Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

This is the first day for two people to follow the doctor's advice, and the two adults and children haven't gotten up yet.

After breakfast, Wen Jing and Fu Xing huddled together on the sofa in the living room, their legs were almost stuck together.

But that's it, you can't have intimacy, don't even think about cuddling.

Wen Jing was quiet for a while, looking for a topic: "Where is your surveillance camera?"

Fu Xingxian pointed out several locations for him.

Yes, the public places of the villa are fully monitored.

Wen Jing: "Can uncle really check the surveillance?"

Fu Xingxian: "It's hard to say."

Wen Jing: "...for the first time I performed chatting as a task, and I don't know what to say."

Fu Xingxian thought for a while and asked him, "Do you want to defend the carrot?"

!!!

Wen Jing shook his head crazily: "No, no, no, you can play if you want, I've had enough."

Fu Xingxian looked at him strangely: "It's fine if you don't play, don't be so excited."

Wen Jing: ...

Fu Xingxian: "Then let's make a record together."

He took out a notebook and a pen.

Wen Jing swallowed his saliva, a little nervous.

Do you really want to write?What can the doctor judge when he sees such a weird dream?

The book was opened and handed to him.

He scanned the content to be filled under his name.

Oh, it's a simplified version of the doctor's form, and the dream is also a list, just check the box and don't need to write too detailed.

scare him.

Wen Jing let out a breath.

Fu Xingxian looked at the faint darkness in his eyes: "Didn't sleep well yesterday?"

Wen Jing took the notebook and lowered his head: "Yes."

He hesitated there with a pen, every option was inappropriate.

Fu Xingxian bent down, put his elbows on his knees, and looked at him with his face propped up: "Can't write? What did you dream about?"

Wen Jing shook his head, faltering: "No, I can't say it."

Wen Jing's face was a little pale, without any blood.

Fu Xingxian: "If you haven't slept well, then take a nap at noon."

"Ah."

Wen Jing looked at the notebook again and again, finally ticked "Other", and wrote on the horizontal bar at the back: "Related to sex, but no physical contact."

Fu Xingxian looked at his crooked handwriting, and suddenly said: "The copybook for you has been prepared a long time ago, do you want to practice?"

"Practice calligraphy??" Wen Jing had forgotten about it.

He looked down at his own handwriting: "Sure, you don't have a plan for me, do you? How much do you write every day?"

Fu Xingxian: "Primary school students should write 2 or 3 pages a day in a grid book. It will be very fast."

He took the notebook over and squinted at what Wen Jing wrote.

"What do you mean? There's no physical contact, but it's related to sex?" He turned to look at him, "And you still don't think it's convenient to say it?"

After thinking about it, he didn't know what kind of dream could achieve this effect.

Wen Jing pursed his lips, raised his hand to make a movement of zipping his mouth, and then tapped the part that Fu Xingxian should fill in with his fingers.

Fu Xing looked at him calmly, then turned around suddenly: "Then I won't tell you either."

He lowered his head and began to write, because his broad shoulders blocked the notebook and the movements of his hands tightly.

Wen Jing quit: "You have read what I wrote!"

He threw himself on Fu Xingxian's shoulder, and threw himself on it.

Fu Xingxian finished writing quickly, closed the notebook, and turned to look at him.

But Wen Jing still saw it in that short moment, and there was a whole row of ticks in the small list.

He knew exactly what the row of options was.

Wen Jing took a deep breath, got off Fu Xingxian, and even retreated a little to the side of the sofa to distance himself from him.

The two were speechless.

Fu Xing cast down his eyes: "Did you see it?"

Wen Jing nodded silently.

It is completely marked that the final step has been achieved, and the genital cavity needs to be opened. I heard that those adults who fall in love will not go to this step until they are in a life-long situation.

No wonder he said in the hospital yesterday that it wasn't enough.

I never thought his brother was such a person.

Fu Xingxian was still sitting on the sofa, looking a bit cramped, as if he didn't dare to approach him anymore.

Wen Jing thought of Aunt Song's entrustment yesterday, and felt that he was a little hurtful.

He asked in a low voice, "Did you dream of this before?"

Fu Xingxian hesitated for a while, then nodded.

……

Wen Jing: "Are you sure this has something to do with pheromone dependence? You didn't do it yourself... so what kind of dream?"

Fu Xingxian: "I'm not sure."

Wen Jing leaned on the sofa and looked up at the sky.

To be honest, no matter what the reason is, the object is me, and it seems that there is no difference if the distinction is so clear.

Wen Jing asked again: "When was the first time you had a dream with me...?"

Fu Xingxian looked up at him: "The day you had sex in the mall."

