suppress his susceptibility period

The moment Jiang Lu approached, Shen Xiuran's eyes immediately changed.

His complexion was heavy, and the repulsive disgust and disgust generated by the conditioned reflex filled his whole body.

It's just that before he could make a move, the aura coming towards his face was faintly visible, lingering and overflowing around him without permission.

Like a cobweb spreading out invisible, the strands are thin and invisible, but they are silently wrapping him into the web, restraining, dissolving, and melting.

The hostility accumulated in his heart dissipated a little, and the irritability spawned by the susceptibility period was miraculously soothed.

Even the splitting headache was visibly relieved.

The overwhelming black cloud was blown away by a passing wind.

The extravagant sunlight and air squeezed in through the gaps, diluting the long-accumulated depression under the clouds.

The gas inhaled into the lungs is no longer like scissors with two blades on both sides, scratching the throat, heart and lungs sharply and painfully.

The astonishment in Shen Xiuran's eyes was fleeting.

He sniffed it carefully, but he didn't smell anything except for a little tobacco smell and a slight smell of dust.

The dusty smell exists from the beginning to the end, without any reference value. As for the other smell, it is even more impossible.

After all, when the smell of tobacco was the strongest just now, he was so irritable that he wanted to wring that bastard's neck immediately.

With probing deep eyes fell on the boy of the same age in front of him.

This aura appeared after Jiang Wang approached, and the only testable reason was him alone.

But Jiang Huang clearly hasn't differentiated yet.

A moment's distraction allowed Jiang Juan's tricks to succeed.

The slight pull at the neckline brought back all of Shen Xiuran's mind.

Looking at the slender white hand with bent knuckles in front of him, he was still repelled by the invading sphere of influence.

What was unprecedented was that at this moment, he didn't have the slightest urge to break the hand that touched him.

Half-closed his eyes, Shen Xiuran turned his probing gaze on Jiang Lu again.

Facing those brown eyes, the gloomy storm vortex in the eyes weakened, and the obsidian-like light condensed in the pupils perfectly hid his unknown thoughts.

Jiang Wang knew this temper that everyone should not enter, so he waited patiently for a while, but Shen Xiuran just looked at him with a cold face all the time, without any intention of responding.

He couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and withdrew his hand rather boringly: "Squad leader, I'm your savior, and if I don't agree to such a small request, I don't think I'm as blatant and justifiable as you."

I thought that these two complaints were destined to be meat buns beating dogs, but just as the words fell, Shen Xiuran made an unexpected move.

He silently raised his arm, and started to undo the third button one by one until the last one. The black shirt was taken off neatly and handed to Jiang Lu.

At the same time, the eyes never moved away from Jiang Wang's face.

Yo, did you really take it off?

Jiang Lu opened his eyes slightly in surprise: "Is it really for me?"

Shen Xiuran didn't speak, but his eyes clearly expressed five words: You don't have to.

Will he or not?

of course not.

"Thanks!"

Jiang Wang took the shirt and raised his chin briskly at him.

With his left hand, he unzipped the side zipper of the wedding dress and took it off, the skirt fell to the ground like the skin that had been peeled off from his body.

The hem of the skirt swayed in layers with him as the center, and the area was spread exaggeratedly on the ground.

In the quiet empty alley in the middle of the night, like the epiphyllum blooming in the moonlight, it is briefly dazzling.

The boy was only wearing a pair of ripped jeans, and his bare upper body was even more slender with bony bones.

The body is covered with a thin layer of muscle, the shoulders are not broad, the waist is even thinner, and the skin is dazzlingly white in the dark night.

He turned his shirt over his gloves.

Cijing's skin was submerged under the black cloth bit by bit, and the action of buttoning the buttons went all the way up, and didn't stop until the second button from the bottom.

The expensive fabric that Shen Xiuran used as a coat now adheres to his skin obediently and intimately.

The size doesn't fit, Shen Xiuran's clothes fit him well, but his clothes are too big.

The shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, with a small half of his collarbone exposed at the open neckline, which was lined with pure black, making the flawless white look even more apparent.

Further up, the neck is slender, and the skin that should have glands is still smooth because the owner has not yet differentiated.

Shen Xiuran stared at that place, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and suddenly wanted to get closer and smell it.

He wanted to know if the aura that appeared abruptly but could soothe his agitation came from here?

Jiang Huang loosely rolled up the cuffs that were enough to cover the back of his hands, exposing half of his forearm.

When he lowered his head, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and suddenly he turned his head and lowered his head to sniff carefully at the collar. It was the very faint aroma of wine emanating from here.

Clean and mellow, rare good smell.

Looking at Shen Xiuran with a blink of an eye, his tone raised slightly: "Good boy...do you drink too?"

Even the clothes were stained with a smell of alcohol.

Shen Xiuran pursed her thin lips and did not answer.

She still had black hair and black eyes, but because her clothes changed from black to white, she was forced to shed a bit of gloom.

Like a half-inch bud sprouting in a black swamp, it is unharmonious and abrupt, but it is eye-catching.

Looking at this pleasing face, Jiang Lu felt relieved.

Even if you never get a response, you can jump the topic from the good side.

Continue to chat with him in a self-talking manner: "It's the same sentence, boys should be careful when they go out, especially a beautiful and fragile baby like you, monitor, who is easy to be targeted by bad guys."

"Should I take you home?" He asked with a smile.

"..."

"No need." The deep voice blended into the night just right, it was the last resonant sound from the vibration of the tympanic membrane after the heavy hammer beat the drum, with a natural bewitching taste.

This was the first sentence Shen Xiuran spoke since the two met tonight.

"Row."

Jiang Zhu jumped out from the flowery center of "Epiphyllum", looked at the wedding dress, and then looked at the big trash can at the end of the alley.

After thinking about whether or not to leave this cumbersome thing, I finally decided to move it home first and not throw it away for the time being.

After all, the dreams of thousands of girls should not be ruined casually.

Besides, didn't Chi Wei say he thought he was beautiful?In the third year of high school, there is always a chance to use it.

Picking up the skirt and hanging it on the arm, most of the skirt was dragged on the ground, the crisp yarn overlapped and criss-crossed, grand and exaggerated.

Jiang Wang changed back to the normal men's clothes on Earth, moved his neck, and felt relaxed.

"I washed the clothes on Monday and brought them back to you at school."

He smiled lazily, seeing that the collar of the other party's white T was a little crooked, he kindly reached out to help him tidy it up.

By the way, he patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder: "Thank you, I don't need to say, how about this, the monitor dictates the homework on Monday morning, and the squad leader shows mercy and turns a blind eye, letting Brother Jiang go, how about it?"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, Jiang Wang laughed to himself after finishing speaking.

He threw down a brisk "see you on Monday", half-embracing the wedding dress, turned around and left the alley the same way.

Seen from the back, the fluffy and long skirt seemed to merge with him.

The contrasting black and white gradually moved away from sight, blending into the heavy night, until it disappeared around the corner.

Shen Xiuran withdrew his gaze indifferently, and lowered his head to look at the shattered glass bottles on the ground on the left.

The Alpha Inhibitor was scattered all over the ground, and it was almost dry due to being exposed to the air for too long.

The five fingers of the left hand curled up, holding the small and mixed wounds on the palm of the hand, and the knuckles of the index finger of the right hand touched the lower frame of the mirror.

The light reflected by the lens flickered away, and the temporarily suppressed storm in the pupils behind the lens, which were like foggy obsidian, was still recuperating.

After a while, the covetous aura with magical healing power dissipated.

The only person left at the scene was finally willing to take a step, and left this dull and cramped narrow alley with only one exit.