Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Xu Jinchao felt her cheeks burn, and she was very fortunate that it was dark. She didn't know how to deal with it now, and she complained about the kitten who had no bottom line.

She had never exchanged pheromone-related topics with Omega before.

Although he is not a native of this world, Xu Jinchao has the common sense in [Xu Jinchao]'s memory, and he is very clear that this is definitely not something that can be talked about in ordinary chat.

These are mainly secreted by glands, fragrant and attractive pheromones, the stimulation brought by them is no less than the caress between lovers. The pheromone interaction between A and O itself undertakes many social functions of indescribable nature, and is therefore linked to sex. .

If the seriousness rises, Song Jiao's current behavior can be regarded as... what kind of harassment, although it is strange to describe it like this.

This question can almost be regarded as a beautiful girl pulling off her bra and asking her with a smile if she looks good!

It was rare for Xu Jinchao to feel ashamed in front of Song Jiao. She avoided her gaze and refused to answer the question, only urging: "Let's go back quickly."

However, Song Jiao got a lot of fun and inspiration from her reaction. She didn't mean to stop at all, but laughed in the dim sky.

Her laughter was soft and small, drawing Xu Jinchao's eyes away from the dark green grass beside her feet, staying on Omega for a moment, and then panicking away, she couldn't keep looking at the man who had been covered with evening light by the surrounding scenery for a long time. Slim figure.

Song Jiao said briskly, "Since you don't say it, then I can. Xu Jinchao, you smell very sweet."

When the words were spoken, Song Jiao realized that she was speaking quite fluently, and unknowingly escaped from the anxiety of the previous few days.

This small success brought more courage, allowing her to continue her description.

"You make me want to eat sweet oranges...and some sea salt soda, that's how your pheromone makes me feel."

Omega spoke honestly, adding, "You don't smell the same as before."

Song Jiao knew in her heart what was the source of this earth-shaking change in the aroma of pheromone.

What she is interested in is Xu Jinchao, which brings the sweet notes of citrus and sea salt, not the kind that is cultivated in the spicy tobacco pile [Xu Jinchao].

Song Jiao didn't intend to tear off the thin veil between herself and Xu Jinchao, but thought it was necessary to make some implicit hints to let Alpha understand that the sweetness she said was only related to the other party.

When Omega described her pheromone taste in that innocent and reverie tone, the fire on Xu Jinchao's face had already burned to the tips of his ears and neck.

She couldn't figure out why Song Jiao could walk back and forth on the edge of danger so calmly, flattening the boundaries that the two had maintained for a long time.

But as soon as Song Jiao's last sentence came out, the focus of Xu Jinchao's thinking changed from "formal wife's verbal harassment" to "different from before".

Since Alpha's related olfactory organs cannot give its own pheromone a smell judgment, Xu Jinchao hadn't noticed any changes in this aspect before.

Thinking of the physical signs on her body that were different from [Xu Jinchao], she couldn't help being alert, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

Xu Jinchao asked, "...What did I taste like before?"

In the original description of "Jiaojiao", the specific breath of [Xu Jinchao] pheromone was not described too clearly. From the perspective of [Song Jiao], it was generally nausea, dizziness, and dual aversion and conflict between body and mind.

The original text emphasizes the targeted malicious desire of the other party | Know what the original body can smell by Omega.

Her palms were soaked with sweat from fear, and she had met Xu Boyang so many times. If it wasn't for this special background of 'only O can give A's scent judgment', the other party would have discovered something wrong.

After all, the patch can indeed decompose most of the dissipated pheromones, but it cannot guarantee 100% blocking.

Song Jiao was sensitive to the strangeness of Xu Jinchao, her mind turned extremely fast, and she quickly guessed that the other party might be afraid of revealing her identity in front of others.

She described: "The smell of smoke is very strong, and there are other very pungent and unpleasant spices. I can't tell you in detail."

Seeing Xu Jinchao showing a forced smile, Song Jiao said lightly:

"The first time I found out that your pheromone taste has changed, I felt strange. I checked on the Internet and found that the pheromone changes are quite common."

Of course, this is to comfort the other party quietly, and let her not be too nervous about it.

