suppress his susceptibility period

Jiang Huang was dumbfounded.

Struggling to prop up his upper body and bend his legs to sit up, but because Shen Xiuran refused to retreat and couldn't leave, he could only retreat until he was pressed against the wall, until there was no way to retreat.

In the middle of someone's arms.

Jiang Wang could smell Shen Xiuran's pheromone.

They spread along the air inch by inch, wrapping all the air around Jiang Huang into the aroma of wine, like creating an invisible layer of prison, trapping him tightly in it.

His sweet tea flavor was also highlighted.

Because he is attracted, but also because he feels confused and at a loss for such an intimate gesture that almost crosses the line.

"Shen Xiuran." He called him in a low voice.

He guessed that his current expression must be that of Liushenwuzhu, which didn't fit Brother Cool's personality, but he couldn't control it.

"What are you doing..."

Shen Xiuran was staring at him intently, relying on the fact that he was under the shadow of the backlight, the surging emotions in his eyes were not concealed.

He is a trapped beast, completely trapped by the young man in front of him.

He can trap him physically and keep him out of his own sphere of influence, but he is completely controlled by him mentally, he only wants to follow him, and his emotions go up and down for him, and he is completely led by the nose.

I really want to keep this person as my own.

But no, that would scare him, so he could only take his time, take his time, and before the time was right, he wanted to have an upright excuse for all the uncontrollable feelings.

So as to take the opportunity to get close to him, so that he can survive for his own life.

Shen Xiuran lowered his eyes, Jiang Lu couldn't see his eyes clearly at this time, but he could still intuitively feel the heavy emotions coming from him.

He didn't know what this emotion was, let alone where it came from. He just had an inexplicable feeling that he was a piece of cake overflowing with fragrance, and Shen Xiuran was like a wolf dog who was always hungry.

The wolfdog finally found delicious food, and was reluctant to eat it, let alone let it go, so he had no choice but to step on it with the meat pad that had its sharp claws, and lick it greedily and restrainedly.

The hunger and possessiveness aroused by the delicious food became more and more intense, as if he would be swallowed whole in the next second because he couldn't restrain himself.

Unbelievably, Jiang Wang didn't feel scared at all, but as the silence time went on, he couldn't restrain his heartbeat and breathing.

The two pheromones wrestled and intertwined in the invisible air.

"Well, it seems that the lights are about to be turned off." He looked around and said, "Do you want to take a shower quickly, or the electricity will be cut off in a while, and you will only have to use cold water."

"Jiang Yao."

Shen Xiuran called his name immediately after he finished speaking.

Jiang Huang barely checked, his eyes flickered, and he wanted to keep pretending to be calm: "Ah? What, what's the matter?"

"Is your leg healed?"

Injured leg?What a leg injury.

Jiang Wang's brain was confused by the mutated sweet wine pheromone, and it took him a long time to realize that what he said was that he scratched the table a while ago.

"Okay, it's already done."

"Does it leave a scar?"

"I don't know, I didn't pay attention to it."

"Why didn't you pay attention?"

"It doesn't matter whether you stay or not?" Jiang Wang didn't care about it: "It's nothing for a big man to have scars on his body, and it's not as expensive as a little girl."

"It's not just little girls who are precious."

"What?" Jiang Huang felt that Shen Xiuran seemed to be approaching again unknowingly, so he couldn't help swallowing, and his reaction was even slower.

"You too."

"have a look."

Shen Xiuran uttered this sentence lightly, and lowered his head to lift his skirt.

What kind of hooliganism is this? !

Jiang Lu's eyes widened, and he immediately seemed to draw his legs back together, but Shen Xiuran grabbed his ankle and pulled him over.

He leaned on the other side with one hand, which perfectly prevented him from trying to close his legs together. The strength would not hurt him, but it also made it impossible for him to break free.

The dry temperature of the palm pressed against the skin of the ankle, climbing inch by inch, Jiang Wang even felt that the blood under the skin was also flowing backwards.

The sense of existence was so strong that he couldn't ignore it at all.

"Nothing to look at."

