C-site pheromone

Wen Yaofeng's Adam's apple rolled.

He never considered the possibility of Bai Chun being an OMEGA.

This person does not lose to anyone in physical training on weekdays. He is lean and can have a cold temperament, so he will inadvertently show a bit of gentleness during the idol's business hours.

Before the fall of ECHO, Bai Chun's popularity once approached that of the captain, making the group look like a double-ACE combination.

"Are you OMEGA?" Wen Yaofeng realized that he had been lured by the quiet and cold fragrance, and took a deep breath while reaching out to hold his shoulder: "Does that incident have anything to do with this?"

"No." Bai Chun's eyes were calm and unwavering: "I don't lie."

"Time is running out," he turned around, exposing the back of his neck in front of him: "Tag me temporarily first."

But wasn't that person marked just now?

Wen Yaofeng sprinted all the way over, and the agave pheromone became more intense at this moment.

Like the sunrise at the end of hell, like a fire that can ignite the soul.

Bai Chun was originally addicted to alcohol, but now he felt his nerve endings were numb, and his strength in pulling the neckline gradually relaxed.

"Hurry up." His throat was dry, and he urged with tense nerves: "I'll explain after playing."

Wen Yaofeng took out his mobile phone when he was looking for someone, and sent a message to Sister Su to confirm.

[Yao]: I found it, I'll be back later.

[Su Qi]: It's okay, there is a news program to be broadcast temporarily in the station, and it will start after 10 minutes.

[Yao]: Received.

He put away his phone, frowned and looked at the back of his neck for a few seconds, then suddenly rolled the back of his hand up and wiped it back and forth.

The ability of the previous marker was too low, and there were still two blood beads oozing from Bai Jing's neck, which was inexplicably annoying to see.

Bai Chun frowned slightly, enduring the pain without resisting.

Just rubbing it back and forth twice vigorously, red marks appeared on the warm jade-like neck, like flower petals that could not stand the wrong treatment.

"I bitten." Wen Yaofeng's voice was a little hoarse.

Bai Chun closed his eyes and allowed himself to be enveloped by the smell of spirits, and he was also taking a deep breath at this moment.

He is obsessed with the anesthesia of alcohol on pain, so that his body has an inertial reaction when it comes into contact with the smell.

Like Pavlov's dog.

Wen Yaofeng joined the group as a trainee at the age of 17, and had never been in a relationship before and after the split.

Fuck, that's too fucking foul.

There is a scarlet birthmark on the back of his teammate's neck, which is half a peach blossom in bloom.

If it is a complete one, it will only look beautiful and charming, too gaudy.

The birthmark is halfway open, and it makes people want to destroy it even if they look at it more than once.

The back of Bai Chun's neck is sensitive, and any touch of warm breath at this moment will affect his nerves.

He turned his eyes away awkwardly, and his voice was as cold as filtering through a glacier: "Can't find the gland? May I point it out to you?"

Wen Yaofeng originally opened his mouth to bite down, but when he heard this, he distanced himself, and his voice was low: "Bai Chun, is this how you beg for help?"

Bai Chun realized that he had been misunderstood, and turned to watch him explain, but he staggered against the wall because of the strong fragrance of agave.

Wen Yaofeng grabbed his back collar: "Don't move, your neck is blocking it."

The callused fingertips just brushed against the surface of the gland, and Bai Chun gasped in excitement.

Wen Yaofeng also heard this gasp, and his Adam's apple moved again.

They are unconsciously wasting time while sniffing each other deeply, greedily craving more.

It was as if the gears had finally turned to just the right position and clicked into place.

Bai Chun couldn't hold back the reaction during the marking period, and his voice was a little trembling when it dragged on.

"Please." He was thinking about his work, and at the moment he was so meek that he was abnormal: "Time is running out, sister Su must be looking for me."

Wen Yaofeng looked at the peach blossom again in silence, opened his mouth and bit down, the tip of the tooth pierced the gland directly.

Bai Chun's body tensed up like a dying swan, and his pupils dilated for a moment.

Getting tagged by this man is like pouring tequila into the blood.

It is the joy of extreme indulgence, and it is pungent and fierce like falling.

