Short-lived cannon fodder A Yixin salted fish

Wen Yuan's susceptibility period was more difficult than she imagined. She laughed at herself as a dog who had smelled the smell all the time thinking about meat and bones.

Especially the first two days when I got home.

The emotional changes in the alpha susceptible period are generally divided into three stages, and the initial episode is as complicated as a pot of stew;

Followed by the irritability stage, easy to be irritable and beat others;

Finally, emotional fragility returns to the stage of complex emotions.

Probably because he was afraid that the alpha in the irritability stage would not be able to control himself to kill people along the network cable. In the first two days, the network cable was unplugged and the phone was confiscated, so he could only rely on exciting single-player games to pass the time.

Fang Jingbai saw that she was suffering, and learned that Wen Yuan needed the fragrance of gardenias to comfort her, so she went to ask the flower grower neighbors to buy a lot of gardenias.

The gardenias were washed and hung all over Wen Yuan's bedside together with the simulated gardenias sprayed with perfume.

Whether it is a simulated gardenia or a real gardenia, it is just to stop the boiling water. The more I smell the kite, the more I miss Chu Yihan's smell.

In the middle of the night, negative emotions were magnified infinitely in the dark and quiet atmosphere, irritable, bored, sad, and uncomfortable watching anything, Wen Yuan tossed and turned without feeling sleepy.

I miss that warm and soft embrace more and more.

If she nestled in it, she would definitely be able to sleep soundly.

Unable to fall asleep, Wen Yuan simply sat down at the computer desk and kept changing games to pass the long tormenting time.

By the time she gets tired of playing, it is already dawn.

Wen Ming sent the mobile phone and wontons to Wen Yuan's room before going to work, and informed her that the network cable had been plugged in.

Wen Yuan didn't have an appetite to eat, so she just wanted to surf the Internet, but Wen Ming didn't force her to eat wontons, and put another bag of snacks by the wall.

Wen Yuan stepped on the floor, the wheels of the computer chair turned, and the chair slid from the door to the bed.

The first ray of light in the morning trickled into the house with the coolness of autumn.

Wen Yuan Xianyu lay paralyzed in the sun, flipping through unread messages on her phone.

Chu Yihan and Shi Ran sent condolence messages every day.Wen Yuan subconsciously went back to Chu Yihan first, with a long section of complaining and a long section of coquetry, and when she returned to Shi Ran and the others, she lost her desire to confide, and it became a simple sentence.

Then she was bored and scrolled through Moments.

The life of the students is rich and exciting.

Many students posted photos of fireflies and sunrises, and the smiling faces in the selfies were particularly eye-catching to Wen Yuan, who was emotionally unstable.

Everyone was carnival but she was alone.

snort!

Wen Yuan's index finger kept sliding on the screen, and suddenly, it stopped.

A dark profile picture, "Little Sheep." Remarks.Wen Yuan blinked and stared at it for a long time before confirming that it was indeed Chu Yihan's post.

Click in, there is only this one photo in the empty circle of friends.

The rolling mountains are half-lit behind the misty sea of ​​clouds, and a round of red sun on the top of the mountain is as bright as fire, printed and dyed with clouds and mist, entangled on the gray-blue sky like fine silk and satin.

Colorful, magnificent.

In the lower left corner, there is an "Eagle" gesturing with slender hands, soaring with wings, as if about to rush into the sea of ​​clouds.If you zoom in, you can still see a white watch on your thin wrist.

Chu Yihan's hand.

Eagle, kite.

The sun shrouded in the body seems to have a warm feeling.

Wen Yuan considers herself to be a relatively independent person, but now, looking at the photo, she wished she could turn into a watch encircling Chu Yihan's wrist.

Reason let Wen Yuan know that clinginess is affected by the susceptibility period, and instinct makes her fantasize involuntarily.

She threw herself into the soft bouncy bed, covered her eyes with her arms bent, stopped looking at the photos on her mobile phone, let herself go, and hypnotized herself.

After urging, I really fell asleep.

Even though Wen Yuan didn't remember all of it and didn't deliberately recall what happened before she wore the book, it seemed that as soon as she fell asleep, she would always dream of some more or less.

In the dream, it was like being in a dark night, the surroundings could not be seen clearly, and even the hands in front of him seemed to be blurred with a thick filter.

Wen Yuan knew that those hands were beautiful.

The bald nails on the fingertips are slightly pink, the knuckles are slender, the flesh is well-proportioned, and they are as white as cold jade, like a work of art.

Wen Yuan likes these hands from the bottom of her heart.She held it in her hand and couldn't put it down.

She even took the initiative to hold these hands to explore her unknown side.

They intertwined their fingers, crossed the flat road together, headed for the continuous mountains, climbed up, and tasted the red berries at the peak.

After retreating from the peaks and ridges, crossing the flat land again, all the way to the outside of the dense forest, he was tangled whether to go in and have a look, and he lingered for a long time when he was tangled.

