Chapter 8：

Dimly lit, quiet room.

The atmosphere suddenly changed again, and even the air became sticky.

Fitz noticed the discomfort: "What, are you uncomfortable?"

Fitz stepped forward and looked down at him: "On June 13th, was it you?"

He Huan was overwhelmed by his message, and subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he couldn't stand firmly.

Without support, he fell directly into the sofa.

The soft cushion bounced He Huan up, and He Huan raised his neck, breathing hard.

His hair was disheveled, sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the exposed side earlobe was as bright as a pomegranate.

Fitz leaned over, his tall figure cast a shadow that completely enveloped him: "Why are you afraid of releasing pheromone?"

He Huan hated his aggressiveness, but his body followed his instinct, stretched out trembling hands, and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Forget it, today this situation cannot be avoided.

He Huan pulled Fitz into him in a broken jar, raised his chin, and panted, "I'm afraid I'll release the pheromone, and you won't be able to stand it..."

Fitz lowered his eyes and touched the slender fingers of the other party pulling the corner of his clothes.

The line of sight traces back along the fingertips, from the wrist to the arm, shoulder, neck, and directly to the gland.

"How do you know I can't stand it?"

There was a small bump on the back of the neck, white and smooth, without any trace.

After being thoroughly marked by alha, the tooth marks on the glands will take at least a month to heal.

And because of alha's possessiveness and oga's instinctive desire, the glands are repeatedly injected with pheromones, and many oga glands are like ripe fruit for a lifetime, showing a state of almost erosion, which is proof of being overly loved.

Fitz remembered that he loved this place very much, injecting pheromone again and again, but still felt that it was not enough.

Marked thoroughly more than once.

He Huan kissed her lips, but he dodged them, barely brushing her chin.

Just such a brief contact made his soul tremble.

"Well…"

Fitz frowned, feeling faint heart palpitations.

To get rid of this discomfort, he pressed He Huan's shoulder to prevent him from moving.

"Around June 13th, there are only three oga living in the Hamamatsu villa area, two of whom are married, and the rest are you, living next door to me."

He Huan smiled indifferently, put his cheek against his strong arm, rubbed it lightly, and looked at him with winking eyes: "It's a coincidence, isn't it?"

Fitz held his hair with five fingers, one pulled it forward vigorously, their noses were facing each other, and their breaths were intertwined.

"During the surveillance, the white T-shirt you wore was taken from me, right?"

He Huan forgot about this: "Then do I look good in my clothes?"

Fitz grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down on the sofa: "Run in my clothes, huh?"

He Huan took the initiative to put his arms on his shoulders: "As you can see, I still have a lot of things to deal with at home."

Just as Fitz was about to speak, He Huan quickly pressed his thumb on his lips: "It's so disappointing to say these things, I need you very much now."

The pheromone, as sweet as honey, escaped without warning, harassing Fitz's sanity.

It is exactly the same as the scent that has been dreaming and dreaming for a while, and the matching degree has reached a deadly 100%.

He still had a series of questions that he didn't ask, but the other party's offer of glands took away all his attention in an instant.

He Huan tilted his neck and raised his shoulders, his moist eyes silently conveyed the invitation.

Fitz's eyes darkened suddenly, his fingers pressed against the swollen glands, no alha could refuse the temptation of his own oga.

Indeed, compared to those messy questions, Alha's nature urged him to take possession of this oga first.

Fitz clasped He Huan's hands with his right hand and pressed them firmly on top of his head, and opened his neck with his left hand to completely expose the glands.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sharp teeth pierced through this thin layer of skin in an instant, injecting pheromone with a forceful manner.

As if to retaliate against the gland being erased, He Huan felt that the pheromone injection took a particularly long time this time.

He Huan's body was in convulsions all the time, his eyes were completely lost, and he opened his mouth to breathe heavily.

Like a stranded fish struggling to get back into the river.

It's a pity that any of his struggles were in vain, and he was forcibly suppressed by the man.

I don't know how long it took for this torture to end. When He Huan came to his senses, he suddenly thought that a century had passed.

He felt the other's fingers still stroking his glands.

Looking at each other, He Huan was flustered by the depth in his eyes.

He didn't mind spending another pleasant night with this high-quality man, but unfortunately there were people guarding him outside.

If identity is revealed...

Thinking of Mrs. Gloria's attitude towards men, he must not be a simple character.

He Huan doesn't want to be entangled with such a person at all, which means endless trouble.

Now that he has achieved his goal, he can withdraw and leave.

He Huan offered red lips, this time the other party did not hide, but ran over hard.

He Huan let out a sigh of satisfaction, a little regretful that the time and place were wrong.

The index finger gently touched the man's eyebrows, and silently recited the mantra.

After receiving the comfort of the alha pheromone, he will no longer have the situation where his legs go weak when he sees the other party.

He is in control of his body and mind as usual.

…

Xu Yihan, who was guarding the door, heard the sound of the door opening, and immediately went up to meet him: "Fei..."

When he saw that it was He Huan, he couldn't help being stunned.

At this time, He Huan was fully dressed, no different from when he met them before.

"Mr. Fitz seems to be in a bad mood and says he wants to be alone inside."

Xu Yihan looked into the room. Fitz was sitting on the sofa with his back to them, facing the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Xu Yihan asked He Huan: "So you are not..."

He Huan smiled: "I'm not the oga Mr. Fitz is looking for."

Gloria sharply saw He Huan's blushing eyes and slightly swollen lips, and always felt that his expression at this time was very much like being satisfied after being loved.

She asked meaningfully: "You guys have been chatting for a long time, I thought you were the oga he was looking for."

He Huan met her lavender eyes and sighed regretfully: "Mr. Fitz is a bit lost, I comforted him."

His brows and eyes were curved, and he bit the word "comfort" a little hard.

The author has something to say: Gong: I didn’t feel comforted, the role I played today is Mori Kogoro Fitz.

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