Inhibition Marking Committee

Huan Xiubai stared at him intently, trying to compare the pheromones from the aftertaste between his teeth and lips, but found it was futile.

The fruity aroma of strawberries is very strong, so strong that it washes away the original taste of Mr. Xi. Wanting to do it again, Mr. Xi has already pushed him away and sat up.

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

Huan Xiubai suddenly raised his head, trying to find some traces on Teacher Xi's face, but the other party's expression was calm, as if it was indeed just a daily greeting.

Noticing his numbness, Simo deliberately approached his ear and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you awake yet? I'm back."

Huan Xiubai stood up suddenly as if his tail had been stepped on—"Aw!" As a result, he hit his head without accident.He hissed and rubbed the top of his head, stood aside, his eyes dodged and he dared not look at anyone, "I'll check to see if your room is dirty, I want to clean it for you, but I accidentally fell asleep."

"come over."

"Ok?"

Xi Mo hooked his palms back, Huan Xiubai leaned over suspiciously, was grabbed and sat beside him, and rubbed his head with his hands.

Perhaps because Mr. Xi is a doctor, the pain in his head disappeared within a few seconds.Teacher Xi not only rubbed the pain for him, but also lifted up his clothes openly and carefully checked the healing of the gunshot wound. Apply around wounds that are scabbing.

When you lower your head like this, Teacher Xi's fine eyelashes will droop, and you can see the focused eyes in the gap between the eye feathers. , is a slightly moist lip, full of blood, and it will become swollen if you can't help biting it.

How can there be a person with such a gentle and peaceful appearance, no matter who sees him, there will be a desire to talk to him.

He shouldn't be sitting in an old and dreary carriage to treat a clumsy omega's wounds, but should stand on the altar and accept the worship and confession of others.

However, this person...

"Are you going to remarry?" Huan Xiubai finally asked.

Eyelashes fluttered, Sim Mo raised his eyes slightly, and the words were still calm: "Do you want to listen to my words or the facts?"

"……fact."

"My parents arranged this marriage and I'm probably going to get engaged in the next year or so."

Huan Xiubai gritted his teeth and swallowed the rising pain in his stomach, "What do you mean?"

"I will not marry a stranger." He spelled out his words clearly and his words were firm.

"... People who have known each other for a few days are not strangers?"

Xi Mohui thought for a while, and said decisively: "Three lifetimes."

He originally thought that Omega would be depressed when he heard this, and he was even ready to comfort him, but he heard the man say in a rough voice: "I will work hard."

effort?

Simo subconsciously said: "You don't need to work hard."

Huan Xiubai stood up in a daze, and retreated to the door, "I know that hard work doesn't always pay off...but I haven't reached the end yet, maybe... maybe there will be some results?"

"That's not what I meant—" Simo stopped abruptly when he was about to say something.

He couldn't tell him the truth, the time magic experiment was not successful, and the solution had not been fully found. If he undid the memory seal rashly and reminded him that he had no heart, the situation would only get worse.

Besides, this is the fourth day of the reunion.

Simo chased him out, and he had already staggered to another carriage.

Before entering this world, Xi Mohui thought that he would be able to win at least half a month by staying with Huan Xiubai, but he did not expect that the fate that was too entangled would have tied the two closely together. Resurrection is total destruction.

Even if he lost his memory, he still couldn't tolerate any ambiguity and hesitation, and was eager to get the result.

... There is nothing wrong with that either.

Huan Xiubai was still the same Huan Xiubai, the Huan Xiubai who would get into trouble when he said he wanted to be friends.

Huan Xiubai couldn't wait for dawn to climb the cross tower to pray.

Huan Xiubai, who made up his mind to entrust the child as soon as he marked it.

Such impatience, frankness, unwillingness to wait, and the bruising of the head is just asking for a result.Too stubborn, but full of resilience, and will not learn to give up after repeated setbacks.

What would you do if I wasn't the one capable of responding to your wonderful results?Heading for destruction?

Xi Mo leaned back on the door frame and stood quietly.The door next door rang, and Jin Ze's face appeared from behind the door. He obviously heard the movement before, his eyes turned to Simohui, and he said flatly: "It's all pregnant, let's take care of each other. It's normal to be emotionally unstable and quarrel, at least you two still have someone to accompany you..."

Jin Ze didn't want to talk too much, but he felt that Mr. Xi was not a heartless person, so he persuaded him a few more words: "In the past two days you have been away, this person doesn't want to eat or drink, and he squats at the exit when he stops. I don’t know how many times I’ve wandered around your door all day long. It’s as if I’ve lost my soul. I’ve known him for two years. He’s really not good-tempered, and he doesn’t have a good relationship with others. If he changed it, don’t take it to heart.”

Simo twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled softly: "He did nothing wrong, don't worry, I won't take it to heart."