These words are very effective. Xu Jinchao looks a little more relaxed and can't wait to confirm: "Is it very common?"

Song Jiao did not answer immediately, but deliberately showed doubt and scrutiny. The reaction of the person in front of her just now was obviously excessive, and Omega planned to cooperate with her to play the trick perfectly.

Xu Jinchao realized that he was taking this matter too seriously.

The kitten in front of her is almost a walking lie detector, vigilant and sensitive, she must have noticed something strange about her.

Although there was no need to keep this secret, she didn't want to say it on such an occasion. After all, for the same reason, she didn't have to explain everything to Song Jiao.

Xu Jinchao felt that he and Song Jiao were getting along very well at present, so he avoided the topic without intending to make any troubles.

"Forget it, it's nothing."

She heard Song Jiao mutter in a low voice, "You are very strange today, you are always surprised."

Xu Jinchao saw Omega's previous embarrassment to face those over-the-top teasings and made him behave strangely. He couldn't help crying and laughing, and urged her: "Go back quickly, I think there are mosquitoes coming out."

Song Jiao didn't like being bitten by mosquitoes, so she immediately turned around and walked towards the parking lot. Xu Jinchao, who was blocked on the gravel path, breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind her.

They hurried back to the car in this way.

Song Jiao used a patch with a normal decomposed dose during the non-boom period. Just now, the body was disturbed by the alpha citrus aroma and accelerated the secretion of pheromones. The barrier patch could not immediately decompose the excessive pheromones, which taught Xu Jinchao to smell strong psychedelics. special fragrance.

Now that her mood and physiology have calmed down, she no longer has those fascinating sweet peach fragrances on her body, so there is no need to replace the barrier stickers.

She took out Xu Jinchao's bag and handed it to him.

After the sun went down, it got dark very quickly, and the sky had already dimmed quickly, only the not-so-obvious yellow light of the street lamps lit up not far away, bringing some visibility.

Song Jiao didn't give up when she saw Xu Jinchao rummaging through the bag, and confirmed for the last time, "You really don't want to pass the susceptibility period through the temporary mark with me? This is better than using an inhibitor."

This is true, A uses an inhibitor just to simulate the effect of replacing the O pheromone after entering the body through the oral cavity, so as to relieve the physical pain in the heat wave, and vice versa.

For either side, a temporary marker is stronger than a synthetic inhibitor, and it is self-evident which chemical product or natural reaction is more effective.

But her pretty idiot wife still shook her head into a rattle and quickly pressed the dispersible tablet out of the foil and shoved it into her mouth.

Song Jiao was very discouraged, staring at the other party with a look of relief, she simply loved it and hated it.

What a helpless fool this is!

Xu Jinchao took out a portable vial of barrier spray and sprayed it violently on the back of his neck to ensure that these efficient drug mists could deal with the dissipated pheromones, and then quickly replaced the barrier stickers.

She put the replaced patch into the disposal bag. This is a sealed bag that comes with the barrier patch. There is a chemical decomposition package that is not suitable for the human body. The probability of polluting the environment afterward, so as not to cause possible interference to others.

Xu Jinchao finally got this done, and the sweet and bitter powder that was disintegrated on the tip of the tongue has also been swallowed into the abdomen, and it took effect quickly, making her continuously swollen mind comfortable.

After such a commotion, she is a little slack now, and it seems that most of the spirit recovered from the long sleep in the afternoon has been consumed again.

She sighed and thought, does this count as five hours of charging and one hour of battery life?

Song Jiao saw that Xu Jinchao was not in good spirits, and said softly, "Let's go home? Auntie should have already prepared dinner."

Xu Jinchao also put the sealed bag in the bag, prepared to throw it away later, and nodded to her.

They both got into the car and drove away from the river bank, shrouded in the dark twilight, merging into the traffic flow under the continuous street lights.

Song Jiao has always been a little worried about Xu Jinchao, and asked the Alpha on the co-pilot:

"Would you like to go to the hospital for another check-up? I always feel that you are starting to feel listless again, and you don't seem to have any strength."

