Sunset Boulevard

Zhang Jue's eyes wandered for a long time, and finally fixed the focus on Chen Boqiao.His sanity seemed to come back a bit, and he stared at Chen Boqiao in a daze without saying a word.The two looked at each other, and before the ash fell, Zhang Jue's hand trembled slightly and he extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Jue asked Chen Boqiao with the volume of talking to himself.

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, and after a while, he said, "I'm afraid your high fever hasn't subsided, so come and have a look."

Zhang Jue's face turned pale, he opened his eyes and asked Chen Boqiao: "Have you finished reading it now?"

"If you finish watching, can you go out?" Zhang Jue added.

Chen Boqiao nodded, turned around and backed out.

After closing the door, Zhang Jue was still lying in front of Chen Boqiao.Chen Boqiao felt both embarrassed and Zhang Jue was very pitiful.It's not that he hasn't seen an Omega who can't control himself after being in heat, but none of those who are struggling with desire and begging to be entered is more pitiful than Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue is like a survivor who has no desire to survive, just wants to have an intact body and a decent face, but is dragged bloody by sexual desire.

——If Zhangjue's inhibitor hadn't been smashed at that time, things wouldn't have been so bad.

Chen Boqiao planned to wait for the chapter decision in the lover's hotel, then walked to his room.Before he took a few steps, his mobile phone with a blue screen vibrated.

Zhang Jue called Chen Boqiao.

Chen Boqiao looked at the name flashing on the screen, stopped in his tracks, and picked it up.

Chen Boqiao waited silently for Zhang Jue to speak. Zhang Jue's breathing was disordered, and he calmed down after waiting for a while.

"When I was 17 years old, I had no differentiation," Zhang Jue said, "My mother was very worried, and she took me to the hospital for an examination.

"The director of the National Hospital told us that according to the examination report, I was born without glands—"

Zhang Jue's voice suddenly stopped, Chen Boqiao didn't ask, but stood quietly, and after waiting for a long time, Zhang Jue continued to speak.Zhang Jue lowered his voice very low, Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue didn't want Chen Boqiao to hear his state and emotions.

Zhang Jue said: "After the examination report came out, it didn't take long for Jiaxi to differentiate into an Omega. Our parents always hoped that we could get married. I also thought a lot, and finally decided to have a differentiation-promoting surgery for implanting glands.

"At that time, due to many reasons, the τ-promoting agent needed for surgery had been recalled by Zhaohua Medical, but the dean assured my father that the τ-promoting agent kept in them was absolutely perfect, and I had no glands, and I It is the people that the tau differentiation-promoting agent is really aimed at.

"He said the operation was not dangerous and the success rate was 90.00%[-]."

Having said that, Zhang Jue stopped again, his breathing became short, and it sounded like he was in pain.

Chen Boqiao held the mobile phone close to his ear, and stood upright in the empty corridor.

The carpet in the corridor is brown mosaic, the wallpaper is off-white checkered, one wooden door after another on the wall, painted unevenly with pink paint, and a copper metal plate is hung on each door.

There is 201 on the left of Chen Boqiao, and 204 on the right.

The chapter decision is at 207.

"Are you one percent?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue.

"No. I have glands," Zhang Jue said slowly, as if uttering every word with great effort, "It's not like I don't have glands.

"—I took the wrong inspection report.

"After the gland was implanted, it differentiated very well, and Ai Jiaxi and I got engaged. We both thought the operation was a success.

"After three months, another gland of mine differentiated naturally."

"Then, just like what you saw just now, I became..." Zhang Jue paused for a few seconds before finding an adjective that suits him, "neither human nor ghost."

Both ends of the phone were quiet, Chen Boqiao was still waiting, but Zhang Jue seemed to feel that he had finished speaking, so he stopped talking.

Zhang Jue might have taken the phone a little further away, Chen Boqiao couldn't hear his breathing, so he called him by name: "Zhang Jue?"

After more than ten seconds, Zhang Jue said sullenly: "I am here."

Chen Boqiao asked him: "Do you need my help?"

Zhang Jue's other end fell silent for a while, Chen Boqiao waited for a while, then changed the method, and asked Zhang Jue once: "Can I come in?"

After a while, Zhang Jue let out a "huh".

So Chen Boqiao walked back and reopened the door of Room 207.

Zhang Jue covered his body with a quilt.

He is not sure what Chen Boqiao intends to help him, and he doubts whether Chen Boqiao can help him, but Zhang Jue's preferred answer to Chen Boqiao's suggestion is always "yes" or "yes". .

The door was opened and closed again. Chen Boqiao took off his mask and sunglasses and placed them on the glass cabinet in the entrance.

He was dressed differently from the morning and changed his shirt. If Zhang Jue wasn't so dizzy, he might have praised Chen Boqiao's strong anti-reconnaissance ability in his heart.

