More than three months ... No, four months. If it weren't for the gonads at the back of the neck, he would almost feel that Zheng Fei's life at the Qingguo Inn was peaceful and tranquil: Without the dysentery in the bar, the timely rain in the West Point House was small. The errors were corrected one by one, the occupancy rate continued to rise, and even his worst fears never happened.

He was afraid of Zheng Feiyu ’s spouse seeking disorder, so he would lock the room door every night before going to bed, and installed an alarm bell on the bed-after all, as long as the spouse was not cured, Zheng Feiyu was strict with himself and could only be a day gentleman.

Surprisingly, in those long days, the door of his room was never smashed once.

This should be a good sign, indicating that Zheng Feiyu ’s spouse has some turning point, but He An dare not be so optimistic, because when he cleans the room for Zheng Feiyu every day, he smells the residual **** on the sheets and bedding Pheromones.

Zheng Feiyu was passionate at night.

And, every night.

At first, the smell was not strong. Opening the window and ventilating and then cleaning it could barely hold it. About two months later, the concentration of **** pheromone became more and more terrible. As soon as He An touched the quilt, his gastric juice scrambled to rush up. Just smelling it, he felt Zheng Feiyan burn himself from the feverish smell. Desire.

Zheng Feiyu wanted him.

He wanted to hug him, kiss him, get into him fiercely, and do all the dirty things.

But when he met during the day, Zheng Feizhen was completely another image: he was well-dressed, his breath was clean, the **** pheromone converged to a drop, and he smiled friendly at everyone, which is different from the night, as if all traces left in the middle of the night are It is an illusion.

He An was at a loss.

He didn't know whether to believe in day or night. All he knew was that the Alpha that had been judged at dawn that the two had not disappeared was still the same as before, with a stern look on the side, making his life full of insecurity.

In order to stay away from Zheng Feiyu, he gave Cheng Xiu the job of cleaning the room.

One day in March, he knocked sideways and asked Cheng Xiu if he smelled anything in Zheng Fei's room. Cheng Xiu was confused and shook his head in confusion and said no. He felt wrong, suspected that he was overly nervous, and misunderstood Zheng Feiyu.

So at midnight that day, he went to Zheng Fei's door to investigate the situation.

Each room of the inn has been painted with pheromone shielding paint, in case Omega who comes to travel suddenly becomes in estrus and disturbs the rest next door. But even through a window and a wall, He An still smelled a strong Alpha pheromone.

Better than ever before.

His hands and feet were soft, and his back was wet with cold sweat, and the whole man slid down the corridor against the wall, only to feel a sting in his neck, and the weak primitive gonads struggled hard. He even felt that for a few more seconds, the door would open, and Zheng Feiyu would drag him in with a pair of red eyes, and **** him desperately.

After returning that day, He An swallowed seven or eight pills, and the disordered pheromone barely calmed down, but his face in the mirror was still cold and pale.

and so……

Zheng Feiyu, which one is the real you?

If both are, then which one takes up more sanity? Can you really keep your promise and no longer hurt me?

A pot of freshly boiled **** tea, red dates are sweet and glutinous, and **** is spicy.

He An brought the tea tray back to the living room and arranged the cups on the coffee table, preparing to sit down and distribute the tea. Zheng Feiyu happened to change clothes and returned. He wore a gray sweater, exactly the one He He had sent a few days ago, and his hair was dry. When he sat down on the sofa cheerfully, he would actively help He An to pour tea.

"You ... have even changed the ribbon?"

He An stared at his wrist and frowned, puzzled.

Just now it was still wet gray satin, and now it has been replaced with a brand new navy blue.

Zheng Fei slaps his arm, his expression is not natural: "... that one is wet."

"Remove it when it's wet. It's not something you can't leave. You can change it." He An couldn't help laughing, and suddenly his gaze turned sharply, catching the slightest unnaturalness. "Still, really can't Leaving? "

"No." Zheng Feiyu retracted his hand and collected, "I like it."

He didn't really want to talk about the ribbon. He An saw it and stopped in time. He stopped breaking the casserole and asked the end. He moved the hot tea to the corner of the sofa by the window, curled his legs, and spread a blanket on his knees. Head up, bowed his head, and took a sip of tea calmly.

Zheng Feiyu saw him avoid, and he should not continue to entangle, so he had to stay on the other side of the sofa.

The rain was rustling outside the window, noisy and quiet, and the humid grass was filled with summer grass. In the cat's nest, Suzuran grunted, her head crooked, and she rested on 666's belly.

He An drank half a cup of tea slowly, tapping his fingertips against the wall of the cup lightly, pondered for a long time, and asked, "Have you recently ... that, has it happened?"

Zheng Feiyu: "What?"

He An: "Finding ... spouse."

The air suddenly fell into silence, and Zheng Feiyu stopped for a full five seconds before answering: "No."

"So ... have healed?" He An asked.