Lian Jue Xijing had been living in a villa in the suburbs earlier, but later she had a child and the school was too far away and it was inconvenient. So she bought a larger house in the city and moved it over. The house here was always empty. Lian Jue never thought about selling it, but she didn't want to keep it for anything. It was just that she spent a lot of energy to choose a house, which was a pity to sell it.

The car drove into the yard and had not stopped yet, and someone came out to hear the sound.

When the assistant saw Lian Jue getting out of the car, he was stunned at first, then quickly walked up to him, nodded and shouted: "Mr. Lian."

Lian Jue entered the door, took off his coat, and the assistant behind him took it over. The surprise in his previous expression had already calmed down: "Why are you here?"

Lian Jue didn't say anything and loosened his tie: "Where is the person?"

“On the second floor guest bedroom.”

Before Chen Ting was still in a shallow sleep, his arm was pulled gently, and his drowsy consciousness was slightly restored. He struggled to shake off the chaos in his mind. Before he opened his eyes, he heard a cold male voice in his ears.

"Why are you still sleeping?"

Lian Jue took the thermometer taken out of Chen Tingwei's armpit and looked at the temperature through the faint light of the desk lamp on the bedside table.

The assistant next to him explained: "Mr. Chen's fever has not subsided yet. He has had a routine blood test and there is no major problem. He should be a normal fever. You had an infusion before you came. The doctor said that you would observe it tonight. If the fever does not subside, you will need to go to the hospital for a detailed and comprehensive physical examination tomorrow."

Lian Jue "um" a moment, put away the thermometer, and when he put it down, his eyes paused on the bedside table for a moment, and then looked down at the person on the bed.

Chen Ting had not closed his eyes yet, his face was a bit morbid red, his thick eyelashes were shaking slightly, and his breathing was also heavy.

Lian Jue looked at him for a while, then turned his head slightly toward him: "You go back first."

"Okay, Mr. Lian."

After the assistant left, Lian Jue spoke coldly: "Stop pretending."

Chen Ting didn't have any difficulty facing the ridiculousness of last night. When he heard his words, he felt his ears burning, and it was even more embarrassing to be exposed. It took him a few seconds to slowly open his eyes.

He closed his eyes for a long time, and at first sight, he felt a little uncomfortable and emptied his eyes. After adapting for a while, he tried to turn his gaze.

A tall figure stood beside the bed, with wide shoulders facing the light from the corridor at the door, and a small card was seen in his hand.

——It's his ID card.

Lian Jue's eyes moved from the somewhat dull color photo on the ID. The person in front of him was slightly covered with his eyes and his expression was also dumb, but he was still much more vivid than the photo, especially the pair of delicate willow-leaf eyes. Even without a smile, the thin and upward ends contained a bit of uncontrollable tenderness.

Lian Jue's eyebrows raised slightly, and his words were filled with unconcealed sarcasm: "Work Certificate?"

Chen Ting was stunned for not knowing it, "What..."

Lian Jue obviously didn't plan to stay on this topic for too long, so he threw the card back on the bedside table: "Get up when you wake up."

When Chen Ting sat up without supporting the bed, his eyes turned black for a moment. Perhaps because his head was a little congested after lying for a long time, or because he had not eaten for too long. He raised his hand and pressed his temple, closed his eyes and took a rest for a while, and then he realized that what Lian Jue said just now might not be a good thing.

His heart sank for a moment, but he didn't refute.

Chen Tingwei failed to find the clip before he fainted from his vague memory. However, judging from the current situation, it was obvious that Lian Jue saved him again.

Chen Ting was sleeping in bed for an afternoon. His shirt was wrinkled by him. His cuffs rushed to his elbows, revealing his thin white forearms. The red marks on his wrists had not yet completely faded, and his slender wrist bones were so fragile that they could break when pinched.

The assistant couldn't figure out Chen Tingwei's identity, so he didn't dare to help him change his clothes rashly, so he only prepared a clean dress next to his pillow.

Chen Tingwei said in a silly voice: "Thank you."

His light voice mixed in the room that was so sweet that it was so sweet that it sounded really not serious.

Lian Jue glanced at him: "Change your clothes and come out."

Lian Jue left without closing the door. Chen Ting had not waited for his footsteps to get far away before raising his hand to unbutton his shirt.

The collar rubbed against the fever glands, and the tormenting numbness spread down the spine. Chen Tingwei's hand paused, leaned against the head of the bed and breathed slowly, waiting for the unbearable strangeness to ease before continuing the movements on his hands.

It took him a long time to change his clothes and go downstairs.

Lian Jue sat upright on the sofa, holding a report-like thing in his hand, hearing the sound, putting the thing in his hand down, and looking up at the person who came down the stairs.

