Inhibition Marking Committee

In order to save government land, the municipal orphanage was placed next to the crematorium.Strictly speaking, there is still a cemetery away from the blast furnace chimneys that smoke all day long.

Simo disappeared into the orphanage. In the empty gray walls, there were two bloated women talking.

"Which one is burning? Is there still someone coming to burn paper money on a rainy day?"

"It's burning paper money, it's burning people in a crematorium."

The third nurse joined the topic sullenly, "No, the dead child is in heat again."

The one with the longest face said: "It's already fifteen, and it's time to go into heat. But why does it smell like this? It's unlucky, it smells like an open furnace at the crematorium."

The other two giggled without hesitation.

"The dean asked us to lock him in the storage room, so that no one would touch him, and he would beat him to death and pay the medical bills. Just because he beat someone in heat last month, he hasn't been given dinner this month. "

"It's good to be hungry, and you won't have a long memory if you are not hungry." The nurse did not hide his disgust, "I have never seen such a child in my 40 years of life, and I am not disabled or mentally handicapped. I have been taken out for a year and can be thrown back. It shows how virtuous I am usually. Difference."

These words will be projected loudly in the memory, which is enough to show how deep the impression on the young Huan Xiubai was.

However, as an adult, he has long smothered this past in his horns, pretending to have forgotten it.

The courtyard wall was gray and decayed, and the green and white paint divided the wall into two distinct sections. After soaking in the rain, the wall skin rolled up densely, and after excessive swelling, it shattered in the corner.

The deeper Xi Mo went, the more frightened he felt.This was very different from the bright and warm orphanage he had imagined, it was more like a simple shelter.

He saw many stiff faces, five or six years old, seven or eight years old, all staring at him.It is clearly the world, but it is more lifeless than the hell of the crematorium.Almost all the children who stayed here were children with serious disabilities, no one adopted them, and the deformity of the body was shocking.

Huan Xiubai is the only healthy child.

Simo returned to find the storage room that the nurse said in the uninhabited backyard. It was more like a small and tight fire room, with no windows, the roof was old-fashioned tiles, and the door was crooked. Everything looked "okay" ".

He stood in front of the door and took a deep breath.

He knew that this hut was the final destination.

The key clicked in the lock, and a ray of dawn light shone through the gap in the door that was gradually opened, and the end of the light just touched the boy's bare ankle.

The vision of the young boy shrunk in the darkness was blurred, he moved his jaw hesitantly, and the movement of propping up on the ground was very difficult, and he used the back of one hand to block the light, trying to see the person standing in the backlight clearly——

The tall figure exuding a faint gleam, pulled the long hair tied behind the back to the front, untied the hair tie, and the moonlight hair fell down.In this little action, there is a kind of tactful and secretive ambiguity, and also a trace of determination and self-dedication that is difficult to detect.

Angel……

The boy's dry lips moved silently.

Simo walked towards him step by step, and the boy's numb face suddenly became vigilant.

Huan Xiubai grabbed a broken brick, jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards the man desperately.

Xi Mo stopped in his tracks, neither dodged nor shot, quietly looked down at the oncoming little beast, watched him panting heavily when he approached, and swallowed the alpha pheromone. Falling down, unable to recover after a setback, he could only weakly support the ground and breathe heavily.

Simo squatted back, took out the blunt brick from his palm, threw it aside, and said casually: "You can't hurt people with this kind of thing. If you can get a knife, use it next time." knife."

Huan Xiubai crawled upside down and knelt on the ground, retreated to the base of the wall, hugged his knees, showing a posture of self-protection.

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide the panic in his eyes.This is the lack of self-confidence brought about by the age difference.

Simo opened his hands back to show that he didn't bring anything that could hurt him.Afterwards, he closed the door and sat down against the wall as far away as possible.

The mottled scratches on the wall, judging from the color, are very similar to those carved by the brick just now.Simo tried to make out the patterns on it, but they were so dense that the lines covered the lines and became a blur, making it impossible to make out.

Simo heard rustling noises on the other side of the hut. His messy black hair moved in the dark, retracting his limbs, which were growing but thin due to malnutrition, into the corner.

The smell of fishy tide during estrus is very strong, mixed with a thick smell of burnt smoke. Omega needs to be kept warm and cared for in the first year of reproductive development, but Huan Xiubai, a teenager, doesn’t even have a pair of wool socks. In the physiological response of hormone surge, he fluctuates from hot to cold, clutching his hot belly, without saying a word Dare to make a sound.

Simo wanted to stand up in retrospect, but the reaction over there was more violent than he expected. Huan Xiubai also "squeaked" against the wall and stood still, staring at him sharply with a pair of red and black eyes.

It seems to be the stress response of animals.

Simo sat back down again.The sound of rain dripping through a small window overhead.Using the dim light, he glanced at the young man who was struggling and shivering in the cold, and his eyes fell on the thin hand with protruding joints, and found that the hand was in a state of muscle tension with bulging veins.

He is such a big alpha sitting here, and he can stabilize his emotions during the estrus period without adult memory, and he didn't attack again, which is already the greatest trust in him invisible.

On the first day, Xi Mohui didn't provoke him any further, but sat quietly in the small black room and accompanied the boy all night.

The next day, Simo chose a time near the evening.He opened the door and keenly caught an urgent gaze. Even if the boy turned his face away quickly, Sim Mohui could clearly feel that he was expecting him to come.

