law of courtship

When they returned home, a fat body blocked the entrance.Hearing the sound of the door opening, Dan Ding turned her head and saw that it was Song who came back, she was a little unhappy, and glanced at him in disgust.

Zhilan poked his head out from behind Song's neck, and giggled when he saw the back of that lump of flesh.

Dan Ding's ears moved, and he heard a familiar voice, and his long-awaited little slave was also there.The big white cat slowly got up and circled around Song. Seeing Zhilan behind him, he immediately changed his attitude, meowing and calling: "It's a poop shoveler, the cat litter needs to be changed, I can't pull it out."

"Uncle, let me down," Zhi Lan twisted a few times after receiving the master's order, and rubbed her legs against Alpha's big palm, but was pinched even tighter by Song.

"Leave it alone," Song Hu glared at Dan Ding, and walked all the way to the restaurant with Zhi Lan on his back.

"Dan Ding will be angry," Zhi Lan said as soon as his feet landed on the ground, he wanted to run out, but Song grabbed him by the collar and pushed him back on the chair.

"Sit still, eat breakfast first." Song turned and went to the kitchen to prepare cereal for him, Dan Ding took the opportunity to sneak in and circle around Zhilan.

Grandpa Dan was a little puzzled. He had just discovered that Zhilan's smell had changed. The little slave, who was originally bland and tasteless, exuded a faint sweet smell, which was not obvious, but it couldn't escape the cat's keen sense of smell.

Dan Ding jumped onto his knee curiously, sniffing the little slave's skin with the tip of his nose: "Meow?"

How did you go bad?You don't smell like a pure cub anymore.

Zhilan thought that Danding was playing with him, so he picked up the cat's face and kneaded it a few times: "Wait a minute, I'll clean the toilet for you after breakfast, or uncle will be angry."

"Meow, mia?" Grandpa Dan sensed something was wrong, and began to scratch Zhilan's sweater:

What did that hairy monster do to you?Why do you smell like him, I don't allow it.

"Be good, I will compensate you with five small dried fish later." Zhi Lan carefully held its front paws, gently massaged the pads, and let the sharp claws retract.

When Song came back with breakfast, Zhilan and Dan Ding were still chatting across channels, talking decently with each other.

"Go out, the restaurant is full of hair," Song pinched the big white cat by the back of its neck and pushed it out, baring its teeth and yelling at him.

The little slave belongs to me, how dare you mark him, bold!

Two long-haired animals who think they are the heads of the family stare at each other, and fight tit-for-tat for the ownership of the little blue fur.

Zhi Lan, who was at the bottom of the family status, sighed, silently picked up the cereal, and tried to minimize his sense of existence.

Dan Ding, who attempted rebellion, was locked up in the warehouse by the real head of the family. When Song came back, he was covered in cat fur. He took off his coat with a dark face, and touched Zhi Lan's forehead with his hand.

It was still very hot, and his palms trembled: "I'll help you fill up the water, and soak in the bathtub after eating."

This high fever will last for another week. Even if there are no other symptoms, maintaining an excessively high body temperature for a long time is a great burden on the body. Song went back to the bathroom in the bedroom and planned to use the physical method noted by the doctor to cool down Zhilan.

The water temperature of 30 degrees to 32 degrees can take away the heat from the body surface without catching cold. Song held the thermometer in one hand and the valve in the other hand to keep adjusting, and stood in front of the bathtub for half an hour.

After Zhilan had breakfast, he came to the bathroom to report obediently. Song stared intently at the thermometer, but didn't notice his arrival. Zhilan leaned on the door frame and poked out half of his head, quietly observing the alpha beside the bathtub.

Song took off his jacket and was only wearing a close-fitting sports vest. His dazzling facial features revealed a hint of unruliness. Coupled with his messy and sexy long hair, he perfectly interpreted the ultimate charm of a male creature.

Even Zhi Lan, who is pure in heart, can't help but be attracted by the straight nose and muscular chest.

Uncle is so handsome, uncle is the best looking alpha he has ever seen.

Zhi Lan rubbed his head against the door frame unconsciously, as if catering to the other party's touch, the corners of his lips curled up softly, and his eyes seemed to be full of spring, ready to bloom.

As soon as Song turned his head, he saw his seductive little appearance, his heart trembled, and the valve in his hand was tilted half a degree.

"It's almost there, go to the bar," Song said in a casual tone to hide his palpitations, hastily closed the valve, and glanced at the thermometer, it was 31 degrees, just right.

"Uncle, thank you." Zhilan's cheeks were steaming, like a red shrimp, and he didn't know if it was because of the fever or because of the peeping just now.

Song Lanlan gave a "hmm", accepted the boy's overture, turned around and went out, closing the bathroom door for him.

Zhi Lan dawdled for a while, took off his clothes coyly, and stepped into the bathtub filled with warm water.The water surface at a moderate temperature overflowed his calf, and there was a hint of coolness, but he didn't feel cold.

Zhi Lan laid down in the bathtub with all his might, the temperature on his body gradually dropped, but his head boiled even more: This is Uncle Song's bathtub, and he also took a bath in it.

