romantic love

My name is Meng Liang. From today, I have officially married an An Qi, although we have only known each other for less than 24 hours. To be precise, I have known him unilaterally for less than 24 hours.

Sangsang didn't ask my name, and didn't seem to care. He just sat obediently at the dining table, waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pan, while braiding his own hair. His snow-colored long hair was so soft and smooth that it fell apart after a few braids. Yes, he patiently repeated those movements, with a somewhat careless demeanor.

I was leaning against the stove, feeling a little flustered. At this time, my terminal rang, it was a video request, and after confirming casually, I saw the familiar face of the supervisor.

"Are you going to miss work today?" Yang looked at me and the pot of dumplings behind me indifferently, without even exchanging pleasantries, and asked straightforwardly.

"Didn't Mr. Hawkins ask me for marriage leave?" I smiled. "I just got married yesterday."

Yang's expression didn't fluctuate, he probably knew it a long time ago: "You have to go through the formalities by yourself. By the way, that An Qi is about to go into heat. Considering this aspect, you have to make another application."

"Excuse me, did he have any experience in going through the estrus smoothly before?" Yang Dian woke me up. In addition to adjusting my mentality to complete the devaluation, I also had to find a way to survive Sangsang's estrus smoothly.

"Unfortunately, no." Yang shrugged his shoulders. "You have to take double doses of inhibitors, otherwise it will cripple you. However, there will be a few days of warning before the estrus begins. If you find If it has shown obvious violent tendencies, come to Red Rose and return the goods, otherwise it may kill people."

"Thank you." The supervisor showed a surprisingly kind heart professionally, but unfortunately this suggestion did not apply to me. From the moment I signed the agreement, I had no way out.

After much deliberation, it is more reliable to use inhibitors, but there is another difficulty - I don't know which inhibitors can be applied to Sangsang's special constitution, just like my younger brother, a very delicate angel fetus, any one Any suppressant would hurt his body, and if my legal wife had a bad reaction to the suppressant, I couldn't even take him to the hospital because suppressing heat in marriage is illegal and would only make things worse.

Yang was silent for a while, and then said: "Because you took this wedding leave very suddenly, and there is no way to continue the training, after you come back, you will go to work in the mediation department, starting as a recorder, and you can check online if you have time recently. For more information, look at classic cases."

I am not surprised. Among the red roses, the mediation department is considered the most "moderate" style. Most of the people I usually come into contact with are married women or their husbands who are emotionally aware. They mainly help them solve some serious marital problems. You don't have to be like other Departments as long-term close contact with the production and sale of females, the worst cases can also be dealt with by memory adjustments.

"Thanks for letting me know, I will."

"That's it, happy wedding." Yang nodded, and when I was about to hang up the video call, he said, "The dumplings are mushy."

I quickly turned off the fire, and put the dumplings that had already been separated from the skin and flesh into a bowl. The appearance was horrible.

I was a little embarrassed, turned my head in embarrassment, but was startled, and saw Sangsang standing behind me like a ghost behind me, so close to me that I didn't notice it at all.

"Why are you walking so silently..." I complained softly, "It's scary to death."

Sangsang tilted her head to look at me, then looked at the dumpling in my hand, and frowned.

I shuddered -- that's what he looked like when he pulled Hawkins' head like a turnip.

"Hot." He gently leaned against my ear, and took the plate in my hand. Only then did I realize that my fingers were hot and red when I took off the pot just now, and the burning pain from my fingertips made me He waved his hand uncomfortably.

Sangsang put the dumpling in her hand on the stove, and suddenly hugged me horizontally. I felt my whole body fly away, and I couldn't help screaming: "What are you doing!"

He hugged me out of the kitchen effortlessly, put me on the couch, wrapped my body with that long blanket: "You are hurt, you need to rest."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's just a burn, it doesn't count as a minor injury, you're exaggerating too much."

He shook his head stubbornly, pressed me into the sofa, and didn't allow me to move.

What's the matter.

I was a little confused, and casually pulled the white hair hanging in front of my eyes.

Sangsang looked at me puzzled.

