the castration plan

To numb his nerves and get a good night's sleep, Baymuir took five times as much cold medicine and a large bottle of liquor.Soon, the body had a strong disulfiram reaction, and the drowsy Omega fell headfirst on the sofa.

But after only 5 minutes, the violent expansion of the blood vessels in the neck and the pulsating headache woke him up completely. He kept sucking his nose and making a whimpering sound that sounded like he was crying. In fact, he was in urgent need of oxygen therapy.

"Come here." Omega's conjunctival bloodshot eyes stared at Shen He, and the eye sockets that had been washed by the salty liquid all night were so red that it gave the illusion of dark eyeliner, and the surrounding space was dizzy with a layer of light, "Lie That."

He lit a thick Havana cigar with a special long wooden match, held it with his index finger and thumb and twisted it gently, letting the mellow and timeless smoke linger in his mouth for a moment, and then gently exhaled it when it reached his throat, on Shen He's chest Jumped back and forth several times.

This is a clumsy imitation of Lu He's pheromone taste, which is not quite like it. This type of cigar has a flavor of youthful fire, while his Alpha's breath is obviously much more mature.

The soot naturally broke and fell neatly on the table.In the end, Baymuir casually pulled a washcloth to cover the upper half of Shen He's face.

Belmuir curled up in Alpha's arms like a clam, even though the severe physical pain made him tremble, he still fell asleep sweetly in less than half a minute.

It was nine o'clock in the evening when he woke up, and Roman was floating on his bedside like a big silver ghost.

"Good morning, my little princess." Roman's icicle-like fingertips tapped his forehead, like a priest in charge of an exorcism ceremony in a church, and then slid towards his neck.

His gentle voice is not purely non-aggressive and harmless, but it is instructive and can make people relax: "I love your eyes shining in the clear sky, and your lips are reserved and charming today. My rose, today I still miss your beautiful hair roaming the golden waves."

"Fuck your mother." Bemuir didn't wonder how he got in, and clicked his lips very loudly, "Where did you come from?"

But he heard the sound of metal clashing.

Quentin was standing at the door of the bedroom, using his semi-mechanical arm to reach the beam, and his closed mouth made a sound like a large dog.

"There's a bug in, it's troubling you, I'm catching it, miss." Quentin always called Omega that way.

This sentence was like a cannonball, and Bemuir immediately recognized the pun: "I said you can't commit crimes in China!"

Roman smiled and said nothing, and said after a while: "Look at my bloodshot jealous eyes, Quentin, do you think that arrogant Mr. Jiang is not worthy of death?"

"No! He has a sister!" Baymuir kicked the leg of his chair. "Are you listening to me, Roman?"

"Then how do I extinguish my mad weed-like poisonous fire?" He caressed Bamuir's lips and the silky silk dressing gown, approached slowly, smiled and kissed the twinkling eyelashes, dumbfounded. And let out a long sigh of joy, "You understand that compared with the sweetness of your body fluid, what comes out of Hippocrine is nothing but clear water."

Baymuir swallowed a handful of psychotropic drugs, couldn't find a clean cup, turned on the tap, bent over and poured water into his mouth.

"You need to stop the drug, because olanzapine can easily cause side effects of weight gain." Roman frowned frequently, "It has a strong effect on serotonin and dopamine, and dopamine is involved in the hypothalamus to regulate food intake. Satiety has a lot to do with it."

In front of him, Bemuir continued to eat two full aluminum pills, while Roman handed the remaining pill box to Quentin, whose steel fingers spun at high speed, shuffling them like a paper shredder rotten.

"Can you go out? I'm going to have dinner, and you are here to affect my appetite." Bemuir was ordering fried chicken takeaway.

"Before that, I need to know your recipe, Bermuel." Roman shook his head, "I feel sad and disappointed that you don't cherish your pure and innocent beauty like a goddess."

"How should I cherish it, tell me? Cherish it like you do?" Baymuir laughed sharply.

