Living With The Arch Enemy Chapter 6

Thomas's ears turned red quietly and he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Are you at a vulnerable stage?"

Grover analyzed the situation for a long time before shaking his head, acting like a well-behaved kitten: "My next susceptible period... is in two months."

So this situation was obviously unexpected.

The two people were at a loss.

Thomas looked at the heavy rain outside and was afraid that there was no way he could go to the hospital.

Grover felt extremely unwell, as if he was trapped in a closed space with thin air. He had difficulty breathing and his internal organs felt like they were burning.

He suddenly grabbed Thomas's hand: "...Do you have any spare inhibitors?"

Thomas hesitated for a moment: "You can't use my inhibitor."

Grover suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.

"You're not willing to give it to me, you cheapskate."

Thomas couldn't explain it to him, and couldn't explain it either.

I could only go and pour Grover a glass of boiled water first.

Not sure if he had replenished the water properly, but when Thomas looked at Grover again, he found that the tears in the young man's eyes were falling down.

"Thomas..."

Grover's consciousness was completely devoured.

The arrogant and proud Alpha is dominated by the susceptible period and can't help but reveal the hidden softness and vulnerability.

He took the initiative to climb onto Thomas's arm, and the rich strawberry-flavored Alpha pheromones lingered in the air, delicious and tempting.

Thomas was obviously a little distracted by the hot pheromones, and he couldn't even control his glands, releasing a little bit of cedar scent.

"Hmm..." Grover keenly smelled the scent of Thomas.

It was like floating raindrops falling into a raging fire. Although the effect was not great, Grover discovered that it had the effect of extinguishing fire.

He arched his body into Thomas's arms and rested his head on his lap.

"Pheromones are needed..."

"I like your pheromones..."

"Cedar smells better than strawberry..."

Thomas carefully released a little pheromone.

Grover took a deep breath and squeezed out his tears as if he had been reborn: "It's not enough..."

"Don't be greedy." Men give carefully.

He had rarely released pheromones in front of outsiders since he was a child, and he had no idea how much Grover could bear at this moment.

So this behavior of carefully squeezing out toothpaste strongly aroused the dissatisfaction of the Alpha in his arms.

"Too stingy." Grover rubbed the side of his face against Thomas's thigh, blinking his round eyes and begging aggrievedly, "Give me a little more...brother."

Thomas's Adam's apple rolled.

He never knew that Grover would use such a trick to please others.

But it is very practical.

The cedar smell in the room became stronger and stronger, intertwined with the strawberry flavor.

Grover narrowed her beautiful eyes in comfort: "...Thomas, don't stop."

Grover: "You tonight..."

Grover: "Always releasing pheromones around me..."

"May I..."

Thomas's voice was hoarse: "Okay..."

Grover received the affirmation and relaxed instantly.

Physical energy is greatly consumed during the susceptible period, and people begin to feel tired.

Grover was lying on the man's lap, feeling sleepy. As his eyelids were twitching, he vaguely saw Thomas's face through the gap between his eyelashes.

An inexplicably affectionate face.

Grover had no time to think and soon fell into a deep sleep.

However, the sleep quality of Alpha during his susceptible period has always been poor. He hugged Thomas's waist and wanted to bury his head in his pajamas, but he disliked Thomas's stiff legs, which hurt his cheeks.

As delicate as an omega in heat.

Thomas had to release more pheromones to barely calm Grover down.

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...

The next day, it started to light up after the rain.

The pheromone smell in the room has faded quite a bit.

Grover woke up naturally after sleeping for more than ten hours, and vaguely saw a figure beside him in his blurred eyes.

The sleepiness disappeared instantly, his IQ returned, and his eyes widened.

"Thomas!"

Grover exclaimed, and then he realized that Thomas and he were lying on the same bed, covered with the same quilt.

"Thomas! Your wife Bian!"

The man beside him who had been releasing pheromones all night long slowly opened his eyes and looked at Grover with a hurt and depressed expression.

"Didn't you say you slept on the sofa?" Grover was confused and angry, "You...why are you on my bed!?"х

Thomas: "I want to leave too."

After saying that, he glanced at the quilt.

Grover followed the man's gaze and realized belatedly that he was holding him with his arms and legs like a koala and not letting go.

Grover quickly retreated.

Afterwards, I realized something was wrong: "Where are my pajamas?"

Grover's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously shrunk the flower that bloomed toward the sun. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the vitality was very strong.

Digging on the bed to find his nightgown.

Thomas slowly sat up and pinched his aching temples.

Thomas asked him: "Do you have no memory at all?"

Not finding pajamas, Grover wrapped himself in the quilt, only revealing his messy head: "Yes."

Thomas raised his eyebrows slightly, indicating for him to continue.

Grover: "I remember you were reluctant to give me an inhibitor during the susceptible period yesterday."

Thomas: ...

A very magical memory storage system that can also selectively enter information.

I got up fourteen times last night to feed him water and released pheromones non-stop for nearly ten hours. This kid didn't remember anything.

Grover not only did not remember, but also held a grudge.

"Although I can't stand you and you hate me, when life is at stake during the susceptible period, you are reluctant to even give me an inhibitor. Thomas, you are so cold that it scares me."

Thomas: ...

"However, since you took me in last night, I won't pursue the matter of you taking advantage of me and stripping me. We will never see each other again in the future."

Thomas let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "You want to go home?"

Grover almost jumped up and exploded when he heard this: "Otherwise, I have lost all my clothes. Who knows what will happen if I stay any longer?"

"I want to say that you misunderstood. Will you listen to my explanation?" Thomas asked slowly.

"No." Grover continued firmly, "There can't be any misunderstanding!"

The facts are all laid out before him, and he still wants to listen to a vixen's distortion of right and wrong?

Grover gave Thomas no chance to explain.

He jumped off the bed wrapped in a quilt and ran barefoot to the living room to look for the clothes he had washed yesterday.

Fortunately, the fabric was thin, so it was done in one night.

He put on his own clothes indiscriminately, picked up the child's milk powder and diapers, and rushed out of the door without looking back. Along the way, he barely found the exit of the community by turning left and right with the help of his thin memory of last night.

Grover was frightened along the way.

I finally got home, but before I even entered the door, I heard the faint cry of a baby coming from the house.

When the confinement nanny saw him coming back, she felt like she had seen a savior.

"Mr. Xiao Shen, I don't know what's wrong with the baby. He has been crying since last night."

"Maybe it's because the previous illness didn't heal." Grover took the child tiredly.

The little Zaizai was still shedding tears, but she was stunned when she smelled the unusual smell on his body.