The Fallen Merman [人鱼陷落]

Chapter 69

In two different languages, even if translated word-by-word, the same word may have very different sensibilities.

After Lan Bo finished speaking, he rubbed the tip of the alpha's nose with the tip of his nose very affectionately, but Bai Chunian's eyes darkened.

Rimbaud was pushed away, froze for a moment unexpectedly, and stopped the release of the comforting pheromone.

In the damp and dark abandoned factory building, the fragrance gradually disappeared. The restlessness in alpha's body that had just been suppressed by the inhibitor boiled again, and the scalding heat that leaked from every blood vessel made Bai Chunian miserable.

With trembling fingertips, he pulled out the car key from his pocket, the light came on, the door was unlocked, and he threw the key to Rimbaud, urging impatiently: "Drive, go."

Lan Bo frowned, snatched the car key from his hand, grabbed Bai Chunian's neckline and dragged him in front of him: "Do you have any problems?"

Bai Chunian grabbed his slender bandaged wrist and pulled it down from his neckline: "Yes, I have it. Can't you see that I am in love? It will make me feel better if you stay away from me."

Rimbaud stared at him in amazement.

"What do you mean when you look like I'm sorry for you, I always respond to your needs, how did you treat me?"

"That time you said that you gave me a dead hand to send me out." Bai Chunian pulled his index finger down on his collar, showing the scar left by the severe infection to Lan Bo, "You lied to me, If that's the case, how could you avoid seeing this, you're not telling the truth at all, why?"

The alpha in estrus had a hard time controlling his sensitive emotions, he suppressed Rimbaud and clasped his hands: "I know you are the king of your clan, so what, how strong do you think you are? I don't want to hurt you, but that doesn't mean I can't."

Rimbaud was pressed to the ground, his hands were folded behind his back, alpha's strong hands clenched his bones and joints, his tail twisted and struggled on the ground, and the charged thin tail tip slapped the nearby iron frame and alpha. On the broad back, reddish welts were printed on Bai Chunian's pale skin.

With a click, Rimbaud's shoulder made a short crisp sound, and the joints were twisted in the wrong position by the alpha hair.

He screamed sharply, struggled hard, overturned Bai Chunian from his body, and threw his fishtail to a wall three metres away. Bai Chunian slammed into the wall from behind, supported the wall with one hand, and touched his face.

The dislocated right arm hangs weakly by his side. Rimbaud doesn't know how to connect bones, so he awkwardly raised his left hand and tried to twist his right arm back to its original position, but what he got was only severe pain. He sat on the ground, helpless.

Bai Chunian stood against the wall, gritted his teeth and stared at the omega sitting on the ground, distracted.

Breathing can be heard in the silent abandoned factory building, and the sound of falling is particularly clear.

With a small click, a round black pearl with blue polarised light rolled to Bai Chunian's feet.

He obviously didn't want to move, but his hand just reacted one step ahead of his brain, picking up the pearl and holding it in his palm. Then I heard a series of clicks.

Bai Chunian pursed his lips and walked over, squatting beside Lanbo and wiping his face: "You are always like this, you are always like this."

He held Rimbaud's dislocated shoulder and smashed it skillfully. The knuckles were pressed back, and Lan Bo shivered while holding his shoulders, pushing Bai Chunian away from his side, his tail turned from blue to red, and he was also suppressing his anger.