Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

Some sedative drugs have a sleeping effect, such common sense Yan Qinghe naturally knows.

After the car accident, he had a deeper understanding of this common sense.

It felt like drowning, the darkness drowning him silently until the last ray of light faded away.The dividing line between waking and sleeping gradually dissolves, and finally merges into one, and finally even life and death become chaotic.

This is drug-style sedative sleep.

"Sir, do you want class B inhibitors?" The cashier asked, but had already scanned the barcode of the medicine box.

Class B inhibitors are good for control, but the hypnotic effect is too strong.

"Another box of Type A."

Class A agents with less inhibitory effects have fewer side effects.Yan Qinghe admired Song Mi who was trying to hide her embarrassment when she was awake, compared to being safe and harmless after a deep sleep.

As for the part that the medicine cannot reach, manual intervention can be used to make up.Even the weakest Alpha can rely on small amounts of pheromones released many times to soothe his Omega.

Yan Qinghe was standing on the side of the road with a plastic bag in his hand, staring at the gradually shrinking red numbers on the signal lights, he suddenly remembered that he didn't go out in a wheelchair, and he walked too hastily when he went out.

While waiting for the green light, the sideways are gradually filled with pedestrians waiting to cross the road, including children chirping like birds, couples whispering, and old people silently helping each other to cross the road.The sprinkler had just passed by, and the ground was muddy, and a few mud spots splashed on his pants, but it was not as eye-catching as he expected.

Maybe nothing in life is pure and flawless, just like the mud spots on the pants will not leave marks after washing.

The young couple walked fast and the elderly couple fell behind, but with 49 seconds left on the green light, they had plenty of time to cross the road.

Thinking that Song Mi was still in high fever, Yan Qinghe walked a little faster.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Song Mi on the phone. Yan Qinghe put the medicine in the kitchen, dried a cup of hot water after washing his hands, and listened intently to the movement in the room.

Song Mi's voice was slightly hoarse, and he spoke very slowly, sounding particularly gentle.That gentleness is a different kind of taste, with a bit of coquettishness that the person involved does not know, and it is even more moving than the delirious gasp.

The water gradually cooled down, but Song Mi's phone calls were not finished yet.

Yan Qinghe gently closed the doorknob, and was about to knock on the door, when he heard Song Mi say each word.

"No, he just happened to come to me, just met...he didn't touch me."

Who are you explaining to?Owner of the perfume in the next room?

"He's fine, I don't like him."

It turned out that I didn't like it.

"I'm fine, you don't have to come back."

Is it okay to collapse at home for three days because of high fever and no one cares about it?

Yan Qinghe took out a class B inhibitor, looked at the maximum dose limit on the instruction manual, took out three tablets and put them in his palm, knocked on the door, and said softly: "Song Mi, the medicine is ready, can you come in?"

Song Mi raised her head and saw Yan Qinghe smiling warmly.

"Okay." He looked away in embarrassment, and whispered: "Thank you."

"Have you finished your porridge? The water is getting cold, take your medicine quickly." Yan Qinghe put the pills in his palm, and naturally put away the bowl beside the bed.

Song Mi swallowed the pills in the slightly cool water, without even asking what the pills were, just said: "Thank you."

"Get some rest." Yan Qinghe shook his head, helped him close the curtains, and exited Song Mi's room step by step.

He sat in Song Mi's living room, slowly lowered his head, staring at the glaring mud spots on his trousers.

Sure enough, I still couldn't care less.

really dirty.

As the hour hand circled, Yan Qinghe's shadow was elongated by the setting sun and printed on the white wall of Song Mi's living room, looking like a giant beast that had escaped from its cage.

An hour later, he got up on time, but pushed open the door of Song Mi's room without permission.

The person on the bed was already sound asleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had slept restlessly.Song Mi curled up towards the side of the bed, Yan Qinghe sat on the side of his bed and stared at his face.

She had only drank water not long ago, but Song Mi's lips were still slightly peeled, showing a posture like fish scales being turned up, and darker lips were exposed under the raised light yellow skin flakes.

Like deeper skin, unreservedly.

It looks very soft.

Yan Qinghe gently stroked his dry lips, feeling the fragile softness with his fingertips.

How could such soft lips speak such hard words?

With a slight force on his fingertips, he sank into Song Mi's lips, and his fingertips touched his timid, wet tongue hidden in his mouth.

Soft and red.

Maybe it's sweet, Yan Qinghe thought, and slowly lowered his head to taste it, the taste was just as he imagined.

The taste with a touch of rust is not sweet in the sense of taste, but I want to try more.

He pinched Song Mi's chin, pinched Song Mi's tongue with his middle finger and index finger, and tasted it over and over carefully.

He didn't seem to wake up from a nightmare until he heard a slight uncomfortable hum from the sleeping people.

He let out a chuckle, slowly unbuttoned the first collar, slowly climbed onto the bed, completely covered Song Mi with his own shadow, then lowered his head to suck the moist lips.

Song Mi, who was in a coma, struggled lightly due to shortness of breath. Yan Qinghe's face was slightly cold, and he fixed the opponent's hand by his ear with his fingers interlocked, and lowered his head again.

The scent of green sandalwood in the room was so strong that it was about to condense into a solid state. Song Mi's pale and haggard face gradually turned red due to physical discomfort. Yan Qinghe lowered his head and unbuttoned the first button of Song Mi's pajamas with his lips and teeth.

Song Mi moved, and the pillow tilted, revealing a corner of the red book hidden under the pillow.

Yan Qinghe's eyes narrowed slightly, he stared at the red horn, after a while, he let go of the hand that restrained Song Mi, and slowly lay on Song Mi's side.

It was their marriage certificate, unexpectedly Song Mi pressed it under the pillow.

He shook his head helplessly, pulled out the booklet, there seemed to be something in it, and when he opened the cover, he froze for a long time.

After a while, he slowly put the booklet back, but his hand touched another hard object, which was a bottle cap.

He stared at the bottle cap in his hand for a long time, and laughed dumbly.

Putting the bottle cap back under the man's pillow, he buttoned up Song Mi's clothes, smoothed the other's messy hair behind his ears, sat up, and placed a light kiss on the other's forehead.

"Song Mi, I forgive you."