After an hour of silence, the boy finally started to speak: "Who are you? Did you take me to test the medicine?"

His voice was hard and dry, with a sort of pretended grown-up voice.

Simo asked back, "Do you want to test the medicine?"

Huan Xiubai muttered sullenly: "I don't want to do this..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly got up and rushed to the sink next to him to vomit, but he didn't eat and couldn't vomit anything, he just retched uncomfortably.

Simo looked back and frowned.This is also bad for the stomach.

The young man unscrewed the rusty faucet and patted the pipe skillfully. The water pipe looked like an old man whose trachea had been cut.He washed his face, rinsed his mouth again, and finally took six gulps of ice-cold tap water. He walked back to the corner in a nonchalant manner, sat down all of a sudden, and began to pant intermittently.

After a few minutes, he swallowed hard, pressed his hot forehead against the cold wall, regained his senses, and asked nonchalantly, "Hey, drug tester... have you...O Drugs that can be taken in heat? Anything will do.”

Simo's voice tensed almost imperceptibly, "Why didn't they give you the medicine?"

"Medicine, what kind of medicine?" The young man snorted as if he had heard some joke, "Did you say something like an inhibitor?"

"Yes..." Simo hesitated for some reason.

The young man said in an old-fashioned tone: "Where is there such a thing in the orphanage? The disabled will throw it into the house when they are in heat... They are not disabled, they have been taken away long ago. Some kind parents bought them for them. No matter how expensive it is, I will buy it... Even if there is one, they will all take it out and sell it... Inhibitors are quite expensive, so they can sell for a lot of money, right?"

Simo fell silent.

More than ten years ago, CC pills were not as popular as they are now in convenience stores, and the price was far from cheap. It was something that many low-level people could not afford.

Of course the young Huan Xiubai couldn't eat either.

Because he has neither well-meaning parents nor the means to make money.

The young man was suddenly uneasy in the silence, and he explained hastily: "I... I'm not complaining to you... I just think, if I am free and rich, I must buy a lot of inhibitors, store them up, and take them every day. It wouldn't be like this... a lot, a lot of bugs."

Simo sighed softly when he recalled his previous psychological dependence on drugs and the cabinet of inhibitors.

The night was getting darker, the rain outside was crackling, and a cold wind was blowing in from the small window.The young man stood up with his hands on the wall, and stood on tiptoe under the window, but he was not tall enough, nor was he strong enough to smash his finger through the wall. Look at the rain outside the window, but can't see it, that's all.

"Do you like rainy days?" Simo asked him with some selfishness and thoughts.

"I like rain... It's strange, I don't like it before. Do you like it?" Huan Xiubai stretched out his fingers out of the window as hard as he could, and when he touched a little raindrop, he closed his palms and kept them in his hot palm.

Simo stared back at him, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'm fine. But there is one person who likes it very much."

"Who is it?" The boy turned his head suddenly.

"the person I like."

"...you have someone you like."

"Ah."

The young man retreated back to the corner in a daze, facing the wall, and repeated nervously in a low voice: "You have someone you like...someone you like..."

Xi Mo felt a pain like a needle prick in his heart, and almost slipped out of his mouth. I like you.

But he didn't.

"...You also like that person's smell, right?" The boy asked almost bitterly.

"like."

"What's the smell?"

"It's a very special taste that attracts me."

"That's great..." the boy said dryly, a little envious.

After a while, he said to himself in the dark: "It's spring now. It's very cold here. They say that where it's cold, my stench won't disperse."

Simo told him: "That's not a bad smell, it's pheromones."

The boy smiled miserably, buried his head between his knees, and said vaguely: "I know. The smell is exactly the same as that of the crematorium."

"Different."

"What's different?" He asked with a bit of hope.

Xi Mohui exhaled softly, his voice soft: "You are gunpowder smoke, the smell of bullets rubbing hard in the barrel."

The boy digested it for a while, and suddenly said cautiously, "Do you like... bullets and guns?"

How could Xi Mohui fail to hear the love and longing hidden underneath.

So he answered honestly: "I love it very much."

The atmosphere around the boy visibly changed.Even if he received such euphemistic and eclectic praise, as long as he has a little relationship with him, his heart will tremble with joy.

Huan Xiubai pretended to mention it casually, "...It's really cold. Are you going to stay here today?"

"Well, I will accompany you."

The young man slowly moved over, approaching little by little, inch by inch, boldly sat down next to him, and whispered: "I'm in heat... my body temperature is high, you won't be cold when you lean against me."

The trembling voice was obviously shy.

He wanted me to stay and get close to me, so he volunteered his body temperature, even though I was an adult alpha.

Simo took off his coat and covered him and himself in it.

Just like what Huan Xiubai has done countless times.

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ah!I was caught by the boy Huanmeng, hehehehehehehehehe is so cute!

And this beauty after marriage? ?ah? ?what's the matter with youThe first time you come up, you untie the hair rope, and the pheromones are fully activated. What do you want to do? ?This, this, this is too woo woo woo, so seductive and sullen! ! !No more poke me (rolling and flapping fish fins on the beach)

———————感谢在2020-02-2311:30:15~2020-02-2407:17:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 2 liqueur jams;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Chitron; 18 bottles of Layer Creek; 1 bottle of Linjiangxian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!