Professor, you got it wrong

His back touched the cold wall, and Shang Luyan's nails were deeply embedded in his palm because of too much force, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Sweat wetted his eyelashes a little, lock by lock, making those jewel-like eyes more beautiful and attractive.

Those alphas who got closer and closer gradually showed ugly and greedy faces, "It's nothing, we just want to see that Brother Yan, you are beautiful, and want to see if you look so good when you cry."

Shang Luyan used these words to flirt with many 419 targets, but he didn't expect that now the feng shui was turning, and the one being molested became himself.

What a fucking fuck.

"Wei Xiao," he called out to one of the most familiar alphas, "Didn't I warn you last time, if you look at my ass again, I will kill you."

"You're fucking deaf, aren't you!"

Wei Xiao flinched in fright from the roar, but when he saw Shang Luyan's forehead hair soaked in cold sweat and his forearm tensed and trembling behind his back, he quickly realized that he was just bluffing.

"Maybe it didn't work before, but Brother Yan,"

Wei Xiao boldly stretched out his hand to touch Shang Luyan's soft and delicate side face, and smiled obscenely and wretchedly, "Do you think you can still resist now?"

Shang Luyan wiped the touched place fiercely with the back of his hand in disgust, bit the tender meat of his mouth with his teeth, and spat a mouthful of blood at Wei Xiao.

The word "roll" is still surging in the vocal cords, and the strong durian-flavored pheromone is suppressed again.

Shang Luyan almost vomited from nausea.

Damn, sure enough, ugly pheromones also stink.

Wei Xiao wiped the saliva off his face, and licked his fingers extremely greasy with his tongue.

"Shang Luyan, I advise you not to toast or eat fine wine."

Seeing the finger that was stained with his saliva and licked by Wei Xiao extended towards him, Shang Luyan turned his head in disgust, slid along the wall and sat on the ground.

My wrist touched a cold, hard and rough object, probably a brick that was not used up for the decoration of the bar a while ago.

Shang Luyan held the half of the brick in his hand, and was about to scoop it up for Wei Xiao, an idiot, when he suddenly smelled a familiar citrus mint at the tip of his nose.

Alpha's pheromones are graded. A, B, C, and D are the basic levels. Among the basic levels, A-level is the strongest, while S-level is far above A-level.

Most of these alphas who like to play with people like gutter mice are C-level, and Wei Xiao is the highest, and he is only a B-level.

As soon as this deterrent S-level pheromone was suppressed, the group of people immediately ran away, more vulnerable than ants trampled by a lion.

As soon as Shang Luyan raised his head, he felt something hanging from his head to his neck.

Jian Bailian shook off his coat and wrapped him up, took out his mobile phone amidst the curses of these people with cold eyes, and said unhurriedly: "Is it the police station? I want to call the police."

"Here are five alphas trying to moleste my married omega wife at the back alley of No. 19 Dongping Road."

As soon as these words came out, those alphas seemed to have seen a ghost, they didn't even bother to scream, and kowtowed for mercy.

Shang Luyan's head was covered in his coat, and he couldn't hear clearly through the clothes. He could only vaguely hear the sound of a police car honking.

The glands at the back of his neck were hot and hot, and he had no time to think about anything else. He just felt dizzy, half pained and half tired, curled up into a ball.

Jian Bailian explained what happened to the police, ordered the lawyer to greet these alphas well, picked them up and took them home.

It takes more than ten steps to walk from the courtyard gate to the villa gate.

Shang Luyan's body surface was hot, Jian Bai took three steps and made two steps, abruptly walked the path with seven or eight steps, then opened the door and put him on the sofa, turned around and went into the kitchen to pour water.

The heat of the spine spread to the limbs along the nerves, and Shang Luyan twisted his body a little uncomfortable.

The coat covering his head slid to the ground, his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and everything he looked at was covered with a layer of mist.

Jian Bai poured out the water, and saw Shang Luyan lying on the sofa with his left shoulder propped up, his red lips parted, and his gray-blue eyes dripping with water.

Under the reflection of the light, the burning desire in his eyes was invisible.

Sweat wet Shang Luyan's slender neck, and with the ups and downs of his hands, the small sweat-soaked mole on the mandible looked moist and sexy.

Jian Bailian walked over and put the water glass on the coffee table.

Shang Luyan, who was dealing with himself, raised his wet eyes, and his gray-blue pupils looked at him for a moment, then turned over and continued.

An hour later, Shang Luyan lay on his back on the sofa as if exhausted.

The blush on his face hadn't faded, he lazily raised his eyelids to see how long he had been beating, and he just stared at Jian Bailian who had been staring at him for so long.

"Human Teddy, please be considerate."

He deliberately said something.

The expression on Jian Bailian's face was calm, his extremely dark eyes were filled with ink-like colors, and he stared straight at him: "Is it over?"

Just as Shang Luyan was about to say "almost", he felt a hot mist that made his mouth dry.

The desire that had just been suppressed suddenly stirred up violently again.

Shang Luyan cursed in a low voice, gritted his teeth, turned his back and started from the beginning.

After repeating this for more than three hours, Shang Luyan couldn't take it anymore, his eyes turned red, and he held himself and looked at Jian Bailian.

"...Bite me."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, he could bend and stretch his voice softly and said again: "Please...Jian Bailian."

As soon as the voice fell, a shadow fell in front of his eyes.

