Pheromone recognition disorder

Chapter 52: That is Zhimei Flower

Chapter 52 That is Zhimei Flower

  

  "Woo..."

  This slightly crying, suppressed and difficult panting sound completely stepped on Huo Xianfeng's most sensitive alpha nerve, making his breathing become heavy.

  Tsk...

  so nice.

  ——This guy's voice is so damn nice.

  When Huo Xianfeng first heard Jiang Ci speak on Earth, he thought how could this alpha's voice be so nice. So at that time, he blurted out "Your voice is so O" to divert the other party's attention.

  Jiang Ci's voice is different from the common low and thick alpha, or the soft and delicate omega. His voice is very special, clear and cold, with a little bit of ethereal texture.

  This is why the major general usually has a cold face and speaks in a businesslike manner, with a strong sense of abstinence, so when he can't help making such a forbearing, suppressed, shameful, and even painful sound, it will make people's blood boil. Last time, when Huo Xianfeng heard Jiang Ci's low moan that sounded like crying, his rationality collapsed at that moment, and he couldn't help but inject an extremely excessive amount of pheromones. As a result, Jiang Ci was in a state where her legs almost went limp when she smelled his pheromones for quite a long time.

  This time, Huo Xianfeng pursed his lips tightly, enduring a certain unspeakable desire in his heart. He reached out and touched the shirt clip inside Jiang Ci's uniform pants again.

  He had just roughly felt the outline of the thing, which was probably a kind of... leather texture and metal buckle connection.

  First, it was wrapped around the thigh, and then three leather laces were separated, from the front, side, and back, upward, clamping the hem of the shirt that was stuck in.

  Thinking of the fact that the major general always meticulously smoothed his shirt on weekdays, Huo Xianfeng quickly guessed the function of this thing. However, he roughly imagined what Jiang Ci looked like wearing this thing alone, and suddenly had an urge to pull open his pants and take a closer look.

  Snap——!
  Jiang Ci tightly grasped Huo Xianfeng's wrist.
  "If you... dare to touch me again..."

  His voice was still trembling, as if he was trying hard to endure something.
  "I will..."

  "——Jiang Ci,"

  Huo Xianfeng did not give him a chance to finish, and suddenly interrupted him and asked,

  "Do you usually wear this kind of thing?"

  "......?"

  Obviously this is just a normal auxiliary accessory, but after Huo Xianfeng asked so meaningfully, Jiang Ci suddenly felt that this thing became a little strange.

  At this time, the other party stretched out his fingers 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 this guy's fingers from moving around.

  He first hooked it gently, and then pulled it slowly.
  "Wearing this kind of thing every day,"

  Huo Xianfeng's voice was filled with a breathy sound similar to a chuckle,

  "——Won't you feel uncomfortable?"

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