Chapter 56

Although Bo Xiyun himself does not hold such views, he also knows that some people do separate their emotions from their bodies.

Psychological insensitivity does not mean physical innocence.

What's more, this is a world with multiple genders, pheromones and fit.

Therefore, the current situation is undoubtedly quite bad for Bo Xiyun.

Especially when he noticed that Wen Xiusen raised his hand to prepare for action, the young man was even more vigilant, and his beautiful round eyes were full of alertness.

But the slender hand with the phalanges did not behave too much towards people, instead it went straight to the medicine bowl on the table.

Wen Xiusen just reached out and took the medicine.

The man's movements made it seem that Bo Xiyun, who quickly opened the distance between the two, was somewhat misunderstood.

Bo Xiyun couldn't help but startled for a moment, and felt a little guilt in his heart.

But he didn't completely relax, his body also cautiously kept a distance from Wen Xiusen, and the whole person quietly moved to the other side of the sofa.

If it was Bo Xiyun before, maybe he really might not understand.

But the last experience in the world before falling asleep really taught the boy a lesson.

For the current Bo Xiyun, although it was just a memory that he had never experienced personally, it was still a deep enough impression.

So just now, the young man almost hurriedly avoided Wen Xiusen's arms to the far side of the sofa.

Bo Xiyun didn't even dare to think about it, just now he realized his enthusiasm, whether it was really what he guessed.

Naturally, he didn't cast his gaze to take a closer look, but at the moment Wen Xiusen was still wearing a thin long trench coat, which covered a lot of the hem, and there was no clue on his body.

The man's handsome and handsome eyebrows are still deep and cold, as if the sentence "you want to do it without a condom" just now was not what he said.

When he spoke again, Wen Xiusen only said one sentence.

"Drink medicine."

Not wanting to repeat the accident just now, Bo Xiyun took the medicine bowl and prepared to drink it by himself.

His attitude was indeed a bit obvious, but fortunately, the other party didn't stop him. He glanced at the young man and retracted his gaze.

Wen Xiusen got up and poured another glass of warm water.

When he left the sofa, he took away the box cover just now.

The interior is so quiet that the crunch of the flakes of plastic can be heard clearly.

On the other hand, Wen Xiusen, who was holding the whole extra-large box, had no turbulence, and quite skillfully closed the opened box again and put it away.

Bo Xiyun buried his face on the edge of the bowl, trying to ignore the abnormal sound of friction on his side, until he was sure that the other party had completely put away the whole box cover, he was quietly relieved.

With this relaxation, the bitter medicinal smell that had not been able to be distracted rushed directly into the boy's nostrils.

"Cough, cough um..."

The young man had to cover his mouth and nose, coughed twice, put the medicine bowl on the table temporarily, and then continued after a while.

I don't know what treatment this bowl of medicine is for, but the taste is really bitter and pungent.

What the teenager wanted to drink was traditional Chinese medicine, and the medicinal soup should have been brought back from the hospital after the medicine was decocted.

Bo Xiyun glanced at it, and the medicine bag was indeed printed with the hospital's logo and information on medicinal materials.

The color of the concoction left in the bag was the same as the one in the teenager's bowl. It could be seen that apart from the medicine soup from the hospital, there was nothing mixed in the medicine bowl.

On the label of the medicine bag, the doctor also handwritten a sentence. The traditional handwriting is quite flamboyant, and Bo Xiyun finally recognized the two characters only half-guessingly.

glands.

Wen Xiusen, who had poured out the warm water, had already walked back. The young man at the table paused for a while, then picked up the medicine bowl again, ready to drink it.

But as soon as the thick brown concoction touched his lips, Bo Xiyun felt a sour taste.

A little more soup, the warm liquid poured into the lips and teeth, and a pain was felt directly on the tip of the tongue.

The fragile tongue surface couldn't stand this kind of stimulation, and the delicate throat contracted suddenly. Before being touched by the medicinal juice, it was already fearful.

The young man originally wanted to grit his teeth and drink the whole medicinal soup in one breath, but he couldn't hold it after the first sip. He had to put down the medicinal bowl again, covered his lips with the palm of his hand, and tried hard to drink the medicinal soup. drink it.

