[The flower of Gaoling changed into a loyal dog attack × casual flirting but was fired up]
2826, Mo Xing.
On the 29th day after the operation, Quercus wemperata was successfully differentiated.
[Gender: Omega (unnatural), Artificial Pheromone: Ibuprofen, Odor: None. ]
Wen Xiaoli looked awkwardly at the updated ID card information.
"Doctor, regarding the distribution of my husband in the main city..."
With just this pheromone, can we search for A with a matching degree of over 90%?
The doctor pushed up his glasses: "Ahem, the system can only match one person at the moment."
"The two-way spouse selection step has been automatically skipped and the marriage relationship has been confirmed directly."
"Good news: your partner is an S-class Alpha."
"Bad news: The other party's identity is special and needs to be kept secret for the time being."
Wen Xiaoyue: "..."
*
After slipping away from the hospital, Wen Xiaoli rescued a deserter from the main city, number K0189.
The handsome and sharp eyes, the tightly pursed lips, the first button that will always be firmly tied - all of them poked hard at his chest.
Number K0189 is very cold and refuses to reveal his name.
Wen Xiaoli smiled and shook her legs: "It's okay, are you single?"
He teases and teases, and likes to see the other person's slumped expression and wrinkled brows.
But occasionally serious matters are discussed.
"Pheromones give humans the ability to reproduce, which is fundamental to the development of the planet."
"But I heard that hundreds of years ago, people concluded marriages based on love."
"It's just a story from an outer city. According to literature, love is a brain hallucination caused by a high degree of pheromone matching."
*
Is it an illusion?
Right, Wen Xiaoyue was convinced.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why his legal partner would go crazy and lose control after being caught in the main city.
Wen Xiaoli trembled and opened the familiar badge on the bite stopper.
The once meticulous buttons were scattered all over the floor, the tight lips were gasping and opened, and the cold canine teeth were pressed against the side of the neck.
"Who am I?"
"Colonel..."
"Say it again."
"K...0189..."
The tasteless ibuprofen turned into a fatal temptation and was sucked away fiercely.
He struggled to wrap his arms around the blood-congested and solid narrow waist, and raised his thin neck.
"... Does it still hurt?"
"It's okay... Just bite it and it'll be fine."
*
Flower of the High Mountain vs Under the Mud
#Why do you still come to seduce me when you obviously have a husband?
#Jeanmyselfcrazyjealous
#arrangedmarriage is so delicious
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Screenshot taken on 2025.1.24
Purpose: Love can heal all things
