Pheromone Stealing Guide

Tan Qingye fastened a few buttons, obviously feeling that the clothes were not suitable.

He half-turned around and tugged at the ruffled shoulders: "Look, let me say that I'm not 180. This dress is too big and doesn't fit at all."

Inadvertently, Tan Qingye caught a glimpse of Luo Xiyan's eyes flickering away from the half body, and there was an unnatural taste in Li Weili's sight.

He paused with his fingertips gripping the buttons, and his heart skipped a beat.

In the past few days, because of the existence of the mark, he lived a normal life for a period of time, which made him almost forgetful.

He didn't put the isolation stickers on today, but the bite marks have faded to the point where they can't be seen clearly.Coupled with Luo Xiyan's unrecovered sense of smell, nothing should be discovered.

But... Why did Luo Xiyan react like this?

He carefully reached Luo Xiyan's side: "I'm talking to you."

Hearing Tan Qingye's call, Luo Xiyan looked up in embarrassment.

The ill-fitting shirt seemed to be covering Tan Qingye's body, and the whiteness at first glance loomed in his eye sockets.

Luo Xiyan could only try not to care about what was in front of him, he casually pointed to another shirt on the table: "If it doesn't suit you, you can see if it fits into my shirt."

"Yes." Inspired by Luo Xiyan, Tan Qingye started unbuttoning again, ready to try another shirt.

Seeing this, Luo Xiyan panicked, and quickly grabbed Tan Qingye's hand to restrain his movements.

His pale eyes deepened, he took a deep breath, loosened his fingers, and took advantage of the situation to swipe Tan Qingye's waist: "Tan Qingye, do you know that I am an Alpha?"

The double itch brought by touch and sound spread along Tan Qingye's skin, sealing his language system.

Luo Xiyan took a big step aside, picked up another set of clothes, and walked into the dressing room.

Tan Qingye couldn't help shivering as the temperature disappeared.

He clearly remembered that one night during the first year of high school, when he went out for a walk alone, someone once touched his waist in the same way, and he was knocked down on the spot by the conditioned reflex engraved in his bones.

But just now, the reflex seemed to be hoarse, completely losing the responsiveness it should have.

What's going on here?

Through a thin door panel, Luo Xiyan calmed down her heartbeat.

He stretched out the fingertips that had touched Tan Qingye, trying his best to avoid recalling the touch just now.

Outside the door, the rustling sound of dressing sounded again, and it kept dropping into the lake of his heart like finely divided stones.

Luo Xiyan picked up the clothes, trying to cover the seductive sound with the sound of changing clothes, but when she lowered her head, she realized that she didn't bring the white shirt in at all.

He sighed helplessly, and changed into the suit with the white shirt on his body.

When Luo Xiyan opened the door, Tan Qingye was still struggling with the tie.He turned around when he heard the door open.

Tan Qingye froze on the spot, dragging the tie along the smooth fabric to the end.

Luo Xiyan loosened the first button of her neckline, and the curve of her Adam's apple moved up and down.

The tip of Tan Qingye's tongue moved uneasily, he seemed to understand why so many people in the school secretly coveted Luo Xiyan.

Luo Xiyan nodded Tan Qingye's messy tie from the air: "I think you look better without it."

Hearing this, Tan Qingye took off the tie that had troubled him for a long time: "Listen to you."

The moment he put down his tie, Tan Qingye happened to see the shirt that he tried on but didn't belong to him.

He picked up the dress: "I wore it just now, you can try it after washing."

Before the clothes were tidied by him, they were transferred to Luo Xiyan's hands.

Luo Xiyan's eyes lowered and then raised: "Didn't you also wear my clothes?"

"Huh?" Tan Qingye swept across his empty palms, "Why don't I have any impression?"

Luo Xiyan walked past Tan Qingye and walked into the fitting room again: "If you can't remember it, think about it slowly."

He closed the partition door, and the scene of Tan Qingye standing in front of his closet picking out his pajamas came to mind when he was a child.

It turned out that Tan Qingye had been engraved in his memory so long ago.

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The week before the school celebration party, the whole school was in a relatively boiling state.

But the most abnormal among them was Tan Qingye.

In the past few days, Tan Qingye has been inexplicably greeting Luo Xiyan, never refuting anything, and being inseparable from him no matter what.

This made the group of people headed by Lin Sha live and die in the group every day, unable to jump out of the pit of excitement.

On this day, Tan Qingye brought another cup of milk tea and put it on Luo Xiyan's table, and rubbed Luo Xiyan's shoulders while joking.

Excessive physical contact made Luo Xiyan's whole body stiff, and even his mind was a little out of control.

He stood up from his seat and walked towards the toilet.

But Tan Qingye continued to follow behind him relentlessly, with the corner of his clothes brushing the back of his hand from time to time, which made him feel distracted.

Luo Xiyan took a deep breath, grabbed Tan Qingye's wrist, and pulled him directly to the corridor where no one passed by.

As soon as he opened the door of the corridor, Tan Qingye couldn't wait to pull Luo Xiyan over and stood opposite him.

There was a mist in Luo Xiyan's eyes, and his eyes were locked on Tan Qingye: "Tan Qingye, what are you going to do?"

The corners of Tan Qingye's mouth twitched, and the exposed teeth made his lips pinker.

He opened his collar on one side and leaned towards Luo Xiyan: "Brother, why don't you bite me?"

Luo Xiyan was stunned in place.

Ever since Tan Qingye read the cold knowledge book in the library last time, he has been confirming the possibility of "space mark" with Ding Zhichao.

Luo Xiyan always knew that Tan Qingye would react, and he could help Tan Qingye cure his pheromone first as long as he pushed the boat along.

But he didn't expect Tan Qingye to be so direct.

In a daze, Tan Qingye moved forward again: "I heard that the pheromones of S-level Alpha can help secondary differentiation, and I guess Beta is also fine, just bite me once, twice if it doesn't work. - Am I really a rare gender?"

Luo Xiyan suppressed all his reactions, took half a step back, and refused: "No."

Tan Qingye suddenly widened his eyes: "Shouldn't you ask me why I have to become a rare gender?"

Luo Xiyan glanced at Tan Qingye indifferently, but said nothing.

Just as Tan Qingye was about to say something, the class bell rang untimely, and the reverberating sound swallowed up all his words.

He lowered his head and silently followed behind Luo Xiyan who was going back to the classroom.

At dinner time, Luo Xiyan met Ding Zhichao in the name of going home to pick up things.

"I heard that Qingye asked you for pheromone today, but you refused?"

"Ah."

Ding Zhichao put his arms around his chest: "Have you changed your mind, or have you changed your mind?"

Luo Xiyan shook her head: "It hasn't changed. It's just that if I promise too quickly, Ah Ye will definitely be suspicious."

Ding Zhichao put his arms down: "Aren't you afraid that he will be hot for 3 minutes, and after you reject him, will you never mention it again?"

"will not."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Xiyan's cell phone dinged.

On the phone screen, Tan Qingye's dialogue box was fixed above Ding Zhichao's prompt bar: "Continue tomorrow, I really don't believe it."

Looking at the message, Ding Zhichao couldn't help curling his lips: "Okay, nothing else, the delivery time is really first-class."

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