The air conditioner in the room was closed regularly by Chen Ting and stopped when he woke up in the morning. The slightly stuffy air was filled with pheromones released unconsciously from Chen Ting's sleep. The rich aroma of sweet wine filled the breath of inhalation.

Since he entered April pregnancy, this situation has happened almost every morning, and Chen Ting has never been used to it.

He didn't like too thick curtains. It was probably because Lian Jue went to his room a few times before, and noticed that the curtains in his room were always open. Later, he asked someone to come and change him to the light-transparent curtains with a tulle texture.

The morning light was abundant but not dazzling, and the warm light spread evenly into the room. He slowly opened his eyes and calmed down for a while, raised his hand to press the swelling and painful temples, and slowly pulled out his slightly sore arms from Kang Tong's arms.

Chen Ting did not sit up from the bed, and looked at Kang Tong who was still sleeping soundly beside him. Although he noticed that most people here could not smell his pheromone, he still got out of bed and went open the windows - he couldn't smell it, and he didn't know whether the pheromone had any effect on the people here. After all, his pheromone smell was really not healthy for the children...

The morning breeze in summer is not too cool when it blows on your body, but it is soft, as if it is a little sunny.

I don’t know if it was because I had a heavy conversation with Kang Tong last night, and Chen Ting didn’t sleep well that night. He had a messy dream all night, but when he first opened his eyes, he felt his chest was blocked and dull.

As a result, when he turned over and sat up again, the dream had forgotten everything.

As soon as he woke up, his brain was not very clear. Chen Ting had not stood in front of the window and was stunned for a while. He dispelled the chaos in his mind and noticed that his body was weaker than usual today. He straightened his waist and back, stretched his waist lightly and slowly, twisted his neck again, trying to move his muscles and bones. But he felt a more awkward feeling for nothing.

He raised his hand and touched the glands that were burning slightly under the skin of his neck. The sour and soft feeling seemed to penetrate directly from the bone cracks, making his bones feel uncomfortable.

His eyes were staring out of the window without focus, and his slender fingers walked around the gland and gently massaged the surrounding skin, trying to alleviate the pheromone disorder that was temporarily uncontrollable due to pregnancy reactions.

Suddenly, I heard the "drip" sound when the electronic door on the first floor opened. Chen Ting did not lower his eyes and happened to see Lian Jue walking out of the house.

Lian Jue wore formal clothes as usual, and the fitted suit jacket outlined the tight and bright waist-back lines. The legs under the ironed trousers were straight and slender. Chen Ting didn't think Lian Jue's dressing style was really single, and the colors were also unified and dark. He rarely saw bright colors on him, which was consistent with the feeling that Lian Jue gave people - so steady that it was a bit boring.

Chen Ting didn't see him lifting his arm and looking at his wrist watch. He should be in a hurry and accelerated his pace a little, but he didn't show any hurdle.

As he walked to the stone path in the middle of the courtyard, Lian Jue paused a little, and suddenly raised his head and looked upstairs for unknown reasons. Soon, Lian Jue's eyes were mixed with a shallow wave in the initial calm, and the thin and beautiful lips shape moved straight to the corners of his lips because of his pursing lips.

Chen Tingwei didn't expect that he would suddenly look over, and his eyes were caught off guard and collided with Lian Jue's gaze. He had nowhere to hide for a while, so he had to bite the bullet and look at him, and silently said to him with his mouth: "Good."

Before Chen Ting finished speaking, seeing Lian Jue's eyes slowed down, he suddenly realized that Lian Jue might not be able to see his mouth clearly because he was separated by two floors.

But Kang Tong was still sleeping in the room, so he had to smile gently at Lian Jue without opening his mouth again.

After a few seconds, Lian Jue nodded to him calmly, then withdrew his eyes back, quickly walked out of the yard, and got into the black car parked at the gate of the yard.

Chen Ting did not watch the car leave, and turned around. The smell of wine in the air seemed to have dissipated a lot, but the faintly hot back of his neck was still releasing pheromones outwards.

Chen Ting didn't open the air conditioning in the room, and it wouldn't be too cold when the windows were opened in this weather. He picked up the thin quilt on the ground when Kang Tong turned over, put the corner of the quilt on Kang Tong's exposed belly on the exposed belly of the wrinkled pajamas, and took it out.

I thought it was the same pheromonal disorder as the previous few times, and it would be better after a while, but this familiar feeling was so fierce that he could not suppress his dizzy and drunkenness for only one morning. Even when lunch was lunch, Kang Tong, who was not sensitive to his pheromonal, smelled a little sweet smell on him, and he found a reason to evade him.

Fortunately, Kang Tong had a lot of trust in him and had no doubts. He just told him to eat less candy, otherwise his teeth would break.

Chen Ting didn't respond, but his heart became more and more panicked.

After lunch, Chen Ting did not sit on the sofa and knitted a scarf for Kang Tong, but his attention was too difficult to concentrate. He was stabbed by the tip of the needle several times, so Kang Tong refused to let him do it.

Kang Tong knelt on the sofa, looked at Chen Tingwei's slightly pale face, and asked, "Weiwei, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Because his biological father passed away due to illness, Kang Tong has always had a deep fear of getting sick. Anyone around him feels a little uncomfortable, it will make him nervous. He touched Chen Tingwei's forehead and could feel the heat, but he was not sure if he had a fever. "Do you want to see a doctor? I'll call my father..."

"Uncle is fine." Chen Ting did not hold his hand and shook his head at him, "Dad is very busy, don't disturb him."

Kang Tong's eyes were red with anxiety: "But you..."

