Pheromones and The Scent of Connection Chapter 31

Xing Zhou smiled, tilted his head to wipe off the sweat dripping on Nie Xingran's fingers, breathing heavily, and reluctantly responded, "Yeah."

He was kneeling on the bed, with beautiful muscular lines on his taut back and long legs. How could an alpha's figure be bad? But Nie Xingran had a very deep first impression of him and always thought he was a weakling, so every time he saw his figure, he felt a sense of contrast, which added a lot of points.

Nie Xingran pressed several of Xing Zhou's cervical vertebrae, his fingertips rubbing the skin on his waist, "Go to the bathroom, you're breathing too loudly."

How could Xing Zhou still go? Where Nie Xingran had touched was all burning. His nerves jumped violently, and he tightly grasped Nie Xingran's hand, saying in a hoarse voice: "Help me."

Nie Xingran raised the corner of his lips, lazy and indifferent, "I don't care about you."