Jian Bai held the back of his head with one hand, and half-accepted him in her arms.

The thin lips rubbed against the sensitive glands, and the old pervert didn't bite immediately, but asked him in a low voice, "Are you still moving?"

The voice was deep and dull, piercing the eardrums like a tongue of fire.

Shang Luyan's spine trembled, all he wanted was for him to bite quickly, "...not moving anymore."

"Can you be obedient in the future?"

"......can."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Professor Jian Da stopped torturing people.

Rubbing his cheek against Shang Luyan's neck, he quickly and forcefully bit his gland, and then slowly injected the pheromone.

Light citrus mint and tangy white peach oolong come together.

The taste smells sweet and cold.

It's hard for Shang Luyan to describe what it feels like.

The old-fashioned point is that the fire met the heavy rain, and he couldn't put out the fire no matter what. Jian Bai spent a little pheromone to solve it lightly and skillfully.

Ten minutes later, Shang Luyan regained his composure.

"I," he opened his mouth uncomfortably, "I want to take a shower."

"The bathroom is over there," Jian Bailian pointed in the direction, "Don't wash for too long."

"Oh."

Shang Luyan responded in a low voice, then went to find a set of clothes in his backpack, turned around and went into the bathroom as if hiding.

Warm water poured down, and after a while, hot mist filled the bathroom.

Shang Luyan lowered his head and stood under the shower, waiting for the warm water to wake him up before brushing his limp forehead hair.

Thinking of doing that thing in front of Jian Bailian just now, he felt his face flushed and his mind go berserk.

He wasn't like this before...

Why is it like this now?

Thinking of Wei Xiao's wretched and obscene face, and thinking that when he was dominated by desire, he begged Jane for a little pheromone like a bitch in heat, Shang Luyan felt depressed and irritable.

I really want to dig out the goddamn glands.

Shang Luyan rubbed the back of his neck as if venting his anger, and suddenly felt a thin rope.

He looked down and found that he had a black rope hanging around his neck and a ring on it.

The small silver ring with a simple style looks expensive and textured, and there are two cursive English letters engraved on the inner ring.

SZ.

WTF?The ring was given back second-hand.

poisonous.

Shang Luyan scolded Jian Bailian several times in his heart, dawdled and washed for nearly an hour, and did not put on his clothes until his slender and fair fingers were soaked into wrinkles.

Jian Bailian was no longer in the living room.

Shang Luyan glanced at the sofa with a guilty conscience, and found that the things on it had also been cleaned up, and a new sofa cover was replaced.

Black bronzing embroidery, the color looks luxurious and dull.

Sure enough, it is the taste that only an old man will have.

As soon as Shang Luyan walked to the sofa, he heard a burst of excited dog barking from behind diagonally.

The fat and strong Samoyed ran out of the small room on the side, stopped at his feet, and kicked the dog's head against him vigorously.

Shang Luyan was so arched that he fell down on the sofa, pressing one hand on the edge of the sofa, and the other on Samoyed's head, exerting some strength to hold the silly dog ​​down.

"Be honest," Shang Luyan looked at it, "Don't think you're cute and I won't beat you up."

Samoyed seemed to understand what he said, rolled his two dark eyeballs, stuck out his tongue and exhaled, looking harmless.

Shang Luyan was not in the mood to play with it, so he got up and walked to the corner of the stairs, wanting to go up but not wanting to.

Just as he was hesitating, when he turned his gaze, he saw Samoyed's room.

Jian Bailian probably really dotes on this silly dog. Not only does he have a separate room, but there is also a 1.9-meter-large bed inside.

Looking down at the Samoyed around his feet, raising his eyes and squinting at him, Shang Luyan thought thoughtfully, "It doesn't look dirty."

He bent down and licked the dog's head, and sniffed it closely.

The hair is smooth and soft, and it smells like shower gel. It is a clean and silly dog.

Samoyed didn't understand what he was doing, and looked at him strangely with his dog's head tilted.

Shang Luyan squatted down, put one arm on the Samoyed, and discussed with it as if he was a good brother, "Silly dog, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Samoyed: "Wow."

No.

Shang Luyan tugged at its ears, trying to persuade it, "I don't snore when I sleep, it's very quiet."

Samoyed: "Wow~~Wow..."

No... no.

Shang Luyan held his chin up helplessly, tilted his head and looked at it.

The silly dog ​​didn't back down.

Shang Luyan lost all patience, so he simply bowed hard, "If you can't do it, you have to do it, or you don't sleep."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked around the Samoyed to the house.

The quilt is a soft baby blue, dotted with cartoon patterns, which looks a bit like Judy the Rabbit from Zootopia.

Shang Luyan was so tired that he lifted the quilt and lay down directly.

As a result, before the quilt was covered, Samoyed jumped up and pressed on him, swearing his sovereignty excitedly.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The ribs of Shang Luyan's waist and abdomen were almost broken by it, his brows were wrinkled, and then he stretched out two arms to hug it.

"do not move."

He turned over and lay on his side, stroking the smooth and soft fur of the Samoyed as if to appease a little lover, half-closed his eyelids and whispered, "I'll just sleep for one night."

"Be good, I'll buy you dog food tomorrow."

"Be obedient, Bayang."

Samoyed: "..."

Samoyed: "Wow, woof!" It's Wuyang.

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