brown sugar eggs

The weather was so good that the two-story building of Zhao Wenxiao's house was covered with colorful lights.

When Yang's mother went to the kitchen to cook longan and jujube soup, Liang Baiyu sneaked into the master bedroom on the second floor. As soon as he entered, he was coughed by the strong smell of smoke, and he covered his mouth in time to avoid making any noise.

The quilt on Zhao Wenxiao's bed was bulging, and Yang Ming was nestled inside, without a single strand of hair showing, just like a fragile baby.

"Who……"

When Yang Ming's senses were sensitive, he quickly noticed a third-party aura that didn't belong to him or Zhao Wenxiao.

"It's me." Liang Baiyu stood not far from the bed, keeping a distance so as not to irritate him.

The quilt shook, followed by a trembling warning: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I came to see you." Liang Baiyu asked with concern, "How is it? Is it better?"

Yang Ming lifted a small piece of the quilt.

At that moment, a large amount of pheromone surged out, and there was a strong sense of stickiness in the helplessness and anxiety.

Yang Ming shook his hands and quickly covered the quilt, shrinking in his safe space like a silkworm chrysalis.

The validity period of the temporary mark varies from person to person. It involves physical fitness and metabolism. There is no standard time. Yang Ming is unlucky to remind him that he is already not good enough for 24 hours. He is physiologically eager for Alpha, and his body is dripping wet Yes, it is very ripe, and he is ready to form a knot, but he is still struggling to resist psychologically.

Liang Baiyu was full of pity: "Look at you poor, being an Omega may not be so good."

"You...what do you know..." Yang Ming stuffed something into his mouth, clenched his upper and lower teeth, and spoke intermittently, vaguely, "If it's not good, why do you say that even in your dreams... you want to be ..."

"The sky is about to fall." Liang Baiyu said suddenly.

Yang Ming was trembling and cursing, saying that he was farting, talking nonsense, and burst into tears weakly.

"So you don't believe everything I say." Liang Baiyu scratched his eyebrows and sneered, "Stupid boy."

Yang Ming on the bed suddenly gasped.

This is Zhao Wenxiao coming over, not far from the door, as he approached, a powerful wave of pheromones flowed into the room, gathering in the direction of the bed, without the slightest hint of oppression or sexual desire, not Makes Omega uncomfortable.

It is obvious that a gentleman behaves like a gentleman, and he is respected enough.

Yang Ming's breathing gradually became calm.

"Bai Yu, don't stay here, it will make you uncomfortable." Zhao Wenxiao lowered his voice.

Liang Baiyu turned and left the room.

Zhao Wenxiao received the pheromone as soon as Liang Baiyu came out: "He will be much more stable tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"You can bear it quite well." Liang Baiyu pointed out, his tone full of admiration.

Zhao Wenxiao smiled modestly.

The stairs are made of cement, but they are clean, but they are just vain.

Liang Baiyu went down the stairs step by step: "What is the instinctive pull of pheromones?"

"Scary." Zhao Wenxiao said from behind.

"Have you ever met someone who is 100% compatible with you? It's the so-called," Liang Baiyu's voice drew and rose, "soul mate."

Zhao Wenxiao said strictly: "No, the chance of meeting that kind is less than 0.01."

"That's right." Liang Baiyu leaned on the wall and walked lazily to the first floor. There were no lights in the corridor and the light was dim. He raised his lips, "That's why people in the world are keen to create miracles."

Zhao Wenxiao didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing." Liang Baiyu bent his knees and jumped down when there were only three steps left.

Yang Ming was bitten by Zhao Wenxiao again that night, and he temporarily marked him again.

This is Zhao Wenxiao that Yang's mother begged for. He himself is very good at controlling his pheromones, not messing around, and has a sense of proportion.Everyone can be decent.

At night, many families in the village were asleep, and Liang Baiyu stood on the broken bridge watching the stars.

There were rustling sounds under the bridge, mixed with choking sounds, Liang Baiyu cleared her throat, pretending to be surprised: "Which little fairy is dropping pearls?"

Cai Xiaojing climbed up wiping her tears, clutching the corner of her clothes awkwardly.

"Why don't you go home?" Liang Baiyu leaned against the scarlet broken bridge and looked at her tenderly, "It's dangerous for the little girl to be outside alone."

"My father and mother quarreled, and many things in the house were smashed." Cai Xiaojing glanced at him quickly when she said this.

Liang Baiyu raised his eyebrows: "Is it related to me?"

Cai Xiaojing shook her head violently.

"You didn't go to school this morning, is it also because of family reasons?" Liang Baiyu asked.

Cai Xiaojing rubbed the corners of her clothes until they wrinkled: "I can't learn."

"Let's learn, knowledge can change destiny." Liang Baiyu raised his head back, and the pony tail moved gently with the wind, "Do you want my brother to tell you about Xicheng?"

