New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

His gaze was fixed on you, who was lying on the bedside.

In his field of vision, you are really tired, you are not good to rest after staying here for too long, your eyes are now faintly blue.

"So you are here."

For some unknown reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, that dream wasn't real... because he also remembered, you didn't respond to the words you said when you were dominated by pheromones, but all of a sudden he felt a pain in the back of his neck and passed out.

After lying on the bed for too long, he wanted to get out of bed to stretch his muscles a little, and by the way, he brought you the coat hanging on the chair next to the end of the bed to put on.He would never be able to do these things if he just lay in bed.

But as soon as he lifted the quilt, he regretted it.

After only a little movement, he found something sticky between his tummy.

There are also stained... wet sheets, and a slightly fishy smell that spreads into the air.

Of course Peter knew what it was.

Peter quickly put the quilt back on.Trying to pretend like nothing happened, sat upright on the bed.

It's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance how unnatural his appearance is.

Normally, at most, I would blush quietly and wash the sheets and clothes before Aunt Mei found out (she never found out), but it is obviously not possible in the hospital now, besides——you are next to me.

And, right on the edge of the bed.

Peter secretly rejoiced in his heart that it was the time of transition from autumn to winter, and the quilt was thicker, so he shouldn't be able to feel it.

Otherwise it would be doubly embarrassing.

His hands clenched and then released, his heart beating like a drum.Oh my god, it was such a big challenge for him as soon as he woke up, it would be better to let him continue to sleep.

Just when he was thinking hard about how to deal with the current situation, you woke up unexpectedly.

You sat up, touched the side of your neck, and rubbed your eyes before really looking at Peter.

The teenager trembled a little because of your gaze.

"Morning, good morning, Yiri." The young man stammered, looking totally busy.

You don't know why, your eyes hovered in the air, and finally fell on his pair of hands that were placed on the quilt neatly.

Although I can't say anything special about it, it's still... I just don't know why it feels weird.

Your intuition tells you that Peter must be hiding something from you.

But when you think about that unfulfilled invitation, you have mixed feelings.

Could it be that Peter was secretly angry about this matter, or felt sad?

To cover up your embarrassment, you also said good morning to him, then turned your head to look at the open door.After staring at him for a while, you looked at him again and said, "Are you hungry? Let me buy you breakfast."

Peter was wondering what to do with the sheets, when you made such an offer, he agreed almost immediately.After agreeing, I felt that the action just now seemed a bit inappropriate, "Well... Anyway, thank you, Yiri."

"It's okay, we are friends, no need to say thank you." You moved the chair and stood up.It seems that he doesn't know what to say, so he keeps looking at your back.It wasn't until you walked to the door that he asked as if waking up from a dream, "Hey, you didn't take my phone."

Without pausing for a moment, you said it's okay, I have money, and walked out of the ward.

You glanced at the elevator entrance, logically speaking, there shouldn't be many people in this time period, but at this moment, there are many people in front of you.

With no other choice, you have to go up the stairs.

The last time you were hunted down in a stairwell in a mansion, you were already terrified of the silent staircase to some extent.You are wearing earphones, while tangling the earphone cable while staring at the stairs, occasionally lowering your eyelashes to cover your hesitant eyes.Just when you were thinking about whether to continue to wait for the overcrowded elevator, suddenly a tall, blond-haired man walked past you and entered the stairs.

Only then did you make up your mind to go in.There's nothing scary about stairwells, you just don't want to be alone.

With this attitude, you also enter the stairwell.

The ward where Peter lives is on the eighth floor of the complex... In short, it is also a floor number that is difficult for you to climb up and down.You turn on your phone and start playing music, hoping that the music will drive away the inexplicable thoughts that have been pressing on your mind.

In the early morning, there were not many people who climbed such a high floor, and they met no one along the way, so every time you go down the stairs, you will catch a glimpse of the corner of the person's gray suit at the corner of the next staircase.

I don't know why he came to the hospital... The suit is well fitted, and he feels like the boss of some company.

The only regret is that I didn't see his face.

After seeing you gone, the boy quickly got up from the bed, searched around and found that Aunt Mei had brought him a change of clothes, so he ran to the bathroom to change.In fact, the hospitalization this time was not because of any deep wounds on the body, but because of pheromone disorder... Could it be that Aunt Mei had already foreseen this situation and sent the clothes directly?

Peter didn't dare to think about it any further.

After he came out, he rang the bell to call the service staff, and removed the sheets.The other party seemed to be accustomed to this situation, so he walked away without saying a word.

That's good too, so as not to embarrass him.

Still, that dream was so real.

Young boys are always full of vigor, and it is reasonable to be lustful.Besides, he has always liked you.

The more I think about it, the more I feel guilty.

Wherever the hand touches, it seems that there are endless desire fires being ignited.Then, let you show for the first time, the watery and soft eyes that only he can have.

He blushed.

The boy shook his head, trying hard to get these colorful thoughts out of his mind.