Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

Forest protection and fire prevention are everyone's responsibility. You can't go into the mountains with fire, and you can't go into the mountains without fire.I wish you all a happy new year~

It was very hot, and the moisture in his body seemed to be completely evaporated by the body temperature. He curled up like a dried leaf.

In the mist, he finally lost consciousness, and the river of thoughts in his mind was surging, including Qin Yu, mother-in-law, mother, and Yan Qinghe.Countless chaotic memory fragments passed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and then slowly dissipated into the darkness. He felt that he was moving forward in an irrelevant space, and the next second, his feet were empty.

Waking up in shock, Song Mi supported herself to sit up with her hands, but her palm was hurt by a hard object.A linen button.

As thoughts came back, Song Mi's complexion gradually turned pale.

These are the buttons on Yan Qinghe's windbreaker.The man's smiling voice suddenly flashed in his mind——

"It's not like this." Then he unbuttoned his clothes one by one...

This sound was a match struck in winter, thrown into Song Mi's mountain forest, and a fire was ignited all over the sky.Song Mi's whole body was paralyzed by the heat, and she flowed recklessly, and the switch of her thoughts was pulled off again.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

The man's voice poured out of the phone like a clear spring. He said that he had returned to China, that he missed him, and that he wanted to come to see him.

It turns out that he is not the water to put out the fire, but the fuel.Boiling against the sky.Song Mi's body turned into two extremes, one side is the desert, the other side is the ocean.He weakly refused with a sandy voice——

"No, it's not."

"I'm not feeling well, rest at home."

"Don't come to see me, you have a good rest."

Yan Qinghe would not miss him, Yan Qinghe was just out of a perfect etiquette.Song Mi tried her best to make her voice appear flat, but the intermittent voice on the phone had disappeared.A heat wave came, and Song Mi heard knocking on the door from far away, and Yan Qinghe asked politely.

The second high fever period came, and Song Mi's consciousness and the battery of the phone were exhausted.The phone screen plunged into unconscious darkness.

Yan Qinghe knocked on the door three times, but no one answered.The mechanical female voice in the handset of the mobile phone repeated tirelessly: The number you dialed has been turned off.

The assistant asked softly behind him: "Do you need to..."

Before he finished speaking, there was only a "click", and the door lock had been opened.

The assistant adjusted the content of his speech: "I'm going to buy some inhibitory potions."

"No need, you can go back." Mr. Yan refused, and he twirled his fingertips to open the door lock leisurely, not knowing what he was thinking.

After the assistant left, Yan Qinghe slowly opened the door of Song Mi's house, and suddenly the substantial smell of incense engulfed him, like a person who fell into the water, he was involuntarily swept to the door of Song Mi's room by the whirlpool.

"Song Mi? What's wrong with you?" He softened his voice, like a cat gently plucking blades of grass with its tail waiting to hunt birds, "I'm very worried about you."

A sticky breath came out from the closed bedroom door, but Yan Qinghe looked like a plant that had absorbed enough water, and looked more and more energetic.Patiently waiting for the response from the people in the room, his voice was full of anxiety, but his demeanor appeared calm.

He even had time to look at Song Mi's room.It is clean and deserted, the furniture decoration is all white, and the model rooms for people to visit in real estate sales have a more lifelike feeling than here.The entrance is facing the kitchen and the bathroom. The kitchen is clean and there is no trace of use. Even the refrigerator is empty. There are a few yellowed onions and a few eggs that I don’t know how long I bought. Instead, there were things like toothpaste, toothbrush and razor, but there was not even a bottle of aftershave.There was half a glass of spilled water on the dining table in the aisle, and a few pieces of toast with a few bites.He touched it, and it was already hardened. He didn't know how long it had been placed here, and the crumbs of toast were scattered all over the floor.

He ate so much in the past few days?Yan Qinghe frowned.

The study is one of the few places that can show that "this room is lived in".There is a living room between the study and the master bedroom and the second bedroom on one side. There is a box lying on the off-white floor tiles. It is empty and is an inhibitor.

The drawer of the coffee table was opened but not closed, and there were various medicines in a mess. He looked at it, and none of them were related to the inhibition of pheromones.The trash can next to it was full of dry garbage. Yan Qinghe glanced at it, and twisted out two empty aluminum foil plastic plates with two fingers.There are a total of [-] capsules in the two versions, and the recommended dosage on the instructions is two capsules a day.

Today is July [-]th.Yan Qinghe looked at the medicine box that fell on the ground for a long time, and sat like a sculpture.

