Attraction is mutual.
Bo gradually knew clearly that his attraction to Jiang Huai probably came from pheromones, and Jiang Huai's sensitivity to his pheromones was exceptionally high. It's a little trick with a marker period.
But he is not.
He is not a pheromone. He has nothing to do with pheromones. He has no aging...or more or less, his susceptibility period is at the end of the month, which is these few days.
Alphas in the susceptible period will be extra restless, extra insecure, and may also be extraordinarily high-spirited.
Jiang Huai raised his eyelids. Bo Jian was watching him with a calm expression.
Hug also hug, kiss also kiss. It feels okay. The question is how it ends now. Moreover, Jianghuai found that this desire for physical contact is insatiable. If you can't hug, you want to hug. After hugging, you want a kiss. After kissing...but you still want more, more intimate. what. Tight and gap-free fit.
Jiang Huai thought, isn't this fucking forcing people to commit crimes
A kiss on the face is enough. It would be too much to think of anything else.
Bo gradually lowered his eyes. His pupils are very light, his skin color is also very light, and he looks as cold as jade.
Jiang Huai lowered his head, looking at the hand caught by Bo Jian. Bo Jian's palm was against the back of his hand, and his fingers were slightly curled up, touching his palm. Bo Jian's body temperature was abnormally hot.
Bo Jian lowered his voice and asked hoarsely, "Can I take it back?"
"There are cameras in the clinic." Jiang Huai said.
"I know."
"... I know that too."
Bo Jian's arm passed under his side and rested on his back. The two were almost chest-to-chest. Jiang Huai has never been in such close contact with people, he is quite resistant, and he doesn't like this kind of intimate contact. He subconsciously wanted to push Bo Jian away...but the pheromones prevented him from doing so. He was silent for a while, raised his arms to hug Bao Jian, and sighed resignedly: "Is it the same for you?"
Bo Jian didn't answer.
Jiang Huai took this as a default, and immediately had a sense of seeing Chairman Bo as a young man who had lost his way.
The light, cold pheromone slowly came up. It smells cold, but it can make people feel hot all over, even their brains. It seems that if you don't tighten your waist and legs, they will soften into a puddle of water in Alpha's embrace.
Jiang Huai tilted his head, his voice was cold: "Chairman, put away your pheromone."
But his chin rested on Bo Jian's shoulder, he turned his head, the tip of his nose almost brushed against Bo Jian's ear. The unfamiliar feeling of hugging and tight sense of fullness make people palpitate.
Bo Jian let go of Jiang Huai a little, and said softly, "I can't put it away."
"You are seducing."
Jiang Huai felt as if something caressed his ear inadvertently, soft and warm, Bo Jian asked: "Then did you react?"
"..."
Jiang Huai did not speak.
Because Bo Jian had a reaction.
Bo Jian lowered his hand, let go of him, turned his head slightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Sorry, the sensitive period."
Jianghuai's Adam's apple rolled a few times.
He stood up abruptly, without saying anything, rubbed Bo Jian's shoulder and opened the door to go out.
When the female doctor saw Jiang Huai coming out, the trouser legs hadn't been put down yet, the sweater was messed up, and a few strands of her braid were curled up. The other classmate has not come out yet. She asked, "Have you finished applying the safflower oil?"
"Well. Calculate the money."
"It's four yuan and five dollars... classmate, pack your clothes. I have a comb. Do you want to use it?"
Jiang Huai hesitated for a few seconds: "Oh, okay, thank you."
It was quite novel to see a boy combing his hair, so the female doctor glanced a few more times. Pretty skilled.
Bo Jian pushed the door open and came out.
Unlike Jianghuai, Bo Jian's school uniform is very strict, even the shoelaces are not messed up, no different from before entering. It was the first time he saw Jiang Huai tying his hair outside.
He walked over, bowed his head and asked, "Do you comb your hair every day?"
Jiang Huai held a black hair tie in his mouth, without raising his head: "Nonsense. You don't comb your hair in the morning?"
"Do you want me to help?"
"No. You go back to the classroom first."
Five minutes later, Jiang Huai and Bo Jian left the infirmary with a funeral face.
The two are neither far nor close, one on the left and the other on the right.
Almost at the same time.
Jiang Huai turned his head: "Stay away from me these few days."
Bo Jian also turned his head: "Does your back still hurt?"
"..." Jiang Huai frowned, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Bo Jian said "Oh". But Jiang Huai didn't know what he was saying "oh", so he said it again: "Stay away from me these few days."
Bo Jian didn't seem to know what he was referring to, and turned his head to look at him. The sunlight passed through the forest gap, and the good student representative almost shone with holy light: "Why?"
Jiang Huai frowned tightly, asking questions knowingly. He asked back, "Why do you say?"
Bo Jian seemed to be thinking for a few seconds, he lowered his eyelashes, his eyes moved slightly: "You...don't want to be responsible?"
Jiang Huai stomped his feet: "?"
Bo Jian cooperated with him to stop, and said slowly: "I am a person who thinks very long-term."
Jiang Huai shut his mouth and looked at Chairman Bo with unkind eyes.
Chairman Bo lowered his eyes: "The front desk, have you been secretly in love with me for a long time?"
Jianghuai: "?"
Jiang Huai wanted to ask "Are you out of your mind?", but he didn't like to think about what he did just now, scolding Bo Jian was like scolding himself.
So he said: "No." He paused, "Who gave you the illusion?"
Chairman Bo sighed: "You hugged me, kissed me... you still don't like me, isn't that irresponsible?"