Until the other party couldn't bear the curiosity, and begged her to go in and explore. She always followed the other party's hand, held her wrist, and led her along the gurgling river, stepping into the dense forest little by little, and opened the door. Started a new journey of trekking through mountains and rivers.

This is not like the first mountain range, which seems to be shrouded in mystery, and everything ahead is unknown.

The other party was a little at a loss, and quickly pulled her to stop, her sweet and soft voice trembling slightly because of anxiety: "A Yuan, wait... and then..."

"Ok?"

"Then..." The other party pondered, "Then what?"

Compared to the at a loss, Wen Yuan seemed much more relaxed, and gently encouraged her to take a step forward: "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, hurry up."

I don't know if it's anxious or what, but the other party's voice trembled even more, as if he was about to cry, but he stubbornly denied: "I'm not nervous!"

Wen Yuan felt that she couldn't help rolling her throat, as if she had a different kind of affection for the other party crying, as if she was reluctant, but also very willing.

"What's that?" She joked with a smile, adjusting the atmosphere.

The other party was very ashamed, and he hesitated for a while before crying and muttering: "No way."

Wen Yuan let out a breathy laugh, which was very soft. She stabilized her mind and continued to guide the other party, persuading her to let go of playing in the stream.

……

"hiss!"

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. You're doing great, baby."

Wen Yuan had a strange feeling about the word "baby" that came out of her own mouth.

It was as if someone had scratched the palm of the hand with a fingernail.

Crunchy, numb, and a little sore.

The feeling in the dream is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Sometimes the real is not as fake, and sometimes there is a sense of real falsehood.

She is like a boat floating on the sea, ups and downs.

Wen Yuan straightened her waist, raised her face, and took a deep breath.She wanted to see the other person clearly, but only saw the back of the black head.

A lock of black hair was still tangled around her fingertips, and as the other party slowly raised her head, the lock of hair slipped from her fingertips little by little.

In the dream, the night was hazy and a little fuzzy, and she couldn't see the specific appearance of the other party clearly, but Wen Yuan could see the eyes clearly, the ends of the eyes were thin and slightly curved, shaped like almonds and peach blossom petals.

His eyes were blurred, like drunk but not drunk.

Like kneading a ball of fire, burning desire that never burns.When he looked at her, it was like a puddle of water filled with soft warmth.

Yihan...

But in the dream, another name overflowed from between her red lips——

"Mianmian."

The two words struck the mind like a thunderbolt, tearing apart all perceptions, and Wen Yuan suddenly couldn't see the opponent's facial features clearly again.

She woke up in a daze and an endless void like after an indulgence.

The scorching sun was like a fire, making the room like a stove.A layer of sticky sweat broke out on Wen Yuan's body, and the thin pajamas almost stuck to her skin.

I don't know if it's because of the heat, or because of the ambiguous dream.

Wen Yuan hadn't fully recovered yet, she was panting, her breathing was messy, and she stared blankly at the complicated chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.

Mianmian...

Every time I dream or recall fragments of my previous life, the woman named Mian Mian will appear.

She cried so sadly outside her ward, she once sat in the back seat of her car, and she sang songs to help her out...

Wen Yuan guessed that Mianmian was her relative or best friend in her previous life.

But after experiencing this dream, she had a very subtle feeling.

Obviously, the relationship between Mianmian and her is extraordinary, and they can even do what lovers do.

But it's so strange.

If it was a lover, why couldn't she remember it, why didn't she feel throbbing.

But if she wasn't a lover, how could she do such intimate things with each other? She is not the kind of casual person.

Wen Yuan raised her eyelids, and inadvertently glanced at the long string of gardenias hanging on the bedside.

The flowers have been placed for two days, and they are a little wilted, and the tips of the petals are yellow.

Just like her dream.

Could it be that he was affected by the susceptible period, so he had such an indescribable dream?

Blessed to the heart, Wen Yuan quickly searched for relevant information with her mobile phone.

Studies have shown that alphas in the susceptible period are prone to dreaming in the third stage of the susceptible period without oga to soothe their emotions, which is a normal phenomenon.

What's more, it will self-soothe.

The following content is a bit too big, Wen Yuan didn't continue to read, and lowered the hand holding the phone, and sighed.

Hateful susceptibility period!It's too outrageous to have such a beautiful dream in broad daylight!

What's even more outrageous is...

There was a moment when she recognized the person in her dream as Chu Yihan...

That pair of eyes that seemed drunk but not drunk, but the pitiful eyes came to mind again.

Annoyance, shame, embarrassment, and shame are intertwined into complex emotions like a mixing blade, messing up Wen Yuan's thoughts in an instant.

My head is a mess, I can't think about other things, it's like being pressed the loop button, and I can't help but repeat the content of the dream.

The blood-spitting scenes make people blush and whisper.

Wen Yuan couldn't take it anymore, she felt like her head was like a kettle, it was so hot that it was about to boil, she let out a groundhog call: "Ahhh!"

