[Crossing the Book] The days when I was a neighbor with the abusive hero

When Yang Qingruo opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Not cold incandescent lamps, nor cold metal strips.

He tried to sit up, but he didn't feel much other than a little tiredness.

As soon as he moved, he woke up Song Yun who was dozing off beside the bed.

"Clear."

Without any extra words, Yang Qingruo was pulled into his arms by a hot embrace with the smell of tobacco.

Yang Qingruo ignorantly raised her head and was hugged tightly by Song Yun, resting her chin on his shoulder, staring blankly at this strange room.

The spacious and bright bedroom is not like a hotel, but like a residence, and the details reveal a sense of familiar warmth.

"Song Yun?" Yang Qingruo hugged the nervous alpha, gently patted his back to comfort him, "Did you pick me up? Where is this? What time is it?"

Yes, Yang Qingruo still doesn't know anything about the current situation, his last memory is Lei Zeyi imprisoning himself on the cold operating table, the acupuncture sensation breaks through the skin, and a strange liquid enters his body , and then he lost consciousness, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Song Yun hugged his lost and regained lover vigorously, and whispered a hoarse "hmm" in Yang Qingruo's ear.

Yang Qingruo felt that Song Yun's emotions were very tense, and he could understand it. He didn't make any more noise, and obediently leaned in Song Yun's arms and hugged him for a while.

After a while, Song Yun answered Yang Qingruo's question: "Lei Zeyi sent you out the next day. This is my new house in the imperial capital. You have been in a coma for a week here."

After saying this, Song Yun lifted from Yang Qingruo's shoulder, and Yang Qingruo finally had the opportunity to look at his face carefully.

Song Yun looked really terrible, his beard hadn't been taken care of for a week, and it had grown wildly all over the lower half of his face, and there were two groups of blue and black from lack of sleep under his eyes, which made his face especially pale.

Song Yun also lowered his head and stared at Yang Qingruo seriously: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Yang Qingruo shook his head: "No."

Song Yun pressed the pager, and his personal doctor came in after a short while and gave Yang Qingruo a detailed examination.

Yang Qingruo asked: "Is there anything abnormal about my body?"

The doctor looked at Song Yun, Song Yun nodded wearily, and then the doctor said: "Unfortunately, your pheromone glands have been destroyed."

Yang Qingruo was a little dazed: "But I didn't feel any discomfort."

Song Yun asked the doctor to leave first, and took Yang Qingruo to the dining room with his arms in his arms: "Eat something first when you wake up, and you have been injected with nutritional injections for a week, which is not good for your stomach."

Yang Qingruo didn't argue any longer, and ate with Song Yun obediently.

It was already afternoon when he woke up, and after finishing his meal, the sky outside had already darkened.

Yang Qingruo asked Song Yun: "What is the condition of my glands? How will it affect the future?"

"It doesn't matter." Song Yun hugged Yang Qingruo in his arms, the tip of his nose twitched, but he could no longer smell the scent of lotus flowers that he liked best mixed with his strong alcohol.

Yang Qingruo quickly understood. Lying in Song Yun's arms, he said in a trance, "Song Yun, try releasing pheromone to me."

Song Yun didn't speak.

After a while, Yang Qingruo pushed him: "You release the pheromone."

Song Yun said hoarsely: "I have been releasing."

This time it was Yang Qingruo who fell silent.

"It's okay." Song Yun embraced Yang Qingruo and kissed him gently on the face, "Let's get married."

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