Zhang Jue's eyes wandered for a long time, and finally set the focus on Chen Boqiao. He seemed to have regained his sanity, and stared at Chen Boqiao without saying a word. The two looked at each other, and before the ashes fell, Zhang Jue's hand trembled slightly and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
"What are you doing here?" Zhang Jue asked Chen Boqiao in a self-talking voice.
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, and after a while, he said, "I'm afraid your high fever has not subsided, so come and have a look."
Zhang Jue's face turned pale, he opened his eyes and asked Chen Boqiao, "Have you finished reading it now?"
"If you're done reading, can you go out?" Zhang Jue added.
Chen Boqiao nodded, turned around and walked out.
After closing the door, Chen Boqiao still looked like Zhang Jue was lying down in front of him. Chen Boqiao felt both embarrassed and Zhang Jue pitiful. It's not that he hasn't seen an Omega who can't control himself after he is in heat, but none of those who are struggling in desire and begging to be entered are more pitiful than Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue is like a survivor who has no desire to survive, just wants to have an intact body and a decent face, but is dragged to blood by sexual desire.
- If Zhang Jue's inhibitor hadn't been shattered at the time, things wouldn't have been so bad.
Chen Boqiao planned to wait for the first-class Zhang Jue at the love hotel, and then went to his room. Before taking a few steps, his blue screen phone vibrated.
Zhang Jue called Chen Boqiao.
Chen Boqiao looked at the name flashing on the screen, stopped and picked it up.
Chen Boqiao waited silently for Zhang Jue to speak. Zhang Jue's breathing was chaotic, and after waiting for a while, he calmed down a bit.
"When I was seventeen, I had not yet differentiated," Zhang Jue said, "My mother was very worried, and she took me to the hospital for an examination.
"The director of the National Hospital told us that, according to the test report, I was born without glands—"
Zhang Jue's voice suddenly stopped, Chen Boqiao didn't ask, and stood quietly. After waiting for a long time, Zhang Jue continued to speak. Zhang Jue kept his voice very low, Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue did not want Chen Boqiao to hear his state and emotions.
Zhang Jue said: "After the inspection report came out, it didn't take long for Jiaxi to differentiate into Omega. Our parents always hoped that we could get married. I also considered a lot, and finally decided to do differentiation-promoting surgery to implant glands.
"At that time, due to many reasons, the tau differentiation-promoting agent needed for the operation had been recalled by Zhaohua Medical, but the dean assured my father that the tau-differentiating agent retained in them was absolutely perfect, and I didn't have glands, I myself It is the real rescue group targeted by the τ differentiation-promoting agent.
"He said the operation was not dangerous and had a 99 percent success rate."
Having said this, Zhang Jue stopped again, his breathing became short, and it sounded painful.
Chen Boqiao held his mobile phone to his ear and stood up straight in the empty corridor.
The carpet in the corridor is brown parquet, the wallpaper is off-white plaid, and there are wooden doors on the wall, unevenly painted with pink paint, and a copper metal plaque is hung on each door.
Chen Boqiao is 201 on the left and 204 on the right.
The chapter is decided in 207.
"Are you one percent?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue.
"No. I have glands," Zhang Jue said slowly, as if uttering every word with difficulty, "it's not like I don't have any.
"—The inspection report was wrong.
"After the gland was implanted, it differentiated very well, and Ai Jiaxi and I were engaged. We both thought the surgery was a success.
"Three months later, my other gland also differentiated naturally."
"Then, as you just saw, I became..." Zhang Jue paused for a few seconds before finding an adjective that suited him, "Neither person nor ghost."
Both ends of the phone were quiet, Chen Boqiao was still waiting, but Zhang Jue seemed to think that he had finished speaking, so he stopped talking.
Zhang Jue may have held the phone away, Chen Boqiao couldn't hear his breathing, so he called out his name: "Zhang Jue?"
After another ten seconds, Zhang Jue said dully, "I'm here."
Chen Boqiao asked him, "Do you need my help?"
Zhang Jue suddenly became quiet, Chen Boqiao waited for a while, then changed the way, and asked Zhang Jue again: "Can I come in?"
After a while, Zhang Jue made a "hmm" sound.
So Chen Boqiao walked back and reopened the door of room 207.
Zhang Jue covered his body with a quilt.
He is not sure what Chen Boqiao intends to help him, and also doubts whether Chen Boqiao can help him, but Zhang Jue's first-choice answer to Chen Boqiao's suggestion is always "yes" or "yes" .
The door was opened and closed again. Chen Boqiao took off his mask and sunglasses and placed them on the glass cabinet in the entrance.