... Fuck!

Wen Jing moved his lips and closed them again.

It's actually a little scary to be missed so much.

But he soon realized that Fu Xingxian rescued him from the shopping mall during his first estrus, and he didn't do anything excessive to him during his susceptible period the next day.

Throughout the summer vacation, Fu Xingxian and his family were very kind to him.In the playground, the two of them had reached the estrus and susceptibility periods at the same time, and it was Fu Xingxian who reminded him to take inhibitors.

The past few months have been very pleasant to get along with, and the elder brother of the president made him feel at ease.

Auntie said, he must be suppressing himself all day long, so he is so suffocated... His brother is the best!It must be a problem of pheromone dependence!

Wen Jing wandered for 1 minute, and quickly convinced himself.

The nanny came out of the housekeeping room next to her, pushing the whirring electric mop in her hand, and slowly moved past the living room.

Wen Jing turned his head to look at Fu Xingxian, and found that he was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

He sat back to the original position, leaned close to Fu Xingxian's body, leaned close to his ear, and lowered his voice: "Brother, did you secretly watch the movie by yourself?"

Fu Xing looked at him idle, expressionless, but Wen Jing could feel that his depressed mood just now should be better.

There is a sofa behind, a position that cannot be photographed by the surveillance camera, and the hand hidden behind is quietly hooking another person's finger.

The corner of Fu Xingxian's mouth ticked: "Why, you want to see it too?"

Wen Jing shook his head: "I don't want to watch it, I plan to do nothing but study recently."

Fu Xing watched him quietly.

Wen Jing: "Why? What are you looking at?"

Fu Xingxian said slowly: "You already know what I dreamed... To be fair, shouldn't you also share your dream?"

Wen Jing: ...

Fu Xingxian: "Can it be more embarrassing than mine?"

Wen Jing stepped back a little: "...dream of playing games, that's it."

Fu Xingxian frowned: "Game? Is it a small game?"

Wen Jing shook his head and nodded again.

Although he didn't know what the so-called small game was like, it did feel like a game with strange elements, right?

Fu Xingxian stretched out his hand to stroke the curly hair on his head, and moved a little closer: "What game, please explain clearly. Playing a game is normal, there is no need to hide it."

Wen Jing lowered his head and said in a very low voice, "That's the one, guarding... Ding Ding."

?

Fu Xingxian narrowed his eyes: "Say it again? I didn't hear you clearly?"

Wen Jing closed his eyes: "It is to defend the radish, but the radish at the end becomes your penis, and then the little monsters are holding big scissors..."

He said it, he actually said it!

After Wen Jing finished speaking, he covered his face, trying to bury himself in the ground.

"You have a basement, right? Can I move in these few days?"

Fu Xingxian: ...

This is a mixed dream of the content of the physiology class and yesterday's mini-game. Even Dr. Sun appeared on the scene. The dream material is fresh enough.

No wonder he was so conflicted in the morning when he brought up defending Luobo Wenjing.

"Do you dream what you see?"

Wen Ding nodded: "It seems so."

Fu Xingxian was silent for a while, then cleared his throat: "Tossed all night? Played dozens of rounds? Did you save it in the end?"

……

Wen Jing whispered: "I don't remember."

Fu Xing gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth: "Why are you so embarrassed? You are a well-known hacker, why can't you write a cheat in your dream? Such an important battle, you rely on hard bars?"

Wen Jing burst out laughing, trembling all over.

He pulled out the shou hidden next to him, put his palms together and made a gesture of forgiving me: "Next time, definitely, next time."

Fu Xingxian: "You still have a next time? You should spare me..."

Wen Jing shook his head: "I can't control this."

The nanny passed the living room again with a mop in hand, and the two fell silent, looking at each other again speechless.

When she was no longer in sight, Fu Xingxian pulled Wen Jing to his side, and put their heads together.

"May I ask...the day before yesterday you had a physiology class, what did you dream about afterward?"

Wen Jing paused: "You don't want to hear it."

Fu Xingxian looked at his expression: "Can it be more exaggerated than defending Tintin?"

Smell head.

Fu Xingxian: "We can negotiate terms. Tell me what you want, and I will try my best to satisfy you. If I don't hear about this, I may not be able to sleep well at night."

Wen Jing: ...

Fu Xingxian: "Tomorrow we two go to school together, if we both look bad, do you think Teacher Liu will call the parents again?"

Wen Jing: ...

What he was hesitant about was not this, but how he had the nerve to put forward conditions for such a thing.

He was silent for a while, looked at Fu Xingxian's expectant face, and let go: "Okay, I can tell you, but there is indeed a condition....You can't hit me after listening."