Occupational diseases made me think that I should implant some basic medical knowledge of human anatomy in his brain, but before that, I had to let him let me go.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, I don't need to rest." I softened my tone and waved my fingers in front of his eyes, the fingertips were still slightly red, "Let me teach you, it's okay to be red like this, it will be fine soon, It’s only serious when it bleeds, and you need to rest when it bleeds a lot, understand?”

He blinked his eyes, probably understood, and slightly relaxed his arms holding me. I tried to break free from this confinement, but he grabbed me even tighter.

I was a little helpless, and wanted to say something more, but he suddenly lowered his head and bit my fingertips.

The soft and cool touch made me gasp, but in the next second, I felt a sharp pain like a knife cutting my finger. I couldn't help crying out, and saw Sangsang bit my finger violently. , as if to bite it off.

"Don't!" I struggled hard, but I managed to break free. He still held my wrist, but let go, and there were a few bloody tooth marks on the fingertips that were burned just now.

He gently stroked my wound with his fingertips, and looked down at me. I don't know if it was because of the light, those deep eyes were as black as a cold pool.His expression was still submissive and gentle, and his movements were still gentle and slow, but after all the tossing just now, I rarely felt a kind of fear that started to chill from the bottom of my heart.

"It's mine." He looked at the wound on my hand and hugged me contentedly, his cold and wide palm started from the back of my neck and stroked my back along the spine.He comforted me like an animal, which reminded me of the documentary about the beast I watched a long time ago - after the beast captured its own female, it used rough methods to erase all traces left on it by others, Then it was stamped, leaving their own logos on them one by one.

I stopped struggling in an instant, and nestled in his arms motionless. As expected, he let go of me after a while.

"Dumplings..." I reminded him in a low voice, he nodded, carried me back to the dining room, let me sit on the dining table, and then slowly fed the scattered skin and stuffing of the dumplings into my mouth, this posture made me feel I was like a bird waiting to be fed, a little awkward, but he held my waist with one hand and didn't allow me to dodge.

To be honest, the taste of quick-frozen dumplings is quite ordinary, and I am not in the mood to taste the food under this condition, but the stomach that has not eaten hot food for a long time emits an uncontrollable sense of comfort, which makes people unable to refuse.I looked away, a little afraid to look at Sangsang's dark pupils, until he stuffed the last dumpling into my mouth, I couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to eat?"

He pointed to "Victory" beside him.

I was a little angry: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat dumplings?"

He looked at me innocently, then hugged me and rubbed his chin on my neck.

I couldn't get angry for a moment, but the itching from my neck made me want to laugh a little.

Not long ago, the deadly sense of fear subsided slightly. I tried to touch An Qi in front of me. Seeing that he didn't show any resistance, I carefully touched that delicate and handsome face. Sangsang seemed a little uncomfortable. Resisting my prudence, I put one hand on my palm, and let my hand press against his cheek.

"From today onwards you have to live with me, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," I recalled the tone Yang used when speaking to him, and said softly, "My name is Meng Liang."

"Don't be afraid." Sangsang looked at me steadfastly, and then smiled. This was the first time I saw him smile. His already outstanding appearance became even more irresistible after being stained with a smile. He walked forward in a hugging posture, hugged me in circles like he got a child's favorite toy, and then said against my face, "Brother will protect me."

It suddenly occurred to me that this was what I said unconsciously yesterday. At that time, I was a little fuzzy about myself and him, and the words I blurted out were almost instinctive. At this moment, it is very embarrassing to be repeated.

Sangsang pinched my hot ears, leaned down and called out a name that made me blushed in a clear voice: "Brother Meng."

After all the formalities were completed, my leave was approved. Since Sangsang's estrus period was uncertain, Red Rose only gave me ten days of wedding leave.

After a few days, I thought I could figure out the temper of this partner, and I no longer had excessive fear of him like I did at the beginning. I knew that Sangsang was not really as emotionless and ruthless as Lin Lu and Yang said. Naturally born, on the contrary, his vitality is stronger than any ordinary person. It is not so much that he does not know how to love, but that his love is too "animal". He has a strong sense of territory and will try his best to mark and dominate himself In addition, the lack of pain perception makes it difficult for him to control the degree, so that he is like an overkill tiger when he fights for territory, and behaves like a limp and boneless cat the rest of the time .

