Haze weather

Chapter 52 "Temporary Marking."

The eyes couldn't help but look for the owner of the umbrella, so they looked at each other.

"Did Jiang Jun tell you something?" Song Boyang asked.

Zhou Chiyu was silent and did not answer.

"He told you about my choice not to switch seats?"

Still silent.

"And said something that I didn't want to tell him why?"

I don't want to talk to him.

"You may have misunderstood something. The reason for my stay is not what you think. I don't like Fang Wenze."

Zhou Chiyu, who was squatting under the night, huddled into a ball, finally moved his figure and looked up at Song Boyang.

A row of streetlights next to the stop sign suddenly brightened, illuminating the falling rain with blurry circles of warm yellow light.

Song Boyang bowed his head, "Can you give me a chance to explain?"

Zhou Chiyu sneered, and complained in a low voice: "Didn't you say there is no reason for it?"

Song Boyang supported his forehead with a headache, and sighed heavily, "I don't know what Jiang Jun told you, I never said the six words "the reason is no comment, my original intention is, I can't put this Tell Jiang Jun about it."

"Because this matter involves Fang Wenze's privacy, Mr. Jiang hates Fang Wenze so much, and told Mr. Jiang that it is difficult for him to keep it a secret. Maybe everyone in the class will know it the next day."

Song Boyang leaned the umbrella on his shoulder, squatted down slowly, and looked at Zhou Chiyu.

"I never said I wouldn't tell you."

Zhou Chiyu didn't speak, just looked up at Song Boyang, then lowered his head to stare at the rain-wet stone bricks.

"Are you going to take the bus home?" Song Boyang wanted to help Zhou Chiyu up, but when his palm touched his coat, he realized that it was wet, "Why are the clothes soaked?! "

"I'll take you home first." Song Bai and Yang Mingming said softly, but his tone was firm, "When you get home, change into a set of dry clothes, or you'll catch a cold easily."

I couldn't pull it up for a while.

Zhou Chiyu squatted stubbornly.

After a moment of silence, he stretched out a hand and grabbed the corner of Song Boyang's clothes, "No."

"what happened?"

"I... have leaked pheromone, can't you feel it?" Zhou Chiyu finally raised his eyes again, looking at Song Boyang.

Before Song Boyang was only focused on finding Zhou Chiyu and clarifying possible misunderstandings. Now that he was reminded, he suddenly realized that his body had already noticed the attraction between pheromones, and there was something lurking in his nerves, ready to move.

Limbs stiffened in an instant, and the hand on Zhou Chiyu's arm could not be retracted, nor could it be left on, as if it was an offense anyway.

"The barrier patch is wet and cannot completely block my pheromones."

"I don't have any inhibitors either."

"Not to mention suppressing pills."

Justified.

"If I go to take the bus like this, it will trigger alpha estrus, which will cause riots, and," Zhou Chiyu raised his eyes, the hand that was holding Song Baiyang's clothes not only did not let go, but slowly tightened, the body temperature The regulation center began to malfunction as early as under the dual effects of rain and pheromone, the palms became hot and anxious, and the consciousness began to slacken with the rising body temperature, "I'm so cold."

"Song Boyang..." Zhou Chiyu's voice paused briefly because of shrinking, and the trembling turned into an unstoppable, subconscious movement, "Can you lend me some...your pheromone..."

After a moment of silence.

"Why... lent it to you?" Song Boyang rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously.

"Temporary marker."

"Are you... sure you want me...?" Song Boyang seemed hesitant.

Zhou Chiyu slowly let go of the hand that was holding the corner of the opponent's clothes, and the only remaining consciousness was used to maintain his pride, "Don't pull it down."

Standing up unsteadily, he frowned and told the other party, "Anyway, I can solve it myself."

Before he could take a step, he was pulled back again.

"do not move."

When Song Boyang spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse.

Zhou Chiyu really stood there without moving.

