Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan's lips stuck to the tips of his ears, and the fluff stuck to the corners of his mouth, making it itchy to scratch.

He asked vaguely in a low voice, "What are you blowing on?"

"That's it, you're so stupid." Duan Wuxin glanced at him in disgust, and exhaled at him.

The tip of his nose was full of the smell of alcohol, he gritted his teeth and pinched his flicking tongue: "I told you, don't drink, why are you disobedient."

"Didn't you hug me to sleep that night? You breathed on me, and I changed."

Duan Wuxin anxiously rubbed his ear against him, urging him like a duck on the shelves: "Hurry up."

"Why haven't you given up yet? I told you, it's not that simple."

Ling Junhan sighed, rubbed the tiger's head with his hands down, trying to drag him off his body.

The little white tiger ignored him, and hugged him stubbornly, clasping his paws tightly.

"Don't make trouble, go to sleep." Ling Junhan coaxed softly.

He was also a little tired after socializing with a group of people.

But the little thing in his arms was disobedient, moving around and full of energy.

He had a premonition that tonight would be another difficult night.

Duan Wuxin looked up at him, his eyes were bright, as if he saw the savior: "How will you know if you don't try."

There was nothing he could do about it, Ling Junhan could only lower his head, and blew softly against his ear.

He thought to himself, he really thought he was a fairy, and he could change into a human being with just a breath.

The hot breath burned on the skin, Duan Wuxin shook his ears, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his back.

If you want to change a person, you have to cross the catastrophe.

He resisted not hiding, his expression wrinkled into a ball, almost as if he was going to die heroically.

There was still no response, so he grabbed the man's arm, suggesting that he should increase his strength.

In the next second, I felt my teeth biting the tip of my ear and twisting it gently.

The little white tiger wagged its tail, that's really good, it's all right.

It was still snowing heavily tonight, and it was very cold, so he shrank a little more into the man's arms.

It was really itchy, Duan Wuxin turned his head and panted slightly, feeling his heart beating rapidly.

He has no bottom line, and is still desperately seductive, stretching his neck over: "Try biting here again."

Ling Junhan: "..."

You're really asking for too much fancy.

But as soon as the eyes touched, the toughness was removed.

Can't refuse Duan Wuxin's request, always soft-hearted.

He reluctantly opened his mouth to do so, and pressed his lips to his neck.

One mouthful, one mouthful of hair.

At this moment, the little white tiger's heartbeat seemed to have reached a certain threshold, jumped to a certain frequency, and suddenly stopped for a second.

The brain's thoughts seemed to be pressed to pause, and all perceptions began to change.

Tongue pressed against the palate, feeling the barb disappearing quickly.

"Changed?" Duan Wuxin turned around and found that the tail was still there, shaking it uncontrollably.

But the short tiger claws supporting his chest instantly turned into those slender hands.

The white knuckles pressed against the wheat-colored chest, and the contrast was obvious.

Duan Wuxin was jumping for joy, with a hint of puzzlement.

Ling Junhan looked down at the boy in his arms, lying naked on his chest, his shirt was scratched and wrinkled.

The expression was a little surprised, but also doubtful.

He outlines Duan Wuxin with his eyes, that beautiful face is haunting and impeccable.

It's just that there is a pair of tiger ears on the head, standing upright, very cute.

"Why did it only change in half?" He pinched his ears, a little puzzled.

Duan Wuxin shook his tail, then fell into deep thought.

Now, is it a human or a tiger?

He touched his still-existing ear, struggling.

After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand to hook Ling Junhan's neck, and moved his neck closer to him, "Maybe it's not enough, come again."

He was dizzy from the alcohol, and he couldn't remember the last time he didn't bite his neck at all.

All I can think about is that I'm still near the door.

"Don't torture me." Ling Junhan hoarsely begged for mercy.

The cold was not completely healed, and he didn't want to take another cold shower.

It's just that the young man was unsuspecting, his calf hooked him, and he tried his best to get close to him.

He hugged tightly reflexively, wrapped his hands around that waist, and breathed faster uncontrollably.

The juvenile is different from the white tiger, and the attraction he brings is deadly enough.

