After the apocalypse, the flower of Kaolin who saved her secret love

"Honey, did you take notes?" the girl next to him asked him.

Song Baobei was packing up her things at first, stood up and put on a mask to leave, when she heard this, she paused for a while, pursed her lips and shook her head: "No."

His memory is beyond ordinary people, and he rarely writes notes.

The girl was a little disappointed, and asked him again: "We are going to have dinner, do you want to go together?"

"no need."

Song Baobao still shook her head, the girl only thought that this new classmate was very difficult to get along with, but she saw that the other party passed her in a hurry.

The girl was at a loss, but saw a handsome young man standing at the door at some point, with a cold expression on his face, but he naturally took Song Baobao's hand, and the two left side by side.

"It's not that I'll see you downstairs, why are you here?" Song Baobao was a little embarrassed about this kind of intimacy on campus, and was reluctant to pull his hands away, so he had to pull his mask silently.

Xie Zhe said, "You are too slow."

"It's time for a review today."

Baby Song let out a "huh".

One day after the new year, Xie Zhe suddenly took him to the hospital. Many experts in the group who studied the second gender came. Before he could react, he was taken for a full body examination and then taken back.

Since that time, he has been going to the hospital basically once a week, and Song Baobao can guess that the other party is probably very worried about his pheromone disorder.

This time, in addition to the report of the physical examination, Xie Zhe also got three medicines, and was pulled aside by one of the doctors, who whispered something to him.

Baby Song sat next to him, pressing the bleeding wound, and found it very interesting to watch Xie Zhe busy around.

"What did you say?" He was a little curious.

Xie Zhe and the doctor thanked each other, and the other party told them to come and check on time.

He and Song Baobao walked into the elevator before whispering, "I ask you to follow the doctor's advice."

"Doctor's order?" Song Baobei was at a loss. He had been checking before and did not give any advice.

"Yeah." Xie Zhe suddenly smiled and leaned into the other's ear, "The doctor said that the fever period should be gradual, and that your glands should not be stimulated. Young people should be restrained."

"Aren't you right, baby?"

He kissed the side of the ear, touched the red tip of the ear, and pulled away.

The elevator door opened, and Song Baobao woke up suddenly, started to breathe, and met Xie Zhe's black eyes with a little smile.

He curled his fingers and pulled the hat off: "...don't tease me."

In the evening, it was Song Baobao's turn to cook. He made two simple dishes. He fried the leftovers in the refrigerator with kimchi and eggs. Cleanly cut and throw in a small handful of green and white scallions, which is even more attractive.

"Let's go and laugh tomorrow." Baby Song remembered.

I've been busy with schoolwork recently, but I haven't seen Zhou Yu and the others for a long time, and it happens to be tomorrow Sunday.

Xie Zhe gave a "hmm", stood up to clear the table, took away the empty bowl in front of him, and went to wash the dishes.

After that, the two of them played a movie, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

When Xie Zhe came out of the shower, Song Baobei was sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his half-dry hair, probably in a daze, his cheeks puffed up, then fell down again, his gray eyes looked out of the window a little blankly.

Xie Zhe walked over, lightly stroked his cheek with his wet hand, bowed his head and kissed him.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then raised his head obediently and softly and opened his lips. After a while, Xie Zhe let go of him, and when he opened his eyes, the gray was covered with mist.

"Xie Zhe." Song Baobao seemed to be drunk, dull and sluggish, and the changes in hormones made him calmer, "...I miss you."

He and Xie Zhe have been very busy recently, the last time we got close was half a month ago, and the passion that has been suppressed lately seems to be welling up.

Xie Zhe turned off the light.

……

The person on the bed was drenched in sweat and trembling slightly, his white back was winding into the soft and fluffy bedding, and there was still a smell of lust in the air.

Xie Zhe only put on his shirt, came over with a water glass, and half-embraced him to drink water. Song Baobao's face was full of tears, don't refuse to drink at first: "...I don't want that."

Xie Zhe looked at him for a while, then stretched his hand in to hook the thing out, Song Baobao snorted, twitched in his arms, and bit his neck.

"Okay." Xie Zhe waited for him to calm down, and after a while, he gently grabbed the other party's hair to make Song Baobei raise his face.

"That would be better for you. The long-term repressed febrile period has been torturing your gland, and it is crumbling. You know what the gland means to an omega. The average lifespan of an omega with the gland removed is only more than 30 years."

