Pheromone Recognition Disorder

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    "Ugh......"

    This voice was slightly crying, and the breath was suppressed and difficult, and it completely stepped on Huo Xianfeng's most sensitive alpha nerve, making him unable to hold his breath. become heavier.

    - This guy's voice is so damn good.

    When Huo Xianfeng first heard Jiang Ci speak on Earth, he thought how could this alpha's voice be so nice. That's why at that time, I blurted out a sentence like "You sound so good" to distract the other party's attention.

    Jiang Ci's voice is different from the general deep and rich alpha, or the soft and delicate mega, his voice is very special, clear and cold, with a little ethereal texture.

    It also caused the major general to have a cold face on weekdays, and when he spoke in a businesslike manner, he had a strong sense of abstinence, so when he couldn't restrain his voice of forbearance, depression, shame, and even pain, he would be particularly embarrassed. Human blood vessels.

    Last time, when Huo Xianfeng heard Jiang Ci's low-pitched panting, his rationality collapsed at that moment, and he couldn't help injecting an extremely excessive amount of pheromones. So much so that Jiang Ci was in a state of weakness for a long time, almost smelling his pheromone.

    This time, Huo Xianfeng pursed his lips and endured some unspeakable ** in his heart. He stretched out his hand and touched the shirt clip inside Jiang Ci's uniform pants again.

    He had roughly felt the outline of the thing just now, probably a leather texture and a link of metal buckles.

    First wrap it around the thigh, and then separate three leather straps, from the front, side, and back, up in these three directions, to clamp the hem of the shirt that is inserted in.

    Thinking of the meticulously flat shirts that the Major General always had on weekdays, Huo Xianfeng quickly guessed the function of this thing. It's just that he roughly imagined what Jiang Ci looked like wearing this thing alone, and suddenly had the urge to take a closer look at the other party's pants.

    Snapped!

    Jiang Ci clenched Huo Xianfeng's wrist tightly,

    "If you... dare to touch..."

    His voice was still a little trembling, as if he was trying to endure something,

    "I will ..."

    "—Jiang Ci,"

    Huo Xianfeng didn't give him a chance to finish, and suddenly interrupted him and asked,

    "Do you usually wear this kind of thing all the time?"

    "... ...?"

    Obviously this is just a normal accessory for wearing, but after Huo Xianfeng asked such a meaningful question, Jiang Ci suddenly felt that this thing became a little strange.

    At this time, the other party stretched out his finger and suddenly hooked the thin strap on the back of the shirt clip. Huo Xianfeng's fingers are very long, so even if Jiang Ci grabbed his wrist bone, he couldn't stop the guy's fingers from moving around.

    He first hooked up lightly, then tugged slowly,

    "Wear this kind of thing every day,"

    Huo Xianfeng's voice had a tone similar to a chuckle,

    "—Won't you panic? "

    The thin leather belt also followed the boy's fingertips, gently rubbing the little bit of skin on the back. Even for a moment, Jiang Ci had the illusion that the place was being touched.