Bu Qingren took a deep breath. Due to the racial disadvantage, he wanted to stay away. The first reaction of Omega was to leave this dangerous place.

Just as I was about to turn around and open the sensor door of the room, the ON button of the sensor light just lit up.

The hand that pulled the door was directly grasped in the strong palm.

ON button, off.

The Alpha, his robe soaked with cold sweat, wrapped the omega's back around him and instinctively moved closer to the smell he wanted, searching for the roots of the wild rose.

Gradually approach the gland.

"Shit! What are you doing?"

The tall nose bridge rested on Bu Qingren's neck, and the pervasive pheromones of the Asian lion broke down his defenses.

Zhao Cunzhi panted softly and said intermittently: "Little lamb... just hold it for a while, give me some soothing pheromones..."

The pheromones emitted by the young man were too weak, and for the lion who put his nose close to the gland to smell it, it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

Alpha hopes that more wild roses will bloom on his vines, the more brilliant the better.

Zhao Cunzhi's arms tightly gripped the lamb from behind, and its breathing was almost choked.

Bu Qingren looked at the Alpha who had lost his mind and released wisps of wild rose pheromones into the air.

The more the Omega tried to comfort the Alpha, the more uncomfortable he became.

Not enough! This level of comfort is far from enough!

Lion King level A requires a lot of high-level comfort, and the Tibetan antelope, whose glands have not yet grown, cannot meet his needs.

But Zhao Cunzhi remained restrained.

His amazing self-control allowed him to just hold the Omega tightly.

Zhao Cunzhi buried his head next to the gland and sniffed hard. The hot breath brushed against Bu Qingren's neck. Sensing the danger, the Omega began to struggle.

"I'm warning you... Just hug me for a second! If you don't want me to beat you up, let me go! Otherwise, I'll be rude to you!"

Bu Qingren, who was trying to maintain a tough tone and speak harshly, felt that his neck was in danger.

"I will be responsible for you." The Lion King's promise was solemn and serious.

"Damn it! What are you responsible for? What responsibility do you take for a hug?!" Everything went dark before his eyes, and his eyes were covered by a big hand.

What the hell is responsible for?

Isn't this progress wrong?

I haven't even agreed yet! He's already jumped the level?

The hand that unconsciously covered the gland was pressed against the door of the room. The body's vigilance and alertness had nowhere to be exerted, and it began to lose strength.

The onslaught of Pterocarpus pheromones warms the glands.

The pain and numbness that penetrated into his bones made the omega regret it.

Regret provoking this lion.

It’s all your own fault!

Bu Qingren angrily kicked the irrational lion with his legs, "! You... you agreed to hug me for a while, and you've exceeded the time limit!"

The difference in physical strength is huge.

A lion that has bitten its prey will not let go, and the pheromones belonging to the Alpha occupy the protective shield.

Domineering and gentle.

Rosewood and wild roses are entangled together.

The vines grew, intertwined and climbed, the branches of the red sandalwood became more stretched and strong, and the buds of the rose vine were half open.

The alarm in the hotel lobby finally stopped after ringing for most of the day, and the pheromones outside the protective shield gradually dissipated.

There was a circle of people sitting on the seats in the hall.

Neither Zhao Cunzhi's agent, Bavett, nor Bu Qingren's agent, Jos, spoke.

But the hostility in their eyes was already sparking.

Qiao Si felt that Zhao Cunzhi was simply a black-hearted person who used harsh means to force his beautiful and weak little O to help him through the differentiation period.

Bavett felt that Bu Qingren was just coveting his golden beans.

Jos entered the industry a year later than Bavett, but they were both gold medal agents in the same period of Star Entertainment.

Ever since Bavett followed Zhao Cunzhi to open an independent studio, his status in the industry has gradually improved, and he is basically respectfully called "Bag".

"Bug," Jos pointed unhappily at the room upstairs with the protective shield on. "Mr. Zhao's bandit behavior is a violation of the Alliance's Omega Protection Regulations, isn't it?"

Xiaocheng also had a stern face. Just now, a group of bodyguards brought them here in a kidnapping style and blocked their terminal emergency communication.

However, they also understood that if they reported it to the Omega Protection Center, given the Zhao family's status as a prominent family in the high-storage area, no one would believe that Zhao Cunzhi would be interested in a low-level Omega.

I've become numb to all the polite and flattering words I've heard over the years, and this is the first time I've been questioned face to face.

Bavett's face turned pale: "I still want to know what's going on!"

The bodyguards guarding the door were sent by the Zhao family.

If he had the power to stop it, he wouldn't have let it happen.

Both Jos and Bavit felt that their own cabbages were at a disadvantage.

Theoretically, inhibitors can be used to relieve pain during the disordered and susceptible periods, and neither of them has ever encountered such a situation of being out of control.

The two gold medal agents in the entertainment industry have started to ignore each other again, but their business has not been delayed and they are always controlling the direction of public opinion on the Internet.

Although the scene was immediately cordoned off, the underground area was crowded and mistakes were unavoidable.

Bang!

The protective shield is like a transparent cage, with pheromones buzzing around inside.

The sofa in the hotel room was much softer than the worn-out prop on the set. The collar of the robe Alpha was wearing opened to his collarbone as Bu Qingren struggled.

Bu Qingren desperately leaned his back against the sofa, ignoring the Asian lion behind him.

After being catalyzed by high-level information, the wild rose flavor of the Tibetan antelope's glands becomes faintly stronger.

This is a sign of impending differentiation.

"Fuck!" His voice was trembling and weak. The impact spreading from the gland to his body made him unable to help but swear.

The mental and physical torture had made him very tired.

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