Bo Xiyun is very afraid of hardship. He seems to have been raised in a honey pot since he was a child, and a little bit of hardship is unbearable.

Swallowing this small sip of soup, the boy's already bloodless lips turned paler, and his clenched eyebrows made his heart aches.

There was a bitter taste between his lips and teeth. Bo Xiyun took two hard breaths before making sure he swallowed the medicinal soup.

But the boy didn't have time to relax, the tumultuous feeling of nausea instantly invaded the delicate throat, even though Bo Xiyun closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed it for a long time, he finally couldn't control it.

"Cough, um...!"

The overly bitter medicinal soup was still spit out by the young man.

Bo Xiyun was still clutching his lips tightly, and the sticky soup flowed down the slender fingers and the roots of his palms. He hurriedly took the paper to wipe it, his vision was completely blurred by the water vapor, and his nasal cavity was completely blurred. And a burning pain in the throat.

As for the small half mouthful of decoction, the young man could not drink much at all, but at this moment he felt that his throat and stomach were completely scorched by the flowing soup.

Not only was the concoction vomited, but everything in the stomach was swayed and poured out. Bo Xiyun couldn't stop retching, but he didn't eat anything at all today, and the one-point muffins just now were so poor that he couldn't even spit out anything.

The young man choked weakly, his thin back trembled uncontrollably, and the outline of the shoulder blades and back was revealed under the soft cloth, like the wings of a quivering butterfly.

In the end, he was supported by the man who came back.

The big palm covered the fragile and slender back, and Bo Xiyun leaned on the other side's arms with most of his body.

The man who had poured the water had already taken off his previous coat, revealing the gray-blue suit vest and snow-colored shirt inside. The body temperature, which was obviously a little hot, was transmitted more clearly, silently comforting the slender body of the boy who couldn't stop feeling chills.

Bo Xiyun's vision was still blurred by the light of the water just aroused, and he couldn't see anything in a daze. He only saw the man who reached out his hand and caressed his back with cold brows and eyes, as if he thought he was very troublesome. .

But Wen Xiusen was very skilled in taking care of people. The boy was only pressed and rubbed on his back a few times, and he felt that the nausea that he couldn't hold at all subsided a lot.

He was easily embraced by the man with long arms and strong arms, and even the slender white palms that had just been wet with the soup were carefully wiped clean.

Bo Xiyun leaned against each other weakly and let the man move. The boy's pointed chin rested on the other's warm forearm, and his delicate side cheeks pressed against something, feeling a little squeamish.

He moved to the side by himself.

After moving it, Bo Xiyun realized that it was the cuff of the suit on Wen Xiusen's arm.

Because of the just leaning on, there was a little red mark printed on the boy's cheek by the hoop.

But he didn't have the strength to move any more.

Apart from the man's skilled movements, what gave Bo Xiyun the most comfort was the pheromone that seemed to be snowing in the frosty winter.

Obviously Wen Xiusen's pheromone was as unwarm as himself, but unexpectedly deeply comforted the extremely weak teenager at the moment.

Even the violent nausea and dizziness caused by the medicinal soup seemed to be dispelled a lot.

Bo Xiyun lay in the man's arms, thinking in a daze.

what happened?

Does he have to take Mr. Wen's pheromone to drink medicine?

With Bo Xiyun's superficial gender knowledge, plus the drug labels he'd seen before. He vaguely guessed that maybe it was because he differentiated too late and his glands were underdeveloped, so his body was always lacking.

So the pheromone from the mature Alpha can comfort him.

It's just that these analyses were of no use in the end, and Bo Xiyun still wasn't sure that he could drink the rest of the medicinal soup.

too bitter.

He even felt like he wanted to throw up when he saw the medicine bowl now.

Xu was because he saw that the child really had a shadow on the medicinal soup, so Wen Xiusen did not insist on urging him.

The boy was still in his arms, and Wen Xiusen had raised his hand to cover the medicine bowl with a lid to block the escaping medicinal smell. Then, he took out a medicine patch from the medicine bag on the table.

During the whole process of Wen Xiusen's movements, the boy in his arms didn't move much, and the boy was still thinking in a daze.