But now the instigator is still approaching him without knowing the danger, without knowing whether he is dead or alive.

A swaying tiger tail was wrapped around the fingertips, and wrapped around the ring finger, as if wearing a furry wedding ring.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he complied with his wish and grabbed the neck again.

The sharp teeth bit the delicate skin, bit by bit it turned into a deep bite.

The touch at this moment is completely different from just now, delicate and smooth, and you can even feel the temperature of your lips.

On the big bed on the back of the dark blue, the figures overlapped, like mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

The boy was pressed deeper into his arms, skin to skin.

Like a burning fire, his body was burned up.

Duan Wuxin opened his mouth, gasped uncontrollably, and became hot all over.

The heart is very contradictory, want to resist, but also want to approach.

In the end, he did nothing, but pinched the man's arm with his fingertips, leaving deep finger marks.

Ling Junhan suppressed the remaining reason and let him go.

He suppressed his panting, and decided to educate the children, "Don't just crawl on the bed to kiss or hug you, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

"Oh, I know, you're in heat again." Duan Wuxin has always been straightforward, and poked his chest with his hand, "We cats all have heat, why don't you tell the time."

This person is really easy to lose his mind and can't manage himself.

Ling Junhan pinched the center of his eyebrows, it was difficult to communicate across species.

He wanted to divide the time and occasion, but his body didn't allow it.

When he was about to say something more, the boy in his arms disappeared unexpectedly, and turned back into a limp little white tiger again.

It was only 5 minutes before and after, and the time was so short that it really seemed to be hallucinations.

This time it's good, there's no time to do anything, just fight back to the original shape.

Duan Wuxin was angry and annoyed, patting the bed sheet, the tiger's claws were almost scratched by the sheet.

"Is it because I didn't have enough time to bite, no, I didn't drink enough wine." He jumped off the bed and said with high spirits, "I'll drink two more bottles."

Ling Junhan's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly grabbed his tail to stop the nonsense, "Do you want to be sent for gastric lavage?"

The little white tiger looked aggrieved: "I just want to change back."

What bad intentions does he have? He just wants to become a lucky boy.

Duan Wuxin stretched out his claws to scratch him, and discussed, "Just try again."

"I think it might have something to do with body hormones. You don't have to drink, there are other ways." Ling Junhan patted the bed and coaxed him back: "I urged Meng Yusen, don't worry, there will definitely be results."

The plan was interrupted, Duan Wuxin squatted on the spot, pouted, "I won't sleep with you, you will eat my tofu."

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows. He has grown up after finishing the education, and he knows how to defend himself.

He smiled helplessly: "I'm sure you won't be able to change back for a while, what can I do to a little tiger?"

It's really not that easy to change a person. After a night of tossing, it only took 5 minutes to change.

Duan Wuxin thought it made sense, and jumped back on the bed with a defensive face.

However, since this person has a criminal record, he must take precautions before it happens.

He erected the quilt into a small strip, placed it horizontally in the middle of the big bed, and warned solemnly: "This is the dividing line, you are not allowed to come close at night."

"You really are..." Ling Junhan touched his lips, which still had the touch of biting his neck just now, "Throw it away after you use it up."

"Probably, I'm in PUA for you." Duan Wuxin used the words he had just learned, shaking his head and applying them flexibly.

Ling Junhan pulled out a corner of the quilt to cover him, and was exhausted physically and mentally again.

"I don't think you are a PUA, you are playing Gu."

Probably love Gu, there is no medicine to cure it.

When he woke up the next day, Duan Wuxin opened his eyes, and the first thing he did was to check the tiger's claws.

Well, round and fluffy, unchanged.

Those few minutes last night were like a dream, and now the dream is completely shattered.

He lazily turned over, stuffed his head into the quilt, and lay on the bed with nothing to love.

Xiaobai opened the door and came in, bent slightly, stretched out his finger and poked his back, "Young master and the others are having breakfast, if you tell you to get up, go down."

"Did you install a surveillance camera? You came in as soon as I woke up." Duan Wuxin didn't bother to turn around, speaking weakly.

"I have a heart-to-heart with you." Xiaobai blinked at him stiffly, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Duan Wuxin: "..."

