Shen Qiao was surrounded by the faint and refreshing smell of the pine snow, and finally got away from the strong fragrance of flowers, but the itchiness on his neck, arms, and face was so intense that he couldn't help but want to scratch.
He could only forcibly turn his attention away, put on Lu Zhe's coat and turned to look at the Hank player.
If he was still confused before, then in the second half of Lu Zhe's coming up, he has basically been sure—
This person's pheromones are overflowing in his own direction on purpose.
Basically, every time the other party said a word, Shen Qiao could feel that the concentration of Omega pheromones wrapped around him became a little heavier, and the floral scent kept trying to dig into the back of his neck, as if trying to trigger his emotions. glandular resonance.
As we all know, Alpha will be affected by Omega's estrus pheromone, and thus have a strong desire for O, who emits sweet pheromone, and even lose his mind and want to mark each other regardless of the occasion.
The reason why he came to this conclusion was that Shen Qiao judged according to the degree of Omega's pheromone overflow. Judging from his current state of extremely severe allergies, if the other party couldn't control the pheromone release, it is estimated that the first row in front of the stage The audience has already noticed it.
But no.
He was the only one in the audience who was affected, so it could be seen that the other party was intentionally directing pheromones to his side.
"Don't move..." Seeing that he couldn't help but want to use his red arm to rub against the cold wall, Lu Zhe pulled his arm, his eyes were obviously anxious, the other hand was holding the phone, his fingertips turned white with force.
Just now he learned that there is no doctor in the venue, and no one can handle this pheromone symptom at present, so he has already contacted the car, and now he is going to take Shen Qiao directly to the hospital.
Shen Qiao's eyes turned back, her brows furrowed tightly, but her voice was very soft, giving the illusion that he was acting like a spoiled child.
He was saying, "It's itchy."
Lu Zhe was so distressed that he almost dragged him towards the exit behind the stage. His voice was full of consolation, but he couldn't help but tremble in his voice for some reason: "Be patient, darling. , I called the driver, go to the hospital now, do you have any medicine on you?"
Shen Qiao nodded, "In the bag."
His symptoms are a little serious now. Taking medicine can't take effect too quickly, and even the temporary inhibitory effect can't be achieved. Lu Zhe can only hold the attitude of a dead horse as a living horse doctor and call Manager Zhou and the others as he walks out. Call and ask them to bring the medicine in Shen Qiao's bag.
soon.
The two followed the staff out of the arena. Lu Zhe took Shen Qiao all the way into the team car, opened the door and let him in and sat down. Looking back, they saw Manager Zhou hurriedly chasing from behind with water, and then turned back to pick him up, briefly. After the exchange, the two got into the car.
Lu Zhe saw sharply that the redness on Shen Qiao's neck became more serious under the lights in the car, and there were several red marks sliding across it.
His condition is not very good, the rhythm of breathing has changed, and Lu Zhe's coat that he was wearing before has also been thrown aside by him. I don't know if he is a little less sober. Lu Zhe looks worried, but he doesn't dare to too close.
"Qiao Qiao," Lu Zhe came to him with water, leaned over and said softly, "Take some medicine first."
Manager Zhou in the front row confirmed with the driver the length of the drive to the nearby hospital, and then looked at the situation of Lu Zhe and Shen Qiao in the back. He shook his head, stopped looking, took out his mobile phone and made several calls in succession, his voice kept low.
…
Shen Qiao was a little groggy, scratching the itchy skin unconsciously, maybe because of his not clear mind, he could not help but wince when he smelled the fragrance of the pine snow, wanting to get away from the terrifying memory A little further away.
However, he always felt nostalgic, and couldn't help shouting in a low voice:
"Lu Zhe..."
The taste of Songxue was much lighter, and a touch of temperature fell on his side, and the temperature was attached to his lips. As soon as Shen Qiao tasted it, it was a bit bitter, and Lu Zhe fed him the pills with water.
Then he heard the hot breath ringing in his ears, with endless tenderness: "I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
Shen Qiao was stimulated by the bitter taste, or was brought back to her senses by Lu Zhe's voice, leaned on his shoulder, and after a while, whispered, "Your pheromone smells so bad."
Lu Zhe made a sound of "um". He didn't take off his restraint bracelet when he left the stadium. When he saw Shen Qiao throwing his jacket away, he knew that he used his own pheromone to separate the O's in the stadium. Pheromone is just a desperate move. In this situation, it is really inappropriate for me to release pheromone to make things worse for the other party.
After all... Shen Qiao has a physiological disgust response to his pheromones.
He patted Shen Qiao's head indulgently, and responded to his words: "Yes, it tastes really bad."
From birth to now, Lu Zhe has never hated his gender as much as he does now. He thought, if he was a Beta, he would not have such a pheromone smell, and his sweetheart would not have gotten sick. At times, there is nothing to help, and I am at a loss.
