Chapter Six

Jiang Zhihuo's posture was clearly to provoke trouble.

The school bully gets along well with the others, but he can't get along with the god of learning, and the status of a rival in love is a hurdle that cannot be crossed between the two.

Everyone in Class 4 was silent, pretending to be writing test papers, but actually watching the every move of the two bosses.

Yan Mu raised his eyes, and glanced at Jiang Zhihuo with his usual indifferent eyes. The two looked at each other, and neither of them looked away.

Every time the god of learning and the bully look at each other, it is an invisible confrontation in the eyes of the four classes.

At the end of the confrontation, Yan Mu got up and followed Jiang Zhihuo out.

"Thank you Qiu." Xie Qiuping walked closest to Yan Mu. Someone patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's the matter with them? What's the matter?"

"I don't know." Xie Qiu was also confused, when did Brother Yan and Jiang Zhihuo meet?

Others also talked about it.

"Brother Huo's eyes were too fierce just now, wasn't he?"

"They won't fight, will they?"

"Probably not."

"Look at the red line in Yan Shen's hand, was it pinched or beaten?" The person who spoke was in the first row, and he didn't pay attention at first, but later someone in the group mentioned it, and he was close. I can see it clearly, "The color is too dark, it looks like blood."

The fourth class was nervous, and the violent incident between the school god and the school bully did not happen at all.

Pretending to be nonchalant and walking to the end of the stairs has already exhausted Jiang Zhihuo's acting skills all his life. There is a corner between floors, which is usually used to pile up sundries, and it is very dark. Jiang Zhihuo dragged Yan Mu into this small space, leaned against the wall, and then——

The whole person threw himself into Yan Mu's arms, inhaling frantically.

Yan Mu: "..."

Yan Mu didn't release pheromones on purpose, but Jiang Zhihuo was marked, so he was very sensitive to Yan Mu's smell. The fresh smell after the rain couldn't be described in words, but it was very comfortable.

All the fever symptoms on his body disappeared the instant he met Yan Mu, and the pain that tormented him all night disappeared like a dream. Jiang Zhihuo had never felt so light in his body.

Comparing the two sides, if you don't take responsibility for anything, you're fucking farting.

Suffering for too long, Jiang Zhihuo didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the actions just now, so he took off his hat and exposed his neck.

The gauze had been torn off by him long ago, and the piece bitten yesterday left an extremely obvious tooth mark.

"Here." Jiang Zhihuo deliberately got close to Yan Mu, "You bit me."

Jiang Zhihuo: "You must be responsible to me to the end."

These words were justified, as if the words "Don't worry, everything is normal, you don't need to be responsible" yesterday were not his words.

Jiang Zhihuo didn't give Yan Mu any chance to refuse, he stepped on the cardboard box, grabbed him by the neckline and pulled him down. The two of them were very close at this moment, almost nose to nose distance.

His voice is clear and bright, and the ending will always rise a little bit, sounding lazy and unserious.

"From now on, you can only be my Alpha."

Jiang Zhihuo thought that what he said was very domineering, and he didn't want to be a domineering person at all. He should turn around and leave after he finished speaking, leaving a confident back without giving people a little time to react.

However, as soon as he let go of his hand, the burning sensation reappeared, and the pain spread all over his body in an instant. Jiang Zhihuo's feet almost went limp on the spot, and he immediately pushed Yan Mu against the wall and buried him in his neck.

Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

Yan Mu: "..."

Yan Mu usually can't touch people, so he's naturally not used to being hugged like this, but the tooth mark was right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't push Jiang Zhihuo away no matter what. Just like this, Jiang Zhihuo hugged him for a few minutes, seeing that the other party didn't want to let go at all, Yan Mu asked in a low voice, "Is that enough?"

Jiang Zhihuo didn't let go: "Not enough."

Yan Mu: "You want to keep doing this?"