Isn't it just a lottery ticket, there is no need to be so attentive.

He waited for a few more minutes, his stomach growling so loudly, that he dragged his exhausted body downstairs.

I drank too much wine last night, and now I just feel empty in my stomach.

Several people in the restaurant were chatting. Seeing him appear, Gu Ang waved his hand and said hello: "Come on, Duan, come over for dinner."

"Call me?" Duan Wuxin stretched out his tiger paw and pointed at himself.

Gu Ang took a bite of the bread and swallowed it, "Isn't your surname Duan?"

"The main reason is that no one called me that before." Duan Wuxin scratched his head shyly, jumped onto the seat, put his two paws on the table, and waited for Ling Junhan to tear bread for him.

Gu Ang explained with a smile, "I dare not call you Xinxin, someone will be jealous."

As if being called by name, Ye Fei and Ling Junhan coughed at the same time, and continued to talk without changing their expressions.

"Oh, it's a certain two people." Gu Ang changed his words, and glanced at a certain marshal jokingly, "Hey, it's a pity that I didn't see you become a human being."

To be able to fascinate Generalissimo Ling so dizzyingly, he must be a terrific beauty in the world.

Ling Junhan tore the bread into small pieces, poured another cup of milk and pushed it in front of Duan Wuxin, serving the ancestor comfortably.

After finishing all this, I watched Gu Ang casually invite me: "You can stay for a few more days, there is always a chance."

"My son is clamoring to come out to play, so I should bring him here this time." Gu Ang explained, "There is a child at home, so don't worry, I will leave today."

Speaking of this, Ling Junhan didn't hold back too much.

Hearing the conversation, Duan Wuxin asked curiously: "You look so young, are you married and have a son?"

Ye Fei wrapped his arms around her and wrapped her in his arms, with a cold and showy expression on his face: "We have been married for several years."

"What, two men can have children?" Duan Wuxin felt that his three views had been impacted.

Gu Ang hid a knife in his words, poking and mocking: "Isn't someone still interested in small animals? What are two men? However, our race is different from yours, and our physiological structure is also different. So, I really able to have children."

Even Ling Junhan's set of remarks of "being in love with men" that night made another breakthrough today.

That's right, he can change into a human being, so it's not surprising that he has a child.

Duan Wuxin lowered his head and took a sip of milk, and decided to turn off the microphone.

The couple in front of him were very affectionate, but he was a little envious.

When he was a white tiger before, Duan Yongnian once asked him if he thought about finding another tiger of another species to live with.

At that time, his answer was very disdainful and cold, "There is no common language."

After all, a small animal with a head full of fun and cooking is not suitable for a thinking little white tiger like him.

It's better to be alone, and it feels good.

However, he saw Ye Fei taking care of Gu Ang's taste very meticulously, and the two of them did not forget to flirt while having a meal, and he felt a little sour in his heart.

Probably envy, or jealousy.

Ling Junhan was also very kind to him, meticulous and considerate, and thoughtful, but he always felt like he was raising himself as a pet.

As for dating or something...

He is not worthy of being neither human nor tiger.

Ling Junhan had other things in his mind.

It doesn't matter when and where Duan Wuxin changed, the first two times were fine, they were all on his bed.

Next time, if I transform in public, I will be seen naked...

Just imagining this possibility made her teeth clenched.

Gotta get him a dress, something big or small.

After breakfast, Ye Fei and Gu Ang were ready to leave as soon as they delivered their birthday gifts.

Duan Wuxin had a good impression of these two helpful officers, and hugged each of them softly, saying goodbye to them, "Next time I bring your son over to play, I will treat you to delicious food."

Ling Junhan deliberately teased him: "The delicacies of mountains and seas, the kind that empty out your small coffers?"

Duan Wuxin thought that the live broadcast was still blocked, so he turned a corner with great leeway, "I'll work hard first and then save some money."

"Okay, maybe we can meet in a few days." Gu Ang opened the cabin door, turned around and waved, "Recently, the two sides have been walking frequently, there is a chance."

Duan Wuxin watched them board the spaceship, turned around and walked into the house.

Before he took two steps, his tail was grabbed by someone.

