The clock on the wall was approaching four o'clock in the morning, and Rimbaud opened his eyes first.
The temperature in the room is unexpectedly suitable. After staying in the water for a long time, it will appear that the land temperature is too high, and the brain will become dull and irritable due to the heat.
Alpha was lying beside him and fell asleep, turning sideways to wrap him in his arms in a protective posture, with his arms around his waist, because the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was too low, the hairs stood up one by one, and a Layers of tiny goosebumps.
The faint smell of brandy in the room has not completely dissipated, and the abundance of soothing pheromones makes the ordinary small room a little more cozy.
Rimbaud silently looked at Alpha sleeping next to him, his eyes traced along the angular young face all the way to the bitten and scabbed neck, and frowned coldly—the expression was like that of a parent who beat a bear child in a hurry, It's as complicated as looking back and seeing a child fall asleep with slap marks on his buttocks.
I haven't seen him in three years, and the little alpha seems to have faded away from his previous youthfulness and childishness. His skin, which has been darkened twice due to the wind and sun, is not as white and delicate as it used to be in the breeding box, but he is still handsome.
But when he was three years older, he was not as obedient as before. Although he was stronger than before, he seemed to have been contaminated with too many bad habits, such as smoking, teasing girls, being unpredictable, and being irritable.
Thinking of the dispute just now, Rimbaud's tail turned red again, unable to figure out how the obedient little white lion who grew up on his own pheromone milk would bite him back.
During the cultivation period, the experimental subjects could not understand the language, nor could they express themselves, but their thinking was running sensitively. Rimbaud has now analyzed the emotions and behaviors of the people around him that he exists in a virtual environment at this time, and he can also feel that he is lying in a virtual environment. The white lion around him is uncharacteristically impulsive and irritable.
"chug..." Rimbaud tried to read out the name that Bai Chunian taught himself.
"chu, ch...g"
"chq..."
"noob."
This is more fluent.
Rimbaud briefly forgot the farce of seeing blood just now, and pushed Alpha, who was peacefully inhaling the faint pheromone smell in his neck.
Bai Chunian didn't wake up vigilantly as usual when performing tasks, but fell into a deep sleep. He squeezed Rimbaud into a fish-shaped pillow and hugged him tightly, and put a leg on him too much.
Because of being hugged too tightly, the temperature of his skin rose rapidly, and Rimbaud was so hot that he couldn't help but struggled a few times, losing his strength, and pulled Bai Chunian out of the bed with his tail.
With a loud bang, Bai Chunian rolled onto the carpet and fell awake, leaning on the edge of the bed to sit up, rubbing his head sleepily, with a sleepy and innocent face.
Seeing that Lan Bo's tail was still red, Bai Chunian blurted out: "What's the matter? Are you so angry? I gave you soothing pheromone all night, and the glands are deflated. You woke up and kicked me off?"
Rimbaud was dumbfounded by the words, and the parts he didn't understand were all treated as curses. His tail changed from light red and bloodshot to deep red, and he raised his tail angrily and pulled Bai Chunian down the spiral staircase on the second floor.
Bai Chunian quickly grasped the railing with quick eyesight, turned over and fell on Rimbaud: "I advise you not to challenge my patience."
His movements were a little big, and when Lan Bo struggled, he pulled the wound on his lower body and shivered in pain. Bai Chunian immediately withdrew his strength, wondering if he should rub and blow for him: "Does it hurt? After a while, I'll take you to the hospital when you get out."
Lan Bo took the opportunity to drag Bai Chunian, who was distracted, down the second floor.
Bai Chunian was caught off guard and rolled down the steps, the blood bar on his chest dropped sharply all the way, and when he fell downstairs, there was only a trace of blood left.
Just when Lu Yan was ready and opened the door with his rifle on his back, he saw Bai Chunian kneeling on the carpet on the first floor facing the door, propping up the sofa.
Lu Yan: "? You don't have to."
Du Mo secretly rejoiced that he didn't sleep in the same room with this fish, even the foreign aid leader was beaten to blood, it was too dangerous.
Bai Chunian stood up with a dark face and walked out. Lu Yan asked him to drive, and he snorted through his nose: "Whoever wants to drive, I will not wait on you. It is better to go back to sleep with the children." After speaking, he walked out of the hotel and sat Entered the co-pilot, lowered the backrest, raised the foot rest on the edge of the window, and slept with hands and eyes closed.
Seeing the tense situation, Du Mo volunteered to drive. As soon as his right foot stepped into the driver's seat, he was shocked by the electric shock, and his hair exploded.
Looking back, Rimbaud was curled up on the welcoming statue at the entrance of the hotel, his eyes were full of warning, and the current in the translucent tail became faster and brighter, obviously storing electricity.
"Brother, come here." Du Mo stepped back and bowed, and opened the driver's door for Rambo.
Rimbaud sat in along the car window, with his long tail bent into a wave shape, stepping on a pedal in an arc, skillfully starting the car, turning the direction around the garage and setting off, and adjusting the three rearview mirrors from time to time.
Lu Yan first keenly noticed the strange atmosphere between the two, and accidentally saw several red marks and tooth marks on their necks.
"Oh." Lu Yan covered his eyes with rabbit ears, blushing and accused, "You are not even married, how could this be?"
Bai Chunian touched the scab on his neck, and snorted softly: "Who told you that you have to be married to bite your neck."
"My father said it." Lu Yan peeked through the rabbit's ears, "My father said that he is a falcon and has the habit of catching rabbits and biting rabbits, so he likes to bite Dad."
Bai Chunian turned around and was very interested in gossip about the president's private life: "I thought the president was frigid, and his drawer is full of inhibitors."
Lu Yan opened his eyes wide: "What is frigidity?"
Bai Chunian glanced at Rimbaud, relying on the dumb fish not being able to understand, he said unscrupulously: "I want to fuck. If he doesn't give me a fuck, if I want to kiss him and don't give him a kiss, that means he is frigid."
Suddenly, the car slammed on the brakes and flicked its tail, dragging out a long trail, causing the people in the car to stagger around and feel dizzy. Bai Chunian thought he was in an emergency, so he immediately touched his gun and judged from his experience in the direction of possible people. Shoot each.
The car stopped. At dawn, the sky was not yet bright, the air was a bit muggy, and the surroundings were silent.
Lan Bo held the steering wheel with both hands, stared indifferently at the front, let go of the brake pedal with his tail, wrapped it around Bai Chunian's neck, and dragged him in front of him.
The two were separated by a few centimeters, sniffing the light fragrance of pheromone in each other's breath, Rimbaud raised his jaw slightly, made his gaze slightly higher than alpha, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"You, honey, less...?"
Bai Chunian was stared down by those sapphire eyes, and there was a momentary blank in his mind.
Although, how much can he understand