After attending school A, I differentiated into O

Jiang Zhao pushed the door and walked in, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand. She glanced across the room and saw the raised bulge on the small bed.

A bathrobe was thrown under the bed, the white floating hair was limp and slippery, and the dampness from it made the floor muddy.

Jiang Zhao put down the porridge, patted the drum bag, "Get up."

The bulge shrank back to the corner of the wall, the quilt was pulled and rustled, and a few hairs stick out.

Jiang Zhao pulled Qin Fengyue's head out along the hair, stretched his long arms above the bed, and slightly bent his half body to meet a pair of moist eyes, "Eat something to pad your stomach."

Qin Fengyue sat up with the quilt folded, and she piled the quilt on her chest, exposing her shoulders and collarbone.

The grains of millet porridge are distinct, the rice soup is thick, and the fragrance spreads out, arousing the greedy insects in Qin Fengyue's stomach. She stretched out her hand to hold the bowl, and the quilt slipped down.

Qin Fengyue hurriedly picked it up to cover it, and after thinking about it for a second, she ordered, "Feed me."

Jiang Zhao sat on the edge of the bed and fed Qin Fengyue mouthful with a spoon, "Is it delicious?"

Qin Fengyue licked her lips and thought about it, "It's okay."

So Jiang Zhao hesitated to feed her the second spoonful, "It's just okay?"

Qin Fengyue: "..."

Qin Fengyue's stomach growled, and she experienced what it was like to be under the fence, and said: "...It's very delicious."

Jiang Zhao fed Qin Fengyue porridge one spoonful at a time. Qin Fengyue was served smoothly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression was lazy and at ease, like a drunk cat showing its belly to passers-by.

After taking the last mouthful of hot porridge, Qin Fengyue ate anxiously and sweated a little. After taking a bath, his pores dilated, and the breath of omega filled the small space.

Jiang Zhao put the bowl on the bedside, and caught a glimpse of Qin Fengyue's calf sticking out for air: "Are you full?"

Qin Fengyue nodded, before he could speak, Jiang Zhao suddenly pinched his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Qin Fengyue asked.

Jiang Zhao bullied himself up, knocked out the wall lamp, leaned over and said a few words in Qin Fengyue's ear.

Qin Fengyue's heart was beating wildly, fearful and nervous, but also implied anticipation.

After the lights went out, the surrounding things quickly fell into darkness, and the surroundings were dark. When the vision was deprived, it was replaced by a keen sense of hearing.

Qin Fengyue swallowed, distinguishing Jiang Zhao's facial features in the dark.

Jiang Zhao smiled and said nothing.

Qin Fengyue's quilt was well covered, and it was rolled down bit by bit from the neck position.

The process of snake molting is mostly torture, but the skin that successfully sheds the old skin is extraordinarily radiant, moist and shiny like new life.

Qin Fengyue is like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, about to say goodbye to her childhood.

Jiang Zhao imprisoned her with pheromones, and shackled her shoulders, ribs, waist, and legs with his hands.

She was lifted up, her head and feet were front-heavy and rear-heavy, the sense of imbalance caused Qin Fengyue's eyes to lose their luster, her breath became short of breath and then became out of order, and saliva overflowed from the corner of her mouth uncontrollably.

Qin Fengyue stopped, but Jiang Zhao didn't listen, and stepped up to control Qin Fengyue.

The windows on the balcony were open for ventilation, and the wind was blowing, Qin Fengyue flinched, tears streaming down her face.

The moon emerged from the clouds, spreading its moonlight on the floor, and the blue wood paint was illuminated, like a ray of light penetrating into the deep sea.

After it was over, Qin Fengyue seemed to have been sucked dry by a vixen.

Jiang Zhao got away to go to the living room to pour water, and he didn't forget to take the bowl out to wash.

Jiang Zhao turned on the desk lamp, and the warm light shone on Qin Fengyue's face. She fed Qin Fengyue water, and Qin Fengyue gulped it down. Then, Jiang Zhao wrapped his whole body in a quilt and carried him to the desk.

Jiang Zhao changed the wet sheets, took out new ones, and put them on again.

Qin Fengyue remained motionless, curled up her toes, buried her head in the thin quilt, and curled up quietly on the table.

When Jiang Zhao was busy, Qin Fengyue was like a small shell lying on the sand, with only a small gap exposed on the sand surface for breathing and peeking.