Song Boyang walked around behind Zhou Chiyu, and with his left hand gently pushed up the broken hair on the nape of the neck. The movement of the tiger teeth biting the skin was also light and slow, as if doing so could slow down the skin on the surface of the glands from being pierced. broken pain.

But at the moment of piercing, I still felt the person in front of me tremble slightly, I don't know if it was because of the cold or the pain.

Then infuse a little pheromone, sunshine.

"All right."

The other party's pheromones worked quickly, and Zhou Chiyu clearly felt that the surface layer of skin that was in contact with the pheromones was gradually warming up.

Slowly, the surrounding temperature also began to rise, and the air began to expand, soft, as if accidentally falling into the clouds soaked by the sun.

Kind of magical.

"Thank you." Zhou Chiyu thought for a while and said, "I will pay you back in Xia Tian."

Song Boyang smiled, showing the tips of his left and right canine teeth, "How do you pay it back?"

Zhou Chiyu was choked up for a moment, "I don't know."

"Don't worry, think about it slowly." Song Boyang smiled and pretended to threaten, "Don't renege on the debt, I will remember to come to you to collect debts in summer."

Behind him, the bus stopped slowly at the stop, bathed in the shadow of street lights, and its outline seemed to be glowing.

Song Boyang pulled Zhou Chiyu onto the bus, and found two seats next to each other to sit down.

Outside the window are bright lights of various colors, which are dragged by the forward bus into a long trail of light spots, illuminating the city that never sleeps together.

"I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep for a while, call me at the station." Zhou Chiyu leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

Song Boyang glanced at the other party, stood up after thinking about it, bent down to close the window next to Zhou Chiyu tightly, and gently closed the curtains.

.

"arrive."

Zhou Chiyu opened his sleepy eyes, and the night outside the window darkened a bit.

After getting off the bus, Song Boyang found Zhou Chiyu's house by relying on his memory. He knocked on the door first.

This time there was someone in Zhou Chiyu's family, and it was Zhou Chiyu's mother who opened the door.

Zhou Chiyu first explained: "This is Song Boyang, my classmate. There was an unexpected situation on the road, and he sent me home."

Zhou Chiyu's mother: "Oh, thank you. Come in quickly."

Song Boyang shook his head: "No need, I'll go back right away."

Zhou Chiyu's mother said, "It's so late, let's stay and have a meal before leaving."

Song Boyang was about to refuse, but Zhou Chiyu grabbed his wrist, only to hear Zhou Chiyu say: "You stay, I happen to have a question for you."

When Zhou Chiyu's mother heard it, she thought that the two of them were going to discuss the study in depth, so she also echoed, "Zhou Chiyu also wants you to stay, so just stay."

Then Song Boyang was dragged into his home by Zhou Chiyu, and the door was also tightly closed by Zhou Chiyu.

Song Boyang could only accept, "Thank you, Auntie, sorry for the trouble."

Zhou Chiyu's mother smiled, "No trouble, no trouble."

Song Boyang sat on the sofa holding the hot water from Zhou Chiyu's mother.

Zhou Chiyu went to his room to change clothes, fiddled for a while, and finally took off all the wet clothes and put on dry ones, then opened the door a crack, and showed his head to Song Boyang, "Come to my room."

Song Baiyang walked in together with the water cup, and handed the water cup in his hand to Zhou Chiyu, "Do you want hot water?"

"Auntie poured it for me just now, but I didn't take a sip."

"No, I need to know how to pour it myself."

Song Boyang thought about it for a while, "You'd better drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold, and you have hair again. You are in estrus, and you wear wet clothes again, I am afraid you will catch a cold."

"It probably won't happen this time."

"Huh? Why?"

"There's your pheromone."

Song Boyang was startled, then grinned, "Wow, my pheromone is so powerful?"

Zhou Chiyu hummed as he agreed, glanced at Song Boyang, and then turned his gaze elsewhere, "So now can you tell me why you continue to be at the same table with Fang Wenze?"