"It's really okay." Chen Ting didn't resist the discomfort, touched his face, made a relaxed expression, pulled his hand on his stomach, and said with an excuse, "It's the little baby who is playing naughty."

Kang Tong carefully touched his round belly. After a while, he seemed to really feel the slight beating under his belly.

Kang Tong raised his head and asked Chen Tingwei: "Does it hurt?"

"There's a little bit." Chen Tingwei said to him, "It'll be fine in a while, it's okay."

Kang Tong knelt on the floor, approaching Chen Tingwei's stomach, and whispered to his lower abdomen: "Baby, be good, otherwise Weiwei will hurt very much."

Chen Ting had not stroked his stomach and barely raised a smile from the corner of his mouth.

The home clothes on my body are made of soft pure cotton, but under stimulation of pheromone, my chest becomes tingling due to congestion and is also unresponsive. It is rubbed by the fabric soaked in cold sweat and is filled with a stinging pain.

The damp clothes were pressed against their bodies, and they were blown by the air conditioner in the living room and became cold. The cold and hot fight in his senses. Before Chen Ting pulled the clothes, he had to return to the room, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

He didn't use too hot water when taking a shower, worried that his consciousness, which was not very clear, was completely steeped in the heat, so he rushed out casually.

His brain became a little clearer, and he came out of the room, afraid that Kang Tong would worry about him, so he showed an as if nothing had happened. He asked Kang Tong if he wanted to do anything.

Kang Tong knew that he was uncomfortable and did not dare to make trouble for him. He shook his head and said that he wanted to do his summer homework and asked him to sit down and rest.

Kang Tong might be really worried about him, and he followed him all afternoon. Chen Tingwei laughed and cried and emphasized not to worry a few times. He nodded, but he didn't dare to relax at all when he was holding Shen Tingwei. Chen Tingwei had to touch his head and nestle on the sofa with the cat. Kang Tong lay on the coffee table to write math problems. Occasionally, when he encountered questions that he couldn't get it or could not do, Chen Tingwei would come over to tell him.

Chen Ting was exhausted all over. He leaned against the sofa and was dizzy by the smell of alcohol. He didn't know when he fell asleep. He only knew that the sky was already dark when he woke up. He covered his body with a thin blanket covered with cartoon patterns, and the cat was still asleep on the other corner of the sofa, but Kang Tong didn't know where he ran.

He sat up from the sofa, picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the light, and looked around.

"Tongtong?" Chen Ting didn't say anything, then he realized that his voice was hoarse.

He frowned and cleared his throat. The door of the room "dripped". Kang Tong walked in with a few plastic bags. Seeing the lights in the room were on, he asked, "Weiwei, are you awake?"

Chen Tingwei responded with a hoarse voice, "Yes", and turned his head: "Are you out?"

"I went to the shopping mall in front to buy a lot of delicious food~" Kang Tong changed his slippers, ran over, took out the lunch boxes in the bag one by one and placed them on the coffee table, and pushed them to Chen Tingwei like offering treasures. "This is so delicious, so many people are queuing up, you can try it."

Chen Tingwei took a look at the things he bought, not only snacks, but also vegetables and porridge.

It's because he feels uncomfortable and doesn't want him to cook anymore...

Chen Tingwei's heart was warmed by the well-off children, and he said yes.

The sleepiness faded, and the strange heat surged in his body. He took a cucumber from the cardboard box handed over by Kang Tong, chewed it slowly, and couldn't taste it for a long time.

Kang Tong noticed that Chen Tingwei's nose was covered with thin beads of sweat, and tilted his head and asked, "Weiwei, are you very hot?"

Chen Ting didn't respond casually, Kang Tong hesitated a little and said, "But Dad said that the air conditioner cannot be adjusted too low, and you and your baby will get sick..."

Chen Ting took out a tissue and wiped off his sweat, and smiled at him: "It's just that I'm sleeping hot, and it'll be fine in a while."

After finishing the dinner in a daze, Kang Tong helped him pack the table and lunch boxes, and then lay on the table to write homework for a while.

When the wall clock in the living room rang for the second time, Kang Tong took his summer homework back to the room to take a shower and go to bed - he was scolded yesterday and dared not go to bed so late today.

Before Chen Ting finished saying good night to him, he helped him close the lamp and the door. After removing the spirit that was strongly supported in front of Kang Tong, his whole body seemed to have lost his strength. His forehead was against the cold door panel. His newly changed pajamas had been wet with sweat again, and they were hot with body temperature, and sticky and wet land was pressed against his body.

Chen Tingwei's breath was filled with boiling and scented alcohol, which made his consciousness gradually become hazy.

The cold sweat oozing from his forehead made him unable to resist the door panel. The light downstairs was not turned off, but he couldn't hold it anymore. He pressed the door with his slender white and slender hands and held the door and slowly walked towards his room with his support against the wall.

The slippers that were not soft-soled on the carpet were stepped on, and each foot could not feel the real feeling, so the pace was slower. The corridor was lit with warm wall lights, which melted into large dim halos in his increasingly blurred vision. This corridor seemed to be unable to walk through, and was shaken by the light and shadow so that it could not be seen.

His brain was in a daze, and the only remaining consciousness told him that he should go to a safe and familiar place immediately.

So Chen Ting did not follow his body's instinct and walked towards a door - he seemed to know where he led, but he didn't seem to be so clear. But the out-of-control desire forced him to make a choice quickly. When his hand touched the cold door handle, all the hesitation and hesitation disappeared with the movement of pressing the handle. He was so soft that he could hardly stand and his body staggered into the door as he pushed in.
Chapter completed!