i want your pheromones

"I'm sorry, I made the kitchen dirty, I'll clean it up right away." Qiao Jin nodded lightly, and whispered in frustration after a while: "I'll go back to sleep right away."

Lu Jianzhou glanced at his hand that had been behind his back all the time, ignored the slight soreness in his heart, frowned slightly and asked, "Is your hand hurt?"

"No." Qiao Jin hastily stretched out his hand to show him, "No injury."

Lu Qiazhou finged his fingertips, and wrapped the five thin white fingers in his palm, scaring him in a low voice: "Don't hurt your hand, otherwise you will beat you, hear it?"

Qiao Jin nodded immediately.

"Go and wash your face, and come over for some soup later."

Lu Xianzhou rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, put on his gloves, grabbed a fish out of the bucket, quickly removed the scales, removed the head, cleaned it, put it in the pot and boiled it, and put the onion and ginger he had just chopped into it .

Qiao Jin was still in a daze, why...he finished it so neatly, the fish didn't seem to struggle a few times.

Lu Jianzhou took off his gloves and put them on the chopping board. He turned around and saw that he hadn't left yet. "Your feet still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll wash my hands right away."

Qiao Jin hurriedly turned around and ran to the bathroom to wash his face. Seeing that the front of his clothes was a little wet, he ran up to change clothes and came down. He stopped suddenly when he reached the kitchen door.

Lu Jianzhou's sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his lean and powerful arms. From fingertips to wrists, it seemed to contain infinite strength.

For a moment, he felt that Lu Xianzhou seemed to be omnipotent, even if the sky fell, he could hold it up with one hand casually, and he didn't know anything like himself, he didn't seem like a person in the same world.

Feng Chaoen and Feng Yusheng were like a puddle of mud when they were drunk, talking nonsense and losing their temper, but Lu Xianzhou was able to cook himself sober soup when he was drunk.

He is really, really good.

Lu Qianzhou didn't know what the kid behind him was thinking, so he cut the bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms with lowered eyes. In fact, Aunt Li used to prepare hangover soup for him, but he seldom drank it. I fell asleep, and later found out that he didn't drink, so I didn't prepare any more.

Going home tonight is the same as usual, planning to rest after finishing the work, but the child came to cook him soup and made a mess in the kitchen.

When he came over, he saw the mess in the kitchen, he choked on his chest and wanted to scold him for what he was doing, but when he saw him cautiously saying that he was drunk, his heart softened somehow.

He even cooks by himself, after all, he hasn't cooked for many years.

Lu Xianzhou attributed his ailment to the fact that he was a little unconscious after drinking too much wine, and he didn't intend to think too much, when he heard the sound of breathing behind him going back and forth, he stabbed the tip of the knife, but didn't look back.

"What are you doing standing at the door? I'm afraid I'm so afraid that I don't even dare to come in the kitchen?"

"No, I'm not afraid of you." Qiao Jin took a light breath, brainwashing himself that he wasn't scary at all, but before he finished his mental training, he heard the voice slightly hoarse from drinking: "Joe Joe, get the tofu from the fridge."

Qiao Jin hurriedly opened the refrigerator. Aunt Li put a lot of seasonal vegetables and fruits, all of which were washed clean. The huge strawberries were bright red, and he swallowed instinctively.

Lu Xianzhou just turned around, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and when he handed over the tofu, he pretended to be casual and said: "It's cold and you will get a stomachache if you eat it, don't eat more, take three."

Qiao Jin was stunned for a second, and then he realized that he opened the refrigerator and took three out. He twitched his fingers back and forth a few times, and took another one from the bowl.

Lu Qianzhou said three, and glanced back, only to see that he was holding four strawberries and closing the door of the refrigerator, and asked him with a gloomy face: "Can't count three? How dare you be disobedient in front of me, want to... "

Qiao Jin took a deep breath, squeezed the biggest one from his palm, handed it to his lips, and boldly said, "Here... here you are."

Lu Xianzhou's lips were cold, but his heart was hot, as if what was placed on his lips was not a cold strawberry but a small hot coal.

The fresh scent of strawberries brought cool air to the tip of his nose. He looked at Qiao Jin's innocent face with dark eyes. He had just changed his clothes, and a piece of fair skin was slightly exposed at the neckline, and his delicate and beautiful collarbone was looming.

Omega was born petite, he looked up at himself holding a strawberry, his lips opened and closed slightly like a red and tender jelly as he breathed, his face was full of childish youthfulness, and his whole body exuded the smell of soft and sweet milk.

Lu Xianzhou's eyes were gloomy, and he was unconsciously aroused by the pheromone fluctuations. His heart was burning with excitement, and he slowly bullied Qiao Jin, his eyes fell on his lips and the delicate side of his neck.

He was thinking about where to start the mouth. There should be sweet milk in his mouth, and the skin on the side of his neck is more delicate. If he held his wrist in his arms and forcibly absorbed his pheromone smell, he should be on the spot Cry, or tremble.

Their pheromone compatibility is 99%, no matter how afraid they are, they will definitely be seduced by the pheromones of both sides to make them happy, and finally succumb to his Alpha pheromone, and follow him to sink step by step.

Looking at his delicate and reddish cheeks, Lu Qianzhou could hardly bear to watch his crying voice mixed with rationality and rejection, and couldn't help but let the tears fall on the back of his hands and on his body.

Lu Xianzhou felt that not only his heart was burning, but other places were also burning. Something was burning rapidly, affecting his reason, making him unable to think, and just wanted to reach out.

"Lu...Mr. Lu." Seeing that he was silent, Qiao Jin called him nervously.

"Qiao Qiao." His voice was almost hoarse to the extreme, with a bright and romantic atmosphere, he asked him in a hoarse voice: "Do you know what feeding a man means?"

Qiao Jin shook his head in a daze, and said, "But you don't have anything to hold."

No more hands.

Lu Xianzhou looked at the strawberry close at hand, and was suddenly awakened by his words without any purpose. He closed his eyes and exhaled lightly, letting out the evil spirit in his heart that had arisen from being drunk. The fire was suppressed.

He'll feed himself just because he's cooking and doesn't have hands to get it.

That's it.

"I washed my hands, it's not dirty."

Seeing that he didn't eat, Qiao Jin thought it was because he thought his hands were dirty, so he quickly put down the strawberries and spread his fingers in front of him to show him, "I washed my hands after changing clothes, really."

The author has something to say: Salty Congee Mr. Lu: I can't move it, I can't move it at all.