Rejecting the Big Shot

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Although Bo Xiyun himself does not hold such views, he also knows that there are indeed people who separate emotion from body.

Psychological insensitivity does not mean that the same is true of physiology.

What's more, this is a world with multiple genders, pheromones and fitness.

Therefore, the current situation is undoubtedly quite bad for Bo Xiyun.

Especially when he noticed that Wen Xiusen in front of him raised his hand and prepared to move, the boy was very vigilant, his beautiful round eyes were full of vigilance.

But the hand with slender phalanges did not behave excessively towards the person, instead it went straight to the medicine bowl on the table.

Wen Xiusen just reached out to take the medicine.

The man's movements seemed to be a little misunderstood by Bo Xiyun, who quickly opened the distance between the two of them.

Bo Xiyun couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

But he didn't relax completely, and kept a cautious distance from Wen Xiusen, and quietly moved to the other side of the sofa.

If it was the previous Bo Xiyun, maybe he really might not understand.

But the experience before falling asleep at the end of the last world was a real lesson for the young man.

For the current Bo Xiyun, even though it was just a memory that he had never personally experienced, it still left a deep impression on him.

So just now, the boy escaped from Wen Xiusen's arms to the other end of the sofa in a panic.

Bo Xiyun didn't even dare to think about whether the heat he felt just now was really what he guessed.

Naturally, he didn't turn his eyes to look carefully again, but at this moment Wen Xiusen was still wearing a thin long windbreaker, the hem of which covered a lot, and he couldn't see anything on his body.

The man's handsome and handsome brows were still dark and cold, as if the sentence "You want to do nothing" just now was not what he said.

When he spoke again, Wen Xiusen only said one sentence.

"Drink medicine."

Not wanting to repeat the accident just now, Bo Xiyun took the medicine bowl on his own initiative, and prepared to drink it by himself, his movements were particularly active and neat.

His attitude was indeed a little obvious, but fortunately the other party did not stop him, he glanced at the young man and then looked away.

Wen Xiusen got up and poured another glass of warm water.

When he left the sofa, he also took away the box of condoms just now.

The interior is so quiet that the slight crunch of sheet plastic rubbing against each other is clearly audible.

As for Wen Xiusen, who was holding the whole extra-large box, his face remained calm, and he skillfully put the lid back on the opened box and put it away.

Bo Xiyun buried his face on the edge of the bowl and tried his best to ignore the abnormal noise of rubbing against his side. He didn't let out a sigh of relief until he was sure that the other party had completely put away the whole box.

With this relaxation, the bitter smell of medicine that hadn't been distracted rushed directly into the boy's nostrils.

"Cough, cough..."

The boy had to cover his mouth and nose, coughed twice, put the medicine bowl on the table for the time being, and continued after a while.

I don't know what treatment this bowl of medicine is for, but the taste is really bitter and pungent.

What the young man wants to drink is traditional Chinese medicine. The medicine soup should be brought back from the hospital after the medicine is caught and fried. There is still a vacuum bag on the table that I haven't had time to throw away.

Bo Xiyun glanced at it, and found that the hospital's logo and medicinal material information were indeed printed on the medicine package.

The color of the medicine juice left in the bag was the same as that in the boy's bowl. It could be seen that apart from the medicine soup from the hospital, there was nothing else in the medicine bowl.

On the label of the medicine package, there was a sentence written by the doctor. The handwriting in traditional Chinese characters was quite flamboyant. In the end, Bo Xiyun could only recognize the two words with half-guessing.

glands.

Wen Xiusen, who had poured warm water, had already come back. The young man at the table took a rest for a while, and then picked up the medicine bowl again, ready to drink it.

But as soon as the thick brown medicinal juice touched his lips, Bo Xiyun felt a tingling and astringent feeling.

With a little more soup, the warm liquid overflowed into the lips and teeth, and there was a pain directly on the tip of the tongue.

The fragile tongue couldn't stand this kind of stimulation, and the delicate throat suddenly contracted, and fear was already born before it was touched by the medicine juice.

The young man originally wanted to grit his teeth and drink all the medicinal soup in one go, but he couldn't hold on to the first sip, so he had to put down the medicine bowl again, covered his lips with his palm, and tried hard to drink the medicinal soup. drink it.

