the castration plan

Bemuir said that if you have a fever, you should do some sweaty exercise.Jiang Weihe smiled meaningfully and went towards it happily.

The destination of the GPS has arrived, which is the tennis court.

Bemuir's eye-catching volleys and elegant high-altitude slashes have knocked out quite a few Alphas.

How could they be willing to be at the disadvantage of an Omega, coming together in a huff, not believing in evil, saying to play basketball!

Bemuir gulped down half of the bottle of water, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and smiled: "Forget it, I'm afraid you will feel inferior."

No one is more like a gust of wind than him. His thin shoulder blades are moving towards the two tall and burly defenders. The speed is so fast that it makes people feel creepy, the fake moves are dazzling, the calf ligaments flex and bounce Amazing, extremely explosive - backhand windmill dunk on the wall!

When Bemuir's elbow is hung on the basket, the whole person is in a suspended state, an action with a great sense of floating and impact.

Jiang Weihe panted heavily, with his hands on his hips, and his looking up face had a wonderful expression.

The sudden snowstorm cut off all traffic, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening when Bemuir arrived home.He was covered in snow and looked like a little mud dog in a mess.

The TV in the living room was on, and the cabinets and drawers were wide open.Holding the cold paper cup in his hand, Lu He knelt on his knees, searching for something, and a few letters in the middle of the grid were scattered on the ground.Lu He seemed to be ordering something very urgent. After terminating the intermittent phone signal, it took him a long time to recover from some kind of great restlessness.

"Why aren't you in the hospital?" Lu He went upstairs to find something, and didn't call him until Bamuir finished taking a shower.

"I don't even have a fever anymore." Bemuir spoke in a drawn-out tone slowly, and looked at him with a smile, "And there's no one to accompany me to bed, why should I stay in the hospital?"

Lu He pointed to the sofa: "Don't go back to your room, I'll send you back to the hospital right away."

"No, I'll be killed by the Sasquatch snow monster outside." Bemuir said in surprise, with glittering drops of water hanging from the tips of his hair, with the lazy and bored expression that he had always cultivated. Impressed, he lowered his body and fell very seductively on a vine-colored hanging chair.

His legs were cool in white ribbed cuffed socks, and he had never been particularly absent-minded or shameless about exposing his thighs.

Holding a malted milk drink, he smiled like a juvenile delinquent, frankly and charmingly: "It's too late, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to be with my brother."

However, the expression on Lu He's face fluctuated between pain and disgust, holding a cold and clear attitude: "The snow will stop soon, if you don't go to the hospital, go back to your home, don't stay with me."

In the next second, Lu He's full attention was attracted by the TV images.

That was Baymuir's sister.

Chao Mengsi has gone overseas and studied ballet for more than a year. Capital TV is announcing their dance company's global tour plan-it will come to this city in the first half of next year.

Chao Mengsi is still so quiet and thin, with Wen Hui's intelligent appearance, nervous when facing the microphone, and fiddling with the bracelet.

Lu He frowned and didn't look at Bemuir: "You need to stay in the hospital for observation for a week. Why are you so capricious in this kind of thing?"

"I'm staying in the hospital for observation? What about you?" Bemuir laughed, crossing his legs carelessly, his uncontrollable jealousy made him sick, and he mocked Lu He with listless and cloudy eyes, "Stay Is it convenient for the family to observe my sister, so that the old relationship can rekindle and have sex? Oh! I understand, I said why you want to send me away now, you can plan ahead."

Lu He was used to his irregular emotions from time to time, so he didn't answer this sentence, he just said: "We need to talk."

"Your estrus period is next week, how do you plan to spend it?" Lu He went straight to the point.

"Take inhibitors." Bemuir quickly threw out four words.

"Don't lie to me, Xiaolu." Lu He seemed to be intimidating witnesses, casting a cold gaze of a connoisseur of the law, choosing words in a detached way as if at work, "As your legal spouse, I Right to remind you of the great dangers of promiscuity during rut."

"What's wrong with promiscuity?" As if hearing a shocking joke, Bemuir raised his final voice, "As long as I like it, I can have as many men as I want. It doesn't matter if I change ten a day, so what are you doing?" ? Oh, you want to come too? Do you need me to put you in line?"

That's weird, never with Baymuir.

Baymuir is everyone's favorite, he is quite smart, the scarier people he meets, the cuter he smiles, and the more obedient and gentle he is in front of powerful people.

And this one sentence, sitting right in the focus of the man's fiery anger.

Baymuir was about to turn around and go upstairs, but Lu He pinched his wrist.

Baymuir kept twisting his wrist back and forth, struggling several times, pulling out his arm so hard, and staring at Lu He with his unforgettable vivid green eyes from beginning to end, suffocating anger and hot tears The eye sockets struggled, completely typical of a child.

It was hard not to remember his sad, handsome face so close to his eyes.

Combining innocence and deceit, delicacy and vulgarity, sullenness and glee, the Omega is itself a colossal enigma, an artful amalgam of poison and syrup.He is so dirty and clean, beautiful and cruel, with different desires written all over his body, and it is too easy to pry open the door of an ascetic's original sin of pleasure.

Lu He felt that everything around him was equally irritating and elusive, and his weak-willed tolerance immediately reached its peak tonight.

The heavy wind and snow chopped off a piece of pine forest. Amidst a heart-piercing ominous rumble, Lu He pulled him into his arms, clamped his chin, and held the back of his head tightly, so that Bemuir had nowhere to escape immediately. .