Melting into the musculoskeletal penetrating spinal cord, as if to take full control.

"Hiss..." He couldn't help making some noise.

Wen Yaofeng never thought that the first one he tagged was his teammate, and he even considered his teammate as ALPHA for several years.

He backed away immediately after the injection, and pulled his collar up like a guilty conscience.

"Cover it up." Wen Yaofeng's voice was still hoarse at the moment, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know whether it was because he was offended or teased: "You owe me more than one explanation."

Bai Chun still lowered his eyelashes and waited for the stamina to pass. After taking a deep breath for a while, he nodded, turned around and walked out.

His chest washed by the wine seemed to be opened, and he was still a little shaky when he walked.

Wen Yaofeng raised his hand to help him, but the latter quickened his pace before being touched, and the traces of hiding were obvious.

The two friends waited and watched for a while, then bid farewell and left. Not long after the news break ended, all members of ECHO came on stage to participate in the live broadcast of "Xingyao Happy Night".

The program is actually quite vague, the new album is still in the production stage, and it will have to wait a month before it is officially released, and everything recorded now is a symbolic maintenance of exposure.

The game session was boring. Wen Yaofeng watched the other two teams push the balloon over the railing, and unconsciously began to lose his mind.

A ray of his pheromone was in Bai Chun's body.

He could clearly feel that connection at this moment.

Wen Yaofeng maintained a professional smile, while interacting politely with the host, while withdrawing his mind, as if he could witness the wisp of tequila swimming in the blood of his teammates.

Eyes and breathing seem to be affected accordingly, instinctively wanting to possess more.

He knew it was just a double-linked feeling created by the temporary markers, but something was wrong.

Bai Chun didn't respond to him, even more distant than before.

It's not that I dodge on purpose, it's not that I don't look at him on purpose, but I have no emotion and no nostalgia.

Wen Yaofeng intentionally prolongs the time of eye contact when pushing the balloon with him according to the rules of the game.

Bai Chun's expression was clear and pure, and the fragrance of Leng still seemed to be absent.

They don't look like a marked relationship now, like passers-by in a parallel world.

A thought slipped through my mind abruptly.

Wouldn't Omega be emotional after being marked?

"Then the big winner of this game is—"

Wen Yaofeng didn't start, he found himself upset about this matter.

He froze for a second because of this thought, and then knocked his head as a self-warning.

Bai Chun ignored me, why am I upset.

Do I really need him to look at me more?Ah.

It's nothing more than a feeling of being thrown away after being used up, and it's right to be angry.

This reason is reasonable enough. The man squinted his eyes and stared at his teammates more, and applauded the other participants very cooperatively.

After the recording of the show, Sister Su drove to pick him up, first sent Rong Zishe to the recording studio, and then took Kurihara to the airport.

"Let's go, you should pay attention to safety when you go back."

"Sister Su, Brother Yao, see you later in vain—"

There were fewer and fewer people in the car, and when only the two of them were left sitting in the back row, the atmosphere seemed awkward and silent.

Su Qi paid attention to the traffic conditions on the expressway, and the dark red nail polish reflected in the sunlight.

"It's not easy to be a boy group now," she said calmly, with her back turned to them, "It's hard to become popular, and it's even harder to become popular."

Bai Chun silently clenched his hands, his nails deeply embedded in his palm.

Wen Yaofeng glanced at it, but said nothing.

"Someone said on the Internet that now ECHO is falling apart, the four of them are busy with their own business, and they will be united when they graduate, and they will not be far away from the group."

"What do you two think?"

Wen Yaofeng's expression changed, and he sat up straight and looked at the old manager who had guided him all the way to the present.

"I can not be reconciled."

He reached out and grabbed the back of her chair, as if he wanted the sound to be closer so that everyone could hear it more clearly.

"ECHO should not have died here."

Now is the fifth year, two years of popularity, two years of fall.

It is difficult to climb to the top, and it is even more difficult to climb up with such scandals.

But he is not reconciled.

He and the other three teammates, even Bai Chun, who has countless fans, have worked too hard as trainees.