"Like locking me in a dark room for eight months on water and rabbit meat for being a pound overweight? Like breaking my calf six times just because it wasn't straight enough? Like you like a thin waist and two pairs of ribs ? Like injecting me with myolytic injections three times a month, just to fit your white and thin aesthetics? Like complaining that I have freckles and calluses, what do you call that, oh, frosted glass! Then give me peeling medicine , My skin is falling off layer by layer like a snake. I have known you for ten years, right? Let me peel off my skin for nine months every twelve months? I dare not use hot water when I take a fucking bath! Now I don’t need it, The last layer is gone, only the red one is left, you like it so much, it’s very tender to the touch, right? Touch it! I’m fucking naked and lying there so you can touch it, okay?”

Bemuir threw the phone on the table, took out the whipped cream from the refrigerator, squeezed it into his mouth with a decorating gun, then raised his neck and showed Alpha his glistening jaw and tongue: "I'm going to destroy It, please kill me, Roman."

Roman watched quietly as he finished two liters of pure solid fat.

"I admit that my love for you is inseparable from your slender but mature body. Under the willow waist of Hebe, how perfect, soft and peaceful is the curve of the holy thigh carved by Raphael. Such a person The darling of the Goddess of Grace, Botticelli can't paint your spring scenery, it is the unrivaled beauty of thought and interpretation contained in the waves of my goddess of love, don't let me lose it, okay?"

"It's dead, I'm dead, when will you die?" Baymuir's plate contained many pieces of oily meat, and the knife and fork poked deeply.

"Bermuel, I thought that in your heart, my previous mistakes in love had ended in Dunkirk." Roman said, "You persuaded me to stop my revenge and let go of those Interpol who captured you. For this purpose, you slapped me on the pier and shot me. I guess you were nervous. The place you wanted to shoot was the heart, didn't you?"

"All the fleet in the English Channel saw that scene. You have disgraced me all over Sicily and Corsica in France."

Although it was fierce words, Roman looked at him and his eyes flowed calmly like milk: "And I didn't make you pay for it. You are still my apple, the highest crystallization of existence on this planet." .From the continent of Europa to the Ural Mountains in the east, and to the land of Cape Marocchi in the south, who doesn’t look envious of you, and everything bows down and cheers to you.”

"You are like a Christian who advocates forgiveness, occupying the moral high ground, or you are a woman of Eastern blood who will never understand that when dealing with enemies, only death will cure their diseases." Roman said, "And you sympathize with the whole world. In the world, except for me, everyone has a reason to be pitiful with you. You have no bottom line, take in war orphans and the elderly, and let go of top-level prisoners. Have I ever pursued you with you? Only once did I wave the back of my hand fiercely Smacked you for dropping an overdose of sleeping pills in my sherry."

"Because my heart has been eroded for you long ago, I waited for the return of your love with neurasthenia, carefully recovering and developing. Before every major act, my heart wants to say a few words to you. You control it, You are a ruthless rider galloping boldly."

"Later, even though you were wearing only pink socks, lying naked in my arms, with your snow-white butt facing me, your wicked eyes were rolling around my lower body, and you were saying 'ho' and 'oops' You have a girlish and charming voice that most arouses my insatiable sexual desire, and I don’t even dare to touch your private parts with respect and love. I have no lustful thoughts about my beauty god.”

"It took me half a year of sweet talk, but I couldn't persuade you to give me your arms and legs for a while, or change into a pleated and plain white dress, and walk with me on the beautiful turf on the hillside of the Dolomites. Lunch."

"My desire to caress my Omega can't be relieved, and you can't feel the extreme pain of abstinence. You firmly believe that all promises are tricks of eloquence, and every time I appear, an unpredictable drama begins to unfold .”

That kind of tone is like cutting from the mellowness of the violin to the deepness of the cello: "One time when I returned to Italy, the local government paid tribute to twelve Venetian girls. I shot them all, cut off their passionate breasts and sent them to your room as a gift. Doesn’t a 16th birthday present also prove my undying loyalty to you? It was a sleepless night full of radiance.”

The horrible red memory of that day's hell-like mountains of corpses and seas of blood suddenly surged out, and Omega was once on the verge of an unfathomable abyss of destruction.

Bemuir's eyelids were puffy, his legs were trembling, he held on to the edge of the trash can, and vomited loudly.

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