mousepad-d2 Chapter 13 *
Chapter 13 *
This is of course not to blame.
The information stated that he had lost his senses and was unable to sort out the sentry's emotions, nor could he launch a mental attack. Although the glands were intact, they were just a good-smelling decoration. He could no longer use his abilities to cover up the pheromones. Be vigilant to protect yourself.For four years, Yimulian couldn't even summon his spiritual guide from the mental image.Except for a piece of flesh differentiated than ordinary people, there is hardly any trace of "the strongest guide in the federation" on his body.Of course, the "old friend" who urged him to perform his duties as a guide and assist the sentry as soon as possible--Joint Fever, has not been here for a long time.
Yimulian himself was even more surprised than Huang.He hastily avoided eye contact, trying to get out of the confinement.It's just that his intentions were understood in advance, Huang pressed his shoulders even harder, looking for an answer on his face in vain to explain the reaction of his lower body.
Obviously useless.Yimulian has been taking drug treatment, hoping to restore his guiding ability, but he didn't know that his ability has not been restored, but he has recruited another thing that is fatal to the single Sentinel guide.On the one hand, it was because the tattoo stimulated the glands, and on the other hand, Huang himself probably couldn't get away with it.
Sentinels themselves do not produce pheromones, but they are like the relationship between metals and magnetic fields. Within a certain range, their existence can affect guides, and those with a high degree of fit can directly induce binding heat.It can only be blamed on the primitive reproductive desire of a human being.
——That's not quite right.Huang and Yimulian are both men. Although they reacted to being teased by each other, even if they go along with the flow and go to bed hand in hand, they still cannot reproduce.The author of the book of evolution must have dozed off when writing this chapter, so that two people of the same sex were in heat.
His hair, which was coiled up at a glance, was scattered and draped over his bare shoulders, and his whole body was smudged with bright pink.He tried to push Huang's chest with the hand wrapped in red burn marks, but of course he hit a wall.
He said quickly, "Let me go. There are emergency suppressants in the first aid kit."
——Hell's emergency inhibitor.This thing has topped the "Worst Invention of the Century" list for ten consecutive years. Even though it has saved sentries and guides who accidentally fell into fusion fever on the battlefield many times, the person involved does not seem to appreciate it.
"That thing will make me as dull as a koala, so I won't hit it." Araki made up his mind and stood still, holding the culprit in the middle of his arms.
"What do you want to do? Combine under the watchful eye of a sniper?"
Yimulian stared at him in disbelief, wanting to catch any trace of joking, but Huang didn't deny it.
"Leaving aside the sniper, are you sure you want to combine? You are the Dark Sentinel, and you don't need to rely on a guide at all, let alone I can't even give you basic assistance. Are you sure you want to combine with me?"
He rarely expressed anger, and almost grabbed Huang by the collar to question him, but finally restrained his passion, staring at Huang's face and asked in a deep voice.
"So what. Your body and mine seem to believe that now is an unmissable opportunity for bonding, and the right partner is right in front of you. From the age of 19 to the time you joined the WM program at the age of 21, haven't you met a suitable bonding partner? "
"Don't you understand? If I had met you four years ago, I might have happily combined with you... Why do I have to trouble myself to be a burden to the Dark Sentinel now?"
Yimulian's slender eyebrows were furrowed, and his angry face looked aggrieved and sad.Everything he thought and did became clear.On the surface, he doesn't care about the misfortunes and hardships he has encountered, but only the person involved knows the bitterness; until now, he still hopes to be needed again, and hates himself who is dwarfed by others and pitied by others.Especially when facing the strongest dark sentinel of the era, it is even more impossible to suppress the sense of loss.
"You said earlier that the serial number is the only thing left for you." Huang slowly leaned down, peering into his eyes like insight, "If you are looking for a reason to continue to stick to it, then why not include my dream Your consideration. I am already 32 years old, I don’t want to be a mercenary anymore, and I am not suitable for this kind of day and night consumption. I want to build a villa on an island, raise a flock of birds, and go to sea in winter. Now, I think these It’s better to find someone to accompany me to do things.”
Yimulian twisted his lower arm impatiently. The oppressive feeling brought by Huang's approach made him a little at a loss. Combined with the "anticipation" of the heat, he struggled to squeeze out a rebuttal:
"You should find a butler..."
Huang carelessly leaned close to Yimulian's neck.He tried his best to restrain himself and just kissed the skin lightly, slowly scraping the collarbone with the tip of his teeth, feeling the unvoiced panting from under him.At the same time, he also suppressed his voice low and sexy, and replied between kisses and licks:
"Not bad. But I still want to have sex with him."
Enduring the irritability and impulsiveness of the sentinel, he gently sucked his neck, filling Guisu with his noisy and boiling blood, and making Yimulian let go of his restraint, naked and honest.
"Wait... wait, the first aid kit has—"
Huang looked up and cursed.
Yimulian brushed his bangs with a blushing face, took a deep breath and said, "I mean, there's Vaseline in the first aid kit..."