After being temporarily marked by the top stream

Chi Mo didn't understand what evil he had done to be reduced to this point.

His work and rest has always been normal, and usually, he goes to bed no later than 12 o'clock.But it is already 2 o'clock in the morning, but he is still guarding the washing machine, watching his quilt cover being cleaned in circles, and yawning from sleepiness.

Before returning to the room, Gong Yihang asked him specifically: "Let it wash, you come and make do with me for one night."

Chi Mo's answer is of course: "No!"

Speak forcefully!Loudly!Very backbone!

However, it is indeed a good thing to have a backbone, but the price of having a backbone can only be borne by oneself.

In fact, I have washed it two or three times, and I can still smell the fragrance of pheromones when I smell it carefully.

Unless his room has been locked and no one is allowed to enter, otherwise, this will become a time bomb, which is too dangerous.

After washing it again, Chi Mo's eyes could hardly be opened.

When he finally washed it and stuffed the quilt into the dryer, he was already in a state of "sleepwalking".

I really can't stand it anymore, so I can only take advantage of the drying time and roll to the sofa to take a nap.

Chi Mo's energy and physical strength are indeed beyond the load today. As soon as his head touches the edge of the sofa, his consciousness keeps falling, and soon... unconsciousness.

Yes, delirious.

If not, it would be difficult for Chi Mo to find a reasonable explanation for himself...why would he have such a dream...

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Breathe, Chi Mo tried his best to breathe.

Just like before the injection of the inhibitor, he was in the torment of the fever period, and he clearly felt the high temperature on his body.

He was surrounded by clutter, and the scene was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.Looking up, I felt that the environment farther away seemed to be shrouded in a mist, and it was so misty that I couldn't see clearly.

Chi Mo tried to raise his hand, but with a slight movement, the soreness came continuously, making his scalp numb.

What is the situation?He was very puzzled.

He didn't even know if he had been to this place before, if not, then this should be a dream.

Chi Mo could vaguely realize that he was dreaming.

After thinking about it, maybe I was too tired today, and even when I fell into a dream, my physical exhaustion continued.

There was a "click", as if the door was locked.

Chi Mo looked over, and a tall figure came into his sight.

He couldn't quite see who this person was, but felt...he seemed to know him.

The man was wearing a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, and he had some sequined hairspray in his hair.

This kind of attire was obviously used for performances, and that person should have just stepped off the stage, and he might have danced, so a strong hormone was released all over his body.

Chi Mo blinked, always feeling that this person's temperament was extremely familiar.I wanted to make a noise to make him notice me, but before I could speak, I saw the man take off the black leather jacket, revealing the loose white T inside.

The man seemed a little tired, panting slightly, raised his head and poured the water in the mineral water bottle into his mouth.

He kept swallowing down, the protruding Adam's apple rolled, and the accidentally spilled water mixed with sweat slid over it and flowed into the depths of his collar.

After taking a few sips, the man casually wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Then he poured the rest of the water over his head and shook the wet ends of his hair.His bony hands stroked his hair back, revealing a sculpted side face clearly.

Now Chi Mo saw clearly.

The person who came was Gong Yihang.

But the Gong Yihang in the dream is not the same as the Gong Yihang that Chi Mo is familiar with.

After a brief rest, Gong Yihang began to slowly remove the metal decorations around his neck and wrists.Then, he stopped, sniffed around, showed a slightly surprised expression after confirming something, and looked in the direction of Chi Mo.

Chi Mo blinked slowly, and he saw Gong Yihang walking towards him suspiciously.

With every step he took, his frown deepened.

Until he completely stood still in front of Chi Mo, he lowered his eyelashes to look at him, his pupils trembling.

Time seemed to be frozen at this second, and he opened his mouth, as if considering his words.

After several seconds, Chi Mo heard his voice.

"Fever period?" he asked dryly.

Chi Mo noticed that he was looking up and down at himself while talking, his eyes full of inquiry.

Seeing that Chi Mo didn't speak, Gong Yihang asked again: "Can't move?"

It's not that Chi Mo doesn't want to respond, but that he is in a dream and can't help himself.

His perspective suddenly became a little strange, as if his soul had left his body, watching him confront Gong Yihang like a third person.

He saw himself lying in the middle of a pile of sundries, his eyes blurred, as if out of focus.

He saw himself tremblingly raising a hand to Gong Yihang, and grasping it vainly, as if he wanted to grab Gong Yihang's hand.

Then, he saw himself looking at Gong Yihang with almost begging eyes.

He heard himself say in a hoarse voice, "Help me."

Almost instantly, Gong Yihang frowned, and there was a chill in his eyes.

"How can I help?" Gong Yihang asked.

Chi Mo clenched his lower lip in confusion.

Gong Yihang laughed: "I don't have such things as inhibitors."

Chi Mo saw that the body of the person lying on him trembled slightly, and it took a while before he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Can you…temporarily mark me?" he asked.

Afraid of Gong Yihang's refusal, he hastily added: "Are you an Alpha? Please... mark me temporarily..."

"Temporary mark?" Gong Yihang's tone was tinged with disbelief: "Just find someone to make a temporary mark during the fever period?"

He seemed to be asking questions, not insulting or even teasing.

But Chi Mo still saw himself in a trance biting his lower lip until he bled after hearing these words, and then glared at Gong Yihang with embarrassing eyes.

Because of this look, Gong Yihang fell silent.

He didn't ask any more questions, but he didn't seem to accept it.

He just quietly looked at Chi Mo, who was in pain, without saying a word.

The time in the dream cannot be measured by the standard of reality.

After Chi Mo didn't know how long, a dazzling white light lit up in front of his eyes.

When his vision was clear again, he saw Gong Yihang pressing his wrist with one hand, and pressing his shoulder blade with the other hand, fixing him firmly under his body.

In the blink of an eye again, he seemed to have returned to his own body, his chest ached against the hard floor.

He heard Gong Yihang's voice coming from behind him, as close as it was against his ear.

"It's what you asked for," he said.

As soon as the words fell, the canine teeth stabbed.

The pain in the back of the neck became extremely obvious, and it came from the twitching glands bitten by Gong Yihang.

Chi Mo's consciousness began to get confused again, and he vaguely smelled a scent of mint.

Raging, lingering, just like the mints named 'Midnight Storm' that I once ate.

Pain is accompanied by bliss, and sinking is accompanied by fear.

Under the restraint of Gong Yihang, Chi Mo gradually forgot to struggle.

It's just that the consciousness drifts farther and farther, as if passing through layer upon layer of tunnels returning from dreams to reality.