"What do I worry about...it has nothing to do with me." Jin Ze said angrily, put down his words, and hurried away with his stomach full.

He is also a warm-hearted person... Xi Mo looked back at his back and thought.

Halfway through the journey of the intercontinental train, there are people getting on the train at every station, but very few people getting off the station. Almost all of them are heading for the northern destination - the last hope of mankind, "Scorching Sun City".

Outside the window, the mountains piled up, the track was desolate, and the corpses along the way were covered with heavy snow, the whole world looked pure and innocent.There was a round of icy sun hanging in the sky, and the frost flowers were weaving finely and densely along the window frame. The heating was turned on in the carriage, and the temperature difference between inside and outside made the windows covered with thin mist.

The flight attendants walked from car to car, pressing the small horn to remind everyone to close the doors and windows to save energy.The oxygen in the air is gradually replaced by the exhaled carbon dioxide, making people drowsy. Even in the bright afternoon without cloud cover, most people still lie on the hard seats and fall asleep.

Huan Xiubai drank up the small bottle of sex hormone liquid, poured warm water into it three times, and drank it down. The fourth time, there was really no taste left, so he licked the cork for the last time and stuffed it back into the small bag. Nest back on the crib.

It was quiet outside, and the sun was blinding. He pulled the folded curtain over to block it, turned over in the shadow, and sighed again.

Can't sleep.

He couldn't tell what was wrong with him, and he was in a depressed mood, as if someone had stuffed a ball of straw into his empty heart, and he couldn't get it out. The strong arterial blood rushed in, and it was sticky and wet, and it was uncomfortably stuffed. At the heart, don't let him breathe properly.

Teacher Xi’s eldest son came once in the middle of the journey, he hesitated and said that someone had sent him something, put a big box on the ground, and sat opposite him, leaning his hands on the edge of the bed, looking at it worriedly with his two black eyes. he.

Huan Xiubai sat up with his upper body propped up, fished out the coat hanging at the foot of the bed, dug into the big pocket for a while, sifted out a handful of small candies from a large number of bullets, keys, and pocket knives, and called the boy over, Putting it in his hand, he said slowly and lowly: "Go and eat candy."

This candy was brought in from the cult, and it was stuffed casually, and I have never eaten it.

"I don't want candy!" Xiaolong pursed his mouth and angrily put the candy into his pocket.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat... why don't you go to Baimao?"

Huan Xiubai lay down, facing the wall, breathing hard: "Who is Bai Mao..."

"White hair is white hair." Long Akimbo said it as a matter of course.

"I don't know Baimao." Huan Xiubai murmured.

"Oh! Baimao won't let me tell you that Baimao is Baimao, but Baimao is a good person, and you are also a good person. A good person wants to mate with a good person. You have not mate/mated recently, and you only drink saliva from each other. You're going to get sick if you go on like this!"

"...Who taught you this."

The leather jacket was triumphant: "This uncle has inherited the wisdom of his ancestors, and he can learn from the inherited memory."

"Wisdom..." The word "wisdom..." was uttered by a young man, and it always felt weird.

The leather jacket opened his eyes and asked curiously: "Do you and Baimao have a cub? I can smell it."

Huan Xiubai covered his lower abdomen with his hands under the quilt, curled up his legs, stared at the scratched wall and asked, "Did Baimao send you here? Are the things Baimao's?"

The leather jacket said distressedly: "Bai Mao won't let me tell." But he poked the man, and when Huan Xiubai turned his eyes back, he nodded abruptly at him.

Baimao only said that he was not allowed to speak out, but did not say that he was not allowed to act.

The leather jacket is deeply impressed by the ancient wisdom of his own dragon.

"Bai Mao... is it alpha?" Huan Xiubai's heart was beating wildly.

The leather jacket replied decisively: "Of course, he is male."

If it is male, it is alpha.White hair = the owner of the long silver hair = the person who marked him, sent him the ejaculate and this box of unknown objects, and was in the Big Goose Nuclear Power Plant.

Teacher Xi has short black hair and is an omega who is two months pregnant. She always has a familiar smell on her body...

Who is Teacher Xi?

Why can he gain short-term comfort through close contact with Mr. Xi?

Huan Xiubai thought of something, sat up suddenly, and gripped the quilt tightly.

If it is to mark pregnancy, it is not surprising that Mr. Xi's body will fuse the pheromone of the markr and resonate with the A sex hormone in his body.

So... Could it be that Teacher Xi's ex-husband is also white-haired!

Both he and Mr. Xi were Bai Mao's victims. Mr. Xi was forced to take the black-haired boy to follow Bai Mao's instructions to monitor him. Bai Mao was a green tea hook, hanging them both? !

No...it doesn't seem to make sense?

Huan Xiubai stroked his hair in confusion, who is Bai Mao, and who is Teacher Xi, these two questions are twisted into a messy twist, which can't be separated, and the unexplainable logical question has driven him to a dead end.

