recovery reaction ABO

Yan Minglu pressed the headlights of the car, and the warm light shone on the freshly torn alcohol cotton sheet, which glistened wetly. Lin Cha used it to wipe the needle tip and then his skin.

Yan Minglu couldn't stand it with a squinting glance, and grabbed the syringe from Lin Cha's hand: "Disinfectants cannot be reused, haven't you learned it?"

"I'm poor." Lin Cha was honest.

"Shut up, the droplets have germs."

Lin Cha: "..."

After the introduction of oral medications, Yan Minglu seldom used injections to inject inhibitors. After all, he had been abstinent for many years, and the susceptibility period was spent by injections. He is still familiar with how to operate.

The skin of Lin Cha is called brittle in the jargon, and it can't help being pricked. The blood vessels seem to shrink due to malnutrition, and they can't stop moving left and right. This is the type you are most afraid of encountering when donating blood.

Yan Minglu gently patted that inch of skin dotted with fine pinholes, thinking how many times this person must have been pierced crookedly by himself.

After the slapping, the blood vessels were exposed, Yan Minglu held his breath and concentrated on taking the injection, and slowly pushed the inhibitor in.

Yan Minglu often frowned, but the frown when he was serious was different from the frown when he was disgusted. Lin Cha couldn't tell what was the difference.He stared at Yan Minglu's broken eyebrows and thought about the answer, until Yan Minglu called him, then he came back and put cotton wool on the needle.

"When will it end?"

"what?"

"The estrus period," Yan Minglu turned around and put his hands on the steering wheel, "When will it end?"

"Tomorrow, it's the last shot of the month."

"Where did you lose the key?"

"I don't know, maybe I didn't take it out when I fell home."

"careless."

This time Lin Cha didn't talk back.The scene of Yan Mingli injecting him with inhibitors was still reflected in his mind, but Yan Mingli, who had always been aloof, bowed his head.

The bridge of the nose is straight and the eye sockets are deep, suitable for wearing glasses.

He did wear glasses with black frames when he was in class, so that he could catch the wind and grass in every corner, and if he dared to sleep, it would be a death sentence.

The lecture hall of the first major class of the entire department of biochemistry was the scene where Lin Cha met Yan Minglv for the first time.He wore the black frame that he didn't often wear, lined with a gray striped shirt, and the sleeves on both sides were pulled up halfway to the wrist, revealing his strong forearm muscles.

Yan Minglu is a clothes hanger, and a clothes hanger who knows how to put on clothes. As long as he doesn't speak, it will become the dream of many people.

But he opened his mouth to speak, kicked off the mat to raise the microphone, and said to the whole department——

"Lin Cha, did you leave your ears at home?"

Lin Cha came back to his senses for the second time, with a little confusion in his eyes.Yan Minglu taunted: "It seems that the brain has been left at home."

"What did you just ask?" Lin Cha said calmly.

"I asked you to report the landlord's address to me, or which road do you want me to drive? Huangquan Road?"

Lin Cha remained calm, and put the needles back into the needle box while reporting the address.

Yan Minglu has experience in hospital work, and instinctively only trusts disposable items. Just as he was about to accuse him of being unhygienic, Lin Cha's words about poorness echoed in his mind, as well as the dense wounds on his arms that could only be seen when he looked closely.

He doesn't use oral medication, because it involves a new technology of protease resistance to gastric acid denaturation, which is more expensive than using needles.

So he plans to take the insurance test. For college students without a regular income, the monthly quota of suppressive drugs is a very huge expense.

This child is rebellious, unruly, disobedient, and unwilling to be subordinated to others.

I would rather tie myself into SpongeBob SquarePants than obediently obey my instincts and be an Omega.

However, as long as Alpha is marked, even temporarily, there is no need to suffer from these troubles.

The SS class is a very special class, their pheromones are hugely attractive to other classes, but they completely lose interest in other classes.

It's not that you can't mark and be marked, it's just that you're not interested.

Omega is good as a passive side, Alphas like Yan Mingli can't be tough against non-SS level pheromones at all.

