There is always scum who wants to be reborn

The living room was still full of passion that hadn't dissipated in time, the breath was sticky and scalding, and the lust was boiling too fast, and it barely subsided after more than half an hour.

The living room was still full of passion that hadn't dissipated in time, the breath was sticky and scalding, and the lust was boiling too fast, and it barely subsided after more than half an hour.

The two streams of pheromones in the air are intertwined and fused, one is domineering and wanton, and you can feel how happy Alpha is at the moment with a little smell, while the other seems to be soaked, and the viscous floral dew seeps into the long hair. The pistils are full of fluff, and the mist is dripping with water.

The sign of pheromone is the current state of the two.

Lu Tinghe leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, the loose bathrobe was torn apart on his chest, and his well-defined muscles were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He shook the red wine glass, took a sip one after another, his wrist was relaxed on his bent knee, and the other leg was stretched out loosely, the omega limp on it, Squinting his eyes and rubbing lightly, he didn't want to move comfortably.

"Does the gland still hurt?" Lu Tinghe asked.

Warm fingers slowly rubbed down the long beak of the crane bird, touched the high neck of the crane, the soaring wings, and the slender feet, the tender pink toes were hidden in the wine-red nightgown.

Zhu Wanxing didn't want to make a sound, so he said "hmmm", which was regarded as a denial.

Lu Tinghe smiled and raised his head to take a sip of red wine, rubbing his hair like a cat, "You're so lazy, are you tired?"

"Not tired, it's so comfortable..." He rubbed against the person's thigh, his warm face was still moist, and said softly, "It's so comfortable that I don't want to move anymore, I just want to lie on my stomach like this... ..."

Still the same as in the previous life, every time she finishes doing it, she is squeamish and clingy.

"Then lie on your stomach, and I'll carry you in when you fall asleep."

Zhu Wanxing said yes, smiled and squinted his eyes, Lu Tinghe also lowered his head calmly, seeing him like this, he always wanted to rub him, his thumb naturally touched the soft lips, and was bitten when he was about to poke into the crack of his lips up.

The soft lips wrapped around the fingers, and the tip of the tongue licked it lightly, the two looked at each other, and Zhu Wanxing glared at him angrily.

"What are you doing?" He gritted his teeth with his fingertips in his mouth, "Isn't that enough..."

Lu Tinghe chuckled, "I won't do it, I just want to touch you."

"Okay." Zhu Wanxing was generous, lay down obediently and rubbed for him, before he was almost confused by rubbing, he suddenly remembered something, found his mobile phone, there was a photo of Lu Tinghe's imprint on it.

"What kind of crane is this? Red-crowned crane?" He looked at Lu Tinghe suspiciously, and asked, "Why is the pheromone of my brother ebony, and the imprint is a crane?"

Lu Tinghe pinched the tip of his nose, "Then what do you think it is? A tree?"

Zhu Wanxing curled her lips, and didn't say that she was really worried about what would happen if a small tree grew on her back.

Lu Tinghe took the mobile phone, enlarged the photo to show him, and said, "It's not a red-crowned crane. This should be a Gaohe. It likes to inhabit riverbeds or shallows where ebony is buried. When it flaps its wings, it has a very faint ebony fragrance."

Zhu Wanxing seemed to understand but didn't understand, he yawned and was about to lie there again, when suddenly his back was iced, Lu Tinghe rubbed his glands with the wine glass, and asked: "Do you want a drink?"

Zhu Wanxing hummed to hide from him, "I won't drink, I have sworn never to drink again."

Lu Tinghe also remembered his drunken madness, and couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, I can drink a little here."

"You're the one who can't drink anymore!" Zhu Wanxing stared at him with gloomy eyes, pouting fiercely: "Whenever I get drunk, you fool me. If I drink now, I might receive many recordings tomorrow morning. I don't drink."

Lu Tinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "So much resentment, it seems like I'm plotting against you every day."

He took another sip of the wine, his light-colored lips were wet with the liquid, his superior Adam's apple rolled clearly when he swallowed, and his eyes were filled with alcohol when he spoke: "I really don't want to drink? I promise I won't bully you this time."

Zhu Wanxing was a little shaken, Lu Tinghe's self-control was zero, he stared at the man's Adam's apple and barely held the line of defense: "Don't drink, if you say you don't drink, don't drink, don't try to lie to me——"

Before the words finished, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and Lu Tinghe, who was making a lot of noise, could hear it.

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhu Wanxing blinked nonchalantly, and Lu Tinghe laughed at him, "Let me see what the puppy is greedy for?"

"Damn..." He buried his face in his lap sullenly, feeling ashamed and ashamed, "I don't have any prospects..."

Lu Tinghe laughed until his shoulders shook, and he still asked knowingly: "Why are you swallowing your saliva, are you thirsty?"

Zhu Wanxing refused to admit it: "I am not! I did not swallow..."

"All right," he stopped asking, and whispered, "Then I'll give the bird a drink."

