After The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Holds The Villain's Script In Hand [BL/QT]

Chapter 12: Pheromone Hunger

Yu Tingquan didn't wait for a long time to answer, thinking that Lu Huizhou was unwilling, so he licked his lips and began to calculate in his mind what the success rate would be if the Overlord forced his bow.

Before he could finish his thoughts, the person next to him came closer and closed the distance.

He could almost smell the faint smell of alcohol lingering on Lu Huizhou.

That's the smell of Lu Huizhou's pheromones.

Yu Tingquan doesn't like drinking because he doesn't drink well.

However, he was unexpectedly addicted to Lu Huizhou's pheromones, almost to the point where he would be unbearably horny and thirsty if he didn't use it.

He raised his bright eyes. Those sugar-colored eyes looked as clear and translucent as if they had been washed with water under the dim light.

His long and dense eyelashes fluttered gently, like a small brush. He gently bit his lip and looked at Lu Huizhou seriously.

Yu Tingquan's hair is very thin and soft, but it doesn't look messy.

Every strand of hair is just right, and the brown and chestnut color matches those eyes perfectly - and now, in those beautiful eyes, everything reflected is Lu Huizhou.

"Hug me." Yu Tingquan didn't wait for Lu Huizhou to reach out his hand, and got into his arms consciously, rubbing his cheek against the other person's neck, his breath became sticky and intertwined, and the air was so thick that it condensed into some kind of slow-flowing colloid.

Yu Tingquan was like a kitten patrolling its territory, sniffing here and there on Lu Huizhou's neck, as if considering where to bite.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find the place where Lu Huizhou released the pheromones yesterday. He said in a soft voice: "Pheromone... I want it."

Lu Huizhou's fingertips trembled slightly. He allowed Yu Tingquan to rub against his body, igniting some flames that shouldn't have arisen. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and sexy, and the hook was not obvious at all. Desire: "Are you drunk... huh?"

He could feel that Yu Tingquan didn't drink.

It was a soft one. When Lu Huizhou rubbed it over, he could even smell the faint fragrance of lily of the valley on Yu Tingquan's body. It was very fresh, but it was mixed with the smell of real pheromones, making the fragrance even stronger.

The night was thick, and the beams from the street lamps struggled to squeeze through the gaps in the blinds that were not tightly closed, and fell faintly on the floor.

The bedside lamp was dim and they couldn't see each other clearly, only a vague outline.

Yu Tingquan nuzzled obediently, then opened his eyes to look at Lu Huizhou. The focus of those eyes was very empty, falling in mid-air, and the voice was soft, unable to muster the strength: "I'm not drunk... but it's so strange, Xiaozhou."

Lu Huizhou raised his hand to protect his neck and brought him a little closer to him. The desire covered by the night was thick and secret: "Why is it weird?"

Yu Tingquan only had very, very little time to call him "Xiaozhou".

Growing up, Lu Huizhou's roles were only "Messenger of death/bad luck", "brother", "son", or simply "Lu Huizhou".

... Only there is no such intimate name as "Xiaozhou".

Maybe he doesn't deserve it, maybe he doesn't have time to be someone's "Xiaozhou".

It's just that when such an intimate nickname is uttered on such an occasion, it has a bit of a flirtatious flavor.

He approached cautiously without noticing, and listened carefully to Yu Tingquan's reply: "Maybe it's because of the fever. I really want your pheromones..."