He lifted the quilt over his head.

Roll around and roll around.

God, how could she be so crooked Chu Yihan!

Did she have thoughts about Chu Yihan?

But if she likes it, why would she call someone else's name in her dream, saying that she doesn't like it, and she really thought of Chu Yihan.

With a muffled sound, Wen Yuan rolled off the bed with the quilt, and couldn't help but remind her of the scene where she hugged Chu Yihan in the hotel.

With a flash of inspiration, Wen Yuan suddenly remembered the scene of tagging Chu Yihan.

It was because Chu Yihan had been temporarily marked before, so he was affected by the susceptibility period, so he had this physiological reaction.

Um!It must be so!

After convincing herself, Wen Yuan struggled out of the quilt, and walked into the bathroom barefoot with dry pajamas and underwear.

Wen Yuan stood under the shower, raised her head and closed her eyes, letting the chilly water pour down her head, washing away the remaining heat from her body and cooling down the restlessness caused by her chaotic mind.

Dreaming of the lover in the previous life, fantasizing about good friends, scumbag and wretched.

There can no longer be no boundaries and proportions like this, she has to keep a proper distance from Chu Yihan, and she must not cause harm to others.

With a decision in her mind, Wen Yuan turned off the shower, put a towel over her head and wiped it, and wiped away the water stains on the surface, feeling refreshed.

Dry your hair, put on new sheets and quilts, and pick off those withered gardenias.

Fang Jingbai sent her lunch and fresh gardenias, and asked her casually: "Or hang the flowers on the bedside?"

Maybe it was because Meng was exhausting too much energy, and Wen Yuan had a rare appetite. She took the lunch box, stuffed all the sheets and quilt covers and withered flowers to Fang Jingbai, and said softly, "Don't spend any flowers."

Fang Jingbai glanced at Wen Yuan in amazement, and said, "Two days ago, I wished my bed would be covered with gardenias and sleep in the garden, why did I not want it all of a sudden? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Wen Yuan sat at the table holding the lunch box, and explained meaningfully: "Be patient, so as not to become addicted."

The little alpha in the susceptible period has a changeable mind and can understand.

Hearing her firm tone, as if she was determined not to want gardenias, Fang Jingbai muttered as she closed the door: "I was thinking about setting up a place to grow gardenias, and it seems that I don't need them."

Wen Yuan, who was immersed in cooking in the room, became absent-minded while eating, because Chu Yihan sent her a message.

Little Sheep: "Touch our poor Yuan, how is it today?"

Little Sheep: "Everyone and I miss you, Yuan, how long will it take to fly back?"

Wen Yuan stared at the word "A Yuan", and unconsciously thought of the soft and lustful "A Yuan" in the dream.

She bit her chopsticks, her face was hot, but in the next second, she saw the message from Chu Yihan, every word and every word was full of sincere concern, and she immediately became sober again.

The more I look at it, the more I feel ashamed.

He treats her as a good friend and takes great care of her, but she treats him as the object of her erotic dreams, which makes how she will face Chu Yihan in the future.

Wen Yuan pushed the phone away, avoiding to look at it or reply, while rubbing her hair irritably and lowering her neck.

When her forehead hit the table, Wen Yuan's mood collapsed instantly, it hurt so bad...

When Fang Jingbai came to collect the dishes, what she saw was Wen Yuan's dejected face, her hair was rubbed like a chicken coop, her forehead was a little red, and there were still tear stains on her fair face, her eyes blinked like they were opened Tears flowed like a faucet.

She sobbed and said, "Mom... woo woo woo... That pot of gardenias?"

And finally hiccupped.

Fang Jingbai: "..."

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Ning Mianmian doesn't like Lin Cen.

Lin Cen is a professional villain, his beauty makes people palpitate, and he won various awards softly.With a charming smile, she raised her eyes to look at all sentient beings, forcibly crushing her little white flower.

Heh, let's act in his true colors!

Beauty is beauty, femme fatale.

It was only when Ning Mianmian entered the terrifying world of Infinity Flow and saw the word "Lin Cen" shining golden light on the master list, that she finally understood where Lin Cen's arrogance that looked down on all sentient beings came from.

However, as a popular young flower, Ning Mianmian is naturally proud, would rather die than surrender, and will never bow to the evil Lin Cen!

The ghost on the side yelled "Aww".

Ning Mianmian: "Sister take me, don't force me to kneel down and beg you qaq!"

Ning Mianmian is very optimistic.

Even if Lin Cen doesn't take her with him, it doesn't matter, she can support herself.

In the dungeon, as long as someone targets her, she will brazenly name Lin Cen.

However, she was soon caught.

The man leaned over and whispered to her, with a playful smile in his voice.

"I heard that you go around saying that you are my wife?"

——Lin Cen x Ning Mianmian——

——Never go out of your mind and cut black in vain x Heartless little devil——