Looking at Chen Boqiao from a half-lying angle, Chen Boqiao looked even taller. He walked to Zhang Jue frankly, and asked calmly and gently: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The fact is that as soon as Chen Boqiao entered the room, Zhang Jue became even more uncomfortable.But Zhang never wanted to mention it, so he didn't say anything.

Chen Boqiao sat on the edge of the bed unaware, very close to Zhang Jue, he stretched out his hand, touched Zhang Jue's forehead, and said, "Still having a fever." Body temperature, will it last for a long time?"

Zhang Jue didn't have the strength to answer, so he turned his head slightly away, trying to keep Chen Boqiao's back from sticking to him.When Chen Boqiao noticed Zhang Jue's actions, he raised his hand. Zhang Jue thought he was going to take his hand back, but he pinched Zhang Jue's chin down, looked down at Zhang Jue, and gradually lowered his hand, pressing The glands of the chapter decision.

Chen Boqiao lowered his eyes and asked Zhang Jue: "You used to be in heat, how long will it take for you to recover?"

"If there is a relief tool," Zhang Jue was pressed uncomfortably by him, and raised his hand to push Chen Boqiao's hand away, but there was no push, so he could only say intermittently, "more than ten hours, or a day."

"Let me help you." Chen Boqiao said.He dimmed the lights even more, and the cheap, dim orange light in the room dimmed people and objects.Zhang Jue half-opened his eyes, watching blankly.

Chen Boqiao pulled back Zhang Jue's quilt, letting the air-conditioning in the room stick to Zhang Jue's exposed skin. He lowered his head, broke Zhang Jue's knee, stretched out his hand, and took Zhang Jue's hand from Zhang Jue's thigh. He took out the thing to comfort himself, turned off the power, and threw it at the end of the bed.

Zhang Jue was very afraid that Chen Boqiao would laugh at him, but Chen Boqiao didn't. He just slowly unbuttoned his shirt and casually asked Zhang Jue, "Where did you buy it?" Zhang decided to relax the conversation.

"Downstairs." Zhang Jue said.

Zhang Jue smelled a strong alpha pheromone smell, and saw Chen Boqiao approaching him.Zhang Jue wanted to tell Chen Boqiao that he just opened a box of condoms and put them on the bedside table, they can be used if needed.

But Chen Boqiao's speed was faster than Zhang Jue's. He seemed to have seen the condoms there a long time ago, took one off by himself, and put it on with his back to Zhang Jue. , Chen Boqiao pressed Zhang Jue down.

He slowly entered Zhang Jue's body, pressed against Zhang Jue's ear, and told Zhang Jue: "The condom is too small."

Chen Boqiao made love with Zhang Jue in a very traditional position.With great strength, he separated Zhang Jue's legs, pressed Zhang Jue's hips, and walked in and out at a leisurely pace.Zhang Jue's bodily fluids due to excitement were squeezed out from the place of intercourse, being pushed apart by his things, dripping on the bed sheet.Except for the sound of bodies colliding, and Zhang Jue's short moans that he couldn't hold back sometimes, there was no sound in the room.

Chen Boqiao made love very holy, and didn't even touch Zhang Jue's body too much. He put one hand on Zhang Jue's waist.

In a trance, Zhang Jue looked at the person above him, thinking that he should have never been emotional.

When Chen Boqiao said he was helping Zhang Jue, he was really just helping a bunch of Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue was soon fucked to a climax. Perhaps because he was too unconscious, he hooked Chen Boqiao's neck and wanted to ask for a kiss from Chen Boqiao, but before he could use any force, Chen Boqiao pressed him down. .

After Chen Boqiao pressed Zhang Jue's arm, he paused for a moment, and after an unknown amount of time, he lowered his head and kissed Zhang Jue.Chen Boqiao sucked Zhang Jue's lips, and took a wet kiss that wasn't too long or too short.

Zhang Jue ejaculated intermittently, his body was easily satisfied, his heat seemed to be dropping, and his mind was no longer in a trance, because Chen Boqiao helped him.

But Zhang Jue's eyes hurt, and his throat seemed to be scratched by a blade.

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.Chen Boqiao was not interested in him, Chen Boqiao had told him ten years ago.

Zhang Jue made a lot of stupid decisions, was unlucky, and suffered a lot for it. He knew better than anyone else that he was a man without merit, attractive and dull.

Then it should be because of shame and guilt that Zhang Jue's lacrimal glands will continuously secrete warm liquid.

Chen Boqiao stopped, and seemed to touch his face lightly, but he didn't seem to.

Zhang Jue turned his head sideways, buried half of his face in the quilt, tears flowed from the corners of his tightly closed eyes, ran down the bridge of his nose, and quickly seeped into the dry quilt.