Zhu Wanxing scolded him in his heart as a wolf with a big tail, thinking that you are just a bird, but in the next second, the cold red wine dripped onto the gland, and the dark red slurry slipped into the long beak of the crane bird.

"Hey! Brother, what are you doing—"

Zhu Wanxing trembled uncomfortably, the feeling of the wine spreading on his back was very strange, especially the imprint that had been licked, pecked and kissed by alpha for half an hour was still very hot at this moment, suddenly poured cold red wine, which stimulated his breathing It was scorching, and there was a bang, and the face and neck were red.

"Brother! Don't do it..." Zhu Wanxing called him eagerly and shyly, "The wine is about to flow..."

Of course the considerate Alpha would not let him encounter such a predicament.

Before he got up to get the paper, Lu Tinghe pinched the back of his neck, and with only a little effort, the omega sank back into the sofa.

His arm squeezed in from Zhu Wanxing's chest, and he clasped his shoulder with his backhand. Omega's weak shoulder blades protruded in a clear arc because of the panic. He was just about to refuse when his wet mouth covered the gland.

"Brother... don't..." He only had time to squeeze out a broken hum.

Lu Tinghe was licking him.

Following the traces of the red wine, he licked the crane bird on his back little by little.

The deep red wine is intoxicating, and the taste is more than a star and a half worse than the pheromone of omega, but fortunately, the color is pure enough, like the mashed red plum juice, soaking the white snow along the bone.

Zhu Wanxing felt as if he had become a canvas, allowing Lu Tinghe to paint on it with his lips and tongue.

The imprint of the crane bird on the snow is tender and green, trembling with the movement of the omega, as if drunk with red wine, Lu Tinghe's kiss is gentle and delicate, but it falls on his back from time to time imprint.

As if the exclusive mark half the size of his back wasn't enough to satisfy him, he had to let Zhu Wanxing's body be covered with his scent.

"It's so beautiful..." He kissed the omega's gland and sighed, leaving the tip of the tooth in it to infuse a little bit of pheromone like deliberately torturing people.

Zhu Wanxing couldn't take it anymore, and almost begged him angrily: "Don't grind me..."

He wanted Lu Tinghe to give him a good time.

However, the vicious alpha only kissed the tip of his ear, and his voice was very low: "Little boy, this imprint is more gluttonous than you. Every time I inject a little pheromone, it will be darker than before."

"Hmm... bro, stop talking..." Zhu Wanxing bit his finger with tears in his eyes, "It's so perverted..."

Lu Tinghe responded perfunctorily, his fingers were freed from his mouth, and the few drops of wine left on his back were stained with his fingers and sent to his chest, feeding them to Hong Ying.

"I heard that the color of the lifelong marker will become heavier and heavier, and the omega will turn dark red when pregnant."

He turned the person over, kissed off the drop of red wine, and casually asked: "How red will it be, does my little girl know?"

"How do I know..." Zhu Wanxing shook his head, opened his eyes full of steam, and looked at him with his mouth flattened: "What the hell do you want to do..."

"I want to take a look." Lu Tinghe kissed his eyes, and said softly: "When the matter is over, Xiaoguai will give me a baby, okay?"

Zhu Wanxing was stunned when he heard this, Lu Tinghe was always unwilling to enter his inner cavity before, and when he was in the pharmacy, he said that it didn't matter if he had a baby or not, he thought that Lu Tinghe didn't want a child.

The air was quiet for a minute, and no one spoke. Lu Tinghe saw that he pursed his lips and remained silent, thinking that he had no intention of this.

"It's okay, you don't want to give birth if you don't want to, it will really hurt." He pulled off his nightgown to cover Zhu Wanxing, and kissed the tip of his nose fondly, "Let's play for a few more years and then think about it. If you want a baby, you can do it Adopting one, as long as we treat him well, it’s no different from our own.”

But in the next second, his mouth was blocked, Zhu Wanxing hugged him suddenly, kissed him like a bite, and rashly revealed some pheromone, which happened to land on the tip of Lu Tinghe's nose.

"I don't want to have a baby," Zhu Wanxing said close to his ear, blinking his eyes and pursing his mouth, as if he was regretting something, and then he said: "But do we only have one?"

He couldn't learn to refuse at all, not to mention that he wanted a baby more than Lu Tinghe, they both longed for the warmth of family and blood too much.

This time it was Lu Tinghe who was stunned, surprised and felt that the little lover was too overwhelming, he tapped his forehead with his fingers, "Even this is greedy, how many more do you want to have?"

Zhu Wanxing smiled eccentrically, and teased him eccentrically: "Then I thought my brother was so good at naming names, at least you have to have a football team to show that you have literary talents."

Lu Tinghe also laughed, "Can you have some music, just open your mouth and come here, I'll give you a badass."

Zhu Wanxing raised his eyebrows: "Don't you know, a litter of puppies can give birth to several cubs, don't underestimate our Wang Wang team!"

He rolled his eyes as he said, "What do I call it in the country? It seems to be good, good—good birth! Right?"

