the castration plan

The next afternoon.

Baymuir loathed the feeling of being dominated by estrous pheromones.The uncontrollable frenzied psychology of yearning for a woman's subjugation only made him feel a kind of great sadness originating from instinct, making him want to laugh distortedly and desolately, want to hang himself, and want to destroy himself.

Inhibitor resistance is increasing and maximum doses are no longer effective.

He curled up like an embryo, scratching out many folds of the bed sheet with his curved and trembling fingers.The wet hair was attached to the pretty face, and the eyes were originally like a mist dyed chrome-green by the mercury lamp, but after an hour, the whole body was dehydrated, so that the eyes were glowing red with dryness.

In order to grab a bit of coolness, his pink, pointed tongue looks like a young snake crawling out of his mouth.On Nefertiti's slender neck, there are even rose-colored rashes and purple-blue spots caused by excessive abstinence, like the result of a vampire drinking here, and the whole picture shows The weirdness and beauty of the medieval court witch.

He was a squawking cat, suffocated by desire and on the verge of madness.

Large, shiny silver bracelets clanged against fabric-scarred wrists—expensive, high-tech suppressors that were equally ineffective.

"Come here." Two words escaped his throat.

Belmuir took a deep breath, and stroked Shen He's strong thigh muscles with his hands. The degree of force seemed to determine the pros and cons of genes through phrenology.

Shen He's pheromone is a mixed taste after a thunderstorm in spring and summer: particularly strong damp air, spices in the soil, and fresh coconut fragrance.The tail note is highly toxic nitrobenzene vapor, heavy industrial bitter almond flavor, killing all directions.

The voice from the primordial law of natural selection keeps hinting that a one-in-a-thousand Alpha is close at hand, and he should be overwhelmed with ecstasy, and must seize the precious mating opportunity.

Shen He's auditory system tried to capture some order information, but Bemuir didn't say a word.

A kiss landed on his hot forehead.

Shen He gradually moved his lips down, pressing them against his trembling eyelids, and his tongue rolled twice on Xian Jinjin's eyeballs, very similar to some kind of holy religious baptism.As if completing some kind of confirmatory experiment, he stayed for a second before moistening Bemuir's thirsty mouth.

But Baymuir struck fiercely, nearly breaking his neck again.

His sharp teeth, which are suitable for tearing prey, appeared in his mouth, like a cobra's warning posture, like a miniature ring weapon of a portable guillotine that pressed against Shen He's carotid artery.

Bamuir's whole body was trembling, but his hoarse voice contained majesty: "Get out."

He got naked into one of Lu He's windbreakers, and vented all his dirty, wet animal desires in this noble container.

At this time, the phone rang, and Lu He called.

Baymuir, terrified, shut the microphone after answering.

"Xiao Lu, have you had a good lunch? What did you eat? It's cold, so you need to eat something hot." You could hear Lu He saying it with a smile. He also seemed to think it was a bit abrupt, and soon Explained, "I don't have anything else to do, I just want to know what you're doing."

Lu He has the sound of the flight announcement, and he should be in the waiting room.

"I...I..." Hearing his voice, Bemuir couldn't control his desire peacefully.There was glistening moisture in his eyes, and the lower body that clamped his legs was already muddy, in a mess, and the horn buttons of his coat were soaked.

He couldn't even control his own brain, the indulgent evil thoughts pierced through him completely, and the obsessed expression was intertwined with pain: "I miss you...I miss you so much..."

When Lu He was slightly taken aback, Bemuir had already dropped the phone.

He rushed to the bathroom, stuck the needle of the syringe straight into the gland, and pulled hard.

This is the sequential bloodletting of the glands, one of the important components of the modern death penalty system.

Shen He rushed over and hugged the fainted Bemuir.

Lu He is on a business trip, and it will be the afternoon when he arrives home three days later.

The dusty man opened the door with a smile, but immediately froze.

Takeaway boxes were everywhere, socks and half a pizza were tangled together, and the corpses of a few quick-frozen dumplings were frozen on the floor, all covered with slippers.

More than a dozen stray animals are chasing and fighting, like a carnival party in the African savannah.

With tousled hair on top, Bemuir was holding a bucket of potato chips that was half the height of a person, laughing at the variety show that forcibly lowered his intelligence.Electronic rock music was playing from a floor-standing speaker, and he crossed his legs, shaking his left leg to the beat.

"Xiao Lu, I'm back." Lu He tried to call the eye-catching Bemuir, finally vacated a clean place, sat down and discussed, "Let's go to live somewhere else tonight, I'll call the housekeeper Clean the house and come home in two days."

Bemuir sucked milk tea loudly, choked on the pearl with too much force, and shot dirty paper balls at him like an ancient trebuchet, and said in a very annoying and aggressive tone: "Why, you can't stand it!" Just get out and don't stay with me."

Seeing that he didn't want to move, Lu He planned to go off to clean up himself. While looking around to estimate the workload, he directly denied: "No, I want to stay with you."

Baymuir kicked over the bucket he had just brought, and the viscous green detergent dripped all over the floor.

Lu He just asked him to change his splashed clothes, and silently cleaned up the kitchen.

This house does not have any suspended ceilings, the walls and floors are not carved, the color scheme is minimalist and cold, and the lines are very advanced.

There is a picture hanging on the wall of the kitchen.

In the world of black and white, a group of fat cartoon flamingos is too beautiful.

This was when he was just married, and the great painter Baymuir was going to live and die.

In the past, Lu He's scalp tingled every time he saw it.Now, he feels that this is a work of full imagination, and thinking whether other walls are also lacking in color, he needs to add a few watercolors to make his mind happy.

A middle-breed cat jumped onto the table, softly rubbing its palms and acting like a spoiled child.

She has a small apple face, sweet almond eyes, and fluffy pale blond hair.

The 360-degree beauty with no dead angles, even the back view makes people never get tired of it.

Is this what Baymuir changed?

Lu He suddenly thought in a strange way, and went to look at Bemuir who was staggering in the living room, and soon laughed because of his absurdity.

Throughout the past 5000 years, Barrister Lu has never been so stupid.

People who lack emotional experience are not very good at digging into what is actually going on in their hearts.

But he knew that he thought about Baymuir a lot, and more and more.