The interaction effect of pheromone inducer and pheromone inhibitor is not as simple as positive and negative offset.Thinking of this, Yan Qinghe knocked on the door a little hurriedly: "Song Mi, would you please open the door?"

Maybe a doctor should be called in, Yan Qinghe felt a little guilty for the first time.While waiting, he walked into Song Mi's second bedroom, and there was a bottle of perfume on the table facing the door.The gray bottle of the perfume cast a shadow over his vision.

He pushed the wheelchair and sat at the table, carefully looking at the bottle of perfume.Has been opened, there are traces of use.Unfortunately, he knew this bottle of perfume, which was out of print ten years ago, and he also had a bottle in his cabinet. THESOUNDANDFURY, the sound and the restlessness, Faulkner's novel.

The closet door was opened casually, and there were a few shirts with a sense of design, a colorful tie, and some men's underwear.The perfume doesn't belong to Song Mi, the clothes don't belong to Song Mi, the tie doesn't belong to Song Mi, including those underwear, they don't belong to Song Mi either.

Whose is it?It doesn't matter anymore.

He knocked on the bedroom door and asked one last time: "Song Mi, can I come in?" Before he got permission, he opened the door and walked in.

Song Mi felt that she was dreaming.The desert and the ocean of the body insist on their own words and confront each other, and the exhausted body struggles to return to the light, but falls into the mirage again.It was Yan Qinghe, who was sitting by his bed, frowning and cupping his face, asking him softly why he didn't call him.

"I don't want to disturb you." Song Mi thought, Yan Qinghe was so considerate even in the hallucination, the warmth from the other party's palm easily reconciled his desert and ocean.

"Is it uncomfortable?" The man lifted his quilt.

No, no.Like a startled bird, Song Mi turned over and pressed that hand tightly.No, no.This is not a cover, this is a fig leaf, covering my ulterior shameful secrets, covering the degenerate swamp of my loss of self-control.No, no.

Song Mi didn't want to appear disrespectful in front of Yan Qinghe.

The other party slowly lay down facing him, took him into his arms, and patted his back comfortingly, with a voice like coaxing a child: "Okay, I won't watch, don't watch, okay?"

Song Mi buried her face in his arms and nodded silently.I thought to myself that this hallucination turned out to be false because it was too real, and it seemed that only in the dream, Yan Qinghe's gentleness towards him seemed different.

He felt the tranquility of the fetus in the mother's womb in the rhythm of his back being slapped, and fell asleep frowning. Before going to bed, he felt a feather falling lovingly between his eyebrows, and his nose was filled with the aroma of green sandalwood.The fiery volcano erupted suddenly in his sleep. He knew that this was his third and last high fever period. A certain part of his body was burning. His thoughts were like hydrogen balloons. He was heated and floated very high. At the moment, I only feel the warmth of someone beside me is extra reassuring.

Feeling the shock of waking up, the man subconsciously patted him on the back: "Song Mi, don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was like Ping floating on the water, and his movements were light as he hugged Song Mi in his arms. Kneading, again and again.

Seeing Song Mi trembling uncontrollably, the person under him paused for a moment, then asked in a sigh-like voice next to Song Mi's ear: "...Do you mind?"

Song Mi's face and neck were burned red by the scent of green sandalwood, he couldn't hear what the man said, he just shook his head panting.

A hand undid the first button of his shirt, followed by the second, and as the collar was pulled open, a butterfly rested on the back of his neck.

Song Mi froze for a moment, his body was so limp that he was completely paralyzed in the man's arms. After a while, he trembled and panted, and the magma deep in his body suddenly erupted.

Just before the release, there was a burst of warm moisture from the back of his neck, the man licked his neck, nibbled, and kissed, leaving a moist, bright red mark in the end.

Song Mi finally fell into a deep sleep, Yan Qinghe sat up slowly, tucked in the quilt for the other person, and pulled out a shapeless windbreaker from under the person.Pulling it out was not smooth, even if Song Mi fell asleep, she didn't cooperate, her hand was holding on to the button of the windbreaker, he had no choice but to take the sheet and stuff it into the hand of the man to change the button.

The khaki windbreaker was completely ruined, and he stuffed the clothes into the trash can with a blank expression and walked into the bathroom.After coming out, Yan Qinghe sat on the sofa wrapped in a towel, and turned on the ventilation mode of the air conditioner.Walking in the door and taking a look, Song Mi seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but the redness on her cheeks hadn't faded yet, and the hand holding the windbreaker was still tightly holding the quilt that he had stuffed in.

He looked at it for a while, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, then returned to the living room, reluctantly picked up his shameful windbreaker from the trash can, and threw it into the washing machine with a frown.