Xu Jinchao was fine in the first few days of recuperation, with obvious recovery, but gradually he became unable to lift his spirits again, unhealthy visible to the naked eye, and often drowsy, especially today.

She was such a bright and lively person before. Song Jiao felt uncomfortable when she saw Xu Jinchao who was now panting after running a few more steps.

Xu Jinchao retracted his gaze from the window, turned to Song Jiao, and shook his head:

"You know, I've done several inspections, from Hwaseong Hospital to Fengbei Provincial Government, but nothing has been found. Those inspections also hurt the body, so don't do useless work."

She then comforted Song Jiao: "I'm alright now? At most, it's easy to get tired and sleepy, but it's more difficult to rest."

Xu Jinchao remembered the state of mind when Song Jiao was admitted to the hospital in a car accident and accidentally learned from the doctor that Omega's brain was abnormal. He walked out of the clinic and looked up at so many sick people.

Some are in wheelchairs, some are hanging arms, and there are emaciated children lying in the arms of their parents.

At that time, she felt that maybe she shouldn't expect too much, and everything except death became acceptable.

The same is true now. Instead of immersing in a little pain caused by a strange illness, it is better to relax and face it.

Xu Jinchao can still think about it. Song Jiao didn't want her emotions to affect her too much, so she simply changed the topic: "If you really don't need to go back to Juzhou during the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's go out to play together that day."

Xu Jinchao laughed: "Where do you want to go to play?"

Song Jiao thought of the list she made based on Yu Lan's suggestion: "How about the playground, there is a themed castle here in Huacheng. I heard it is very interesting."

The sky outside the window was dark, and the city completely sank into the night relying on artificial light.

Song Jiao recalled the past again, and slowly said to Xu Jinchao, "I haven't been to this kind of place very much, you know. I suddenly wanted to play."

Xu Jinchao certainly understood why she hadn't been to the amusement park too much. During Song Jiao's childhood before the age of ten, her parents were busy with work, not to mention after that.

Among them, her mother, Qiao Chu, had a strong personality and worked harder than Song Yikang. Even Ms. Qiao died on the return journey alone after a rare family trip.

Song Jiao mentioned to her a few times that her father has been in a bad state since then.

This made Xu Jinchao feel distressed about Omega, and she agreed decisively: "Of course, even if you can't go to the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be opportunities to play later."

With the yellow light coming from the street lamp through the window, Xu Jinchao saw the small smile on the other side, and she suddenly thought of something from the thoughts just now.

"Your father, he will be able to come out from Dongcheng by the end of this year."

She vaguely remembered that Song Yikang's sentence was more than five years. When she became [Xu Jinchao], Song Yikang had been in prison for three years.

Due to Xu Boyang's pressure, his sentence was never reduced at all, but the time should be coming to an end soon.

Song Jiao responded in a low voice, turned the steering wheel and turned around the intersection. She had to go back to Juzhou once a month. Of course, she knew better than Xu Jinchao how long it was until her father was released from prison.

She said, "November 24th."

In the past two years, Song Jiao has never told her father about the changes around her, including Xu Jinchao, who dropped out of Changnan University, and the company's establishment and subsequent development.

She also made up a set of experience of working in Xu's internship after graduation, and told Song Yikang to deceive her father into thinking that she was still dealing with [Xu Jinchao].

My father was about to be released from prison, which was a good thing. She couldn't bear to see his face that had aged for a month, and his body that was getting thinner and thinner.

However, Song Jiao could not be purely happy, and there were still many worries in her heart.

She constructed such a large set of lies in order not to conflict with Song Yikang and irritate her father, but when the day she was able to pick him up from prison, how should she explain it to her father?

Especially my feelings for the Alpha around me, their marriage, even if I say the fact that Xu Jinchao is not [Xu Jinchao], can my father hear it and believe this bizarre thing...

These thoughts piled up heavily, the shadows of the street trees swept across, and the smile on the corner of Omega's lips gradually disappeared.

Her fingertips gripping the steering wheel tightened, as if she had fallen into a dilemma ahead of time.

Song Jiao called softly, "Xu Jinchao."

