law of courtship

Song's original intention was to let Zhilan take a two-hour nap to make up for the lack of sleep last night. If he sleeps for a long time, he will be unable to fall asleep even more at night, and will fall into a vicious circle.

As soon as the o'clock arrived, Song went into the room and picked up Zhilan.

"Wake up," Song patted his cheek, the place touched by his palm was soft and delicate, but the temperature was a little high, Song retracted his hand, carefully observed Zhilan who still had his eyes closed, and found that his cheeks were flushed abnormally, a little Reacts like a fever.

Song put the man back on the bed, took the thermometer and put it under his armpit, Zhilan snorted twice in a daze, shrinking back from the cold thermometer.

Song waited patiently for 10 minutes, took out the thermometer and took a look. It was 37.3°C, which was close to the critical point of normal body temperature, but it was not really a fever.

"Xiaolan, wake up," he patted Zhilan's cheek again, this time with a little strength, Zhilan was tilted by the big palm of alpha, and rubbed his eyes in a daze.

"Dad, don't beat me up..." Zhi Lan obviously hasn't woken up yet, and he didn't know what kind of strange dream he had. He called "Dad" in a sticky milky voice, and Song's father by the bed shook his hand, almost Break off the thermometer in the palm of your hand.

After a few more minutes, Zhilan finally came to his senses, got up slowly, and looked at Song confusedly: "Uncle, what time is it?"

"Do you have any discomfort?" Song answered irrelevantly, with his palms inserted into his forehead, patiently feeling Zhilan's body temperature.

"No, what's the matter?" Zhilan climbed off the bed, quickly folded the quilt with his hands and feet, and bounced around to the bedside to straighten the pillows. He looked very energetic, and most of the flush on his face faded.

"It's nothing." Song frowned and glanced at the thermometer, thinking that he might have made a fuss over a molehill, maybe it was just that the quilt was too thick and the little boy slept so hot that his cheeks were so red.

"Is there any work I need to do today?" Zhi Lan still remembers his own job, and being late has already made him feel uneasy, and it will be unjustifiable if he misses work again.

Song shook his head, threw the clothes on the bedside table into the laundry basket, and planned to take them to the cleaning room for machine washing: "Go and eat something first, and I will take you to exercise later, your body is so weak, which mother bird is willing to give birth to you?" Egg?"

"I had some, but you snatched them away..." Zhi Lan muttered in a voice that only he could hear, and obediently went to the restaurant to find something to eat.

Song had already made lunch for him, and put it in an insulated box, Zhilan swallowed, and carefully opened the lunch box.It is Uncle Song's special vegetarian dish "Fried Meatballs". The tofu is mashed and rolled into balls, and fried in vegetable oil until golden. The surface is covered with chopped walnuts and black sesame.

Zhi Lan didn't expect that Uncle Song would prepare his meals with such care, and he couldn't help but was moved to tears, quickly finished the bowl of meatballs, added vegetables, fruits and milk to accompany the meal, made him [-]% full, and burped comfortably.

After dinner, Zhilan rested for a while, and took the time to comb the cat's fur and shovel the excrement. As soon as he threw the cat's poop into the outdoor trash can, Song took the nape of his neck into the gym.

"From today onwards, you will exercise with me." Song took off his shirt smoothly, revealing a black sports vest.

Song's body is lean but strong, and the well-proportioned muscles on his arms and chest support the full arc of the vest. With long messy hair, he looks wild and unruly. If he hangs a gold chain, he can go out on the street to collect protection fees in minutes.

Zhi Lan was obviously intimidated by his posture, and also took off his shirt, revealing a close-fitting white vest. Song looked back at him, and commented rather disgustingly:

"Sliced ​​chicken."

Zhilan clutched his thin chest awkwardly, his thin noodle-like arms were not thicker than his wrists, and the exposed skin was white and shiny, coupled with that fluffy blue hair, it really looked like a blue-covered and white-stalked plant the mushrooms --

Commonly known as blue thin shiitake mushrooms.

He pouted and protested in a low voice: "Don't report the name of the dish casually, it's scary."

Song curled his lips to scare him: "One day there will be a natural disaster, and I will just use you as an emergency ration."

Zhilan panicked, quickly picked the lightest dumbbell and pretended to lift it twice, then rolled his eyes: "No, no, parrot meat is sour, it definitely doesn't suit uncle's taste."

"Oh?" Song spread out a yoga mat and planned to do some warm-up exercises first to stretch his muscles. "I'm not picky about my food, as long as it's meat."

"Then I won't practice anymore," Zhilan rarely had a little temper, threw the dumbbell aside, and put on a broken attitude: "There is little meat and teeth, so let's do it."

