When a weak bamboo horse differentiates into the strongest A

Zhong Chuchu's embrace was too hot, even with the coolness of mint on his body, Luo Xing really couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only ruthlessly push him away.

Suddenly losing Luo Xing's chest became empty, Zhong Chu's back was pressed against the wall, and his temples were drenched with sweat.

"I thought you weren't too hot." Luo Xing complained, gasping for heat.

The moment he left Zhong Chuchu, he fell into a wave of Alpha pheromone again. Although the concentration had become very low at this time, he could still feel it clearly.

It was a strange mint smell full of oppression and aggression. After smelling it, I inexplicably wanted to take another sip. It seemed to be different from the Alpha pheromones he had come into contact with before...

Thinking of this, Luo Xing suddenly looked at Zhong Chuu thoughtfully.

Under the light, Luo Xing's eyes were burning, and Zhong Chuu was staring at him so guiltyly that he was about to stand up on the floor.

Luo Xing suddenly shouted: "Don't move!"

Zhong Chuchu's back stiffened, but he still didn't dare to stand up in the end.

Luo Xing sneaked closer, and the tip of his nose touched Zhong Chuchu's skin.

The mint smell on his body was very light, but it was the kind Luo Xing was most familiar with, and it was completely different from the pheromones diffused in the air except for the smell.

Zhong Chuchu looked at Luo Xing who was lying on his body without any scruples, and for a moment, he really wanted to tell him that he was an Alpha.

But he held back, he still didn't have enough confidence and courage to take the risk he was most afraid of, even if Luo Xing would know it sooner or later.

Maybe Luo Xing never imagined in his life that his brother would be so cowardly at times.

In a place where Luo Xing could not see, Zhong Chuchu had a self-deprecating expression on his face.

Luo Xing smelled Zhong Chuchu inch by inch, not letting go of even the strands of his hair. After careful inspection, he was sure that there was nothing unusual about Zhong Chuchu, so he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

But he still didn't let Zhong Chuchu go: "Be honest, why did you lock the door just now?"

Zhong Chu said: "There is no reason."

Luo Xing puffed up his cheeks: "You are lying, are you hiding something from me again!"

Zhong Chuchu and the furious Luo Xing looked at each other for three seconds, then suddenly leaned against the wall in a drowsy state, closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Luo Xing: "..."

He had a hunch that his brother was pretending to be dead on purpose.

But he has no proof.

So we can only get people to bed first.

Zhong Chuchu looked well-proportioned, but his whole body was full of tight muscles, and he had a big frame. He was suddenly pressed on Luo Xing's back, which almost made him lose his breath.

In fact, Luo Xing's strength is not small at all. He used to go to the hospital three miles away with Zhong Chuchu on his back when he couldn't wait for the car in the middle of the night.

But today, for some reason, his whole body was limp from the moment he entered the door.

After a lot of effort, Luo Xing finally got him onto the bed.

He was so hot that he put his hips on the window and blew the wind for a long time, and suddenly realized that it was wrong. Before he left, he was afraid that Zhong Chuan would catch a cold, so he obviously closed the doors and windows tightly.

"Damn, Zhong Chuan, you are too disobedient."

As he spoke, he glared at the person lying on the bed, winked at that handsome pale face and made a big grimace to vent his anger.

After closing the window again, Luo Xing fed Zhong Chuu some medicine, and brought a basin of water over to wipe his sweat to cool him down after feeding him.

While wiping, he muttered: "That's you, where else can I find such a good buddy? You're just keeping a little secret with me, you have no conscience."

Zhong Chuan fell ill, Luo Xing never dared to be sloppy, he kept busy working until midnight, Zhong Chu's fever finally subsided.

He couldn't bear the drowsiness, and before he could go to bed, he fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhong Chuchu was the first to wake up. He briefly adjusted to the skylight outside the window, then turned his head to see Luo Xing sleeping soundly beside him.

He was just about to get up and hug Luo Xing to the bed, but when he moved Luo Xing woke up.

"Brother, how do you feel? Are you still burning? Does your headache hurt? Is your throat dry? Do you want to sleep more?"

Luo Xing had two stunned hairs on the top of his head, he hadn't fully woken up yet, and his mouth had already started to care about his brother.

Luo Xing's eyes were originally round, and when he looked at people without moving, he always looked a little innocent, but at this time due to his sleeping position, a smear of crimson appeared at the end of his eyes, like a newborn peach petal , hooked Zhong Chuchu's heart hard.

Zhong Chuchu sat up, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, moved his eyes and said, "I'm fine."

In the process of taming S-level pheromones, some minor illnesses are unavoidable, and as an S-level Alpha, his physical strength and resilience are also quite amazing.

After one night, Zhong Chuan didn't feel even the slightest bit of discomfort.

But Luo Xing didn't know, he still regarded Zhong Chuchu as a fragile patient who urgently needed his care.

"Brother, if you're not sleepy, stay in the room and rest. I'll go down for you. Do you want to add a poached egg?"

Seeing Luo Xing's shining gaze, Zhong Chu leaned back on the bed, determined to put aside his recovery and enjoy the exclusive service Luo Xing gave him first.

"Well, let's be heartbroken."

Two 10 minutes later.

"The delicious soft-boiled egg noodles are here!!"

Luo Xing ran into the bedroom as if his butt was on fire, put the noodle bowl heavily on the table, and immediately pinched his ears: "I'm scalding to death, scalding to death—"

Before he could finish howling, he was cut off by Zhong Chuchu's eyes.

Zhong Chuchu had already got out of bed to wash up, and was standing beside Luoxing's desk in unlined clothes, holding the pen that Ling Qi gave him a few months ago.

"What, what's wrong?"

Zhong Chuming looked normal, but Luo Xing's heart was pounding, as if he had been caught for doing something bad.

"The box of chocolates yesterday was your return gift to him?"

Zhong Chuchu asked as casually as possible, but still couldn't hide the gloom in his eyes.

Luo Xing had a hellish expression: "No way, you don't think I gave you that kind of thing, do you?"

Zhong Chu's eyebrows twitched: "Who gave it to you?"

"Our class Su Yue, her confession gift." Luo Xing said, his face turned pale, "Think about it, is it my Luo Xing's style to give people snacks and love letters?"

What kind of virtue Luo Xing is, Zhong Chuan knows better than anyone else, and all the literary and artistic things in the world have nothing to do with him.

But Zhong Chuchu still couldn't be sure, because Baobuqi Luoxing suddenly changed when he first fell in love.

But fortunately, Luo Xing, a provocative and unaware guy, hasn't enlightened anyone yet, it's just Ling Qi's unilateral conspiracy.

Seeing that Zhong Chuan stopped talking, Luo Xing finally reached the moral high ground smoothly.

He approached Zhong Chuchu step by step, and finally stood close to Zhong Chuchu, with his face raised high.

"Zhong Chuu, Zhong Chuu, we have been in a relationship for eight years, you blamed me for not knowing you well before, now it's my turn to blame you!"

With great difficulty, Luo Xing grabbed Zhong Chuchu's braid, and his chin almost hit Zhong Chuchu's face.

Zhong Chuchu looked down at the young face with teeth and claws in front of him, and there was a terrible turmoil in his heart, and something was about to come out.

He laughed twice, then ruffled Luo Xing's hair: "Okay, it's all my fault."