"Come with me to the research institute." Ling Junhan thought it was troublesome, so he bent down and picked up the little white tiger.

Duan Wuxin's eyes lit up, "Is it for my business?"

"Probably." Ling Junhan responded casually.

After entering the research institute, Ling Junhan put the little white tiger on the operating table, knocked on the glass door, and reminded those who were concentrating on their work.

"Come out, we're coming."

"Boss, the supervisor doesn't have to be so punctual." Meng Yusen saw the person coming through the glass, took off his earphones and complained.

Duan Wuxin was shivering from the ice on the console, and was forced to stand up with his claws in the air.

Seeing a person in a white coat come out, he hurriedly asked, "Has there been any progress?"

"A little bit of progress." He gestured with his fingers, pulling his thumb and index finger a short distance away.

Ling Junhan leaned against the operating table, seeing him trembling, carefully placed the little white tiger on his lap, like stroking a cat.

"He changed for a few minutes last night, but the tail and ears are still there, don't know what happened."

"A beautiful boy with a small tail, can you handle it?" Meng Yusen couldn't help laughing at him as soon as he thought about it.

The image of the two embracing each other last night flashed in his mind. Ling Junhan kicked over and laughed at himself: "I have very good self-control."

He wanted to do something, but he didn't have enough time, and Duan Wuxin refused to give him a chance.

There is a long way to go, at least the transformation must be resolved first, and then she will be kidnapped and turned into a daughter-in-law.

The sound of a machine next to him sounded, Meng Yusen strode over and took out Duan Wuxin's blood test results.

He dug out another thick pile of records from the messy operating table, and checked them carefully.

The room was very quiet, and Duan Wuxin scratched her thigh impatiently.

"I found something interesting." Meng Yusen changed his cynicism and became serious.

He handed the report to Ling Junhan, took another document and explained: "This one is the blood sample taken from the assassin's body that day, and it overlaps with Xinxin's blood. This dose is very special, and it is common in ordinary experiments. room will not be used."

Duan Wuxin's pupils suddenly constricted, and his whole body began to tremble.

He grabbed Ling Junhan's hand, looking for some comfort.

"Xinxin, what's the matter?" Ling Junhan realized something was wrong, lowered his eyes and hugged his trembling body into his arms.

Duan Wuxin stammered and said, "Many years ago, Li Yingyi injected me with medicine. I don't know what it was. I just felt very uncomfortable at that time."

Memories leaked out, the laboratory in front of me gradually overlapped with another one, and the memories were intermittent like fragments.

He seemed to see rows of animals locked in iron cages, howling and screaming, unable to break free.

He was kept in a separate room with his parents, and given special treatment because it was rare.

The glass room has a clear view, and their every move is monitored.

Feed, draw blood, and examine every day, like a cruel specimen.

At that time, Duan Wuxin was still young, so his parents became the most direct experimental tools.

Every day, long needles are pierced into the skin, and strange instruments are inserted into the body. The process is very painful.

Duan Wuxin loosened his paws and slowly lowered his tail.

It turned out that this was the beast soul experiment.

"Li Yingyi? You mean, you've seen him before?" Ling Junhan sensed that something was wrong.

He raised Duan Wuxin's chin, and asked earnestly, "When and how much do you remember?"

Duan Wuxin shook his head, feeling a splitting headache.

I don't know if it's the hangover, or the memory is too messy.

He murmured in a low voice, "I can't remember the exact time, I just remember being locked up, and then one night we broke the glass and escaped. Other specific things are a little vague."

Seeing his painful expression, Ling Junhan didn't ask any more questions.

He raised his hand and rubbed his head, and comforted him softly: "Forget it, if you can't think clearly, don't think about it."

"The experiment hurts the memory, I suspect that Xinxin is the first generation of the Beast Soul Project's experimental product."

Meng Yusen rubbed his chin, and boldly guessed, "They extracted the genes from animals and put them in humans. Is it possible, the other way around?"

Ling Junhan turned his head to look at him, a little puzzled, "Then why did it change now? "

"It may require some kind of stimulation, external force or energy." Meng Yusen sighed, and cracked his knuckles a little irritably, "This can only be tried little by little."