With their absolute professional strength and impeccable stage performances, they have been close to the top in glory and love.

But to be an idol, destroying all human settings is tantamount to death.

Bai Chun stayed in ECHO, and the shadow of the stench spread to the other three.

Now any fan looking at the four of them will have mixed emotions mixed with pity.

Su Qi lit a cigarette with one hand, took a deep breath, and then slowly continued.

"Rong Zishe has a major in acting. The script he received this time is very good. It is a rare opportunity for him."

"Although Kurihara is designed by Sunshine Boys, he has always been favored by fashion resources, and he went to Italy to get in touch with the blue blood brand."

She looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror, and it took a while before she moved back to the distant view.

"As for the two of you..."

Wen Yaofeng raised his head.

Su Qi knew that he and Bai Chun didn't get along.

The crux is clear but difficult to understand.

Wen Yaofeng is militant and even more victorious. He was so tired that he had a fever and was sent to the hospital for the album.

ECHO originally had the possibility of cooperating with a well-known American talk show, and if you push it more, you can win wider exposure.

But as soon as the kneeling door exploded, not only did the opportunities abroad disappear, but also many major domestic cooperations were cut off one after another. If they didn't sue them for damaging their brand image, it would be considered a face for Su Qi.

Wen Yaofeng has a strong temper and is ruthless, but because Bai Chun's head fell into the mud, he still can't get an explanation.

What he hated was not kneeling at the door itself, but this incident suddenly revealed that Bai Chun never seemed to care about the three of his teammates.

It's like temporary parasitism, never really emotional.

Thinking of this, Wen Yaofeng silently moved more to the side of the car window, regretting that he didn't take the co-pilot.

Seeing this, Su Qi opened her mouth slowly.

"But I picked up a variety show for you two."

The two looked at her at the same time, as if they heard some incredible joke.

"To be precise, I gave up my face to snatch it for you." She slowed down and drove over the speed bump, leaving no room for discussion in her words: ""Moment of Lore", a large-scale live-action racing variety show .”

Not only the producers of top-notch variety shows from abroad are introduced, but also they are sponsored by big brands, with sufficient funds and excellent productions, which are very popular at first sight.

There are only two places in the hands of FYI, and I don't know how many brokers rushed to grab them.

Su Qi just decided to take this resource away the day before yesterday, and she was often stabbed in the back.

"ECHO is so confused, she still has the nerve to grab it?"

"Isn't it just relying on my own seniority to be old, tsk."

"No matter how good the resources are, it's hard to clear up what happened before, what a waste of opportunity..."

She has a lot of eyeliner and listens clearly, but she doesn't make many excuses.

Only focus on the four children.

She arranged for them to work separately, so that ECHO could reunite in a higher place one day.

"This program tests physical strength, intelligence, and cooperation."

"I will enter the shed next Monday, and the two of you will develop a relationship."

Wen Yaofeng immediately turned his head to look at Bai Chun, just in time to catch a glimpse of the edge of his scarlet birthmark, with a blunt smile: "Me, with him?"

Bai Chun kept tilting his head to look out the window, and said in a low voice for a while, "I won't drag you down."

No, that's not what I care about at all.

Wen Yaofeng took a deep breath for a moment, wanting to ask him more.

You are OMEGA, does Sister Su know?

Why did you ask me to mark again after being marked by that person once?

Are you avoiding me, or don't you want to know me at all from the beginning?

"Both of you are ALPHAs, and disordered work and rest can easily lead to the early susceptibility period." Su Qi turned her head to look at Wen Yaofeng, and said worriedly: "Now there are only two of you in the regiment, take good care of each other, don't have any accidents, Did you hear that?"

Wen Yaofeng smiled back.

It's just that when he spoke again, it seemed to be a little murderous.

"Of course I will, cherish him well."

While speaking, he held Bai Chun's wrist directly.

The latter was startled suddenly, and wanted to break free but was held even tighter.

Wen Yaofeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him provocatively: "You must also care about this opportunity."

Bai Chun stared at it for a while, as if hesitating, but also a little shaken.

He relaxed and let him clenched his wrists, his silhouette was slender and docile.

Like a lamb in self-exile.