Perfect Match

Do not.

In addition to pheromones, of course you.

But Zheng Feiyu couldn't deny that sentence, because he really, really missed the taste of He An.

He An understood his silence as the default, and laughed mockingly: "Have you forgotten? I had an operation before I left. It was the pheromone you chose for me, a 7% fit. I can't find anything lower. I don't have the flavor you like. You can be awake or not awake. I can't help you. "

"You do." Zheng Feiyu interrupted him.

How could it not?

The faint ray was hidden in another strange and ordinary pheromone. It was very weak, and it was only a line away from dissipation, but Zheng Fei heard it.

For him, this is the most sensitive taste in the world.

It was like a white butterfly in the thick fog, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, playing trickyly on Zheng Feiyu, making him dry. He couldn't help but release a little Alpha pheromone, it was hooked, fluttered more frequently, and more frequently, gradually accumulating strength, breaking through the veil of fog formed by type 3 pheromone, and filled Zheng Fei with joy. Come on.

The sweet fragrance was permeating all over, and Zheng Fei's lungs were washed like a storm.

It also waited too long, too lonely, and coveted the long-lost love of Alpha pheromones. They are fused, entangled in the blood, insanely intimate, like a pair of unending lovers.

That's the taste, lily of the valley.

Never changed.

Zheng Feiyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if eating a reassurance pill: his Omega was safe and sound, and he was still waiting for him.

And a few steps away, He An couldn't even stand.

It seemed like the sky suddenly changed, cold and heat alternated, and then it was stuffed in the hot steamer, and then it was frozen in snow and ice. His face was getting worse, his lips were pale and white, but between a few breaths, the horns were sweating heavily.

The back of the neck was stinging, and a nerve was constantly shaken by the person. The nerve penetrated the whole body, and was extremely sharp, and the dizziness and nausea that swung up turned into huge waves. In the fiercely rotating field of vision, eaves, railings, swings, daylight, bougainvillea ... and Zheng Fei's erect figure were all distorted by a pen.

He wanted to bear it, but he couldn't stop the urge to vomit in his stomach.

The sky hangs upside down, and the ground underneath is loose and softer than the ripped cotton. He couldn't figure out the center of gravity, and fell two steps left and right. One accidentally stumbled on the steps. The pillars behind him seemed to disappear, and the whole person suddenly fell backwards.

"He An, what's wrong with you ?!"

Zheng Feiyu was so horrified that he hurried forward and hugged the man the moment he fell on his back.

Suddenly, he awakened the sleeping lily of the valley.

At first the child was tired and hazy, and when the tip of his nose moved, he smelled Zheng Fei's breath in the air, and suddenly he was scared-she remembered the smell.

Before she was born, she feared deeply in her bones, all her childish little brains remembered.

The owner of this smell wanted her to die.

She stared at Wuliang's eyes, tears swirling in her eyes. But she didn't dare cry, pouting her mouth and breathing, like a little lamb trembling, trying to shrink into He's shoulder socket.

But her Omega dad couldn't help himself.

Enthralled by Zheng Fei, he was surrounded by majestic Alpha pheromone, left and right, a huge pain in He An's body was stirred, dull, oppressive, choking his neck and falling into the abyss.

The arm was weak, and the child in his arms seemed to be heavy.

In a coma, he felt that his beloved baby was sliding down, but he couldn't stop it.

When He An woke up, the small yard was full of people, and the blurred vision was full of people. The cry of Lily of the Rings rang through his ears, sharp and loud, hurting his heart like a knife.

He noticed that he was sitting on a bench, surrounded by large groups of snow hydrangeas. About three or four meters away, Zheng Feiyu was staring down at him, his face pale and his lips tight.

In front of him was a man standing in the mountains.

It's Dai Xiao.

He An's nerves relaxed.

Xiao Linglan got Da Xiao's dad as the backing, grieved and vented, and the tears that she just tried to hold now doubled out, and she opened her throat and burst into tears. She climbed Dai Xiao's hands, tears and snot all over her head, while holding her **** to Zheng Feiyu, she refused to give her face.

At the other end of the inn, Cheng Xiu had a trolley in his left hand and a bunch of dumpling bags in his right hand, guiding the new girls into the room.

These girls love gossip, seeing two A, one and ten plus a baby in the yard, obviously there is a situation, the plot seems very exciting, each one stomped his neck and strong onlookers, trying to figure out the end of these two tall and stylish Alpha What a beam.