Song Baobao didn't speak, and heard the other party say in a weak tone: "Think about your friends, think about it, smile, think about it..."

Xie Zhe paused and said, "Think about me."

Baby Song felt tight in his chest.

In the end there was no further objection.

"It's okay." Xie Zhe sat on the edge of the bed, took the medicine from the cabinet with one hand, and rubbed his earlobe with the other to comfort him, "Come closer."

Baby Song buried her head in his neck.

After losing vision, all the senses are magnified instead, the glands eager for pheromones are throbbing, the hot parts are touched by cold fingers, and the whole body is screaming.

The finger was replaced by a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, and that piece of skin became cold, and Baby Song suddenly felt an unknown fear.

"It's okay." Xie Zhe said in a low voice.

When the needle came in, there was a trance-like tingling sensation. Xie Zhe didn't speak anymore, and the alpha pheromone was injected in bit by bit.

The swell...then a tremendous fullness like never before, and an almost frightening pleasure.

Baby Song began to struggle. He screamed, wept, his whole body convulsed pitifully, almost biting his lower lip, his fingers clutching Xie Zhe's arm: "I don't want it...I don't want to continue."

"Xie Zhe, Xie Zhe...I feel bad..."

Xie Zhe held him down.

Frowning, he didn't feel soft-hearted in the end, and typed in the last point.

In fact, the amount is very small, almost less than 1/3 of the normal intake, but the other party has been depressed for a long time, even if the amount is controlled, the reaction will be violent.

Xie Zhe threw away the needle, and it landed on the carpet with a slight muffled sound, then tried to touch the other party: "It's all right, really, the beating is over."

With just a slight touch of fingers, the other party trembled violently. The air was filled with the smell of roses, and Xie Zhe felt his hands wet.

After an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms finally calmed down.

Xie Zhe called him: "Baby."

No answer.

He turned the person over, and Song Baobao covered his face with his hands and curled up, sobbing softly, tears falling from his hands.

"...I don't want to, cough..." Song Baobei spoke with tears, coughed, and said stubbornly, "I don't want to be controlled by pheromones."

Xie Zhe forced him to take his hand away, exposing pitifully red and swollen eyes, and looking at him: "I won't be controlled."

"It's just for therapy, it means nothing... I swear."

"You are independent, and no one can rely on pheromones to control you, including me." Xie Zhe said, "You were able to resist alpha's control before, and you will be able to do so in the future. It will not change because of this."

Xie Zhe gently kissed him.

After a while, Baby Song finally stopped crying.

"Sleep." Xie Zhe said.

Song Baobei's head was in a daze, and after a while, he suddenly remembered something.

"...Whose pheromone is it." He was so exhausted that he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Xie Zhe didn't answer him: "Sleep first."

Song Baobao noticed something from his avoidance, tried to open his eyes, and looked at the back of the opponent's neck, where he had scratched a red mark.

Xie Zhe avoided him, but the other party stubbornly grabbed his arm. Song Baobei looked there and was stunned - there were some fresh needles on it.

"...It's mine." Xie Zhe originally wanted to hide it from him, but Song Baobao was really stubborn, so he had no choice but to admit it.

Baby Song touched it, her voice was rough: "...when."

"I started trying it half a year ago." Xie Zhe said vaguely.

The beta glands degenerate, and it is almost impossible to extract pheromones. Even if it is possible, it is quite a painful process.

And he probably needs pheromones in the future.

"do not Cry."

Xie Zhe watched the other party cry helplessly, because he was worried about this and kept it hidden.

Seeing that the other party was about to say "dead" in the next sentence, he had no choice but to say: "I have already drawn half a year's share, so I can't waste it. Really, I don't feel anything."

Song Baobao held his hand and gritted his teeth: "Who asked you to do this. Why don't you tell me."

"I can't inject you with other people's pheromones." Xie Zhe said, "And..."

"Isn't that good." He said seriously and slowly, "It's like our destiny is linked together."

"We're all going to live a long time."

He wiped each other's tears.

The other party gradually cried until he couldn't breathe, so Xie Zhe hugged him quietly.

Song Baobao never refused treatment again.

It's just that I spent more time in school medical school and started to do research on the second gender.

He and Xie Zhe... will be together for a long time.

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