【ABO】People think they just want to be salted fish after rebirth

The place where Wen Yan was arranged to live was very close to the place where Chu Yuan was imprisoned, but only separated by a wall.

Wen Yan guessed that in his previous life, Chu Yuan should have placed his dying self in the Marshal's Mansion.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan's mind came back to the man who was forced to sleep not long ago, and a tinge of distress flashed in his heart.

Even if the matching degree test is zero, Chu Yuan's spiritual body still likes him as in his previous life.

Wen Yan thought maybe he could do something.

It's just that, first of all, he has to find out who are the trustworthy people around Yuan.

Don't blame him for being too vigilant, the main reason is that he has suffered too much in his previous life.The current Wen Yan, except for Chu Yuan, has no way to open his heart to others.

After suddenly relaxing, Wen Yan realized that his body had stretched to the limit.

She didn't sleep all night last night, and Wen Yan's shark tail was still in its infancy.

That is to say, as long as Wen Yan is used for a long time, the part below the thigh will become sore and unbearable.

If it is injured, even if it is the most common abrasion, a large bruise will soon spread around the broken skin, followed by swelling.

A small injury that was invisible to others would take about a week to heal on Wen Yan's leg.

After dragging his tired and sore legs to the bathroom to wash up, Wen Yan returned to the room, touched the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe Wen Yan has been in a state of tension these days, or maybe he has used his legs too much. In the early morning, Wen Yan's body began to heat up.

The pajama pants that Wen Yan was wearing were shorts that reached to the thighs. After his body warmed up, his legs felt sticky due to sweating, so he unconsciously kicked off the quilt.

The sudden coolness relieved Wen Yan's slightly frowning brows.

But only for a moment.

A comfortable cool is followed by a cold.

Wen Yan subconsciously knew that his current state was very wrong, and he tried to struggle to get the quilt in a daze, but it was of no avail after all.

The eyes are like heavy weights, and they cannot be opened for life or death.

The scorching breath became more and more rapid...

Suddenly, a warm heat source approached.

The thick fur surrounded Wen Yan's whole body, and what rushed into his nostrils was a reassuring and familiar smell.

This is……

"Chu Yuan." Wen Yan, who was buried under the white tiger, murmured.

Hearing this call, Baihu let out a low growl, but there was endless tenderness in his thick voice.

The next day.

It was already noon when Wen Yan woke up.

After washing his still uncomfortable legs, Wen Yan vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had a nightmare last night.

He dreamed that he suddenly had a fever in the middle of the night, and it was the appearance of the white tiger that saved him.

But how is it possible?

As soon as Wen Yan opened the door, he saw Qin Yi standing not far away, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Good morning, Mr. Wen." Qin Yi greeted with a cold face.

Wen Yan replied, "Good morning."

Qin Yi came to take him out to familiarize himself with the environment.

He would not let Wen Yan go until he had studied why Chu Yuan's spiritual body Baihu was so friendly to a young man with zero pheromone matching.

After all, Qin Yi would never give up any chance that might alleviate the marshal's pheromone disorder.

"Did Marshal Shen Mian's mental body change last night?" Wen Yan asked suddenly while walking halfway.

Qin Yi looked back at Wen Yan for a moment, seemed to be sure of something, and said slowly and firmly: "No."?