Jianghuai: "??"
Logic genius
Jiang Huai was silent for a while, and finally: "Fuck." He said, "If you don't want me to continue doing irresponsible things, just stay away from me, understand?"
Bo Jian glanced at him: "Is that so?"
"... What else do you want?"
"Is there any compensation?"
"..."
Jiang Huai sneered: "What compensation do you want?" The wind blew towards him. Bo Jian turned his head with a careless expression: "Jiang Huai, you still have that recording, right?"
Jiang Huai didn't expect that Bo Jian would suddenly turn the topic to this, and his expression gradually turned cold: "Bo Jian, this matter has nothing to do with you, and the page has already been turned."
Bo Jian's gaze swept across his waist, and then stopped at Jiang Huai's knee. Neither rushing nor hiding, Jiang Huai could clearly feel that Bo Jian was looking at everything.
Bo Jian lifted his lips and asked, "Do you think the page has been turned?"
Jiang Huai clenched his hands tightly: "It has nothing to do with you."
"Do you have any other words of rejection?" Bo Jian asked.
Jiang Huai seemed to be looking at a stranger, without emotion: "I am so familiar with you that if you reject it, you still have to find good words to comfort you?"
Veins popped out on the back of Bo Jian's hands, but his face was calm: "No." He said, "I'm just doing the job of the president of the student union."
Jiang Huai snorted: "The responsibility of the student union chairman is to uphold justice?"
"Yes."
On the contrary, Jiang Huai's expression softened a lot. He looked at Bo Jian and said, "You really can't control this matter, let the past go. Those little bastards can't do anything about me."
He continued to walk forward, and he let go a lot: "If you turn the page on this matter again... don't say what the consequences will be, it will hurt everyone, right?"
Bo Jian looked at Jiang Huai's back.
After a long time, he asked: "What's wrong, does it feel good to bear all the consequences by yourself?"
Jianghuai stopped.
Bo Jian asked: "Do you think that your life is valuable?"
Jiang Huai turned around, his eyes were cold and unfamiliar.
Bo Jian lifted his lips: "It's stupid. Few people will appreciate you, and more people will only hate you."
Jiang Huai raised his hand and pointed at Bo Jian: "It's ok. Enough is enough."
Bo Jian remained unmoved, and also had the same indifferent expression: "If you don't care that others hate you, why do you care about such a small amount of gratitude? Do you think you are a hero?"
"No. You're not a hero." Bo Jian said, "You're just forcing yourself to do something beyond your capabilities."
"Get lost." Jiang Huai's lips moved slightly, "One last time."
"Just do what you can."
In Jiang Huai's eyes, the president of the student union was using an extremely rational and condescending attitude, saying something that was extraordinarily indifferent because the matter had nothing to do with him, and was no different from an official tone: "Submit the recording and let others know that you are not the one who is at fault. Know who is wrong... The rest, what you can't do, what is beyond your ability, has nothing to do with you. You have tried your best, and no one has the right to blame you. "
Bo Jian said: "Jianghuai, it's not your duty to protect others. Even if you turn a blind eye to it, you will still..."
Jiang Huai punched Bo Jian in the face.
Bo Jian tilted his head slightly, and there was a little blood on the corner of his mouth. He stood still and finished speaking indifferently: "There will also be someone who understands you. Because most people are silent."
Jiang Huai's expression carried a kind of extremely sharp hostility. He said flatly, "Bo Jian, keep your mouth shut about things you don't understand."
Bo Jian's expression remained unchanged: "How do you think I should understand?"
Jiang Huai curled his hands tightly. "You don't understand, and you don't have to," he said.
Bo Jian didn't understand, and there was no need to understand. There is no need to understand him, no need to understand how annoying he is, how disgusting this "most people's silence" is.
He and Jiang Li were still living in the old rented house. When there were drunk people shouting unpleasant words in the middle of the night and knocking on the doors and windows, he already knew that most of the people were silent.
"I'm a Beta, you let me play, I can't mark you."
"I'm an Omega, so what if you let me play? Just for a few moments, and you won't be able to get pregnant."
Of course Bo Jian didn't understand.
How can a young master who has a special driver to pick him up and drop him off at school every day, is extremely picky about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and only accepts elite culture and elite education.
Bo Jian was silent for a long time. He raised his eyes: "Then can you give me a chance to understand?"
Jiang Huai snorted: "Who are you to me?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Chairman, don't you think you've wasted too much time on me?"
Bo Jian remained silent for a few seconds. He said lightly: "Friend... can you?"
Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Bo Jian asked: "We are friends now, is that okay?"
He lowered his eyelashes and spread his hands to Jiang Huai: "It's better than the relationship between the front and back tables."
Jiang Huai stared blankly at Bo Jian's slender and well-proportioned hand. His mind went blank for a moment, he had just punched Bo Jian, and Bo Jian said they were friends... Is this contemporary truth, goodness and beauty
Jiang Huai had nothing to say, and leaned back: "Then why are you stretching out your hand?"
Bo Jian remained silent for a few seconds. After a long time, he said: "When I find a way to delete the 'photo', you can give me the recording, okay?"
It's not like Jiang Huai didn't think about trying to delete the "photo" in Song Jun's hand. But who knows where Song Jun saved the "photo" and whether there is a backup, this idea is a fantasy.
So Jiang Huai didn't think it was feasible for Bo Jian to say this.
He frowned: "Does this have anything to do with your reaching out?"
Bo Jian: "..."
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