Morbid Attachment

Ji Wang didn't dare to touch the remaining force on his chin, so he buried his head and walked away until he was stopped by Xiao Xu. Xiaoxu asked him worriedly, "Brother Wang, are you alright?"

Ji Wang raised a pair of calm eyes, not sullen, let alone in a trance, he calmly said: "It's okay, do you have a Band-Aid? Qi Boyan is injured."

Xiaoxu just didn't understand why the two people's postures were ambiguous, and felt that he was thinking too much. Brother Wang and Daxing Qi are both alphas, what can they have.

So that ambiguous gesture turned into a provocative atmosphere in his eyes, and he almost thought they were going to fight. Xiaoxu was nervous.

He kept saying yes, Xiaoxu, as an assistant, was as careful as a hair. On weekdays, his bags were just like a treasure chest, and he had everything. When Xiaoxu took out a Band-Aid for Ji Wang, Qi Boyan was already surrounded by caring people.

The spot on Ji Wang's hand looked like a small wound, but in the eyes of others it was a big thing. Qi Boyan's assistant was in a hurry, disinfecting and applying medicine, and softly asking if he wanted to go to the hospital for an injection to avoid infection.

Zhou Chuxue held an umbrella next to her to offer condolences, and asked softly whether it hurt or not.

The protagonist, who so many people care about, hangs that finger and avoids the assistant's Band-Aid, his eyes swept away, and falls on Ji Wang who is a few steps away.

The indifferent Assassin stood steadily, his eyes were calm, the Band-Aid in his hand had a pattern, and the little jī was eating rice, which was a bit cute.

Qi Boyan pushed away the assistant in front of him and said to Ji Wang, "Come here."

For a time, the eyes of everyone around Qi Boyan fell on Ji Wang. Ji Wang was not timid in the face of all kinds of gazes, he just stepped forward, handed the Band-Aid to the assistant beside Qi Boyan, and apologized again.

Without waiting for Qi Boyan to speak, Ji Wang said first: "If there is nothing else, I have to continue reading the script."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. Qi Boyan's assistant rolled his eyes: "What kind of person, he is so arrogant when he hurts someone. What script can he read, isn't he just a small character in a few scenes?"

Qi Boyan took the Band-Aid from his assistant and said slowly, "Go back and replace Li Feng."

The assistant has only been with Qi Boyan for less than a week, and he never expected that he would be replaced. Don't they all say that although Qi Boyan is famous, he is easy to serve?

The assistant didn't dare to ask why, Qi Boyan put a small band-aid into the decorative bag on his body, and he didn't put a band-aid, let alone the wound, pushed away the group of people surrounding him, and stepped into the shooting venue. .

Ji Wang didn't read the script at all, he hurriedly found a place where no one was around, and forcefully tore off the mask from his face. Qi Boyan's blood remained on his mask. That person was originally a high-quality alpha, and a little blood was rich in rich pheromones.

The high temperature, the scorching environment, and the stimulating pheromones made Ji Wang's waist and abdomen tense. He slammed against the wall in front of him, praying that the pain would calm the pheromone-seeking blood in him.

Ji Wang gasped in a low voice, and the calm he tried to maintain was destroyed by pheromones.

He is not qualified to say Qi Boyan, because he is also a pervert who will be tempted by alpha pheromones.

They are all outliers, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are out of place.

Ji Wang pressed his forehead against the wall, holding the mask tightly in his hands, his eyelashes were wet with sweat, he raised his hand hesitantly, opened his thick coat with his fingers, and pressed against his sweat-cold skin. .

Every inch of the texture became sensitive because of the pheromone just now. Ji Wang followed the bones of the back of his neck and touched down every inch until he touched the scar on the gland.

As if smelling memories, quickly floated in Ji Wang's mind.

Memories are made of smells, sounds, and temperatures.

Ambiguous wine aroma, light cigarette, sweet pheromone.

Provocative voice, exclusive words, as if I love you with authenticity.

Qi Boyan's embrace was hot, bound, and cold.

Just like Qi Boyan's pheromone, it is so sweet that people can't fortify, underestimating the risk, until the trap of heaven and earth, tempting to fall.

The back of his neck that was bitten open over and over again, Qi Boyan licked his blood and kissed him again. Ji Wang never knew that his pheromones would turn into this kind of taste. It's like an ordinary wine that was made into his favorite delicacy by Qi Boyan.

The blood stained Qi Boyan's lips, making his appearance both sexy and crazy.

Obviously it is a meaningless mark, no matter how many times the pheromone is poured in, he can't become Qi Boyan's person. Perhaps because of this, every time Qi Boyan bites him, he will look extremely annoyed.

Ji Wang slowly let out a breath, and read out the name that had been in his heart for six years, word by word, through gritted teeth.

"Qi Boyan."

Xiaoxu looked for Ji Wang for a long time, made several phone calls, and was about to play Ji Wang's part, but no one was there. The assistant director came to urge him several times, and Xiaoxu was as anxious as a hot pot ant.

He called Ji Wang again, and the other party finally answered, but his voice was hoarse, as if he had been through a long ordeal.

Xiaoxu said anxiously: "Brother, come quickly, your part is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Wang, who was holding the phone, appeared in front of Xiao Xu. Ji Wang changed into a new mask, which was a spare from the makeup artist.