Perfect Match

But like every time before, the man turned a deaf ear and still acted instinctively.

In the end, he couldn't even satisfy his tears—he curled up He's hair and forced him to twist his neck, revealing his back neck, and sharp tiger teeth pierced the glands under the skin.

"Ahhh !!!!"

He An screamed violently, his heartbeat suddenly stalled, and his waist bounced sharply.

The rich pheromone in the glands gives men a strong stimulus. He lost control of his lust, hugged He An vigorously to slash, and the flirtatious meat column invaded the stocks, ignoring the cry of the people below him.

Eventually, the man shot out in a mentally and physically lamentable way, habitually falling to He An. He An didn't know where the strength came from, raised his elbow and tried to block it, pushing him to the side desperately, without letting him to the stomach. The fluid-soaked **** organs detached from the intestinal cavity and brought out a large stream of turbid blood. The man fell suddenly and fell into a deep sleep.

He An was lying on his back weakly, gasping in his mouth.

He was finally freed from the torture.

He knew what he was supposed to do at this time-he should get up and make a call for help as soon as possible. But he was too tired and painful, and even moving his fingers seemed to exhaust his whole body.

He An curled up on the single bed, her eyes darkened, and she suddenly lost consciousness.

Chapter two

Zheng Feiyu had an unforgettable dream.

In the dream, the sky is clear, the clouds are light, and a long yanming comes from the sky. The light broke through the clouds and pierced the grey feathers of the goose wings. The mountain was resting and the rain was dew. He stood in the valley by the lake, and large white lily of the valley bloomed beside him, with flowers and bones hanging down, each one was a teenager ashamed to look up at him.

The floral scent seemed to be solid, wet with clothes, and bathed in his tired body. The lungs gradually became moist, the skin and pores breathed comfortably, and a fresh force penetrated into the blood vessels, clearing him of the long-stagnant tiredness.

How long haven't you been so relaxed?

In this half of Europe, his emotions have been shrouded in anxiety for unknown reasons. Anxiety is gradually accumulating, but there is no channel for venting. The heart seems to be sealed in a container with insufficient oxygen, and the longer it gets, the more dangerous it becomes. One week before he returned to China, his work was piled up. His temper was at the apex. The whole man was like a barrel of oil placed under the summer sun. He was nitpicking and exploded. He lost his ability to express opinions normally.

And now he's had a long absence.

Zheng Feiyu took a deep breath and opened his eyes comfortably.

The vision was gray, and fine dust slowly floated in the air. There is a simple wooden window on the right and gray accumulates on the outside of the glass. At the top of the head is a narrow ceiling with green-grey mold marks at the corners, and several peeling cracks climbing like vines to the distance.

After a while, he finally realized that he was lying in a strange place. The single bed, short and narrow, was placed against the wall, and the sheets under him were wrinkled into rotten leaves.

This is a cheap rental house.

How could he lie here?

He remembered the plane landing yesterday and returned directly to his downtown residence. In order to reverse jet lag as soon as possible, he ordered aromatherapy, took a bath, and drank half a glass of red wine to help sleep, and fell asleep before six o'clock in the evening.

When he woke up, why did he appear elsewhere?

"Cough ... me, I'm fine, no need to go to the hospital ... cough ..."

A choking cough interrupted Zheng Feiyu's thinking. He turned his head, first looking at a pale neck, two flapped shoulders, and slightly curly black hair. The hair color is extremely dark, and the skin color is almost white to morbid under the contrast of the two sides.

It was a thin young man, sitting on his back on the cold floor with his back to him, leaning on the bed, naked, wrapped in a thin blanket to warm himself up. The young man held the phone and lowered his voice and said to him, "Come and take him away. I didn't hold it last night. I fainted and just woke up. It's dawning outside and I'm afraid of him ..."

Zheng Feiyu sat up, his eyes focused on the youth's back neck—tooth marks were scarred, tiger teeth bited extremely deep, and blood stains spread all over the back, as if someone had violently bitten the glands. The bare thighs were also covered with imprints, buttocks were reddened, and blood-stained turbid fluid leaked from the thighs, clearly suffering from sexual problems.

Is he in the same room as a tagged Omega?

What's the new way to go?

Zheng Feiyu was very alert. The first reaction was that Omega and Alpha set up a joint situation with the intention of defrauding money, but soon realized that it was impossible. In the **** case, photos and videos could not explain any problems, and pheromone was the key. Sexual evidence. If he really meets the fairy jump, he is sure to prove himself innocently.

The young man didn't notice that he was awake, and was still urging the person on the other end of the phone, his tone was even more urgent: "Don't buy medicine, don't buy anything, I can live with it. Come on, take a shortcut, hurry ... ... he can't wake up here ... "

Zheng Feiyu looked around. The small room of 20 square meters couldn't hide anyone else, so the "he" in the mouth of the young man should be himself.

Zheng Feiyu couldn't help laughing.

This small piece of paper-like body was frightened and he was afraid to fold his shoulder, and he really dared to play ridiculous tricks.

He reached over and ripped his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, waited patiently for that Omega to finish the phone call, and greeted him coldly, "Good morning."