recovery reaction ABO

As soon as Lin Cha got into the co-pilot Yan Minglu smelled alcohol on him.Yan Minglu also drinks, but he drinks good wine, the kind that pays attention to the place and year of the raw material.Lin Cha smelled of cheap beer, which Yan Minglu couldn't get used to.

Lin Cha is an old cadre's style, he doesn't stay up late and doesn't touch high-end food, Yan Minglu didn't expect him to drink too much.

The car door was slowly closed, Lin Cha fell on the seat, his mind gradually became sluggish due to the smell of alcohol, his eyes were fixed on Yan Minglu but without focus, his form was absent.

Yan Minglv asked him how much he drank.Not much, if Lin Cha's memory hadn't been tampered with by alcohol, it would have been just a bottle of beer.

Yan Minglu drove the car into the deserted road in the middle of the night, at a very slow speed, fearing that the waves of traffic would make Lin Cha's alcohol-filled stomach feel uncomfortable.He originally planned to take Lin Cha to have some late-night desserts, but Lin Cha's half-drunk appearance was insulated from eating and drinking, and even Yan Minglu was worried about letting him stay at home alone.

In fact, Lin Cha was not very drunk at the beginning, but because of the twists and turns of the journey, he became more and more drunk.

Yan Minglu drove steadily, and the car became a boat, floating and sinking in the waves.Lin Cha squinted her eyes outside the window. It turned out that it wasn't a wave of light, it was just a flashing street light.He was dazed wondering where he was going, and who was the person next to him.

He thought he was only thinking about it in his heart, but when the tall man beside him answered him one by one, he realized that he had asked the question out of his mouth.

"Go to my house," he said, "I'm Yan Mingli."

Strict law.

The three words floated in my mind, and I had some vague impressions.Lin Cha felt inexplicably at ease, he adjusted a comfortable posture, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

He fell asleep, and his bodily functions were completely out of control.Fortunately, Yan Minglu didn't smell the smell until he drove into his garage.

At first they were strands, and then they interweaved into a huge net, enveloping Yan Minglu in all directions.The strong aroma of tea swirled around the tip of his nose and sneaked into his breath.This person's pheromone leaked.

Yan Minglu's body suddenly gathered together, and he remembered the news he heard this afternoon.

The latest survey by the Government’s Crime Prevention Bureau shows that social crime cases caused by pheromone leakage have been increasing year after year...

Pheromone is a flammable fuse, which can be ignited even when drunk, and the rationality is blown to pieces, leaving only the primitive impulse.

Yan Minglu immediately slammed the car door.Lin Cha was so drunk that he raised his eyelids in confusion when he heard the loud noise.

He was still drunk, not slowing down.The alarm bell rang one after another in the backpack, covering the sound of the backpack.He shook his eyelashes, but remained motionless, like a portrait carved from white jade.

Yan Minglu patted on the car door like a robber blocking the way, and patted back some of his soul.

Lin Cha looked at Yan Minglu's tall figure through the window glass, his two clear pupils were misty, and he was in a daze.

Yan Minglu pointed to his mobile phone, signaling him to listen to the call.

"Put the pheromone away." After the connection, an order came out at the beginning, and the whole sentence passed by his ears. Lin Cha struggled to understand the key word of the message: pheromone.

Leaked?

Lin Cha sat in the car blankly, waiting for the air conditioner to blow out the tea fragrance in the small space bit by bit.

Yan Minglu was no longer by the car, and when Lin Cha entered the living room, he saw that the door of his room was closed.

Lin Cha's eyelids were heavy, and she had a little respect for Yan Minglv in her heart.In the current situation, it was all due to his own mistakes. Even if Yan Minglv took advantage of others, Lin Cha couldn't blame him afterwards, but he still choked his desire to death.

The air conditioner in Yan's house was turned on very low, Lin Cha shivered, and lay down on the sofa half asleep, half asleep. With this little respect for Yan Minglv, he slept with his hands and feet curled up, like a boy who was sacrificed in ancient times, and finally ended up at his mercy .

When he woke up, he found that there were waves swaying and swaying, as if he was really thrown into the river. When he finally opened his eyes under the light, Yan Minglv had put him from his arms to the bed.

