Chapter 128:

The pheromone thirst continued until the end of February, and the dream changed overnight and became even more daunting: he finally caught where he was, where he caught it, and where he raped.
In the glass greenhouse under the sun, the flower stand was tilted east and west, and the earth splashed. He imprisoned He An in the corner of the greenhouse, forcing him to kneel on his knees, holding his back from the back, brutally in and out, but ... this didn't work at all.
does not work.
No matter how long he did, he couldn't shoot.
Omega's neck was empty, and there was no drop of pheromone after biting it. Zheng Feiyu pinned all the oasis of hope, just a mirage in the yellow sand. He was tortured with red blood in his eyes, unbearable pain in the lower abdomen, holding He An's waist almost collapsed, and begging him to give himself a little lily of the valley.
It's just a little bit worse, please, please give it to me.
However, Nanke's dream was originally illusory. Where did the lily of the valley come from?
Every morning in the morning, Zheng Feiyu wakes up in the pain of the climax. He was lying on the bed, gritting his teeth, and soaking up for a second and a second, his neck and blue tendons collapsed, and his ears were filled with a loud heartbeat. About a quarter of an hour later, sweat soaked the sheets, and the hard and hot organs gradually weakened.
As soon as the mind was relaxed, his wrist pained again.
He rested his left hand on the edge of the bed, tied a thick rope around his wrist, tied it twice, and tied it tightly to the head of the bed. With a little movement, the sticky flesh was torn apart, and the pain was so cold.
He sat up, leaned back against the bedside, and slowly untied the knot with his right hand.
This was tied by himself before going to bed. He was afraid he would break away at night, so he used to bind his left wrist. After a night of struggling, his blood was mottled. The blood at the wound begins to coagulate. You must first carefully pull the rope away from the flesh, wipe away the blood stains, apply iodine better than no disinfection, and then tie a dark ribbon to cover it-the ribbon cannot be tied too tightly and rubs frequently It is easy to hurt, and it ca n’t be too loose, lest a careless wound come out in front of the face.
He An asked him that day whether he had recovered from spousal disease.
He lied.
The underlying addiction can never be withdrawn, and can only be controlled by violent means, such as ropes, handcuffs, sleeping pills ... The harder the struggle, the more necessary it is.
The wound on the wrist was too late to heal during the day, and a new wound was added at night. The thick rope frayed the tender skin, and a bright red pool of blood leaked out. In a few months, the skin of Xu Xuan's skin was not complete.
Zheng Feiyu didn't know how long he could hold on.
But he knew that the day he couldn't hold on would be the day he had to give up He An.
This night, the dream changed again.
Zheng Feiyu had a terrible headache. His blood was like a barrel of ignited gasoline, boiling under the hot skin. The surroundings were strange and strange, and various indescribable ghosts were skewed in color, and kept flashing back and forth. The previous scene was the Yuanjiang Villa open on all sides, and the latter scene became the dark green fruit inn.
He was delirious, unable to tell where he was, and lost his way.
The only clear center of the field of vision is only one door.
A door he thought about for a few months, even dreaming of breaking into the door—the room was off-white blankets, dolls sitting side by side, baby clothes exuding the fragrance of laundry detergent, and he Omega and children.
All these scenes were mysterious in the past, but now he knows it.
He couldn't wait, stumbling through the courtyard, raised his elbow, and smashed the door roughly.
He An screamed in horror.
Zheng Feiyu endured a bleeding heart, strode forward to cover He An's mouth. He pressed his knees against the edge of the bed and pressed people under him, desperately holding back: "Don't call, don't cry ... baby, please don't ..."
I can only touch you in my dreams.
"... Don't make me dreamless."
He begged hard.
He An blinked slowly, as if he really understood what he was saying, but he no longer struggled and gradually became quiet. He was so beautiful, Zheng Feiyu looked at it obsessively, stretched out a pair of trembling hands, gently held his face, then leaned down and kissed those two lips.
He An, don't hide anymore, just stay here. I will treat you well and double the compensation for everything I owed.
Don't hide again.
Please.
Kissing and kissing, Fei Zheng suddenly stopped.
He seems to ... smell the lily of the valley?
Thin, but real, just a few centimeters away from him. The taste is extremely pure, waiting for him to siege the city and inject the Alpha pheromone that symbolizes possession.
He grabbed He An's pajama collar and yanked aside, revealing a half-shoulder and a neck.