Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Along the way, whenever Song Qing thought that Shen Yuguan was going to pounce on him like a hungry wolf, Shen Yuguan would regain his sanity and stumble away from him.

Shen Yuguan overturned reason in madness, and reason lingered in the cracks.

In just ten minutes' journey, Song Qing seemed to have passed a year and a half. He finally brought Shenyu Temple to the guest room at the end of the second floor under the eyes of many people.

He was sweating profusely, and the sweat oozed from the palms of his hands as he held the doorknob greasy.

A servant came to meet him, he quickly opened the door, unknowingly generated strength from there, grabbed Shen Yuguan's clothes and pushed them in, turned around and closed the door, panting.

Shen Yuguan staggered to hold on to the edge of the wall, his breath getting heavier and heavier, and the surging pheromones were constantly inducing him. There was only one thought in his mind, grab Song Qing, fuck him, and mark him to fuse him.

Shen Yuguan was in a trance, and Song Qing's figure turned into countless small people dancing, getting closer and closer to him, he waved his arms wildly, and growled, "Get out!"

do you really want me to go?don't you want meA low panting soft voice sounded in his ear, breathing directly into his cochlea.

"roll!"

"Don't go"

"Go away!"

"come over!"

Shen Yuguan is like a schizophrenic patient, half driving Song Qing away, half yearning for Song Qing.

Song Qing clung to the door of the house in panic, hesitating whether to go forward.

He watched Shen Yuguan knelt down on the ground in pain, his meticulously ironed shirt was covered with creases, his eyes were red, his fingertips unconsciously pressed against the floor, and the fiery breath could easily burn him from such a distance.

This look is exactly the same as when he couldn't get rid of the febrile period, crying and begging hoarsely.

Song Qing couldn't help but wryly smiled, and murmured, "Retribution."

What a retribution.

Song Qing wanted to leave, but invisible shackles bound his feet, and he couldn't move.

He is well aware of the despair of not being able to get the other half of the pheromone during the fever period. He couldn't see Shen Yu in pain, but he walked away without looking back, leaving him in this empty room, asking for nothing. plead.

He has already decided not to love, but this person still holds his lifeline, even if he touches it, he will be smashed to pieces.

It's like pulling one hair and moving the whole body, Shen Yu will hurt one thousand, and he will also hurt himself eight hundred.

Song Qing sighed, as if she disliked her worthlessness, turned around and locked the door, swallowed her saliva, took a heroic step forward, moved carefully, whispered softly, "Sir...I...it hurts..."

His voice pierced into Shen Yuguan's head with great precision like a steel needle, the severe pain went straight to the top of the head, the pheromone rushed out frantically, the air in the chest was compressed and stagnated, unable to breathe out or inhale.

Song Qing, who walked over cautiously, was a large oxygen tank.

His eyes shone with the light of a beast, and Song Qing was almost stopped by the ferocious gaze. He took a deep breath, raised his hand and unbuttoned his sweaty shirt, and his white and thin body was printed so abruptly. In Shen Yuguan's eyes, it was as if a plate of fragrant bone rice was placed in front of a wild dog that had been hungry for ten and a half months. Song Qing clearly noticed that Shen Yuguan's breathing became heavier.

"So, please take it easy."

He gritted his teeth and tore off the pheromone suppression sticker. In an instant, there was an unbearable pain. Thousands of needles pierced through his limbs. His hands and feet suddenly became weak, and he staggered in front of Shen Yuguan, groaning in his throat. With a painful groan, he took a deep breath, Shen Yuguan's face was close at hand, and he saw a bloodstain on Shen Yuguan's lip bitten by himself, and the blood dripped down on the side of his face.

Song Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out her hand to press Shen Yuguan's lips, so that he couldn't continue to bite herself, but Shen Yuguan's bite was so tight that Song Qing could only reluctantly coax, "Let go, sir."

Shen Yuguan's crazy expression didn't change at all, but he understood Song Qing's words, and he loosened his teeth stiffly.

Song Qing withdrew her hand, bleeding from her neck, and moved to Shen Yuguan's mouth, like a roasted duck delivered to the door by herself.

As expected, Shen Yuguan was instantly attracted, his eyes briefly flashed a hint of disbelief, and in an instant he was filled with longing again. He couldn't hold back, and bit down hard. The fragrant pheromone was like nectar, which saved his life. A traveler dying of thirst.

The next process is undoubtedly a torture, and Shen Yuguan who is out of control is no different from a beast in heat.

The blood from the gland wound stopped and was torn again, and the cycle went on and on again, and the aroma of apples was entwined with the fragrance of orange blossoms, so thick and dense that it made you feel greasy.

The cold floor, the hot body, intertwined and blended together.

At the end of the torture, Song Qing almost lost consciousness, her throat was hoarse and smoking, her whole body fell apart, and she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

However, Shen Yuguan woke up. Under the moonlight, Song Qing was ravaged miserably. Bite marks and bloodstains were all over his fair body. The moment Shen Yu saw it clearly, his face suddenly turned from a flushed face to a blue-white one. , obscure and ugly.

Song Qing seemed to see guilt on Shen Yuguan's face, but his eyelids were clenched, and the pain covered him along with the drowsiness. He couldn't be sure if it was guilt until he lost consciousness.

[The author has something to say]: The crematorium is almost here!Grandpa is tired!Wait until this little prince wakes up!He can choose the cemetery!