Bo Xiyun is very afraid of suffering. He seems to have been raised in a honey pot since he was a child, and it is difficult to bear even a little bitterness.

Swallowing this sip of soup, the youth's already bloodless lips became a little paler, and his tightly knit eyebrows made people's heart ache.

There was already a pervasive bitter taste between the lips and teeth, and Bo Xiyun took two difficult breaths before making sure he swallowed the medicinal soup.

But the boy hadn't had time to relax a bit, and the nausea that surged overwhelmed his delicate throat in an instant. Even though Bo Xiyun closed his eyes and tried to suppress it for a long time, he still couldn't control it in the end.

"Ahem, um...!"

The overly bitter medicinal soup was still spat out by the young man.

Bo Xiyun was still clutching his lips tightly, the sticky soup flowed down his slender fingers and the heels of his palms, he hurriedly wiped it with paper, his vision was completely blurred by the water vapor, his nasal cavity And a burning pain in the throat.

As for the small half mouthful of the soup, the young man couldn't drink much at all, but at this moment he felt that his throat and stomach were completely burned by the flowing soup.

Not only the medicinal juice was vomited, but everything in the stomach was stirred and poured out.Bo Xiyun couldn't stop retching, but he didn't eat anything today, and the one-tip muffins he had just now were pitifully small, so he couldn't even vomit anything.

The young man was coughing weakly, his thin back trembling helplessly, the outline of the shoulder blades and back were revealed under the soft fabric, like butterfly wings that were trembling.

In the end, he was supported by the man who came back.

The big palm covered the fragile and slender back, and most of Bo Xiyun's body leaned against the opponent's arms.

The man who had finished pouring the water had already taken off his previous overcoat, revealing the gray-blue suit vest and snow-colored shirt inside.The apparently high temperature was transmitted more clearly, silently comforting the young man's slender body that couldn't help but shiver.

Bo Xiyun's vision was still blurred by the water light that had just been stimulated, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He only saw the man who reached out to caress his back with indifferent eyes, as if he thought he was very troublesome. .

But Wen Xiusen was very skillful in taking care of people. The young man felt his uncontrollable nausea subside a lot after being massaged on his back a few times.

He was easily hugged in the arms of the man with long arms, and even the slender white palms that had just been wet with the soup were carefully wiped clean.

Bo Xiyun leaned against the other party weakly, allowing the man to move.The boy's pointed chin rested on the other's warm arm, and his delicate side cheeks pressed against something, which made him feel a little tight.

He moved aside by himself.

After moving it, Bo Xiyun realized that it was the cuff of the suit on Wen Xiusen's arm.

Because of the leaning just now, the boy's cheeks were still slightly reddened by the hoop.

But he didn't have the strength to move any more.

Apart from the man's skilled movements, what gave Bo Xiyun the most comforting feeling was the pheromone that seemed to be snowing in frost and winter.

Obviously Wen Xiusen's pheromone was as unwarming as his own, but it unexpectedly deeply comforted the extremely weak young man at the moment.

Even the severe nausea and dizziness caused by the medicinal soup seemed to have been dispelled a lot.

Bo Xiyun lay in the man's arms, thinking in a daze.

what happened?

Does he have to rely on Mr. Wen's pheromone to drink medicine?

With Bo Xiyun's superficial gender knowledge, plus the drug labels he had seen before.He vaguely guessed that maybe it was because his differentiation was too late and his glands were underdeveloped, which made his body always lacking.

That's why the pheromone from a mature Alpha can appease him.

It's just that these analyzes were of no use in the end, and Bo Xiyun was still not sure that he could drink the remaining medicinal soup.

too bitter.

He even felt like vomiting when he saw the medicine bowl now.

Perhaps it was because Wen Xiusen didn't insist on urging him because he saw that the child really had a shadow on the medicinal soup.

The boy was still in his arms, but Wen Xiusen had already raised his hand to cover the medicine bowl to block the smell of medicine, and then he took out another medicine patch from the medicine bag on the table.