I can't be angry with him, or I can't be angry with any well-behaved and obedient Angel. This can easily remind me of my younger brother. One, being good, at least looking good, is also one of them.

I was sitting on the sofa watching a marriage program when I received the news that I was going to leave. International Channel 13 is broadcasting a classic case of family conflict. The case is not complicated and does not have much particularity. The point is that it is the first case and it is enough. universal.The general details are that a female named Angelina used inhibitors excessively in marriage, resulting in reduced fertility. After giving birth to two angel fetuses in a row, she refused to continue to conceive. After the two Angelinas were euthanized, Angelina’s The husband had a serious mental problem, and his mental fluctuation value exceeded 500. He was forcibly sent to a mental hospital and judged to have no possibility of recovery, and his female should also be recovered by White Rose as an inheritance—after the husband died or lost his ability to act, the leftover If the females below the biological age are below the "lay-off line", their memories will be erased, their biological organs will be rebuilt and refurbished, and then distributed to unmarried men and infertile families of the right age for free or at a low price.

Obviously Angelina met all the above conditions, but before the operation began, she escaped from the Blue Palace with the help of a member of the agency. Rose went to court. She blamed her family's misfortune on the absurd and unrealistic memories given to her by her editor. Connecting with the man in her fantasy, she said: "Every moment with him seems to tell me that you are just a tool, you have been debugged, and everything that follows is reasonable, heat, sex, birth Children, and then repeat, this is as it should be, as for why? Because they are already engraved in your memory, but the fact is not, my imagination is disconnected from reality, and my choices are of course disconnected from what is in memory of."

"I advise you, the Rose Society, if you really only regard us as squirming flesh, don't give us the ability to dream, otherwise we will resist—sooner or later we will resist."

The live broadcast was cut off here, and the screen switched back to the big face of the host of the marriage live broadcast that could fill the screen. He called up a set of information and announced it on the monitor. The specific content was the basic information of a wanted criminal. It was the staff member who helped Angelina escape from the Blue Palace at that time, and his name was Lu Xuyan.It is said that besides the Angelina case, he also organized and systematically induced several small-scale vicious activities. Theoretically speaking, there should be a team behind it, but the evidence is still insufficient.

I stared at Lu Xuyan's ID for a long time, and felt a little strange. It's not about how good-looking he is or how ugly he is. It's just that this photo seems to have been deliberately manipulated by someone with a heart. No matter how I look at it, it's hard to remember. This is illogical, and such special treatment will only make the arrest warrant lose its original function.

Just when I was wondering, the screen on the TV suddenly switched, I turned my head, and saw Sangsang sitting on my left, holding the remote control in her hand, pressing the buttons one after another.

It was only then that I realized that the marriage program might really make my An Qi feel uncomfortable, so I quickly touched his head and asked, "Are you all right?"

Sangsang smiled, shook her head to indicate that it was okay, then leaned over and hugged my waist like a clingy animal.

I got used to it too, let him rub me like a puppet, took the remote control handed over and asked, "What do you want to watch?"

He put his head on my lap: "I want to see the princess."

I sighed, thinking that probably I would watch Snow White with the little angel again during the day, so I clicked on a channel, and as expected, it was showing cartoons. In recent years, there have been more and more animation channels, and up to now almost accounted for 50.00% of the total, in line with the requirements of a large number of children, the duration of a single episode of the animation series is increased to two hours, enough for a child to sit in front of the TV with peace of mind for an afternoon. For children, this may be like heaven The treatment is noisy hell for me.

I deeply regretted throwing the remote control to Sangsang a few days ago to let him watch enlightenment movies on TV. This is undoubtedly a stupid decision. After opening a certain episode of "Beauty and the Beast", he just sat on the sofa intently Just when I wondered if this would be too naive for him, my dear An Qi maintained an elegant posture like an aristocrat, holding milk tea and pulling flip-flops, deeply Shen Di "fell in love" with the beautiful princess in the cartoon, and since then he is no longer willing to hand over the control of the remote control panel, and drags me to accompany him to dream of a princess every day.

