Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

In the bedroom of the apartment, Fu Jin sat beside the bed and watched over An Ting. An Ting entered the estrus in advance because of Fu Lu and his pheromones. An Ting was lying on the bed tossing and turning, already sweating profusely.

Fu Jin himself was actually not feeling well. Because he had released too many pheromones to Fu Lu just now, he was about to enter a susceptible period.

Fu Jin looked at An Ting. His thoughts were constantly torn between sanity and collapse. He didn't know how to choose. He didn't want An Ting to hate him. This was his biggest fear.

Suddenly, An Ting turned sideways and grabbed his wrist. Due to estrus, An Ting's voice became like eating sesame paste, which made people feel sweet.

"Fu Jin, helpme..."

An Ting didn't know what was going on with him at this time. His brain seemed to be on standby and he was at a loss.

"Fu Jin, helpme..."

It's not that Fu Jin couldn't hear An Ting's request, it's just that he was struggling.

Should it or shouldn’t it be...

Fu Jin took a deep breath. He approached An Ting, grabbed An Ting's hair and asked in a low voice: "Do you really not regret it? Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"No regrets……"

An Ting's answer was entirely because he was in estrus now and his reason had been completely submerged. Such an answer did not count at all.

Fu Jin didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, but he was about to enter a susceptible period, and he didn't know if he could still maintain the sanity of a 'gentleman'.

"An Ting, I don't want to take advantage of others."

An Ting's eyes were filled with tears, and her eyelashes were fluttering like a fan, which directly fascinated Fu Jin's mind.

"This feels very strange, Fu Jin, what's wrong with me?"

"An'an, let me ask you one last time, can you accept it? Can you accept me?"

An Ting's consciousness was blurred. He couldn't hear what Fu Jin was saying at all. He just held Fu Jin's hand.

"Fu Jin, please..."

……

A week later, An Ting sat on the bed, looking at everything in the room, and the memories in his mind began to hit him like a tsunami.

How long had he been in the room?

What has he been doing during this time?

What's going on between him and Fu Jin?

What about the younger brother who looks just like Fu Jin?

An Ting felt as if his head was going to explode. When he saw Fu Jin, he froze on the spot.

he……

He and Fu Jin...

"Boss Fu, we..."

"Sorry, I marked you permanently."

An Ting didn't quite understand what the words permanent mark meant, so he immediately asked: "What is a permanent mark?"

"It means that from now on you only belong to me."

"What do you mean?" An Ting was completely confused, as if the sky had fallen when he woke up.

Fu Jin pushed the wheelchair in front of An Ting. He smelled the smell of agave all over An Ting's body. At this moment, he was in a good mood.

However, he did not show a particularly happy expression in front of An Ting. Instead, he looked at An Ting with a troubled face and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken advantage of others. I'm sorry, if you hate me, I hate you." Me, you can hit me or cut off one of my hands, but I have only one request, don’t ignore me.”

Fu Jin is now like a little dog asking for forgiveness for doing something wrong. The sad expression on his face makes An Ting feel that he is the perpetrator.