He opened his mouth, only to realize that he was so nervous that his voice was unsteady, and the evasive meaning was so strong that the explanation was unconvincing: "I remembered, there was no scar, I just watched it after washing..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, until it disappeared completely.

Covering the hem of the skirt with his hands in vain has no practical effect, but was lifted by Shen Xiuran.

The already surprisingly short skirt on his body was lifted to an outrageous length. Shen Xiuran was like a gentleman wandering on the edge of a taboo, just enough to reveal his scars, no more, no less.

An inch further, even half an inch, is... out of bounds.

His fingertips slid across a slightly protruding skin, Jiang Wang trembled, his breathing was out of order.

"There is a scar." Shen Xiuran's tone was very light, and it was hard to tell if he was unhappy.

"Okay." Jiang Ju's throat was dry, and he swallowed another mouthful of saliva, the bed sheet under his palm was wrinkled into a ball: "It should, it should be quite small, it doesn't affect anything."

He seemed to be at a loss, the struggles were very small, almost none, but Shen Xiuran still noticed it.

His eyelashes fluttered a little, he knew it was too much for Jiang Wang, and he should let go.

But he couldn't bear it.

The inside of Jiang Lu's knee rubbed against his waist.

Whether it is the ankle that can be easily held with one hand, this shallow scar, or the messy breathing in the ear.

I can't bear it.

The person he likes, even a flustered and dodged look is fatally attracting him.

"If it's me, it won't happen."

He raised his head and looked into Jiang Lu's eyes: "There will be no scars, no matter where the injury is, no matter how severe the injury is, no matter how much blood is bleed, there will be no scars."

It wasn't Jiang's delusion, he was getting closer again.

That hand supported his knee, the noses were no more than a punch away, Jiang Wang finally saw his eyes clearly, and also saw the earnestness and restrained distress in his eyes.

The heart was hit lightly by something.

Affected by his lake-like eyes, his heartbeat gradually calmed down, and his breathing also quietly slowed down.

He seemed to be bewitched by him, he was all he saw, all he heard, and all he thought of.

"Have you had many injuries?"

"Yeah." Shen Xiuran nodded slightly, and quietly held his thin waist with his hands from his knees: "A lot, just like the forehead injury last time, or it might be worse."

The second injury was treated by Jiang Huang himself. In his eyes, it was already very serious, and he had lost so much blood. If it was to be more serious, he couldn't imagine what it would be like.

"what's up?"

He was led astray by a few words, completely forgot about his current situation, and felt sorry for him.

I feel sorry for him, why did he suffer so many injuries?

It's not reasonable and it's not fair.

"When I was young, I was injured by those people in the orphanage. When I was older, I went to that home. It was my father's wife's turn."

He was so calm as if he was narrating a story about an irrelevant person: "She doesn't like me, because his son has become a vegetable and has some mental disorders, sometimes normal and sometimes crazy, no one can say for sure, no one can stop him. "

"If you have a mental problem, you can beat people so confidently and casually?" Jiang Wang felt uncomfortable when he heard it: "Then you are so obedient and she beats up?"

"Ah."

"??? Why don't you hide?"

"You can't hide." Shen Xiuran said: "If you hide, she will go crazy even more, which is not good for her health."

"He beat you and you care about her body?"

"Don't care, it doesn't matter if she dies."

"Then you don't hide? What about your dad, doesn't he care?"

"What I just said is what my father said to me."

"..."

Jiang Yu was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

What kind of deformed parents, what kind of deformed family?

He wanted to take Shen Xiuran back to his home.

Even though his family members don't like to talk and don't go home often, they never beat others, let alone condone others to beat others.

Shen Xiuran is so outstanding, his stepmother doesn't matter, it's not that his son doesn't want to kiss him, but why is his father willing?

"Jiang Lu, the family is different from yours, it is not my family, because in that family, there is always one person."

"Whether it's in an orphanage or anywhere, it's one person."

He looked into Jiang Lu's eyes, with endless loneliness hidden in his voice, Jiang Lu's heart seemed to be gripped by a pair of invisible hands, sore and numb.

"You said I should talk more, but I have never had anyone to talk to, I don't know what to say, and I don't know how to say it."

