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Rimbaud lightly flicked his eyelashes, released a soothing pheromone, and stared at him with his chin up.
"cabean se weyena quaun kadin kimo. (The dusty throne of the queen of the caribbean has been waiting for you)"
"boliea milaye. (my little boy)"
His voice was tired and low.
After being transformed into an experimental body in the incubation period, he lost his ability to think and also forgot some things. He could only rely on instinct to make judgments and reactions, but as time passed, the memory fragments kept piecing together, and Rimbaud's thinking ability was recover.
After more than ten minutes, Alpha seemed to fall asleep, and Lan Bo struggled to get out of Bai Chunian's arms, and the scales that were rubbed off fell on the bed.
At this time, he was already a little dizzy, resting on the bed with his hands, and the large exposed skin on his body was burned.
Alpha's body temperature was abnormally high, and it was about to exceed the limit he could bear. If it was someone else, he might not have noticed, but Rimbaud is very sensitive to temperature, and such a temperature should not appear on him.
There was a faint smell of an unfamiliar pheromone on him.
Rimbaud rummaged through the box to find the thermometer, looked at the light, but didn't know how to use it.
Bai Chunian turned over and rubbed over, frowning and moaning in his sleep. Just sitting next to Bai Chunian, Lan Bo felt a fiery breath coming towards him.
Lan Bo was stunned for a while, and picked up Bai Chunian's cell phone from the ground, but the address book in his hand was encrypted, and Lan Bo didn't know how to use it. He patted Bai Chunian's face and put his hand Put it on the phone: "Han Xingqian, call him."
Bai Chunian muttered in a daze, "Don't say the names of other alphas..."
"No, Doctor Han." Lan Bo held his hand and pressed it on the screen, and his hand also showed a thin layer of hot sweat.
It took a lot of time to convince Bai Chunian to call Han Xingqian. Han Xingqian picked it up. At this time, everyone was sleeping, and his voice was tired.
"Xiao Bai, it's hot." Rimbaud described in a low voice.
Han Xingqian: "He told me to go drinking, the body temperature will be higher, it's okay, you stay away from him."
"No, no, violent." Lan Bo pursed his lips and put the phone on Bai Chunian's hot forehead, trying to let Han Xingqian feel Bai Chunian's body temperature through the network cable.
Han Xingqian: "...I'm going over now, you can first find a way to cool him down and try to wake him up."
Lan Bo threw down the phone and carried Bai Chunian back to his fish tank. The cold water temperature made Bai Chunian feel a lot better. Lan Bo was lying on the edge of the fish tank to guard him. The scary thing was that the blue jellyfish in the fish tank was swimming. Slower and slower, one by one died.
Rimbaud touched the cold water in the fish tank, the water temperature was rising.
"...faak. (fuck)"
He moved the water cooling equipment that was placed beside the water bed, connected it to the outer wall of the fish tank, and turned it to the third gear. A layer of frost slowly formed on the outer wall of the fish tank, barely able to keep the water in the fish tank cold, but Bai Chunian's skin was still astonishingly hot.
Bai Chunian leaned back and sat in the fish tank, and said vaguely, "Are you cooking me, I'm about to cook it, it hurts."
Rimbaud climbed into the fish tank, wrapped his tail around his body, untied the moisturizing bandage, and pressed the icy skin to the alpha's hot chest.
The moisturizing bandages fell on the bottom of the fish tank one after another, and the direct contact with the high temperature made his skin red, swollen and scaly quickly. He endured the pain indifferently, changing positions from time to time, using the still cold skin to cool the alpha.
When Han Xingqian entered the door, he saw a gorgeous scene, and he was as calm as he could not help but be shocked.
Xiao Tun followed behind with the medicine box for him. Seeing that Han Xingqian stopped in his footsteps, he unconsciously followed his line of sight.
Rimbaud's back is covered with a red pattern, which looks like a devil's face, but the pattern that composes it is not the skillful lines of the tattoo artist, but like strips of scars roughly scratched with sharp tools. The thin and towering butterfly bones fluctuated with light and shadow, and the blood-red grimace grinned on his back.
When Rimbaud saw them come in, he picked up the moisturizing bandage and wrapped it around his upper body, climbed out of the fish tank and sat upright on the edge of the bed, but his face could not hide his weakness.
"Are you okay?" Han Xingqian took the medicine box from Xiao Tun's hand, picked out the stethoscope and thermometer, and asked Lan Bo with concern.
Rimbaud shook his head.
After Han Xingqian checked Bai Chunian, he found that it was not alcohol poisoning. And his body temperature is about to explode. If it weren't for his high differentiation level, ordinary people would have been burned to death due to such a serious autologous high temperature.
"I think this is the differentiation ability of a certain gland." Han Xingqian judged based on experience, "Xiaobai is very alert when he is awake, and it is difficult for him to unknowingly manipulate him when he is awake, so the other party uses his body temperature to get drunk. It will increase this matter to cover up the initial fever, and when the fever reaches a certain level, Xiaobai is unconscious and can no longer resist."
"The body temperature is still rising, even Xiaobai can't hold on for long. I will send him to the Medical Association first and apply for a search of the suspect tomorrow."
Rimbaud stared straight at him, his eyes as if he was going to eat people.
Han Xingqian bowed to reassure: "I assure you, the seniors of the Medical Association will not let Xiaobai have any trouble. You wait at home and don't go out."
"You accompany him." Han Xingqian explained to Xiao Xun, who was behind him, "I'll pay you an internship salary later."
Xiao Tun didn't care about the money, but he nodded obediently and stayed by Rimbaud's side.
There were two less people in the room, and it became quiet all of a sudden. Lan Bo sat in a daze with the fishtail curled up. Xiao Tun didn't like to talk, maintaining a quiet balance.
Because the mermaid was really too beautiful, Xiao Tun couldn't help but look at him. Rimbaud's wet blond hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and the fish tail had lost a lot of scales. He looked haggard and melancholy, but he was still beautiful.
Rimbaud didn't look at him, but he knew that some eyes fell on him, and asked coldly, "Does it look good?"
"I'm sorry." Xiao Tun looked away and apologized softly.
After a while, Xiao Tun first broke the tranquility and took the initiative to explain: "I saw Bai Chunian for the second time that day. We really don't know each other. He was trying to anger you that day."