When Jiang Zhao turned his head, Qin Fengyue quickly wrapped the quilt tightly around himself, and Jiang Zhao carried Qin Fengyue back to the bed.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement outside, and Qin Fengyue quietly opened a gap in the quilt again.

Jiang Zhao has been waiting for a rabbit for a long time, and Danfeng's eyes are full of smiles, "Shy?"

Qin Fengyue denied, "No!"

"Hide what?"

Qin Fengyue used the quilt to protect herself, only showing a slap-sized red face to confront Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhaodan smiled and said nothing, "Get up and wipe if you have strength."

Qin Fengyue: "..."

Qin Fengyue put down his banners and drums, ready to lie down on the sand again.

Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows, and went to the bathroom to fetch water from a basin to scrub Qin Fengyue.

Jiang Zhao twisted the veil and handed it to Qin Fengyue.

Qin Fengyue was wrapped from head to toe, so she reached out to pick it up from under the quilt.

The quilt kept rustling, and the wet handkerchief was handed out again and again, and Jiang Zhao rubbed it clean before handing it over.

Qin Fengyue's movements are big, the quilt is raised high, and undulating, Jiang Zhao can't help but describe Qin Fengyue's graceful curves and tossing postures in his mind.

After Qin Fengyue tidied herself up, she regained her courage when she was tired and sleepy, looked at Jiang Zhao, glanced at the floor, then looked up, and said, "Shall I help you?"

Jiang Zhao smiled: "You haven't reached the estrus period, so you can't eat."

"..."

Qin Fengyue turned into boiled dried shrimps again, the tear stains had just been wiped off, and almost appeared again, "Who said you want to eat it! Me! I, I reciprocate!"

Jiang Zhao smiled lightly, Qin Fengyue's happiness came from sex, although she endured uncomfortably, she was properly comforted by omega's pheromones, she felt very happy, because of Qin Fengyue's confession, she also wanted omega to be happy.

That's why there was one-sided pleasing tonight.

"Your mouth is so red." Qin Fengyue said suddenly.

Jiang Zhao lowered her eyes, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and fed it into her mouth, as if savoring it, until Qin Fengyue was so ashamed that she said slowly, "I put on some lipstick."

Qin Fengyue was like a balloon about to burst, blushing, and provocative, "Oh, yes, it seems that you like it very much."

Jiang Zhao's smile deepened, and he said, "The red wine flavor is quite special."

The balloon exploded, and fell back on the bed, with the quilt covered, and after a while, there was a thin breathing sound under the bulge, and Qin Fengyue fell asleep.

Jiang Zhao dug out another thin blanket from the closet, put it on his knees, and sat and leaned halfway through the night.

The next day, Jiang Zhao's biological clock rang at five o'clock on time. She got up, dressed and kissed Qin Fengyue who was snoring in sleep.

Jiang Zhao went downstairs for a run and bought breakfast to take home with him. An Su woke up and started to work after a simple meal. Jiang Zhao cleaned up the house after taking a shower.

There was a set of clothes hanging on the balcony, the size and shape were not her style, Jiang Zhao took them off and brought them into the room.

On the bed, Qin Fengyue was half-covered with the quilt, wearing a T-shirt as pajamas, sleeping in a mess on the bed.

Jiang Zhao dug Qin Fengyue out of the bed, kissed from the forehead, kissed to the neck, Qin Fengyue giggled and begged for mercy.

"I'm awake, I'm awake!"

Qin Fengyue got up consciously.

Jiang Zhao's lips have the aftereffect of makeup, Zhang He reveals the white teeth and the red tip of the tongue, "Wake up and get up."

Qin Fengyue's face was red-hot. Compared with Jiang Zhao's calmness, her mind was full of impure things. Qin Fengyue pressed her lips and said, "Cough, I want to go home."

Jiang Zhao avoided to the living room, Qin Fengyue got dressed, and saw a specimen rose hanging on the desk wall.

Qin Fengyue took it down and looked at it carefully. The flowers were given by her when she went to pick up Jiang Zhao and was discharged from the hospital. There was also a photo of her in red sportswear on the table. Qin Fengyue sighed, Jiang Zhao liked her at that time?

She pretended too well, if she hadn't seen this photo in Jiang Zhao's room at that time, she wouldn't have become suspicious.

Qin Fengyue put the photo back on the table. The drawer of the desk was open, and there was another photo inside.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow I will replenish the fat~