"No one is a born solitary animal. If possible, I hope someone likes it and likes someone to love it."

He closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were so deep that there was only Jiang Lu in them from beginning to end.

Gently touched his earlobe: "Maybe it's the susceptibility period again."

"Jiang Wang, can you not push away?"

At the same time as the voice fell, a piece of warmth that did not belong to him was actively embedded in his arms. Jiang Lu hugged him in this posture, hugged his neck tightly, and brushed his ears against his soft skin.

"Didn't I already say that?"

He whispered in his ear and repeated his promise: "Brother Jiang is not a stingy person, he should be more generous to you, so as long as he is here, you can hug him for as long as you want."

"Shen Xiuran, if you don't want to go home in the future, just go home with you. You can eat and live, and I can take you to play games. If you don't want to go, then stay at school and accompany you."

"Don't go back and be a living target for that psychopath, watch you give lectures, help me improve my grades, pass the college entrance examination and reach the pinnacle of life."

After finishing speaking, he stroked his hair habitually, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think it's okay?"

The first thing to come was the arms around his waist.

Shen Xiuran succeeded, and pressed him firmly into his arms with only one hand, turned over and let him bear all the weight on his body.

"it is good."

He may have really reached the susceptible period.

It's not the alpha susceptible period, it's Shen Xiuran's susceptible period, and it's the susceptible period that only Jiang Lu can appease.

Symptoms were getting worse and temporary markers were not helping.

He just wants to hug him, kiss him, take him as his own, want him to be full of his own smell from inside to outside, and want him to see no one else but him!

Yes, I want him to be heartlessly happy all the time, I want to see him laugh all the time without knowing what troubles are, I want him to be accompanied all the time, I want the things he likes and the people he likes to stay by his side forever...

He had a much worse illness than bipolar disorder, and it took him a lifetime to deal with it.

Jiang Lu is his attending physician and his only "medicine."

……

On the day of the sports meeting, Jiang Wang, as the host of the opening ceremony voted by the crowd, formally wore a white shirt.

Appeared to get a burst of applauding screams.

Standing on the stage, he has a thin body and an outstanding complexion. The exposed half of his forehead makes him look even smaller. With a white shirt lining him, he becomes a little prince who does not touch the secular world. People look sideways.

Jiang Wang is usually skinny, but when it comes to major issues, he is very clear.

Seeing Wu Yangyang staring at his classmate below, he couldn't help but feel nervous, but on the surface he put on a calm posture and calmly read his opening speech.

There is fake calm on stage, and fake calm off stage.

"Brother Jiang is so beautiful, I cried."

"Boy, is it appropriate for you to use beauty?"

"It's not suitable for others, but it's perfect for Brother Jiang!"

"Brother Jiang may beat someone if he hears it."

"Then don't let him hear it, do you have your mobile phone, pat..."

The protagonists in the topic of Whispering are all teenagers on stage.

And it's not just the omegas, those alphas also had the cheek to interject a few words.

"Jiang Lu is so good-looking that he doesn't look like an alpha at all. Even if he says he is an omega, he will believe it. Which a can grow up like this?"

"Why, are you interested in others?"

"Food and sex, why, dare you say you don't have any?"

"Absolutely, if Jiang Wang is an omega, he will definitely chase after him!"

"I'm afraid you can't beat him."

"I'm willing to chase until I get beaten."

"Your layout is really small, if Jiang Wang can see it, AA is also willing!"

"Aa can have a baby, can your mother agree?"

"Whether my mother agrees or not, if he can watch it, he is willing to be beaten to death by my mother."

"What dream is it that Jiang Huang can see you?"

"...Can't you fantasize about it, don't poke it casually!"

The whispers from the alpha team in the back row of Class [-] floated into Shen Xiuran's ears verbatim.

He glanced at those boys indifferently, then turned his gaze back to the stage with a blank expression.

Sang Nian's words came to an end.

He took the microphone and bowed to the audience, then turned and went back to the back.

There is no backstage on the stage on the playground, and there is an equipment room below. The stairs are a bit convoluted. Many people who are a little confident in their skills jump down halfway, including the former Jiang Huang.