Hearing his words, Shen Qiao hooked his lips silently, and suddenly raised his hand to climb on his neck, raised his head slightly, and said to Lu Zhe in a low voice and hoarseness:
"But I like it."
Lu Zhe kissed his hair sideways, even though Shen Qiao said he liked it, he still restrained his pheromones to the extreme.
Shen Qiao was a little irritated by the itch, she raised her hand and wanted to scratch, but was caught by Lu Zhe. There was a soft smile in his voice, like the morning wind and the soft clouds in the sky. To temporarily forget the pain:
"Don't scratch it, it won't look good if you scratch it again."
Shen Qiao's Adam's apple moved, as if seduced by his voice, and she involuntarily offered an invitation:
"Tag me."
He said, "Lu Zhe, I'm so uncomfortable, you tag me, just like before."
Lu Zhe knew that he was referring to the time when they were in love with each other, and when he was in the alley on his way home after school, he pressed people in an unoccupied corner and bit the gland mark.
At that time, he didn't know the consequences of doing this. It was just out of instinct that he wanted to let the whole world know that this person was his own. Later, he made a mistake and made Shen Qiao's symptoms of allergy to Omega much better. .
Then…
When he went to the hospital to accompany Shen Qiao to see a doctor in the next course of treatment, he found that Shen Qiao was holding the examination results, and was accused by the beautiful female doctor: "You are too nonsense!"
"You know that your glands are not well developed, yet you still inject another Alpha's pheromone? Do you know how domineering your Alpha's pheromone is? This pheromone may completely destroy your glands. At some point you may have surgery..."
Lu Zhe heard cold sweat outside the door.
He was embarrassed and apologetic again. When Shen Qiao came out with the prescription slip, he followed behind him with a guilty conscience, and said, "I'm sorry."
As a result, Shen Qiao stopped from the front, put his pocket in one hand, raised his eyebrows, sneered at him as usual, and said slowly:
"Apologize for what?"
"Isn't this what you want? You didn't force me."
Lu Zhe looked into his eyes carefully, and he didn't find the slightest regret in his eyes, which showed that Shen Qiao knew exactly what he had done.
But no matter what Shen Qiao thinks—
Lu Zhe still felt regret.
From then on, he decided that until Shen Qiao's situation improved, he would never do such things to hurt the other party again, and he would rather be marked by Shen Qiao in turn.
…
Raising his hand and spreading his fingertips, Lu Zhe sighed and refused helplessly: "No."
There was forbearance in his voice: "Be patient again, you will be in the hospital soon, eh?"
However, Shen Qiao seemed to have fallen into some kind of stubbornness. He repeated to Lu Zhe again and again. His hoarse voice was dyed with turbid air and spit on Lu Zhe's neck, which made Lu Zhe itch as if he was allergic: "Mark me."
Lu Zhe's eyes became darker and darker, as if there was a boundless storm about to roll up from it, and like an endless ocean about to rage. His voice was not as firm as before, but he repeated:
"No, Jojo."
"Be nice, okay?" He lowered his head and kissed Shen Qiao's ear. He moved lightly and with pity. It was obvious that he was the healthy one. However, if Manager Zhou looked back, he would find that his expression was more serious than that of being sick. The one is even more fragile, as if it can be broken with a touch.
He was so sad that his voice was trembling, almost praying.
Shen Qiao's throat moved, and finally she stopped embarrassing him.
The car stopped at this moment. Manager Zhou in the front row immediately opened the car door. When the air with the smell of disinfectant penetrated into the car with the wind, Lu Zhe was relieved and took Shen Qiao out of the car.
Emergency registration, treatment—
Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner in the hospital.
When Lu Zhe sat with Shen Qiao in a quiet small room and hung the bottle, Manager Zhou walked to the door, looked at Shen Qiao resting on the bed with his eyes closed, and waved to Lu Zhe.
Lu Zhe kissed Shen Qiao's forehead and helped him brush away the hair that was about to block his eyes. Then he got up and walked out. When he went out, he gently closed the door.
Manager Zhou's voice sounded immediately:
"The explanation given to me over there is that this person didn't expect that he was in heat today, so he was a little rude on stage, which affected the wolf cub, and wanted to discuss a compensation method with us..."
The tenderness in Lu Zhe's eyes receded, leaving only the ice-like coldness.
There was even a coolness in his voice: "He did it on purpose."
He didn't say his judgment, his eyes fell on the void, and his black eyes were soaked in frost like Ling Lie: "I don't care if he is a fanatical fan or something else—"
"I want him to get out of the e-sports circle, he doesn't deserve to be on this arena."
The author has something to say:
But I feel bad for Lu Gou, he is such a precious person.