Xu Jinchao has been staring at her, and she can only see how the other party has changed from being happy to gloomy. She can probably guess what Song Jiao is thinking, which also weighs down her own heart.

She replied, "I'm listening."

Song Jiao finally planned the wording. She said to Xu Jinchao, "My dad doesn't like you very much. He hates Xu Boyang, and even many people related to Xu Boyang."

This is the first time that Song Jiao has spoken directly to Xu Jinchao about the grievance between the two families.

In fact, she may hate Xu Boyang herself, but when she was in contact with Xu's family in the past, most of the areas in her brain that control emotions were still locked.

Song Jiao used to think more about issues related to reality.

For example, how should she protect herself, how to keep the life of her only family member, how to escape in the future, and other more subtle details, such as how to refuse [Xu Jinchao]'s invitation to lunch tomorrow?

This is a normal and comfortable way of thinking for her, and there is disgust in her heart, but not as much hatred as her father, or even maddening.

Now she has gradually experienced the emotions and desires of ordinary people, brightening up the dusty and dark picture in her memory, and making a person and an event come alive.

In the past, the memory film that could only show black and white cast an unprecedented beauty and brilliance, and also allowed her to clearly see the shadow of pain in the contrast.

When everything was chaotic, she didn't quite understand why her father was getting haggard and mad, and she was not overly worried about her father's future relationship with Xu Jinchao, thinking that there would always be a solution.

Song Jiao now completely lost her previous self-confidence.

Just think about it, if Xu Jinchao also turned into flesh and blood in scrap iron, and their children would be forced to be locked in a high wall and tortured, Song Jiao suddenly understood why her father was crazy.

Just the thought that happened in her mind was enough to make Song Jiao hate her fingertips numb and her eyes sore. This is the person who gave her meticulous care, the person who taught her how to look at the world, and the person she was willing to sincerely pray to heaven to exchange for each other. Healthy and happy people.

Her father lost the man in his life.

Every time she thought of this, all Song Jiao's swelling hatred that was born with the simulation suddenly fell, and she also sank down with her body into the icy abyss where her father was living.

Song Jiao faintly felt that it was difficult for her father to accept Xu Jinchao as her partner.

There is indeed her reason why he is still alive, but it may be more because of hatred.

Can father really calm down and listen to her state the reason for falling in love with Xu Jinchao?

Song Jiao was not even 100% sure.

She said: "If he says something bad to you in the future, don't take it to heart, okay? I know how good you are. It's completely different from before."

Omega's voice was very soft, and what she warned Xu Jinchao about was almost inevitable.

Both sides are people she cares very much about.

One is a relative. When he was a child, he held her up high with a smile and put her on his shoulders. Sometimes he sighed and stroked the top of her hair, telling her that her mother could not come because of work, but her mother loved her (although Song Jiao did not at that time). Know exactly what love is), trembling palms before parting, saying that Jiaojiao is sorry, Jiaojiao is waiting for Dad.

One is a lover, pulling her away from the chaos, distinguishing the sky and the earth, letting her see the sun and flowers, and feel that life can be so happy. It is her desire, her opposite, her happiness and happiness. The meaning of pain is that she can rely on the coquettish person with confidence, and it is also the anchor of her emotions.

Song Jiao knew that her request was unreasonable, but she could not guarantee that she would be able to convince her father. Compared with the relatives who had a high probability of being unable to communicate, she had to seek tolerance from the other party.

Xu Jinchao rarely saw Song Jiao so scared. It wasn't the usual way of being so scared that she was sticking to her side to comfort her, but she tried her best to pretend to be calm, trying to hide her visible fear.

She understands why Omega is panicking, after all, this is not just a problem between her and her, mixed with unstable factors from a third party.

Xu Jinchao told Song Jiao, "I know."

Although she said this, she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She was worried that Song Jiao's life, which had just been on the right track, would be disrupted again. This disturbance was obviously very powerful. If it could not be adjusted, the negative impact would continue.

Both fell into silence, thinking about their own ways of coping, but neither had any clues.

The car approached the Tangang Community, stopped temporarily at a nearby pharmacy, and Xu Jinchao got out of the car to buy an inhibitor.