Jiang Zhihuo thinks that his ability to accept is not bad, anyway, it is impossible to survive the whole night like last night if he is beaten to death, it is terrible. Regardless of the answer or not, he will find a way to make Yan Mu responsible. He tightly hugged Yan Mu's waist: "Then what can I do? My legs will go weak when I let go."

Yan Mu said, "My house is nearby, go to my house."

"To your house?" Jiang Zhihuo raised his head.

His eyes are beautiful, with dark pupils and long and soft eye ends. Looking at it from this angle, the indecentness that he always holds in his mouth is covered by thick and long eyelashes.

Yan Mu was slightly taken aback, and after a moment's pause, he recovered his voice: "Yes."

It's not impossible, it's better than being hugged in school forever.

Jiang Zhihuo asked again: "How to get there?"

Yan Mu: "..."

This question is very practical.

"..." Yan Mu only knew that the follow-up treatment needed his cooperation, and the doctor didn't explain the specific method to him, so he speculated from Jiang Zhihuo's action of pounced on him as soon as he saw him, "It's okay to touch me?"

"That's right." Jiang Zhihuo recalled what the doctor said yesterday, that contact in various senses is needed, physical contact or bodily fluid contact.

Body. Fluid contact? Does kissing count? Isn't saliva also body fluid? Anyway, they kissed yesterday, so Yan Mu shouldn't mind—it's useless to mind.

He asked tactfully: "Maybe... the closer it is, the better the effect will be."

"That's close." Yan Mu's meaning is very simple, hold hands, hook shoulders and backs, as long as they can touch each other.

Jiang Zhihuo: "?"

so refreshing?

Jiang Zhihuo: "You said so."

Yan Mu let out a "hmm".

Jiang Zhihuo moved his hand and caressed Yan Mu's face. After being hugged for so long, his movements were much bolder. He patted his cheeks a few times, as if confirming the position, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed it forward.

Yan Mu didn't have time to react, Jiang Zhihuo's face got closer and closer, his lips were covered with soft touch, and he even gently sucked his upper and lower lips.

Yan Mu: "!"

After Jiang Zhihuo finished these actions, he immediately let go of his hand, stepped back, and wiped the back of his hand fiercely on his lips several times.

I was not sober yesterday, but I kissed Yan Mu when I was sober today, it feels really bad.

At that time, it was his first kiss with a smile on his face. In fact, he was also the first kiss. The first kiss should be dedicated to a beautiful girl, but he didn't expect to only kiss a man.

Boys' lips are not as soft as imagined, and they don't have the legendary fragrant and soft taste that belongs to girls.

But it works. After letting go of his hands, he didn't feel any more discomfort, at least he didn't need to stick to Yan Mu's body like a koala.

After wiping, Jiang Zhihuo raised his head, Yan Mu didn't intend to move at all, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked at him with the indescribable expression at the door of the consulting room yesterday.

Jiang Zhihuo: "Didn't you say it should be closer?"

What does it mean to be close?

Seeing that Yan Mu still had the same expression, Jiang Zhihuo directly pushed him away: "Put away that expression of yours, you are mine now, why don't you kiss me once or twice?!"

Jiang Zhihuo paused after finishing speaking, feeling that the sentence was too ambiguous, and he was too lazy to change his words. It was important to solve the business, and urged, "Go to the classroom to get things, I'll wait for you here!"

Yan Mu: "..."

Jiang Zhihuo never expected that one day he would go home with Yan Mu.

Yan Mu lives in the community next to the school, very close to the school, the environment of the community is beautiful, the garden downstairs is full of green plants, Jiang Zhihuo followed Yan Mu into it.

The mouth kiss just now was not bad, and I walked all the way for five or six minutes, and my body didn't feel any discomfort.

Jiang Zhihuo originally thought that the rich second generation like Yan Mu would live in a bigger house. When he opened the door, he saw only a one-bedroom, one bedroom and one living room. There were not many things in the living room. The supplies are so clean and tidy that there is no breath of life.