He buried his face in his big palms, breathing chaotically, and sat for a long, long time until his legs became numb, the sky fell, and the room was so dark that he couldn't see the outline clearly. The air was suddenly poured in, and he took a big breath in the dark.

The boy should have left long ago.

He looked around, and the heavy air condensed and squeezed towards him. He shook under the quilt for a while before realizing that the heating in the car was off.

The background sound that has been blocked by the brain for a long time returns to the ears, the footsteps going back and forth in the corridor are non-stop, people are shouting, yelling, and buzzing everywhere, the notification broadcast blares, and the voice of the conductor is old, as if a If you touch it, it will be rotten and brittle: "Passengers and friends, there is a problem with the heating system of the train. Only after entering the station at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning can the parts be replaced for repairs. Tonight, please keep warm. To ensure the safety of life, it is recommended that acquaintances keep warm with each other."

The quilts on the sleeper beds were snapped up, even the sheets and pillows were stripped off, the hot water was emptied, and the hot meals were emptied. Human beings rushed from one end of the carriage to the other like locusts, using everything to keep their body temperature Locked in his hands, he did not hesitate to fight for more than a dozen large and small-scale snatching battles. After everyone dispersed with bruises and swollen faces, he began to look at the idea of ​​the human body again.

Young adults, children, and pregnant women all have higher body temperatures and have become the focus of competition.

Xi Mohui realized that the heating had stopped, and before he opened the door to go out to find Huan Xiubai, when he opened the door, a swarm of people crowded the corridor.Whether they know him or not, and even a large number of people who have seen his face and thought about it for a long time, all gathered in front of his door, with concerned smiles on their faces, and warmly invited him to sleep at his place .

"Mr. Xi, it's more than ten degrees below zero outside. I have four quilts. Come here."

"Mr. Xi! I poured three big bottles of hot water. You are pregnant. You should drink hot water at night, so you can't get cold."

…………

Xi Mo turned his face blankly...

absurd!

People lined up from his door to the entrance of the carriage, tightly packed.Simo refused one by one with a cold face. After one group left, another group came again, which was more lively than the vegetable market.

After going on like this for more than half an hour, those who heard the news stopped coming, and those who wanted to try their luck also left. The crowd dispersed dejectedly, and a silent figure appeared behind the dark crowd. I don’t know how long I was blocked there. His legs were limping when he walked, and he must have stood stiffly.

Simo stopped closing the door, and his heart stopped for a second.

Everyone who came to him, no matter how tempting conditions they promised, came empty-handed.

Only this person, holding his own pillow and quilt, walked towards him step by step.

Sim Mo called back with a smile: "You are no different from them."

While he was speaking, he had already turned sideways, leaving enough space between the door and himself to pass through.

Huan Xiubai stood still at the door, froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, I'm here to deliver you a quilt."

"Where did you get the quilt?" It must have been snatched.

"My quilt." Huan Xiubai stuffed it into his arms, and the hollow quilt was warm and soft and slammed into Xi Mohui's arms, "I'm not afraid of the cold, and I don't need it. I still have a coat to cover me. Here's a thick quilt for you." , you are pregnant, you can’t lose your temperature. Don’t go to sleep with them, they have bad intentions, and you will suffer.”

Simo listened back, breathing more and more urgently, "What about you? Are you pregnant too?"

Huan Xiubai stated plainly: "I am different."

Xi Mohui's eyes turned red instantly, and he retorted: "Why is it different!"

"No one cares about my child, but someone cares about you." Huan Xiubai said this, swallowed some emotions, and smiled, "I miss you."

...nobody misses me...I miss you...

Why are you so stupid!

Huan Xiubai, you are also pregnant, but you didn't say a word, and you came to give me a quilt when you heard the news.All those who came to me to talk about it were empty-handed, only you who really love me, holding the quilt and thinking about giving, but never thinking about getting something from me.

Xi Mohui's vision was blurred, his eyes were sore, and he couldn't stop crying, so he said in a strong voice:

"Give me your pillow too."

Huan Xiubai stuffed them into his arms together.

Xi Mohui threw the things into the house, turned around and grabbed Huan Xiubai's forearm, dragged him into the house, and locked the door behind him.

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I won’t force you in this chapter. When I wrote this section of the outline two months ago, I cried for three full hours. There is really no need to say anything about love. It’s clear at a glance who is sincere and who is false.

Today I am also a faucet fish

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It’s getting cold, and the lovely fairy godmothers should also cover up with more quilts and dress more~ (Said the shivering cod

Thanks to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 1 Yunfei;

Thanks to the little angels who voted [Line mines]: Said Ai Zhehua, Kylin, 1 sweet wine jam;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Taotao Oolong ovo No. 5; [-] bottles of Mingyeying;