Yan Minglu sent Lin Cha downstairs for the second time tonight, and he finally entered the room with the spare key given by the landlord.

Yan Minglu waited downstairs until the lights on the third floor came on, stretched out his fingers and pressed a few places on the navigator, and searched for the nearest hardware store, but they were not open. He drove past two more around Mingyang West Road before finding one. About to pull down the gate.

While Yan Minglu was waiting for Lin Cha's key to come out of the key dispensing machine, Lin Cha was worrying why he didn't close the window when he went out in the morning.

Fang first came in after a cloud and rain, and the part of the exposed quilt was soaked, so he had to hang it for another night. Fortunately, the weather in the north is dry inland.

Yesterday Shangxie was hit by extinction, and when we met Jiang Zhe the next day, he said that after a night of tossing and turning, he finally decided to change his head.

From the second year of sophomore year, there were internships in the hospital. Hair dyeing, earrings, and all kinds of dresses that did not conform to the professional image were prohibited. Only the freshman year was considered free. It was common to change the hair color two or three times, but Jiang Zhe It was just made at the beginning of school, and Townsend advised him to wait three months.

Lin Cha was thinking about his bunch of keys, thinking about where to find them, drinking green tea and listening absent-mindedly until he had an extra hand on his head to rub it around. "Lin Cha," Jiang Zhe said, "follow me to change it, this green color actually ruins your appearance."

It's just to ruin your appearance, Lin Cha thought.

Being pretty is easy for people to do bad things. He has been taught many times. The worst time was when his uncle put his hand into his clothes the day he brought Lin Cha home.

Lin Cha hates unequal rights, but Yan Mingru is different.

He allows Yan Mingli to reach into his clothes during the kiss because he can control Yan Mingli.When he was playing games with Yan Mingli, he could always feel an extremely secret pleasure.He's above class by the nominal law, but he can't suppress himself -- if he doesn't cheat with pheromones.

Lin Cha not only bit back at Yan Minglu, but he would bite very rudely as long as he crossed his bottom line. He picked up the vase and threw it at that dirty, shriveled, wrinkled hand, regardless of whether he was an old man or himself. elders.

Lin Cha opened Jiang Zhe's hand, and said, "I don't want to change it, what can I change it for hundreds of dollars? Did my money fall from the sky?"

It wasn't until the words came out that I realized that I was disciplined, and sure enough, even Townsend's face changed: "Hey, I said Lin Cha, you didn't speak like this before!"

"Haha! You don't have Yan Mingli's immune antibody at all!" Jiang Zhe was triumphant, "You are an alternative clinical reaction of Yan Mingli's PTSD!"

Lin Cha was still in the astonishment of aphasia, fearing that he would be fully disciplined, he pushed the green tea aside and said after learning from the pain: "No, it's too sinful, too sinful, I'll give you money with rhetorical questions."

In fact, there is still the second half of this sentence: except when facing Yan Minglu himself.

Lin Cha squeezed between classes to retrace the path he walked yesterday.In fact, I already have a spare house key, and I just need to sharpen another one. The reason why I am obsessed with finding it is because there is still a key to the university locker on it, and if I lose it, I will be fined.

The midsummer sun is scorching hot, as if there is more than one sun in this world.

The next section is the practice of system interpretation. It is necessary to roll the name, and it cannot be delayed or skipped.Lin Cha waited until the last second before standing up unwillingly from the haystack and running to the teaching building.

Yan Minglu's office is on the middle floor of the medical building, and it is very convenient to go up and down. There is a water dispenser in the corner, and the sunlight penetrates the upside-down bucket, reflecting undulating light and shadow on the ground.

After Yan Minglu finished pouring the water, he habitually glanced out the window.Lin Cha was running over from the sun.

The teenager should have been smiling broadly, waving his arms at his friend.At that moment, the first thing Yan Minglv thought of was a compliment:

Vibrant.