There were no waves, but he felt that the way Yan Minglu looked down at him from above was indeed like a god asking for sacrifices.Lin Cha's brain was dulled by the alcohol, and she became in awe in ignorance, and took a cute gesture: "I'm sorry..."

"Will you still drink in the future?"

"I didn't know I was going to be like this," he answered irrelevantly, "Am I going to sleep here tonight?"

"Could you sleep on my bed?"

Lin Cha suddenly took off his pants.

His trousers were elasticated at the waist, and they came off as soon as they were pulled. They were taken off very quickly, and Yan Minglu had no time to stop them.

After Lin Cha took off his trousers, he folded his arms and raised the hem of his clothes. He was used to buying one size bigger, but even so, the neckline was stuck at the neck, and he had to struggle hard to get it out.He strained his arms, bent his back, and twisted his waist suddenly.

Yan Minglu is a waist control, which he discovered in Lin Cha, so this waist control can be further precisely defined as he is Lin Cha's waist control.

The line of the waist extends from the armpits, undulating, and the curve that is at the same level as the navel is just narrow enough to allow people to pinch their hands in.

In fact, Yan Minglu went back to the room to take the inhibitory medicine, and it took only 10 minutes for the medicine to lose its effect.

Even that night, Lin Cha didn't take himself off so cleanly. Now his clothing coverage is only [-]%, and the last piece of cloth covering his body is his underpants.He put his hand into a gap propped up by the anterior superior iliac spine.

Yan Ming Lvben was holding his breath, and finally came back to his senses at this moment, locked Lin Cha's wrist, and asked him in a low voice what he was doing.

"Take a shower."

"Then what are you taking off in front of me?"

"Oh." Lin Cha regained consciousness again, "Then I'll put it back on."

"...you take off and take a shower?"

Lin Cha stepped on the light and heavy footsteps when he was drunk, and groped for the direction of the bathroom with his arms stretched out. Everything he could touch was his crutches. He supported the bed, the standing lamp, and the door frame, Stumbled all the way, finally he got Yan Minglv's hand.

Yan Minglu's arm wrapped around his shoulders, straightening him up like a carrot, "How can you be so drunk with just a can of beer?"

"It seems that there is more than one can." Lin Cha thought hard, "Two cans, right? Do you have three cans..."

Yan Minglu kicked down the toilet lid, settled the person on it, and turned to test the water temperature, thinking that the child he picked up at the age of 30 even had to take a bath.

He couldn't really give him a bath, so he took out a brand new towel from the bathroom cabinet, wrung hot water and wiped him.

Lin Cha's skin is really a godsend, with small pores and no acne during adolescence.Yan Minglu doesn't need to distinguish the seriousness when he strikes, it's okay to rub his five sense organs together.

Lin Cha, who was drunk, was very obedient, as if he was still thinking about how much he drank, his eyes were full of thoughts and puzzles, he sat awkwardly like a marionette, moving according to the movements of Yan Minglu.

Yan Minglu raised his arm and wiped his elbow carefully, then his back, and finally his chest and abdomen.

Yan Minglu stuffed the towel into Lin Cha's hand: "Wipe it yourself, wipe it clean."

Lin Cha clutched the towel dryly in his hand, and sat for a while, then suddenly said out of tune: "I understand."

"what?"

"The leak of pheromone is because of you, not because of the wine, but also because of the wine, because you are wine."

Yan Minglu feels that he shouldn't talk to someone who is so drunk that he can't even count how much he has drunk.

Lin Cha started singing again, rubbing her body while singing: "You got me drunk, I love you so much I can't take it back."

His singing is just the right kind of nice, thick one is too deep, thin one is too sharp, just the right tone of a teenager.Yan Minglu looked down at his hair twirling, and there was a small but urgent vortex in his chest.

Hearing his silence, Lin Cha thought he didn't understand, so she took the initiative to decipher it for him: "Because your pheromone is strong wine."

Yan Minglu moved his lips slowly: "How do you know?"

After he was drunk, he was astonishingly frank, telling everyone about everything: "The night I lied to you to do something bad, you were in heat, and then left the pheromone smell in my pillow."

Then he raised his head and smiled at Yan Minglu, with a small dimple on his cheek and finely lined teeth.

"As soon as I smell it... I want to do that with you," he said.