Inheriting My Brother's Brother [Female A Male O] (ChatGPT Translated)

I have grown up.

Now I know it hurts, it's too late.

Even so, she was more careful in her actions, trying not to touch him elsewhere, only one place needed to be cleaned thoroughly, otherwise he would get pregnant.

That place had suffered too much torment, as soon as her hand touched it, he recoiled in pain, tightly clenching it, not allowing any contact. Wen Hao had no choice but to wake him.

After calling several times, he woke up in a daze, perhaps due to too many injuries, his throat emitted a choked sound like a small beast in pain.

Wen Hao originally wanted to mention yesterday, why didn't he just poison her to death and release so much pheromones.

Seeing his miserable state, she didn't say anything, sighed, and resignedly sat beside him, carefully cleaning him.

When she tried to touch him, he wasn't fully awake and didn't know what to do, but instinctively, when she reached out her hand, he opened up to make it easier for her.

Her movements were not smooth, his hand was gripping the edge of the bathtub, his fingers turning white from exertion, his legs trembling, occasionally stopping her, but his subjective consciousness agreed, so when he realized he was retreating, he would open up again.

Afraid of any residue causing an unexpected pregnancy, Wen Hao cleaned him several times before washing other parts of his body.

He was very obedient and well-behaved, sitting still, after washing, she wrapped him in a large towel and carried him back to the sickbed, not letting go of him, he lazily nestled against her shoulder like a cat.

It was evident that a big disaster had occurred yesterday, afraid that she would bring up old grievances, he felt somewhat guilty, trying his best to remain silent and reduce his presence.

Wen Hao also didn't say anything, using her ability to collect the soiled sheets and blankets on the bed, then she asked him to bring new ones, and he immediately took out clean ones from the space, holding them in his arms, she took them and spread them on the bed, then placed him on the bed.

The bed in the ward was small and not suitable for two people to sleep on, but this guy climbed onto her bed as soon as he arrived yesterday, and now with his injuries, it was even more impossible to let him find another place to sleep.

In fact, since the first time she invited him to sleep together, they had never been apart, also getting used to each other's presence, perhaps he was the same, so no matter where she went, even if it was a small sleeping bag, he would squeeze in.

Sleeping together seemed to be destined and unchangeable.

Wen Hao lay down on the bed herself, and the person who was originally sleeping in the bed endured the pain and turned over, lying close to her.

Perhaps realizing that she wouldn't say any blaming words or have any intention of blaming him, he was initially somewhat reserved, but gradually became bolder, adopting more relaxed postures and becoming more comfortable.

After a while, as if suddenly remembering, he reached out his hand and asked, "Wen Hao, what color is my hand?"

Wen Hao's gaze fell on his wrist. Last night, she not only injected pheromones into his glands, but also left bite marks all over his body, injecting a large amount of pheromones. Unlike the previous time when she was sober, this time she was a bit heavy-handed and caused redness and swelling that still remained. The sharp fangs on both sides pierced the skin.

The most severe areas turned purple, and there were more than one. There were several on one arm, including the wrist, the back of the hand, the forearm, and the shoulder.