Chen Ting came over without a little crampedly. The knitted thin thread on his body was originally a loose style, and the collar was wider because it was not up to size, revealing a thin and slim collarbone. He noticed Lian Jue's sight, and he pulled the collar unnaturally and whispered: "Mr. Lian."

Lian Jue raised his chin to one side.

Chen Ting was not sitting on the single sofa, and the pure cotton gray home pants were a little big, and the legs were loosely hung to the ground. He subconsciously pulled his trouser legs up, and his slender ankles were white in the eyes. Seeing Lian Jue's eyes, he felt that his movements were deliberately and vulgar.

"What do you want."

Lian Jue's facial features are as deep as carved, and when he is tense, he looks so cold that he is not angry.

Chen Tingwei was stunned for a moment, with a little surprised look in his eyes: "I don't understand what you are saying..."

Lian Jue didn't have the patience to go around in circles with him. Before he could finish his answer, he interrupted himself: "Money is still a project."

Chen Ting was not stiff, his hands tightened on his pants, his voice was still hoarse, but it became much colder than before: "Mr. Lian, I am very grateful for saving me. But I didn't sell it."

Lian Jue suddenly laughed and found that it was always difficult for him to maintain the so-called cultivation and demeanor in front of him. His voice couldn't help but mock him: "What are you doing?"

Chen Ting didn't slowly pursed his lips, his expression was a little stiff.

"I took aphrodisiac and went to the street to find someone to have sex?"

Chen Tingwei was speechless by him. Lian Jue's eyes were as sharp as a thorn. Chen Tingwei was a little afraid of his eyes and stared at his knees in panic.

He was in a daze for a moment, and the strange uneasiness in his heart surged up again. His fingers couldn't help but twist the soft fabric of his pants. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to speak.

"What's the smell on you?"

Lian Jue was asked inexplicably and his brows frowned even more: "What does it taste?"

Chen Tingwei's ears were red, his knees pressed together, and he asked with an unnatural expression: "Yesterday, what was the smell on your body...what was that?"

Lian Jue looked coldly at his disguised look: "What's wrong?"

“…”

"aertopkapi." Lian Jue's eyes flashed with confusion in Chen Tingwei's eyes, and he added impatiently, "Perfume. What's wrong."

"Perfume..." Chen Ting repeated without lowering his eyelashes.

"Do you like it?" Lian Jue narrowed his eyes, and looked at his expression and couldn't help but retort, "Or do you want to get heat when you smell that smell?"

Chen Ting did not turn a deaf ear to his sarcasm, and raised his head again, his eyes mixed with emotions that Lian Jue could not understand.

He seemed to be confirming something, looking at Lian Jue: "Aren't you beta?"

Lian Jue stared at Chen Ting with a complicated expression for a while, and realized that his expression was serious without any jokes, and he would almost be angry with him for a moment.

Lian Jue's eyes dimmed, and he felt that this person was extremely unreasonable: "You have gone to me to trace your childhood, right?"

Chen Tingwei didn't understand what he said about tracing back to childhood, and didn't know why Lian Jue always reacted so strangely when he mentioned beta, but Chen Tingwei clearly read out of his eyes. With a little guess, he could understand that the beta that Lian Jue understood was not the same as what he said.

He twisted his pants uneasily, and the vaguely noticed something wrong in his heart finally came to fruition.

Why can’t he buy inhibitors in a pharmacy?

Why do everyone I have seen in the past two days have no pheromones?

Why is everything here so weird that he feels unreal?

...

Chen Tingwei's head was very messy. The more he wanted to figure out his condition, the more messy problems were wrapped in his head. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt dizzy.

Chen Tingwei's expression was too ugly and his movements were too restrained. Lian Jue looked at him and thought of Kang Tong's appearance inconsistently in front of Chen Chulian yesterday.

Lian Jue suppressed his annoyance, coldly withdrew his gaze from him, picked up the physical examination report on the table, and read it roughly.

It's time for someone to check his brain.

The feeling of being barely suppressed was so touched by the smell of alcohol lingering in his nose. Lian Jie repeatedly confirmed it several times, and the blood test report in his hand clearly showed the fact that Chen Ting had not drunk alcohol.

"What's going on with your body?" Lian Jue put down his blood test report and decided to ask him directly, "There is still a smell of alcohol."

Chen Tingwei's breathing was very heavy, and his dry throat made the swallowing movements difficult. After thinking for a while, he found that he could not find a suitable alternative from his fainting brain, so he had to tell the truth.

“…I’m in heat.”

Lian Jue raised his head and looked at Chen Tingwei with an unknown expression.

He felt that the person in front of him could not figure it out. He was crying and panting last night, and he didn't hear Chen Tingwei say half a dirty word. This sentence suddenly made Lian Jue feel a little funny.

This seduction method is simply inferior.
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