and cook in a hotel or a maid in a rich family.

Tang Bai thought the slums were really dirty and dilapidated like the photos circulating on the internet, but now it seems to be okay?

As if he could see Tang Bai's confusion, Xie Ruhang explained: "This is not a real slum, it's the outer circle of the slums, closest to the wall, and most of the people who live here have jobs in the town, and with hard work and half a lifetime of struggle, they might be able to buy a house in the city and leave here. "

The internet refers to this place as a slum, but the amazing novel doesn't go into detail about the setting, so it was the first time Tang Bai knew that there was a distinction between the inside and the outside of a slum.

Tang Bai looked at Xie Ruhang curiously, "So what's a real slum like? Can I go inside and have a look?"

"It's dangerous there, not for an omega like you, maybe a stray bullet will brush past your ear next."

Not for an omega like me?

Tang Bai was ashamed to bow down to the big man when he thought of the power of the omega light.

Thick, curling lashes fell and blinked in resignation, the watery glow in her eyes so soft and endearing that she looked like she was about to cry the next moment.

But it's really just the big, watery eyes of a watery little omega.

Xie Ruhang: "......!"

The first time we met Tang Bai, the famous scene of the crybaby was still fresh in our minds, the words "If it's just for material, the outer circle is enough" went round and round in our mouths, and when we spoke again it was with a light heart: "I'm here, no one will hurt you."

If this were said by anyone else, Tang Bai would just think it was arrogant and greasy, but it was said by the light of omega!

The Xie Ruhang of the book never makes such promises, and his attitude towards the fodder of the supporting cast, who want to die if they don't think they can, is always that it's none of my business.

Tang Bai lifted her face and looked at Xie Ruhang with starry eyes, her sweet voice full of trust, "I know Brother Xie will protect me ~ I will also be good and not give Brother Xie any trouble!"

Brother, look at me, I've got a good leg up!

Xie Ruhang, being a normal alpha with vanity, was very receptive to the adoring glances from his dream lover, and his mentality changed instantly -

What started as a passive-aggressive yes to not letting Tang Bai cry turned into a fist-pumping desire to show off alpha power in front of a favorite omega!

Tang Bai taps on his light brain and opens his notepad to record material from the outer districts of the slums, and by the way he has the video function on.

"You can take photos and videos here, but not when you get inside."

The inner districts of the slums hide dirt, the red light district, the underground arena and the black market - three places that cannot be loudly voiced.

At the moment a delicate balance is maintained between the forces of the slums and the federal government, but if photos and videos are circulated on the internet and attract public opinion, the federation will send the federal police over even if they are doing a face-saving job, and there will inevitably be interests sacrificed then.

Seeing Tang Bai's bewildered face, Xie Ruhang explained, "If you're caught taking pictures, you can get yourself killed."

The snoopers will be dealt with first by angry slum forces before the Federation sends someone over to sort it out.

Theft has happened before, but when the miserable fate of the snapper became public, few people dared to break these unspoken rules.

Tang Bai dutifully turned off the video function and watched as the environment outside the window became progressively harsher, most notably the houses. The houses in the outer districts were not gorgeous or beautiful for a start, but at least they were normal houses, built of steel and concrete.

As the hover car sped inside, the concrete houses turned into rudimentary shacks made of timber, and further inside, the shacks turned into dilapidated tents, and Tang Bai even saw waxy children in wooden boxes and cardboard boxes.

"This is their 'house'?" Tang Bai said incredulously, "What do you do when a storm comes? Can this 'house' really keep out the wind and rain when it blows over?"

"If you blow over, you sleep on the floor." Xie Ruhang looks bemused.

Many people in the inner districts of the slums have never been outside in their lives, have never owned a home and are lucky to be alive.

Two metres above the ground, the hovercar floats slowly over a cardboard box, and a thin child tilts its head up to look at them, its dark eyes lighting up slightly with curiosity.

Tang Bai froze for a moment as the description of Xie Ruhang's childhood in the novel popped into her mind.

"A ghostly face emerged from the crowd, his face tilted up silently as he gazed straight up at the hover car above, the glow of the tail lights cast into the dark phoenix eyes, like monstrous black pearls glowing with a shimmer."

Xie Ruhang had a long period of wandering before he became an underground arena racer. Unlike the walking dead of the slums, and unlike children who are curious about the outside world, the young Xie Ruhang saw the hover car drive over him and all he could think about was ......

Sooner or later, he would have to trample it all down into the mud.

Born with an anti-bone, no more than that.

"This is the 'rubbish street', where the sick, the old, the orphans, the invalids, the drug addicts all live at the bottom of the slums." Xie Ruhang's voice is magnetic, and while he usually speaks with a languid tone, this time it is extraordinarily cold and restrained, like cold, hard metal.

Tang Bai watched the people rummaging through the rubbish pile and gently bit his lower lip, the dirty, smelly, germ-laden rubbish that even his dog wouldn't sniff.

Even though it's briefly mentioned in the book, the sight of it still sent shockwaves through Tang Bai: "...... Won't they get sick from eating this?"

"Will. But those who don't have junk stomachs are all dead, and those who are alive are those who can eat and are good at it." Xie Ruhang speaks the harsh truth calmly.

"Picking through edible junk is also a skill, picking out food scraps, heating them up at high temperatures and adding flavourings ......" As if recalling something, his brow furrowed slightly as he picked out a matcha-flavoured macaron from the bag of desserts Tang Bai had given him.

Through his black gloves, he could not perfectly pick up the touch of this delicate little thing, but the faintly glossy dark green colour and the lace-like ruffles around the body of the cake hinted at its deliciousness.

Thin pale lips parted slightly as he swallowed the overly sugary dessert in one bite, the overly sweet taste perfectly covering the **taste** of the food in his memory.

Xie Ruhang commented, "Not bad," as the scarlet tip of his tongue lapped up the remains of food from his white teeth.

Huh? Xie Ruhang is actually a sweet tooth too!

Tang Bai watched Xie Ruhang's expression sharply, and after making sure there was no hint of reluctance on his face, he said happily, "Then I'll make you a dessert this sweet next time~"

The sun sets on Tang Bai through the car window, giving it a golden edge that is at odds with everything else in sight.

With the tip of his tongue resting against his canine teeth, Xie Ruhang looks steadily at Tang Bai and suddenly wants to eat something again, a hunger he has not felt in a long time, a hunger that has been present throughout almost his entire childhood.

Even Xie Ruhang went hungry for a long time as a child, and the children of the slums were always underfed.

During that time he always felt that a rat was living inside him, gnawing at his body in an endless hunger.

A long hunger can drive a person crazy, and children who are starving to the extreme don't care about decency, they are like rats in the gutter, rummaging around for food, but even if they are scavenging in the rubbish, the crumbs of meat that can be eaten, the moldy bread ...... are precious food, not something that can be grabbed at random.

Rats are so hungry that they will even attack prey stronger than themselves with red eyes.

On that occasion, Xie Ruhang, who had been hungry for two days, tried to steal from a shop.

Through the glass he saw a cat, one reclining in a rocking chair, of some famous breed, the cat with snowy white fluffy fur, powdered flesh pads and a bow around its neck.

At the same time he saw his own reflection in the glass window.

The contrast between the two shows the advantages and disadvantages.

A cat, however, can live better than he can.

This knowledge caused the rat inside Xie Ruhang to stir again, gnawing at his insides one after another, bloody with negative emotions that he could not see.

Xie Ruhang once thought he was feeling resentful, but only now, looking at the cat-like omega in front of him, did he realise that he had an instinctive desire and obsession for people or things of this kind of posture.

So hungry ......