But now he dare not.

Don't ask why, it's a shame to ask.

Today, An An also planned to go down the stairs, but halfway there, he saw a familiar figure coming down with sharp eyes.

"Hey! Squad leader!"

He squatted on it and looked at him, smiling brows and eyes: "Did you see Yan just now, isn't he handsome?!"

"Yes." Shen Xiuran cooperated with him.

He smiled brighter and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

"Come to you."

"?" He tilted his head: "Why are you looking for me?"

Shen Xiuran didn't answer, and slightly opened his arms towards him: "Come down."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what he means.

Jiang Lu was stunned, and pointed to his nose: "You want to jump off? Can you catch me?"

"You do not trust me?"

"Trust me, isn't it because I'm afraid that I'm too heavy?"

"Jiang Wang," Shen Xiuran said calmly, and his tone was serious as if he was making a promise: "I won't let you fall, and I won't let you get hurt."

Jiang Wang didn't know where his courage came from.

He only knew that he believed his words, and if he said he would not let him fall, he would never let him fall.

It was inevitable to feel fright when the feet were off the ground, but it was completely dispelled before they had time to swell.

Shen Xiuran caught him firmly.

As he promised, everything is safe.

"It didn't make you fall." He looked down at him: "It didn't make you hurt either."

It was only at this time that Jiang Wang realized that the two of them were a little naive, and that they had to engage in such a complicated process of embracing the two steps that could be done well.

I was also amazed at my trust in Shen Xiuran without a bottom line, he said let me jump, and he really jumped.

I wanted to laugh a little, wanted to make trouble with him, but when I looked up into his eyes, my voice was swallowed by the darkness.

Shen Xiuran has not let him go.

His eyes, his hands imprisoned on his waist, all made Jiang Huang uncontrollably have an illusion, as if, as if he deliberately ran from the team to find him, and played with him childishly for a while, just to swear an oath Ownership, in order to vent the possessiveness of being offended.

Or something else.

Jiang Wang suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

He felt a little soft in his palms, a little flustered in his heart, and the beating frequency of his heart also faintly showed signs of speeding up. Something was eager to break through the ground...

hum-

The sudden vibration of the mobile phone interrupted the mood.

After recovering from being confused for a short time, he secretly cursed himself for thinking wildly.

Struggling to jump down from Shen Xiuran's arms, he clenched his limp palms without any trace, and took out his mobile phone. It was Sun Yin's call.

mom.

He pointed to Shen Xiuran's mobile phone and mouthed, then pressed to answer: "Hey, Mom, what's the matter?"

"Shake, what are you doing?"

Sun Yin's voice was very calm, but for some unknown reason, Jiang Huang could hear a bit of depression and weirdness from the calmness.

"I didn't do anything. I don't have to go to school today for the school sports meeting." He asked, "What's the matter, Mom, is there something going on at home?"

Sun Yin hummed, and repeated again earnestly: "I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wang asked

"You come back first."

There was a trembling inhalation sound from the receiver, and Jiang Ju heard Sun Yin's tone tremble, and the strange feeling became more serious.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"I told you to come back quickly, don't you understand?!" Sun Yin's sudden explosion startled Jiang Lu and made Shen Xiuran frowned.

Probably because she realized that she was acting too aggressively, Sun Yin quickly adjusted and tried to make herself sound normal: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that something happened at home, since you don't have class, come back quickly, mom is waiting for you , Mom will be waiting for you at home."

Sun Yin hung up the phone directly, without giving Jiang Huang any chance to refuse.

Jiang Lu had a very strong bad feeling.

"There seems to be an accident at home, I have to go back quickly." He stuffed the manuscript into Shen Xiuran's hand: "Issuing a leave of absence is too time-consuming, so go back directly, please help me and Lao Sun take a leave of absence, and make up the leave of absence when I come back."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked quickly towards the school gate.

Shen Xiuran looked at his back thoughtfully, thinking that he just accidentally heard that sharp roar from the phone.

After a while, he put the manuscript in his pocket and put it away, picked up his steps,