She smiled at Song Jiao through the falling car window, turned and walked quickly into the store.

Xu Jinchao didn't plan to use that long-acting slow-release agent again, and asked the pharmacist to take an ordinary normal temperature injection to check out.

When he came out of the pharmacy and approached the car parked on the side of the road, Xu Jinchao saw Omega staring ahead in a daze, which was a very rare phenomenon.

She opened the door and got in the car, and said in a deliberately brisk tone, "It's ready. The pharmacy has an injection room, but I think it's better to go home."

Song Jiao returned to her senses, smiled at her, and drove to the entrance of the underground garage.

Xu Jinchao sighed in his heart.

After the two got home, she washed her hands, opened the inhibitor package, disinfected the skin of her arm with alcohol, and injected the light golden liquid with an injection pen.

Aunt Li has already prepared the meal and finished dinner. Xu Jinchao is a little tired. Her pheromone is unstable now, and she can no longer live with Song Jiao and go to another bedroom alone.

After tidying up the plates, the aunt asked Song Jiao, who was still thinking desperately in the living room to find ways to solve the problem.

"What's the matter with the two of you? Xiao Xu is not in the mood. You are also dumbfounded."

Song Jiao raised her head, looked at Aunt Li's concerned little round face, and stretched out her hands to her.

This made Auntie Li feel bad, so she hurriedly sat down and let Song Jiao hug her.

Song Jiao buried herself on her aunt's shoulder, drawing warmth from her who was infinitely close to a gentle elder, and whispered:

"Auntie, I like Xu Jinchao so much. I hope the people I care about can be by my side."

Xu Jinchao once again forgot a lot of things and focused on his paintings.

She felt that she was in a state of half awake, facing the model sitting at the dining table with her long hair braided, and saw the shadow of another person on the other side.

I'm probably going crazy, Xu Jinchao thought, this kind of vision always occurs, I should put down the paintbrush and go to psychiatry immediately.

But instead of doing this, she obsessively smears paint on the canvas, constantly looking at the beautiful figures superimposed on the models in fantasy.

She didn't know who it was, but only knew that when she looked at the other person's smile, her heart would make a powerful sound in her ears, and she was immersed in the clouds of comfort and tranquility.

Xu Jinzao even felt that her wrists and fingers were light and healthy, and she was willing to spend with her nihilistic muse from morning to evening, and then to a new morning.

Fortunately, she still remembered her original intention, which was to drive out a new work for the exhibition. As everything was perfected, it finally came to the moment of parting.

When the phantom disappeared completely, the strange young goddess had already smiled at Xu Jinzao on the canvas.

Xu Jinchao sent away the model who had worked overtime for a few days. She felt a little guilty about this girl. She just borrowed the other person's outline to draw the person she imagined in her psychedelic state.

But when Xu Jinzao stared at the pure lamb-like eyes on the canvas again, and saw the naive indifference in her docile expression, she couldn't have any resistance to this inhuman, extremely beautiful face, and only gave birth to love and love, let alone no more Think of that guilt for the model.

While waiting for the oil painting to dry in the shade, Xu Jinchao felt that he had gone crazy.

She was fascinated by a little woman who did not exist in the painting. She stared at it from early morning to evening, except for eating, bathing and sleeping, just looking at this painting that was initially drying.

When he could finally frame the painting and send it to the competition, Xu Jinchao woke up from his obsession and realized that he was in the last week of the deadline.

Before sending it away, she named the painting "Jiaojiao".

Xu Jinchao intuitively knew the name of the person in the painting, but he couldn't remember the full name.

The day after the painting was sent, she finally returned to normal, turned on her phone, and saw that she replied to all the friends who sent WeChat as a template during the period:

[Accompanying my wife, busy. ]

Xu Jinchao: "..."

She thought she must have been stunned.

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The author has something to say:

The kitten in the painting is even more intimidating than reality (thumb

PS: Compliment yourself after writing, is it still stable? The connection was smoother than I had imagined, and it persisted.

You must know that this used to be a waste wood slacker old pigeon who spent a year writing the plot and barely reached 300,000 words!