"Oh, give it a try," Song laughed to Zhilan for the first time, but it was a little threatening, and the deep voice made Zhilan shiver.

Song half-kneeled on the yoga mat, grasped the roller with both hands and stretched forward, and then stood up backwards. In this cycle, the strong arms carried the weight of the whole body, and the muscle lines were tense, full of strength.

After finishing three sets of movements, his skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The honey-colored texture was shiny and moist, comparable to fine enamelware. The chest wrapped by the tight vest was more lined, and the belly could be faintly seen as neat as chocolate. muscle silhouette.

Zhi Lan was dumbfounded, both men, Uncle Song's body shape and hormones crushed him by a few blocks, this huge gap made Zhi Lan inexplicably motivated, and grabbed the dumbbells again and began to fiddle with them seriously.

"Aren't you not going to practice?" Song maintained the plank posture, with sharp and serious eyes.

Holding up a 5kg dumbbell, Zhilan huffed and panted heavily: "It's not for you to grow meat, I want to exercise my self-protection ability."

"Okay, I look forward to the day when you can compete with me."

Song stood up neatly, took a towel to wipe his sweat, and after warming up, he shook his hands to relax his muscles, sat on the fitness equipment beside him, and began to conquer the 50kg fixed barbell.

Zhilan was so handsome by Song's bench press posture, squatting aside and staring at his side face seriously, counting the time with the frequency of his breathing and breathing.

"Uncle, it won't fall, will it?"

"When I'm differentiated, can I lift this up?"

"What's that horizontal bar next to it for? Can you teach me how to play?"

Facts have proved that it is not a good thing to have a chattering parrot by your side while exercising. Song held his breath to mobilize his core strength, but was discouraged by his nagging in less than 5 minutes.

Song sat up from Smith's equipment, frowned and taught him in a low voice: "Use your speaking strength for exercise, don't make trouble here."

Zhi Lan was used to being fierce by him, and she had already mastered the trick of acting like a spoiled child. She plucked up the courage to put her arms around Song's sweaty neck, rubbed her cheek against the long hair beside his ear, and said softly, "Lao Yi Combination, I want to play that horizontal bar, uncle, teach me."

Song felt that he had an illusion. The smell of cherries on the boy's body was getting stronger and stronger. Such a close contact distance allowed him to clearly smell the fragrance of Zhilan's body, which seemed to emanate from the inside of his skin. His hot sweat evaporated into the air.

It is like an unripe cherry, so sweet that it has a slight amount of sourness hidden in it. It is not annoying, but it is like a layered superposition, just like the astringency and aftertaste of red wine. Zhilan's unique fore and aftertaste.

Song was concentrating on the boy's various abnormal behaviors, and before expressing his opinion on it, Zhi Lan spoke first: "Uncle, do you even wear perfume when you're exercising?"

Song ignored him, still immersed in his own thoughts.

Zhi Lan moved the tip of his nose, sniffing along the pinnae of his ears, until he smelled the back of Alpha's neck. The skin was covered by long hair, but it still exuded vigorous heat, accompanied by the strong fragrance of flowers, and was inhaled by Zhi Lan. into the lungs.

Zhilan arched recklessly, the tip of his nose accidentally touched the skin under the gap in Alpha's long hair, he punched it hard, wiped the sweat from his nose, he suddenly shrank back as if he had been scalded, Panting:

"It's so fragrant, so fragrant, it makes me dizzy."

Song was stunned for a moment, the most sensitive gland was touched by others unsuspectingly, which aroused the trembling deep in the soul, this is a kind of biological instinct, because the gland is equivalent to the second heart.

Equally vulnerable and sensitive, equally vital, and equally dominating the lifeblood of species.

Alpha's glands are different from omega's. During the marking process, omega is the receiver. Their glands will be pierced by alpha's canines and send out pheromone. Therefore, omega is naturally used to its partner touching the back of its neck.

Alphas are completely on the contrary. Their glands do not need to perform any contact functions during reproduction. Only the weak who are defeated in battle will be bitten by the enemy at the back of the neck to show humiliation.

Except for a very small number of heterogeneous people who engage in AA romances, no alpha will let others touch their glands.

So Zhilan's reckless behavior just now was equivalent to scratching Alpha's lifeblood hard, Song almost slapped him flying because of the stress reaction.

Song's complexion turned black quickly: Didn't Huaxia Institute give the little boy a physiology class?

This idiot doesn't even know where the glands are, but he dares to touch alpha's glands casually, and he doesn't know how to find a decent way to die.

Song exhausted all his willpower to resist the urge to tear the bird apart, and said through gritted teeth: "This is not perfume, it's my pheromone. You just touched my gland."

The author says:

Xiaolan: Hmph, you won’t get pregnant if you touch it (beep softly)