Chapter 81： (1/2)

Do not.

In addition to pheromones, of course you.

But Zheng Feiyu couldn't deny that sentence, because he really, really missed the taste of He An.

He An understood his silence as the default, and laughed mockingly: "Have you forgotten? I had an operation before I left. It was the pheromone you chose for me, a 7% fit. I can't find anything lower. I don't have the flavor you like. You can be awake or not awake. I can't help you. "

"You do." Zheng Feiyu interrupted him.

How could it not?

The faint ray was hidden in another strange and ordinary pheromone. It was very weak, and it was only a line away from dissipation, but Zheng Fei heard it.

For him, this is the most sensitive taste in the world.

It was like a white butterfly in the thick fog, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, playing trickyly on Zheng Feiyu, making him dry. He couldn't help but release a little Alpha pheromone, it was hooked, fluttered more frequently, and more frequently, gradually accumulating strength, breaking through the veil of fog formed by type 3 pheromone, and filled Zheng Fei with joy. Come on.

The sweet fragrance was permeating all over, and Zheng Fei's lungs were washed like a storm.

It also waited too long, too lonely, and coveted the long-lost love of Alpha pheromones. They are fused, entangled in the blood, insanely intimate, like a pair of unending lovers.

That's the taste, lily of the valley.

Never changed.

Zheng Feiyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if eating a reassurance pill: his Omega was safe and sound, and he was still waiting for him.

And a few steps away, He An couldn't even stand.

It seemed like the sky suddenly changed, cold and heat alternated, and then it was stuffed in the hot steamer, and then it was frozen in snow and ice. His face was getting worse, his lips were pale and white, but between a few breaths, the horns were sweating heavily.

The back of the neck was stinging, and a nerve was constantly shaken by the person. The nerve penetrated the whole body, and was extremely sharp, and the dizziness and nausea that swung up turned into huge waves. In the fiercely rotating field of vision, eaves, railings, swings, daylight, bougainvillea ... and Zheng Fei's erect figure were all distorted by a pen.

He wanted to bear it, but he couldn't stop the urge to vomit in his stomach.

The sky hangs upside down, and the ground underneath is loose and softer than the ripped cotton. He couldn't figure out the center of gravity, and fell two steps left and right. One accidentally stumbled on the steps. The pillars behind him seemed to disappear, and the whole person suddenly fell backwards.