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The mermaid looked at him dazedly, froze for a moment, and suddenly tore off the web between her fingers with her fangs, and clasped it together with the ten fingers of Bai Chunian's left hand.
The temperature of his hands was very low, but it was not cold. Instead, it had the coolness of the cold wind at six or seven o'clock in the morning.
Bai Chunian didn't see the outside world very often. He remembered the time when he followed the old researcher surnamed Bai out of the laboratory. The cool wind was blowing on him. The old man told him that it was early summer.
His old researcher was a fat old man in his 60s. He hung a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in the breast pocket of his white coat for many years, and carried a miniature version of Rimbaud's Poems in his pocket.
Sometimes the experiment ended early, and the old man took out a small book to read. When he was reading, Bai Chunian sat in the isolation box leaning against the glass and looked at him, listening to the old man read in a voice as old as a short-circuited hair dryer:
"I embraced the summer dawn."
At that time, Bai Chunian thought that the poet that the old man liked to read was the ultimate romance in the world. In his few free time, he represented the sum of all the beautiful things outside Bai Chunian's imagination.
Bai Chunian carefully held the mermaid in his arms, and the mermaid's cold body was next to his chest.
"Rimbo."
This is the name he gave the mermaid.
Bai Chunian took out the small paper bag wrapped with fish scales from the pocket of the team uniform, put the pearls and a few pieces of blue scales together, folded it and put it back in the pocket, got up and sat beside Rimbaud's bed, and lifted a corner of the quilt.
Rimbaud turned into a ball again and did not move. What was different from before was that the blue fish tail and fins were congested and turned bright red.
"Your fault, why are you so angry?" Bai Chunian lay down beside him and used pheromones to comfort him.
Bai Chunian didn't want to think about the wound he just saw, but the scary appearance of the wound could not help but come to his eyes. There were more than one row of needle holes during the suture. It seemed that the suture was done more than once. Ulcer spots, it seems that his alpha is a reckless man who only rampages, and doesn't understand Lianxiangxiyu at all.
He regretted bringing Rimbaud here. He should have listened to the president's words and handed Rimbaud to the omega alliance expert team, and they would give him a comprehensive examination and diagnosis.
Under the comfort of the pheromone, Rimbaud opened his body unconsciously, and the fish tail returned to a peaceful blue color. When he fell asleep, his body was very soft and could be manipulated at will.
The cooling temperature of the air conditioner on the second floor was a bit low for Bai Chunian. He had a small layer of goose bumps on his forearm and neck, but he still hugged the softly sleeping fish into his arms, constantly releasing soothing pheromones to help Rimbaud repairs the fin he accidentally broke.
Lan Bo half-curled his body, his forehead lightly resting on Bai Chunian's chest, his light-colored eyebrows knitted together, his eyelashes trembled from time to time, and he was pitiful but unaware.
Can't blame him entirely. Every time he looked at Rimbaud, the pair of sea blue pupils could emit an invisible current that made his heart tremble. Could there be an alpha who could not fall into Rimbaud's breeding box? No, alpha is fundamentally Unable to contain the thought of touching him.
"After you go out, are you still escaping?" Bai Chunian lowered his head and kissed between Rimbaud's fluffy golden hair, "I kept you in the basement of my house, and I came to accompany you every day to feed you, That way no one will know about you and won't take you away, okay?"
Chapter 21
As the clock on the wall was approaching four in the morning, Rimbaud opened his eyes first.
The temperature in the room is unexpectedly suitable. After staying in the water for a long time, it will appear that the land temperature is too high, and the brain will become dull and irritable because of the heat.
Alpha just lay beside him and fell asleep, wrapping him in a protective posture on his side, with his arms around his waist, because the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was too low, and the hairs stood up one by one. Layers of tiny goosebumps.
The faint smell of brandy in the room has not completely dissipated, and the abundance of soothing pheromones makes the ordinary small room more warm.
Rimbaud silently looked at the alpha sleeping beside him, his eyes traced along the angular young face all the way to the bruised and scabbed neck, and frowned coldly - the expression was like a parent who beat the bear child in a hurry. , looking back and seeing a child with a slap print on his buttocks is as complicated as falling asleep.
I haven't seen each other for three years, and the little alpha seems to have lost its youthful youthfulness. The skin that has been darkened twice because of the wind and sun on the mission is not as white and delicate as before in the breeding box, but it is still handsome.
But three years older, he is not as good as he used to be. Although he is stronger than before, he seems to be infected with too many bad habits.
Thinking of the quarrel just now, Rimbaud's tail turned red again, and he couldn't figure out how the soft little white lion who depended on his own pheromones would bite him back.
During the incubation period, the experimental subjects could not understand the language, nor could they express themselves, but their thinking was sensitive. Rimbaud has now analyzed the emotions and behaviors of the people around him and found that he exists in a virtual environment at this time, and he can also feel lying down. The white lion beside him is abnormally impulsive and irritable.
"chu g..." Lan Bo tried to read out the name that Bai Chunian taught him.
"chu, ch...g"
"chq..."
"noob."
This is rather smooth.
Rimbaud briefly forgot the farce he had just seen blood, and pushed the alpha, who was quietly inhaling the faint scent of pheromone in his neck.
Bai Chunian didn't wake up as vigilantly as usual when performing tasks. Instead, he fell asleep, squeezed over and hugged Rimbaud as a fish-shaped pillow, and put on one leg too much.
Because of being held too tightly, the temperature of his skin rose rapidly, and Lan Bo was scalded uncomfortably. He couldn't help but struggled twice.
With a loud bang, Bai Chunian rolled onto the carpet and woke up. He leaned on the edge of the bed and sat up, rubbing his head drowsily, with a sleepy and innocent look on his face.
Seeing that Lanbo's tail was still red, Bai Chunian blurted out: "What about it? Is it so angry? I gave you a night to soothe the pheromone, the glands are all shriveled, you kicked me off when you woke up?"