Duan Wuxin raised his head and looked at the two of them eagerly, "Try, I can do it."

"I'll sort out the plan first, and I can't mess with it. It will break you." Meng Yusen looked at Xiao Baihu with some distress, not knowing what to say.

No matter how the Beast Soul Project is implemented, if it can be caught, it must have suffered a purgatory process.

In particular, the initiator of this plan is ruthless, and he dare not think too much about the details.

Duan Wuxin put the tiger claw on his hand, his eyes were still pure, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Okay, then I'll be busy first." Meng Yusen turned around and was about to put the headphones back in and start working. Seeing that Ling Junhan hadn't moved, he turned to look at him again.

"Anything else?"

Ling Junhan said with some embarrassment, "Do you have that kind of material here that can be stretched and stretched to make him a suit."

"What kind of clothes? Is he cold?" Meng Yusen was puzzled.

Ling Junhan coughed lightly, reached out his hand to cover Duan Wuxin's ears, and continued, "I'm afraid that the next experiment will suddenly succeed, and he will become naked/naked."

While talking, I couldn't help but have a picture in my mind, it was really terrible.

Meng Yusen said "Oh", his eyes were unclear, "Are you afraid that I will see it? Don't worry, I have my heart."

"That doesn't work either." Ling Junhan put the little white tiger on the operating table, and ordered forcefully: "Measure the size now, and send it over tomorrow when it's ready."

"You really think of me as a universal Tinker Bell." Meng Yusen reluctantly took out the tape measure, "Don't tell me, it really has this kind of material. But let me state first, I'm not a tailor, and my aesthetics are terrible, so I just make do to cover it up one time."

The little white tiger lay flat like a pancake, with its limbs spread out.

Waist, hip, arm length, and neck.

The soft ruler was wrapped around the skin, pressing the furry hairs away, revealing a little redness on the skin.

"What's wrong with your neck?" Meng Yusen asked warily after wiping away the red marks.

Duan Wuxin rubbed it nonchalantly, and said carelessly about the sweet scene last night: "He bit it last night."

"No, you can handle Baihu?" Meng Yusen looked at him incredulously, "You planted strawberries for him? I have to say, you are such a beast."

Ling Junhan was wronged, and he couldn't argue with his mouth, so he didn't even bother to explain.

He put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the operating table, and looked like a rascal, "Yeah, not only bit the ear, but also bit the neck."

Don't blame him, it was Duan Wuxin who pestered him to bite him.

The demon concubine who harmed the country, her beautiful face caused disasters, and bewitched the wise king into a foolish one.

Meng Yusen scratched the small mark with his fingertips, with a half-smile, "Dude, let me remind you, put away your strange thoughts. This little guy is only seventeen."

"Seventeen?" Hearing these two words, Ling Junhan froze.

Duan Wuxin raised her paw, moaned and chirped to correct, "I'm 17 and a half years old, and I'm eighteen in two months."

Meng Yusen hummed, and explained after seeing the results in the report, "Although as a white tiger, he should be regarded as an older tiger. But in terms of human age, he is indeed only seventeen."

He watched his friend's face turn black, and he was in a happy mood, inexplicably having a mentality of eating melons.

Let you squeeze me every day, the color batch has its own daughter-in-law to grind.

Ling Junhan paused for breath, embracing a trace of luck: "According to the age of a tiger, he has already grown up, right?"

Meng Yusen put away the soft ruler and put it back in the box beside him, with a playful expression, "His situation is quite special, so it is difficult to define. But..."

Seeing that Ling Junhan's face became more and more ugly, and he had insight into his friend's thoughts, he pointed it out: "The beautiful and beautiful boy you are attracted to is not yet an adult."

These words were like a stab in the heart.

Ling Junhan wiped his face, recalling the various actions he had made in the past few nights, feeling that he was repeatedly jumping and testing on the edge of breaking the law.

What has he been doing these past few nights?

She bit her neck, pressed her body, hugged her slender waist, and became lustful.

His temples were throbbing, he lowered his eyes to stare at Duan Wuxin's face and scanned back and forth, still unwilling to accept this fact.

Unexpectedly, underage.

Fuck cute, miss th.

What a beast.