He was dressed differently from the morning, and changed his shirt. If Zhang Jue's head wasn't so drowsy, he might have praised Chen Boqiao's strong anti-reconnaissance ability in his heart.
Looking at Chen Boqiao from a half-recumbent angle, Chen Boqiao looks even taller. He walked over to Zhang Jue magnanimously and asked calmly and gently, "Are you uncomfortable?"
The fact is that as soon as Chen Boqiao entered the room, Zhang Jue felt even more uncomfortable. But Zhang never wanted to mention it, so he didn't say anything.
Chen Boqiao sat on the edge of the bed unknowingly and was very close to Zhang Jue. He stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Jue's forehead. Will the body temperature last for a long time?"
Zhang Jue didn't have the strength to answer, and turned his head slightly, trying to make the back of Chen Boqiao's hand stop sticking to him. Chen Boqiao noticed Zhang Jue's actions, so he raised his hand. Zhang Jue thought he was going to take it back, but he pinched Zhang Jue's chin down, looked down at Zhang Jue, and gradually lowered his hand, holding it down. the glands of the chapter.
Chen Boqiao lowered his eyes and asked Zhang Jue, "How long will it take for you to be in heat before?"
"If there is a relief tool," Zhang Jue felt uncomfortable when he pressed him, raised his hand and tried to push Chen Boqiao's hand away, but he couldn't, so he had to say intermittently, "More than ten hours, or a day."
"I'll help you." Chen Boqiao said. He dimmed the lights a little more, and the cheap dim orange light in the room dimmed people and things. Zhang Jue half-opened his eyes, watching blankly.
Chen Boqiao opened Zhang Jue's quilt and let the air-conditioning in the room stick to Zhang Jue's exposed skin. The thing that came to soothe himself was pulled out, turned off the power, and threw it at the end of the bed.
Zhang Jue was very afraid that Chen Boqiao would laugh at himself, but Chen Boqiao didn't. He just slowly unbuttoned his shirt and casually asked Zhang Jue, "Where did you buy it?" Zhang Jue relaxed the conversation.
"Downstairs." Zhang Jue said.
Zhang Jue smelled a strong alpha pheromone and saw Chen Boqiao approaching him. Zhang Jue wanted to tell Chen Boqiao that he had just removed a box of condoms and put them on the bedside table, if he needed them, he could use them.
But Chen Boqiao's speed was faster than Zhang Jue. He seemed to have seen the condom there long ago. He took one out by himself and put it on with his back to Zhang Jue. , Chen Boqiao pressed Zhang Jue down.
He slowly entered Zhang Jue's body, pressed against Zhang Jue's ear, and told Zhang Jue, "The cover is too small."
Chen Boqiao has sex with Zhang Jue in a very traditional posture. With great strength, he separated Zhang Jue's legs, held Zhang Jue's crotch, and walked in and out without haste. Zhang Jue's bodily fluids from the excitement squeezed out from the place where he was having sex, and was pushed out by the things that propped him up, dripping onto the sheets. There was no sound in the room except for the sound of body colliding and the short moans that Zhang Jue sometimes couldn't hold back.
Chen Boqiao made love very holy, and he didn't even touch Zhang Jue's body too much. He put one hand on Zhang Jue's waist.
In a trance, Zhang Jue looked at the person above him and felt that he should have never been emotional.
When Chen Boqiao said he helped Zhang Jue, he really just helped a bunch of Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue was soon fucked to an orgasm. Perhaps he was too awake, hooked Chen Boqiao's neck, and wanted to kiss Chen Boqiao, but he was pressed down by Chen Boqiao before he could exert any force. .
After Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's arm, he paused for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, he lowered his head and kissed Zhang Jue. Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's lips, and received a wet kiss that was neither long nor short.
Zhang Jue ejaculated intermittently, his body was easily satisfied, his fever seemed to be declining, and his spirit was no longer in a trance, because Chen Boqiao helped him.
But Zhang Jue's eyes were sore, and his throat was like being scratched by a blade.
He didn't think he had any trouble. Chen Boqiao was not interested in him, and Chen Boqiao told him ten years ago.
Zhang Jue made a lot of stupid decisions, bad luck, and suffered a lot for this. He knows better than anyone that he is a person without merit, attractiveness and dullness.
Then it should be because of shame and guilt that Zhang Jue's lacrimal glands will continue to secrete warm liquid.
Chen Boqiao stopped, as if he touched his face lightly, but he didn't.
Zhang Jue turned his head to the side and buried half of his face in the bedding. Tears flowed from the corners of his closed eyes, ran down the bridge of his nose, and quickly seeped into the dry bedsheets.