"It's good to grow up." Lu Tinghe exposed him unceremoniously, biting the tip of his ear and grinding it, "It hurts in half an hour, you are a coquette."

Zhu Wanxing gave a "tsk", "This is your fault, you have to see the essence through the appearance, if I shout at will, you can just listen to it."

Lu Tinghe couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and reminded him: "It's only nine o'clock now, if you continue to speak big words, I'll let you shout until nine o'clock tomorrow morning, which happens to be what I like to hear."

Zhu Wanxing's eyes fluttered, and he shut up, the little pig lay there like a bow, muttering cowardly and arrogantly: "I like to hear you yell, but I don't yell anyway."

Lu Tinghe glanced at him, rubbed his head and shook his head twice, took a sip from the wine glass next to him.

Zhu Wanxing's eyes drifted over again, "What kind of wine did you drink?"

Lu Tinghe deliberately didn't tell him, and asked directly: "Want to drink?"

"I don't want to," Zhu Wanxing shrugged his shoulder indifferently: "I quit."

Lu Tinghe suppressed a smile, "Okay, then I'll seem ignorant to try to persuade you."

After finishing speaking, I had to raise my head and drink the bottom of the glass, Zhu Wanxing was in a hurry, "Hey! Don't don't! I'm not ignorant, and the boss persuades me to drink for two rounds. You should go through the process at least. .”

Lu Tinghe went through his process in a smooth manner, shook his wine glass and began to act: "It's just the bottom of a glass. If Mr. Zhu doesn't drink it, he won't treat me as a friend. Then let's talk about having a baby, because we can't."

"Oh, I can give birth, I can give birth!" Zhu Wanxing smiled and fell on him, pretending to be reluctant: "Since it's all about our family's future football team, it's a trivial matter whether I give up drinking or not."

He boldly pulled Lu Tinghe's wrist and shouted: "It's all in the wine!"

But Lu Tinghe stopped him before he drank it, and deliberately tossed him: "Since Mr. Zhu is so generous, can I order you a flower job?"

This is a slang word in the entertainment field, which is to let one's companion feed others mouth-to-mouth.

Zhu Wanxing puffed up her mouth when she heard the words, and instantly changed her face, the dog's eyes drooped, "There are people who ordered flower work for brother, I don't even know..."

Lu Tinghe looked at his pitiful appearance and wanted to laugh a little: "Where do you find out that there is nothing at all."

Zhu Wanxing pursed her mouth, not believing it, "You are such a young and handsome young man, you are the most hated, no one will give you some? They are blind..."

As he said that, he turned his head away from him, picked the strap of his nightgown with his fingers and tied a bow.

Lu Tinghe saw that he looked like a little bear eating honey with his butt pouting, but he didn't get the honey and ate a mouthful of old vinegar.

The more it looks the cuter it is, Lu Tinghe almost coaxed him when he opened his mouth and said, "Someone has indeed ordered it for me, and there are quite a few."

Zhu Wanxing snorted, "If you click it, you can click it, I don't care too much."

Lu Tinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "But I didn't pick it up once, whether it was someone else's companion or the young princess in the wine shop, I never touched it."

Of course Zhu Wanxing believed it, and he was deliberately teasing him. Lu Tinghe had done a good job in keeping himself clean in his two lifetimes.

As he said, he took the wine glass and gestured to Zhu Wanxing, "I have ordered flower work for Mr. Zhu once in my two lifetimes."

Zhu Wanxing hummed happily, the joy was about to show on his face, but in the next second he heard someone say: "But since you don't care about it, then forget it."

"Hey! Don't count, don't count!" Zhu Wanxing rushed towards him and wagged his tail, "I'm rare, I'm rare! I'm the rarest!"

Lu Tinghe couldn't help laughing, squeezed his fingers, raised his head to put the wine in the glass into his mouth, and signaled him—to get it by himself.

Zhu Wanxing's brain became hot, and he felt a sudden thirst in his throat. He didn't want the wine at first, but now he must have it.

He swallowed his saliva, propped himself up a little bit, stared at his wet lips and muttered seriously: "Then I'll take a sip."

But Lu Tinghe couldn't wait to kiss him, pinching his delicate chin and was about to bully him.

Suddenly, a voice drilled into his head along the earphones, Lu Tinghe's Adam's apple rolled, and the little red wine left slipped into his throat.

"Hmm—" Zhu Wanxing's eyes widened in disbelief, and he felt aggrieved immediately: "Brother, did you drink my wine?"

Lu Tinghe kept silent, and listened carefully with one hand on the earphone. After half a minute, the corners of his lips suddenly curled up, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Wanxing understood instantly, and said in a serious tone, "Did Lu Linjiang make any moves?"

"Two days later at 11 o'clock in the evening, they are going to smuggle a batch of emeralds into the country, and the contact person is Old K."

He touched the mark on Zhu Wanxing's gland, and put his fingertips on Gao He's eyes, "This mark came not too late at all, it's a good omen for us."

Zhu Wanxing held his other hand with a smile, without any fear on his face, and said in a low voice: "Then I wish us success in the first battle."