"The Star Lord's pheromones can now be controlled freely. Pay attention to your emotions on a daily basis. Alphas lower than you will not be able to detect your true gender." The doctor put away the examination equipment.
The last time, the excessive amount of inhibitors actually triggered the body's protective mechanism, and the glands became more in line with the host's ideas.
Just like an unborn fetus that senses what the mother wants and tries its best to hide itself until it is born safely.
The doctor's words were like sweet rain, precisely watering the soil called "calculation" in Yunwushu's heart.
His pale fingers unconsciously slid across the silk sheets, and deep in his eyes was a cold, flickering light.
"It seems that those inhibitors were not in vain." He spoke lightly, with no emotion in his voice, but his fingertips gently brushed across the skin on the back of his neck that still had tiny needle holes.
Princess Lilith's arrival was more urgent and foolish than Yunwushu had expected.
This princess from a neighboring country has different ambitions, but lacks the superficial elegance and scheming.
Her goal is clear and brutal: to capture Duke Chrisel Garth and become the future mistress of Muqier Star.
To this end, she did not hesitate to use the most despicable means.
The wine glasses clinked together, and the ladies were dressed in elegant clothes and had beautiful hair.
As the actual ruler of Muqier, Chrisel had to deal with it.
Yun Wushu was naturally also present. He sat slightly to the side of the main seat, wearing a moon-white dress that looked low-key but was actually priceless. His face was still sickly pale, and he was as quiet as a fragile porcelain.
He sipped the water in small sips, his eyes seemingly wandering, but in fact they were precisely fixed on Princess Lilith and the maid beside her with twinkling eyes.
In the shadow where no one noticed, the corners of Yun Wushu's lips curled up into an extremely cold arc.
The foolish princess actually took the initiative to hand the knife to him.
He remained calm and didn't even glance at Bai Er.
The plan took shape in an instant.
The banquet reached its climax, and the dance music was melodious. Princess Lilith, holding two glasses of champagne, swayed gracefully towards Chrisel, who was talking with several ministers.
"My Lord Duke," she said in a sickly sweet voice, "I'll toast you to our friendship."
Chrisel politely took the glass and was about to refuse it - he never drank wine handed to him by others easily.
Right at this moment.
"Cough... cough cough cough..." A heart-wrenching cough suddenly sounded, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Yun Wushu bent down in pain, covering his mouth tightly with a handkerchief, his thin shoulders trembling violently, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
His pale face turned red in an instant, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. His fragile appearance made everyone present feel heartbroken.
"Shushu!" Chrisel's attention was instantly taken away.
His face suddenly changed, and he without hesitation stuffed the suspicious glass of champagne in his hand back into the tray of the waiter next to him. He didn't even bother to say sorry to Princess Lilith, and rushed to Yunwushu in a few big strides.
"What's going on?" He anxiously supported Yun Wushu's trembling body, patting his back gently with his palm, his voice full of worry, "Are you feeling unwell? Doctor! Call a doctor!"
Yunwushu seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He leaned softly in Chrisel's arms, breathing rapidly, and the edges of his handkerchief were glaringly red.
He raised his wet eyelashes and looked at Chrisel with eyes full of helplessness and dependence, his breath weak: "Chrisel... take me away... It hurts so much..."
Anyone who sees this will be heartbroken.
Chrisel's heart felt like it was twisted tightly, and she no longer cared about the party or the princess.
He immediately picked up Yun Wushu and carried him horizontally, hurriedly said "Excuse me" to everyone, and then quickly left the scene with him in his arms and went straight to the bedroom.
Princess Lilith froze in place, holding the returned glass of champagne, her carefully painted face distorted by the failure of her plan and being ignored in public.
She looked at Chrisel's back as he left with the sickly boy in his arms without looking back, and her nails dug deep into her palms.
In the bedroom, the doctor rushed in to check and concluded that it was still the same old problem - excessive emotional fluctuations and the turbid air in the banquet hall triggered the cough, and he needed to rest.
Chrisel stayed by Yunwushu's bedside, fed him the medicine himself, and watched him fall into a deep sleep. His breathing gradually became steady, and only then did he feel relieved.
However, things started to go wrong for Krystle herself.
An inexplicable heat rose from the lower abdomen without warning and quickly spread to every part of the body.
The blood seemed to be boiling in his veins, his heartbeat was so fast that it lost its rhythm, and a strong desire that almost burned his reason was madly attacking his brain.
The pheromone belonging to Alpha, the cold cedar wood escaped uncontrollably, the concentration was astonishingly high, and even had a hint of aggressive violence.
"Damn it..." Chrisel cursed, stood up suddenly, and staggered towards the bathroom.
The cold water washed over his head, face and body, but it could not extinguish the evil fire burning from the depths of his soul.
His pupils dilated slightly due to lust, and the image of Yun Wushu, vulnerable and helpless in his arms, emerged uncontrollably before his eyes: the slightly reddened corners of her eyes, her moist lips, and the faint, hooked scent of camellia...
Damn it!
Anger and lust intertwined, nearly tearing him apart. He tried hard to control himself, but the instincts of a top-level Alpha, catalyzed by this potent drug, were like a wild horse running wild.
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