Yan Mu brought Jiang Zhihuo a pair of slippers. He had never brought anyone here before, and there were only a few bottles of mineral water left in the refrigerator, so he took them out and threw them to Jiang Zhihuo.

Jiang Zhihuo took it, just as he was thirsty, raised his head and drank a few mouthfuls, and sat down on the sofa without seeing anything else: "Your house... really lived in people?"

Yan Mu: "Yes."

Jiang Zhihuo thought that it would be so cold if someone lived there, it must be a cleanliness or obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Yan Mu sat down, he didn't like to chat, and asked directly: "Let me understand the situation first."

After hugging, biting, and kissing, and having survived the night of fever, Jiang Zhihuo felt that there was nothing he couldn't say, so he directly relayed what the doctor told him yesterday to Yan Mu.

Hearing that there will be continuous fever symptoms, Yan Mu is not surprised. When I came back last night, I checked the case of A changing to O, and this situation will indeed occur.

Yan Mu was not surprised when he heard that the medicine could not be used due to being marked, and he needed to rely on pheromones. The doctor had informed him, and he had already stated that he was to blame, so it was impossible to shirk responsibility.

When you hear that physical contact or body fluid contact is required.

"..." Yan Mu froze, "What did you say?"

Jiang Zhihuo is also very helpless, but he doesn't want to do this if there is a way, what is it to bump into his love rival all day long?

"I took the medicine and the inhibitor, but it didn't work." Jiang Zhihuo leaned on the sofa and looked up at the spotless ceiling, feeling hopeless, "It almost killed me last night."

Yan Mu's reaction at this moment was the same as Jiang Zhihuo's reaction after listening to the doctor's words yesterday, and he was stunned for a long time.

Jiang Zhihuo had a relatively clear idea on the way here. Since the situation has become like this, he must find a way to solve it. There are two words in the mouth, but the statement is in the end general. There are few such cases, and since each individual is different, doctors can't say everything, and they have to think about it themselves.

Just as Jiang Zhihuo was about to speak, Yan Mu finally turned his attention and asked first, "Can you clean the mark?"

He and Jiang Zhihuo wanted to go together, but they couldn't find it online. Yan Mu knew a lot of people from a family like this, so he should be able to ask the price.

Yan Mu went to the balcony and made a phone call.

Before he came in, Jiang Zhihuo thought that there might be something going on. In his expectant eyes, Yan Mu said a price that he could not save enough in this life, the next life, the next life, and the next life, and a price sent by the other party. A picture - the possible adverse consequences of cleaning the mark.

The first, the mortality rate is 80%.

Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

Fine.

There is no way to clean the marks, so we can only look at how the pheromones are used. Jiang Zhihuo already has a few guesses in his mind. Perhaps the duration of the relief of fever symptoms is related to the way of contact. Just about to open his mouth to say it, Yan Mu first took it out of the drawer. A stack of A4 papers, confirming the status quo: "Fever symptoms will not be interrupted, but they will be suppressed after touching my pheromone, right?"

Jiang Zhihuo: "Yes."

Yan Mu understood, sat down, and continued: "You touched me just now, and if you let go of your hand, you will experience symptoms. It has been twenty minutes since you touched your lips, and there are no symptoms."

"Yes." Jiang Zhihuo said.

"It may be related to the way of contact." Yan Mu guessed, listed several situations on the paper, and said while writing, "The pheromone actually covers the surface of the body, and the amount is different for each part."

He finished writing and handed it to Jiang Zhihuo. Seeing the above words, Jiang Zhihuo was already mentally prepared, probably knew what Yan Mu wanted to do next, and when he saw it, his face was still red and hot.

The fingers holding the paper became tighter and tighter, creating several folds.

The words on the paper are very beautiful, with sharp strokes, and it says:

Holding hands, hugging, kissing (touching lips, deep kissing), biting ears, neck, touching daily objects (such as pens, underwear)...

Yan Mu's voice carried the usual indifference, he said: "Try these first."