Great hands...

The medicine sticker looked much friendlier than the thick brown soup medicine. Bo Xiyun didn't show any repulsive expression, but when the medicine sticker with the protective seal torn off was taken by the man to the back of Bo Xiyun's neck, the young man instantly Body tense.

"No, um..."

Even a person with a lack of gender knowledge cannot possibly not know where the back of the neck is—

That's where the pheromone glands are.

Bo Xiyun's skin is thin, and the tips of his ears and the back of his neck are more sensitive than ordinary people, not to mention the Omega now.

The medicine patch was clearly meant to be attached to the glands on the back of the neck, but just as soon as the medicine-smelling patch approached, the boy had already reacted violently, curled up and hid in Wen Xiusen's arms.

"Don't, don't...uu..."

The clothes Bo Xiyun wore were all made of special velvet material. Even when they were locked in a separate small western-style building, those people did not deduct the cost of Young Master Bo's clothing.

Because he has to use this expensive special fabric, so he won't be allergic or get red and swollen.

However, this was the case. In the few days after the split, Bo Xiyun also wore low-necked clothes, and was forced to expose the delicate skin that was white to lustrous and glowing on the back of his neck.

Because the tender and new glands of the teenager can't stand the slightest touch.

But now, the man wants to stick the medicine patch on, how could Bo Xiyun stand it?

There is no need to actually practice, just imagine that the textured sticky sticks on the fragile glands, and the extremely delicate skin is ruthlessly rubbed by the drug patch, and the teenager can hardly stand it.

When the patch was only a finger's distance away, Bo Xiyun's eyes were already red.

The foreign body that was about to be attached to the back of his neck made him feel very, very uncomfortable, and the boy could only use a low, soft voice with a nasal tone to refuse it vaguely.

"No, Wen Sheng, it hurts... woo, don't..."

If it really sticks to the gland, then to Bo Xiyun, it is not a cure at all.

but pure punishment.

Xu Shi's voice with a crying voice was too soft to the heart, and the drug patch finally stopped when it was about to hit the back of the thin white neck.

The man's hand paused for a while, and then the slender palms that carried the youth's endless prayers finally put away the medicine patch like a pardon.

It wasn't until he saw with his own eyes that the dreaded patch was placed at a relatively safe distance and unlikely to be taken back, and Bo Xiyun, whose vision was wet, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But he hadn't been able to relax completely, and the next second, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his long and fragile eyelashes kept shaking—

"Uuuuu——!!"

Wen Xiusen did put away the patch that was resisted by the teenager in every possible way.

But he used his long fingers to directly touch the glands behind Bo Xiyun's slender neck!

The extremely sensitive neck can't bear the friction of even the most expensive and soft silk clothes, how can it resist such a direct touch. The trembling sensation climbed up from the thin back like an out-of-control electric current. The young boy's white skin was instantly wet with thin sweat, and the shredded luster on the white was far more beautiful than the expensive satin on the sofa.

The boy finally realized what a serious mistake he had made by unconsciously hiding in the other's arms before. He instinctively wanted to escape, but his body was exhausted.

And the man in front of him who looked like a dictator could not tolerate even this tiny struggle.

The juvenile's thin and flexible waist was grasped by the big palm, and it was firmly pressed into the inescapable embrace.

And the long fingers that caused excessive stimulation behind the delicate neck of people not only did not move away, but further pressed on the delicate glands, and even the rough finger pulps even pinpointed the most sensitive areas. Rubbed and rubbed little by little.

"Ugh... uh, uh...!"

The boy's breath was already broken, but he was forced to let out a heavy nasal whimper by the movement of his fingertips. The boy's too-beautiful eyes finally couldn't hold back the accumulated water, and he twitched his eyelashes and let the big tears fall.

He has been directly provoked to cry now.

But he didn't even know what would happen next.

The most sensitive and tender part on the back of Omega's neck was stroked so meticulously, methodically, without falling an inch.

And the gland patch that Bo Xiyun resisted before was nothing compared to Wen Xiusen's long fingers.

The boy finally knew desperately at this moment.

- This is the real punishment.