Throughout Wen Xiusen's movements, the boy in his arms didn't move much, and the boy was still thinking in a daze.

Nice long hands...

The medicine patch looked much friendlier than the thick brown soup, and Bo Xiyun didn't show any repulsion, but when the man took the medicine patch with the torn protective seal to the back of Bo Xiyun's neck, the boy suddenly My body tensed up.

"No, um..."

No matter how deficient gender knowledge is for a person, it is impossible not to know where the back of the neck is——

That's where the pheromone glands are located.

Bo Xiyun's skin is thinner, and the tips of the ears and the back of the neck are already more sensitive than ordinary people, let alone now that they have differentiated into Omega.

The medicine patch was clearly intended to be pasted on the glands of the back of the neck, but just as the medicine-smelling patch approached, the young man had a violent reaction, and he curled up to hide in Wen Xiusen's arms.

"Don't, don't... woo..."

The clothes that Bo Xiyun wore were all made of special velvet materials. Even when they were locked up in a small independent western-style building, those people did not skimp on young master Bo's clothing expenses.

Because he has to use this expensive special clothing, so that he will not be allergic or get red and swollen.

But even so, in the past few days after the split, Bo Xiyun was also wearing low-necked clothes, and was forced to expose the delicate skin that was so white and shiny on the back of her neck.

Because the juvenile's delicate newborn glands can't stand the slightest touch.

But now, the man wanted to put the medicine on it, how could Bo Xiyun stand it?

Even without real practice, just imagining the textured sticky skin covering the fragile glands, and the extremely delicate skin being rubbed mercilessly by the medicine patch, the young man could hardly bear it.

When the patch was only one finger away, Bo Xiyun's eyes were already red.

The foreign body that was about to be attached to the back of his neck made him feel very, very uncomfortable. The young man could only use a soft nasal voice to refuse indiscriminately.

"No, Wen Sheng, it hurts... woo, don't..."

If it was really stuck to the gland, it would not be a treatment for Bo Xiyun at all.

But pure punishment.

Xu Shi's weeping voice was so soft that the medicine patch finally stopped when it was about to touch the back of the thin white neck.

The man's hand paused, and then, those slender palms that carried the youth's endless prayers finally put away the medicine as if forgiving.

It wasn't until he saw that the dreaded medicinal patch was placed at a relatively safe distance, and it was unlikely to be taken back, that Bo Xiyun, whose vision was wet, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could completely relax, the next second, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, his curled and fragile eyelashes trembling uncontrollably——

"Woo, woo—!!"

Wen Xiusen did put away the medicine patch that was resisted by the young man in every possible way.

But he directly used his long fingers to touch the gland on the back of Bo Xiyun's long neck!

The extremely sensitive neck can't even bear the friction of the most expensive and soft silk clothing, so how can it resist such a direct touch.The trembling feeling ran up from the thin back like an uncontrolled electric current, and the young man's white skin was instantly wet with thin sweat, and the delicate luster on the white was far more beautiful than the expensive soft satin on the sofa.

The boy finally realized what a serious mistake he had made by unconsciously hiding in the opponent's arms. He instinctively wanted to escape, but his body lost all strength.

And the dictator-like man in front of him couldn't even tolerate this feeble struggle.

The young man's narrow and flexible waist was grasped by big palms, and he was firmly pressed in the arms that could not escape.

And the long finger that caused excessive stimulation on the back of the delicate neck not only did not move away, but pressed further on the delicate gland, and even the rough fingertips even pinpointed the most sensitive area. Little by little rubbing and rubbing.

"Woo... eh, eh...!"

The boy's panting was already shattered, but he was forced into a nasal whimper by the movement of his fingertips.The boy's overly beautiful eyes finally couldn't hold back the accumulated water, and he let the big tears fall with trembling eyelashes.

He has been directly provoked to cry now.

But he didn't understand at all what kind of treatment he would endure next.

The most sensitive and tender part on the back of Omega's neck was stroked so meticulously, methodically, without missing a single inch.

Compared with Wen Xiusen's long fingers, the glandular medicine patch that Bo Xiyun had resisted endlessly before was nothing to mention.

The boy finally knew in despair at this moment.

——This is the real punishment.