This is simply unthinkable.

Just when I found out that my wife was staring at Cinderella's glass slipper in a daze, with "want" written in her eyes, my terminal rang, and the specific ringtone cheered me up. Turning away from Sangsang, I clicked on the text message, and sure enough, it was the news I had been waiting for for a long time.

Curly: If you have used a specific inhibitor for a long time, you should be able to detect it through a blood test. Can you get his blood?

I glanced at Sangsang, who was watching the prince and princess dancing with his lips curled up. His eyes twinkled like they were shining. This scene moved my heart, and I replied in a dizzy way: No need for blood. , saliva into it?

Curly returned a "disgusting" expression, followed by another: You can try the hair, but there is no guarantee.

I replied: OK.Then he reached out and rubbed Sangsang's hair.

Sangsang turned to look at me and smiled: "Brother Meng."

I coughed in embarrassment: "Don't call me that, it's Meng Liang."

He changed his words obediently: "Meng Liang."

I reached out and patted his shoulder, and said, "Sit over here, brother will braid your hair."

Sangsang leaned over without hesitation, and knelt on the sofa with her back facing me, her slightly slender back leaning against my arms, her shiny silver hair facing my face, the sky poured like a river of stars. Down.

I took a deep breath, took a comb and tied a hemp flower for him. Although this rustic hairstyle is not suitable for Angie in my arms, it is the only braid I can tie. Dad was alive I like to tie my brother like this-this kind of braid can prevent her from eating her own hair, and I learned it hundreds of times after watching it.

Sangsang grabbed my hand, looked at it through the mirror of the terminal on my wrist, and pursed her lips, seemingly dissatisfied.

I fooled him casually: "Look at those princesses, when they attend banquets, they will tie their hair up like this and put it on the top of their heads, and then wear long halter dresses with diamond chains."

He squinted his eyes and glanced at me, then picked up the remote control and reversed the animation a little bit, and after confirming that I didn't make it up, I passed the level, and then kissed me on the cheek like a reward.

The cold breath sprayed on my neck, and I was a little lost. I hastily hid the two white hairs that I had just plucked into my sleeves, and pretended to look down at him sincerely. I was too close to see the hair behind his ear. There were several gill-shaped cracks, I couldn't help but touch it, and there was indeed a layer of slightly hard scales on the edge of the flesh.

I asked softly, "Can this be used to breathe?"

Sangsang shook her head, a gloomy look appeared between her handsome eyebrows and eyes: "Ugly."

"It's not ugly." I quickly denied it, and felt that those strange cracks were like silver moons reflected on the ice, like an abyss, exuding an indescribable quiet beauty, "It's very beautiful."

"Really?" He looked up at me, and a few strands of hair that couldn't be tied into the braid fell on his ears. From my perspective, he was as beautiful as an elf, and when he approached me, I noticed that The two light-colored lips were soft and clear, slightly half-opened, as if bewitching and inviting.

"Really." I couldn't help being serious when he watched, and raised two fingers and said, "I swear."

He lifted his lips and kissed me again, this time on the lips.

In a panic, I felt that I should refuse, but I let him manipulate me like I was drained of all my strength. His lips were soft and sweet, reminding me that no matter how strong and aggressive he is, he is still a female. In a few days, this bewitching sweet scent will fill the whole room, he will court me, we will have sex irrationally like the closest lovers, instinct will bring us endless joy , and then eventually the culmination of it all will be a child born through his womb and raised by us together.

I woke up with a start and flung myself straight out of his arms—it wasn't right.

I have never treated him as an ordinary female, or even a womb. He can be my younger brother, my lover, or even the object of my love, but he should not be treated by my original , Inferior instinct to invade or possess, I want him to have the same freedom as me, instead of being bound by any artificially created lust.

Before my Sangsang got angry, I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him up from the sofa, asking, "Want to go out with me?"

He tilted his head in confusion.

I took his hand, gently stroked the web between his fingers with my fingertips, and said with a smile, "Go on a date."