Cai Xiaojing's red eyes widened instantly: "Yes!"

"Then let's make an appointment. After the story is finished, you will continue to go to school tomorrow, and study hard." Liang Baiyu pointed out a little finger to the little girl whose life has not yet started and the world is clean.

Cai Xiaojing didn't want to lie, she thought about it for a while, then flirted with him: "I will work hard."

"Be good." Liang Baiyu squinted his eyes half-closed, with some memories showing on his soft and mellow face, he talked about the city of Xicheng in a leisurely manner.

Cai Xiaojing received information that the desk lamp was very bright, the bed was big, the quilt was soft, the floor would be covered with thick blankets, and her feet would sink in when she stepped on it... She listened innocently and puzzled: "Brother, you Do you rarely go out in Xicheng?"

Liang Baiyu blinked: "No way, I go out every day."

"Oh oh oh." Cai Xiaojing shut up and continued to listen.

When Liang Baiyu was telling the story, the old village head's family was having a meeting, not the whole village meeting, but only the group going to the county town.

Basically, every three months in a year, there will be a boat to the county seat, and people from the surrounding villages will either go shopping or do business.

The boatman knew everyone in the village, and he was an old acquaintance.

This time, the boatman's family has something to do, so the boat can't run, and we have to wait until next month.

Next month will be next month, time flies, other people don't have any opinions, but Zhang's mother's reaction is very big, the glass water glass in her hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

The old village chief asked her if something had happened.

"The child is sick." Mother Zhang swept up the broken glass by herself.

The people in the room hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" "No wonder why I haven't seen him recently." "Is it important?"

"I have to go to the county to see it." Zhang's mother looked haggard.

Everyone made eye contact, the Zhang family only had one child, treat him as a baby, and usually give him the best in terms of food and clothing.

Now that he is sick, he can only go to the county. The whole family is afraid that they will die in a hurry.

The old village chief said a few words of comfort, and asked her to send the child to Dr. Huang for treatment, which was better than lying at home and waiting for the boat to sail for a few days.

Mother Zhang stooped to pick up the glass, scratched off a piece of meat with her hand, and everyone took care of her.

On the broken bridge, Liang Baiyu turned on the flashlight and played with Cai Xiaojing on the rope.

Cai Xiaojing was sleepy, and dared not say that she wanted to go home, so she forced herself to play round after round with him.

In the end, Cai Xiaojing's head fell asleep bit by bit.

Liang Baiyu propped up the wool with both hands, curled her lips unhappily, and said, "No one will play with me anymore."

The next second, he laughed again: "Then play next time."

Liang Baiyu sent Cai Xiaojing home, he turned back to the Broken Bridge, and shouted in the direction of the grove: "Bodhisattva, what are you doing there, are you waiting for me?"

Chen Suone came out of the woods, with the flashlight stuck in the back pocket of his trousers. He lowered his head, his long body and thick eyebrows were almost in the shadows.

Liang Baiyu walked slowly after seeing him appearing.

"It's so dark. I'm afraid to walk alone. I always feel that someone is following me." Liang Baiyu rubbed his arms and shivered. Do you think this makes sense?"

"I don't think so." He asked himself and answered, he was already standing in front of the man, breathing wet.

Chen Song grabbed the young man's hand holding the flashlight lightly, rubbed his thumb, and pressed the flashlight's switch.

The single light went out.

Chen Song's muffled voice sounded in the darkness: "How do you know I'm not leaving?"

"Then how do you know that I will definitely return?" Liang Baiyu asked calmly without answering.

Chen Song didn't make a sound.

There was a sudden heat in his ears, accompanied by a very light laughter, full of corrupt bewitchment and ultimate innocence.

"So you don't know." The young man laughed wantonly.

Chen Suone took half a step back, Liang Baiyu said something else at the same time: "Ms. Yang, she..."

"I'm leaving." Chen Song interrupted, but he didn't move.

Liang Baiyu didn't seem to notice the man's inconsistency, he asked in a pitiful tone: "Then can I go up the mountain with you?"

Chen Song took out the flashlight and turned it on in vain, facing his face: "Want to eat brown sugar eggs again?"

"Are you going to sneak away again?" Chen Song paused every word, his forehead tensed.

Liang Baiyu blocked the light from his eyes with his hands.

Chen Suone moved the light away and hit the woods behind the young man: "Have you been coughing up blood recently?"

Liang Baiyu was slightly stunned, and he raised his smiling face: "Why do you ask me this carefully, I have stopped coughing a long time ago."

"Then when you were talking to me just now," Chen Song paused, staring at his tender eyes, with a hoarse voice, "why is there a bloody smell in your mouth?"

The smile on Liang Baiyu's face disappeared.