Zhou Lin’s pheromone seemed to be a fuse. Wen Qingmo’s body suddenly burst into severe pain, and he was sweating for a while, and he couldn’t even control his expression.
shit…
Wen Qingmo could feel that the pain in this estrus period was stronger and more violent than the previous two times, like a tsunami rolling wildly and lava rushing, which made him curl up slightly and squeeze the armrest tightly with his fingers.
Before the pain completely controlled his body, Wen Qingmo stood up abruptly and rushed out of the private room.
“Hey? Wen Qingmo, where are you going? What’s wrong?”
The old classmates at the same table saw him rushing out without saying a word, and couldn’t help asking with concern.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, he drank too much, I’ll go and have a look.”
Song Xuan came back to his senses, pushed the chair away in a hurry, and found an excuse with a dry smile, and hurriedly followed them, ignoring their reactions.
A few students were left looking at each other, hesitating to speak.
“Wen Qingmo, has he… drank?”
“It seems… no.”
As soon as Song Xuan got out of the private room, he saw Wen Qingmo’s staggering back in the corridor. He was leaning on the wall with one hand, his steps were messy, and he seemed about to fall. Several waiters in the corridor surrounded him with anxious expressions: “Sir, are you okay?” Right? Are you feeling unwell?”
“He’s fine, he just drank too much! I’ll take him to the bathroom!”
Seeing this scene, Song Xuan felt that his cold sweat was about to break down. He rushed to Wen Qingmo’s side in a hurry, explained to several service staff with a dry smile, and supported Wen Qingmo to leave.
“Tell me about you, what are you drinking so much for? Troubling others…”
Song Xuan pretended to complain, and walked to a place where no one was around, then changed his face instantly, lowered his voice and asked concerned: “Are you okay? Are you in estrus?”
To be honest, Song Xuan, a doctor, was not surprised that Wen Qingmo’s estrus came suddenly and violently for a patient like Wen Qingmo, who was about to turn 30. But after all, he was in a very inappropriate place right now. tensed up.
Fortunately, Wen Qingmo is still wearing restraining stickers, and the smell of pheromones cannot be leaked out for the time being. If someone passes by, Song Xuan can still use the excuse that he is drunk.
Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
Song Xuan yelled a few times, but Wen Qingmo still didn’t respond, and his legs were weak. In just a few minutes, even the blood on his lips faded away, and his whole body kept sinking. Hold Wen Qingmo up with all her strength: “Can you persist, I will take you home now!”
Damn Zhou Lin!
Song Xuan has scolded countless times in his heart.
If it weren’t for the induction of Alpha pheromone, Wen Qingmo’s estrus period might not be so painful this time.
Wen Qingmo was trembling with pain, his eyes were slack, and he could hardly focus. His hair was soaked in sweat, and the frame of the mirror slipped from the bridge of his nose, making him look fragile.
After a while, Wen Qingmo moved her dry and chapped lips, her hands and feet were weak, and her voice was hoarse: “I…I can’t…”
As he spoke, he slumped down along the wall bit by bit.
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