Fletcher Ding raised his hand and stroked the soft hair on the back of Blaine Xia's head. With his other hand, he slipped a thin needle out of his sleeve and pointed it at Alpha's temple. His voice was so gentle that it made his skin crawl. "Junior brother, please call me. I want to see it, otherwise you should get the injection."
"Didn't you fight today?" Blaine Xia stared at Fletcher Ding.
The susceptible period has passed long ago, but the so-called "inhibitors" have not stopped.
Fletcher Ding patted his face and said lovingly: "Increase the amount."
The eyes of the person lying on his knees changed instantly. His sharp eyes said countless curse words, but he bit his lips tightly and was unable to speak out. Fletcher Ding laughed deeply when he saw it, grabbed Blaine Xia's neck and lifted him off his lap, the needle tip was always very close.
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