[The manuscript will be opened next month and deposited 100,000➕, looking forward to meeting you all]
The commander was ruthless and upright, but the Alpha pheromone was too rare and he suffered from pheromone disorder syndrome. The alliance had to forcefully distribute an Omega that was equally rare and could alleviate his symptoms.
When they met for the first time, the other person was as thin as if he were made of paper. The military uniform that was originally close-fitting now outlines the curves of the body. The skin at the collarbone is delicate and white, and light cyan blood vessels can be seen. Just like a rich young man who comes to experience life, his slender arms may not be able to hold a gun.
I saw the identity written in the file, and he was actually an instructor at the top military academy in the alliance. Yan Rong looked at the man in front of him with disdain, wondering why his alma mater had fallen to this point.
Comrade who is traveling with you: Captain, you are so beautiful.
Yan Rong: I would rather die on the battlefield with pheromone disorder.
Ji Ye had not met him a few times, but they quarreled again and again. After a mission one day, he heard the other party mutilating himself in the room due to pheromone disorder... Remembering the alliance's advice, he mustered up the courage to enter the other party's room. The expected quarrel did not happen. The man went against his calmness on the battlefield and hugged him like a wild animal.
It turns out that pheromone disorders are really not incurable terminal diseases.
Hearing that Jun Rong was injured, his comrades and students went to visit, only to find Ji Ye's car parked at the entrance of the hospital... There was no one in the ward. Worried that the two would fight, they started a blanket search throughout the hospital, and finally found the two on the rooftop.
Ji Ye's face was unnaturally red, his lips were slightly swollen from being chewed, and even his originally fair neck was now covered with dense red marks.
Just as his comrade was about to say that he hadn't seen it, he saw Ji Ye slamming the door and leaving. He was greeted with a stern look like looking at an enemy, full of murderous intent.
Comrade: Didn't you say you died in battle...
Yan Rong was confident: I died on the battlefield, he will be scared at night.
Intention: Don't speak too early