After learning that he was about to split, Zhilan's little brain seemed to be enlightened together with his glands, and many details that he would not have noticed before have now become his focus.

Puberty is not only about the secretion of hormones and changes in the body, it is more like a book that cannot be closed after opening. From the beginning of opening the title page, readers will gradually gain a new worldview and perspective on things.

Immature teenagers will be infected by it from the inside to the outside, resulting in qualitative changes.

In a silent moment, Zhilan's mentality has changed. He himself does not know it. He nestles in Song's bathtub shyly and awkwardly. On the edge of the texture, the thoughts slipped a lot in the direction of ambiguity:

This is Uncle Song's bathtub, will he also soak naked in it?

Does he bathe with soap, or body wash?

His hair of that length must be difficult to wash, right?

Zhilan's brain supplements became more and more detailed, and gradually produced clear pictures. With Zhilan's brain capacity, he obviously couldn't handle this kind of picture. The CPU temperature was too high, and the whole host started to smoke. His wet blue hair floated up. With wisps of white steam, even the water in the bathtub was almost boiled by the scalding little blue bird.

Song went to the brewery to work for an hour, estimated the time, and knocked on the bathroom door: "Xiao Lan, turn the valve to the far left, open it for a while, don't let the water cool down."

"Keep away from the nozzle when you turn on the water, be careful not to burn it," the deep magnetic voice reached Zhilan's ears through the frosted glass door and the dense steam, causing him to enter a short-lived state of death.

Until Song knocked on the door again, this time with anxiety in his tone, he knocked much harder, as if he wanted to push the door straight in: "Xiaolan, are you okay? Are you all right?"

"It's nothing...it's nothing," Zhi Lan suddenly came back to his senses, but he was so shy that there was a door behind him, as if Song's eyes could penetrate the door and land on him.

"I'm fine, uncle, don't...don't come in," Zhi Lan subconsciously covered Bai Shengsheng's chest, covered the top but didn't care about the bottom, and was in a hurry.The splash of water in the bathtub made a lot of noise, completely covering his voice.

In just a few days, Xiao Lanmao, who had suddenly entered puberty, had already developed a sense of shame about exposing his body in front of others, but he still said it was a step too late.

Concern is chaotic. Convulsion symptoms may occur during high fever, which will make the body paralyzed and unable to control the limbs. If a child who is taking a bath faints in the bathtub and is covered by water over his mouth and nose, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The bathroom door was pushed open suddenly, and then the two people inside and outside the door froze at the same time.

Three seconds later, there was a bang, and the door panel was almost torn apart by the huge force of alpha, and finally closed.

Zhi Lan still maintains a curled up posture, but the key parts are protected, but there is no cover for her shiny shoulders and thin white legs, which have just been completely exposed to Song's sight.

The warm lighting in the bathroom made his blue hair softer, his bright red lips were slightly pursed, it was unknown whether it was because of shyness or a high fever, and Bai Yu's flawless body was glowing tender pink.

Innocence to the extreme is also a kind of temptation. Zhilan's slender sense of youth and panicked expression are more shocking to the soul than that kind of sensual and beautiful body, which is firmly engraved on Song's irises.

Song is withdrawn by nature, and has been celibate for many years, only relying on high-intensity work and fitness to consume excess energy, but he is an alpha in his prime after all.

Faced with such a scene, his body reacted before his mind, and he was out of control. Fortunately, there was a door blocking him so that he would not expose this embarrassing reaction to his face.

"You... Hurry up and put some hot water!" Song was furious because of his gaffe, and when he spoke again, he seemed to have swallowed several kilograms of dynamite.

"Okay...ok...I'll let it go now," Zhi Lan hurriedly grasped the edge of the bathtub, turned the valve to the far left, and let out hot water, taking into account the gradually cooling temperature in the bathtub.

"Uncle, I've twisted to the end, is this all right?"

Zhi Lan half-kneeled in the bathtub, fiddling with the mixing valve carefully, her fingers trembling, but she didn't dare to get too close to the water outlet, her expression and posture were as if she was holding Lao Gong's little place for the first time.

Song suppressed the rising anger, and said in a deep voice: "Don't burn yourself, there is a thermometer in the bathtub, stop when it reaches 32 degrees."

"Okay... I'll watch, uncle, don't worry." Zhi Lan was so fierce that he was about to cry, his big cat-like eyes blinked non-stop, the corners of his eyes were red, and his heartbeat was so fast that it broke through the upper limit.

Song outside the door is not much better than him, the softer Zhilan's tone is, the harder he is.

"Uncle, put it away..." The soft boyish voice came through the crack of the door, and the scent of shower gel in the bathroom was wrapped in the white water vapor, and invaded Song's ear canal and chest lungs.

Song's heart trembled violently, his bones seemed to be corroded by the moist fragrance and Zhi Lan's wronged words, he slid against the door, unable to stop...

Damn, why are my legs so soft.

The author says:

Can't take it anymore?You two are going to sleep together tonight

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