Fu Xingxian nodded.

Wen Jing talked about the messy, god-like dream that ended up on social news and legal programs.

Fu Xingxian was speechless.

Wen Jing was frustrated: "I told you that you wouldn't want to know."

Fu Xingxian covered his face: "The night before yesterday was even worse?"

He didn't know how to evaluate it, so he could only give Wen Ding a compliment: "Your dream learning ability is a bit strong."

Wen Jing nodded pitifully: "I've said it all, I don't want to go to physiology class."

Fu Xingxian: "... is better than your own learning ability."

Wen Jing: ...

"Forget it," Fu Xingxian sighed, "Your situation is a bit special. I can't judge the impact of pheromone dependence on you at all. I may need to ask Dr. Sun. When communicating with him, it is necessary to explain the content of the dream. ,is that OK?"

Wen Jing hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"But absolutely, absolutely can't tell the fourth person again, you know!"

"Don't worry, I won't say anything." Fu Xingxian was about to say something when the cell phone next to him suddenly rang.

The two looked over, the timer showed that the time was up, and their activity of exchanging pheromones today was over.

"Tuesday-Wednesday test, you go back to your room and read the book." Fu Xing got up and rubbed his head, "Don't think too much."

The two went upstairs one after the other, and Fu Xingxian entered the room to call Dr. Sun.

Fu Xingxian: "Your chart for judging the comfort level of dreams is not accurate."

Dr. Sun: "This is formulated by the Pheromone Association. It refers to a large number of cases, and the accuracy is over 90%, but it does have certain limitations... What's the matter, what kind of situation do you encounter, how do you record the problem on the first day? ?”

Fu Xingxian: "This level depends not only on the degree of dependence, but also on imagination. Do you know why Wen Jing is filled with temporary marks at most?"

Dr. Sun: "Why?"

Fu Xingxian: "I asked, his junior high school was chaotic, and he never took a physiology class. Others searched for films in private, and he was busy with other things, so he didn't study it himself. He couldn't dream, and he didn't understand. s things."

Dr. Sun: "..."

Absolutely, there are still high school boys who don't watch movies.

Dr. Sun didn't believe it: "Are you sure he hasn't seen it?"

Fu Xingxian: "I'm sure, but other things that happened just now, it's easy to fall into a dream... He dreamed of you."

Dr. Sun:! ! !

Dr. Sun: "What's going on!! I'm married!"

He picked up the glass and took a sip of water to suppress his shock.

Fu Xing smiled casually, and told the whole story, from the video of the physiology class, to the games he played in the hospital, to the two strange works of Wen Jing, to the dream that made him sleep badly.

Dr. Sun's expression gradually froze, and the last one couldn't hold back, and sprayed.

……

After tidying up in a hurry, the two of them were finally able to get serious and chat about Wen Jing's dream.

Dr. Sun: "I probably understand what's going on in this situation. It should be that the pheromones of the previous person still have an influence on him. He subconsciously feels that it is wrong to be close to you. The cheating case left him with a psychological shadow. So I dream about this one after another.”

Dr. Sun: "If you don't solve this problem, your penis may still be tortured in your dreams for a while, hahahaha."

Fu Xingxian: "...Be serious."

Dr. Sun: "So what are you going to do now? Talk to him and let him not think too much?"

Fu Xingxian rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a little strange: "Why does it sound like Xiaosan is eager to take over the position?"

Dr. Sun: "Pfft ha ha ha ha!"

Fu Xingxian: "I want to find that person."

Dr. Sun: "How to find it?"

Fu Xingxian: "His pheromone smells the same as mine."

Dr. Sun:! ! !

Fu Xingxian asked him about this yesterday. He didn't think too much about it at the time, but it turned out that it had something to do with it.

Dr. Sun: "No wonder... no wonder you asked me, I thought you wanted to see who else is in the same situation as you, and find some confidence."

Fu Xingxian was speechless: "Do you think I have nothing to do?"

Dr. Sun: "But my answer is still the same. We don't have the authority to search the city's pheromone library. Why don't you ask Wen Jing for more information and use your father's contacts to find it?"

Fu Xingxian thought for a while: "That's the only way."

Dr. Sun cheered him up: "Don't be depressed, I actually got good news today."

"Now there is a new technology for purifying pheromones. You only need to purify pheromones regularly and inject them to relieve the symptoms of pheromone dependence. You don't need to plan your time every day. The expert who developed the technology happened to be contacted by your father. That one, wait for him to reply at that time, maybe we can try."

Fu Xingxian frowned: Is this good news?