Lin Cha received a call from the School Affairs Office before giving Xiaotian tuition, saying that his key had been left in the group tutorial room after class yesterday, and today a student picked it up and handed it to the Lost and Found Office.Because the key was an important item, and it happened to have the code of the university locker on it, the staff went to the registration form to check the name and contacted Lin Cha's handbag.

Lin Cha was overjoyed to find the lost one. When he bumped into Yan Minglu in the elevator, he was in a good mood and wanted to tell, but there were other people in the elevator, and they all began to breathe cautiously the second Yan Minglu entered. Lin Cha could only Pretend to be afraid together.

But he still couldn't help it, and secretly opened WeChat to send a message to Yan Minglu: I found the key!

There was no signal in the elevator, and a small gray circle kept spinning beside the text bubble until Lin Cha stepped out of the elevator and disappeared.He walked a few steps in the opposite direction of the parking lot with a group of students, and a new message suddenly popped up in the dialog box: Come here.

When Lin Cha turned around, Yan Minglu was putting down his cell phone with his back turned to him, and there was a trace of clothes on the straightened arm of his shirt.

Lin Cha only had three keys attached to this bunch of keys, the anti-theft door, the house door and the school locker. There was enough space to make a crisp sound when shaken, and Lin Cha also laughed out loud, which echoed sweetly in the front seat of the car.

Yan Minglu didn't see Lin Cha laughing very often, so he turned his head around and realized that Lin Cha had a dimple on the right side of his cheek.

Then this green hair is even more unsuitable for him.

The front door of Yan’s house is a two-door structure with one large and one small. The main door is for the car to enter and exit, and the remote control switch, but Yan Minglu has not taken out the remote control to open the door when the car drives to the door, and does not even plan to get out of the car.

Lin Cha bowed in doubt, watching Yan Minglu from the car window.He's putting the thermos back in the rack. "I'm going to Yunda," he lied casually, but with a natural expression, "I've bought groceries by the hour, and it's in the refrigerator. Xiaotian cooks for her whatever she wants."

Lin Cha said, "I'm a tutor, not a nanny."

"I'll be back at 08:30, no cold food."

"Yan Ming—"

"I'll pay you," Yan Minglu said with a half-smile, "but according to my mood."

He was poor, and he had never heard Lin Cha talk about his family.

Yan Minglu threw the key into the group tutoring room today and went to check Lin Cha's enrollment information. The guardian's surname is not bad, but the column of relationship is uncle and nephew.

I am poor, so I have to work part-time, and my family does not give me money because I am not my own son.

It seemed that this Lin Cha had experienced some things, and his temper was even more stubborn than he imagined.

When the lights in Lin Cha's rented house were brightly lit, Yan Minglu stood in the dark outside the door, his stern gaze walked past every corner of the house.The last time the sheets were piled up in a messy pile at the corner of the sofa bed because of the injections of anesthesia hidden in them, now this sheet has no secrets and is spread generously on the clothesline.

There was a pool of water stains in the quilt, which was not easy to see, but Yan Minglu didn't see it, he smelled it.

His sense of smell loves the smell of forest tea, and he made a compromise to a certain extent, no longer taking suppressive drugs outside the susceptible period, and let the tea fragrance linger on him.

He is extremely sensitive to the smell of Lin Cha, not to mention that he drank too much water.

Yan Minglu found himself imagining the feeling when he put his finger in and stirred it, it should be very sticky, like melted sugar.

There was no part of Lin Cha's body that could not provide him with a graceful touch, the cervical spine that he stroked when he put his fingers into his hair, and the soft lips.This person has a way to make Yan Mingli become the animal of lust that he despised the most before.

Yan Minglu stopped himself from continuing to imagine, and turned to look at the wardrobe in the corner.

It was a cheap item that Lin Cha ordered from Taobao and made of light wood boards. Yan Minglu moved it away without much effort, and there was indeed a door behind it.Yan Minglu put his hand on the doorknob to achieve his ultimate goal of taking Lin Cha out for a barbecue.

Yan Minglu saw himself first.

When I was three or four years younger than now, the entry photos taken in front of a dark blue background were printed out and neatly nailed to the cork board.