In fact, everything is symptomatic.

In the daytime, Wen Mingyu felt the smell of spirits on Mu Zhan's body as good as last time, and couldn't help sticking behind him like a small tail.

Mu Zhan has black hair in a jade crown, a tall body, and a high and cold temperament. Just standing like this is like an ink painting.

With such a beautiful woman standing in front of her eyes, who could not be moved.

Wen Mingyu secretly called his wife how many times in his heart, and wanted to hug his wife and stick it.

He stuck to Mu Zhan's side, and he said a lot of words, his eyes were bright, showing obvious excitement, and his spirit was too much.

Because they have only recently confessed to each other, they have just established their relationship, they are in a state of passionate love, they are sticky, and they are too greasy. Wen Mingyu really wanted to stay with Mu Zhan all the time. When he had to separate and go somewhere else, he couldn't help but think that if Mu Zhan could become smaller, like a small pendant, he could take it with him wherever he went. All right.

Therefore, when he was so sticky to Mu Zhan, he didn't realize that something was wrong the first time, he just thought it was normal.

The restlessness of pheromone is just his own thoughts. At most, it is only enlarged a little more, and his rationality has weakened, so that he can speak out boldly and straightforwardly what he usually does not dare to say.

Like, wife.

He used to think that Mu Zhan was very good-looking. Although he was said to be a tyrant, in future film and television dramas, he would definitely be the kind of beautiful villain that makes people follow his facial features. He must keep reminding himself when watching it. , in order not to stand crooked.

Now the relationship between the two has changed, and he appreciates beauty more confidently. This is his man! What can't be seen and can't be imagined!

So, he secretly called his wife in his heart.

Until the pheromone became restless and ate rabbit mint, the rationality quickly went offline.

But as he said, it's not like he's drunk, he's still awake, he's just being arrogant and arrogant.

Mu Zhan wanted to call him husband, but he decisively smiled brightly, "wife."

After shouting, it was as if he had done an important event, his face flushed with excitement, and he was super satisfied. Seeing Mu Zhan's stunned expression, he wanted to laugh even more.

However, after a while because he succeeded in making Mu Zhan happy, he also stepped into the pit.

He didn't call her husband, but Mu Zhan should have called him that way.

Wen Mingyu was inexplicably obsessed with wanting to have her own wife, so she fought for this title a little naively. When it was time to go to bed, she still had to say good night, wife.

Then, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

He still hugged his wife with both hands, smelled the mellow aroma of the familiar and good-smelling spirits, buried his face in Mu Zhan's arms, and stuck to his chest muscles.

At this time, the consequences of not finding anomalies during the day came.

Wen Mingyu slowly began to heat up, not only from the superficial skin surface, but from the deep heat, which could not be stopped. His face was already red, and his lips were as red as petals. Hot air was exhaled from the gap between his lips, and the bunny ears couldn't control it.

The fruity fragrance this time was incomparable to the last one. It was so intense that it spread throughout the entire palace, madly impacting Mu Zhan's sanity. The sweet pheromone was extremely deadly, enough to make any Alpha out of control, let alone It is even more intense to say that Mu Zhan himself has feelings for Wen Mingyu.

The desire in Mu Zhan's heart was instantly magnified and turned into a beast with only instinct left, constantly hitting the cage and trying to rush out. The hot blood rushed straight to the top of his head, and there was a roar in his brain. His eyes were full of scarlet bloodshots, his breathing was short, and his mouth was dry.

And Wen Mingyu has also burned a little unconscious, the end of his eyes are red and wet, and the thick eyelashes are sticked into clusters by the hot air, messy, half-opening his eyes uncomfortably, and took the initiative to get close to the good-smelling Lie. The source of the wine smell, the fingertips of the fine white powder tightly grasped Mu Zhan's shirt, recklessly wanting to kiss it.

Mu Zhan became more and more unbearable. He had heard Mingyu explain it before, but he didn't expect that when he really came, it would be so strong and have such a great impact on him that it could drive a man crazy. If he hadn't restrained himself with what little reason he had left, he might have screwed people up.

He grabbed Wen Mingyu's hand, the body temperature of both of them was very high, and when their skins were pressed together, they didn't know who was hotter. But it is undeniable that this kind of contact is very comfortable, and at the same time, it is like a cluster of flames igniting and exploding, burning even more.

Mu Zhan held Wen Mingyu's neck down, made him look at him, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Wen Mingyu hummed bitterly, rubbing uncontrollably, but when she heard a familiar voice , still reluctantly opened his eyes, stared at him for a while, then kissed him forward, and said softly, "wife..." The voice was milky and soft, no matter how you heard it, it sounded like a spoiled child.

When he uttered the words, the sweet, greasy and hot breath exhaled together, just sprinkled on Mu Zhan's face, causing him to lose his mind for a while, and then his eyes became more crazy, and quickly spread to all limbs, and his reason completely collapsed.

The liquor pheromone came violently, like a shocking wave, engulfing Wen Mingyu at once.

The abnormal heat made Wen Mingyu so hot that it seemed to melt into scalding fruit wine. The violent storm hit, destroying and engulfing everything, but he was powerless to resist, he could only cry and beg for mercy, with his mouth open, panting like a dehydrated fish.

The night seemed to be long, but it passed unknowingly, and the sky was white with fish belly.

Mu Zhan picked up Wen Mingyu and went to take a bath. The sudden suspension made him panic, and he subconsciously hugged Mu Zhan's neck, for fear of falling. Then, I found that Mu Zhan was holding it firmly, walked forward easily, and then relaxed again.

He was very sour and weak, and he had no strength in his hands, so he could only put it softly on Mu Zhan's shoulders. People are also sweaty, like they were just fished out of the water. He was lying on Mu Zhan's body, unable to control his whimper, and it was a little difficult to speak, his voice was low, with a vague cry, which was very pitiful.

His face was pressed to the side of Mu Zhan's neck, his voice was vague, and he whispered something. Mu Zhan heard it and lowered his head to coax him. Soon, his face turned even redder, and he subconsciously wanted to struggle to the ground, but Mu Zhan hugged him very tightly. people in their arms.

After half an hour, they returned to the hall. Wen Mingyu was more tired than before, and the unwiped water drops fell on the soft carpet, leaving a dark trace.

Mu Zhan hugged him again, returned to the bed, the bed curtain fell, and the crisp bell rang again.

In this way, after three full days, Wen Mingyu really got up.

As a person who was really experiencing the fever period for the first time, Wen Mingyu was completely stunned. He had heard of some things before, but it was far from the real and terrifying experience. He almost thought he would die several times.

He was so tired as if he had gone through an extreme marathon, he barely got up, and wanted to get out of bed to wash as usual, but he failed at the first step. As soon as he stepped on the carpet, his leg was so sore that he couldn't support it, and he couldn't control it and was about to fall forward. Mu Zhan strode over quickly, grabbed him, and took him into his arms.

"Don't move around, lie down and rest first."

In this situation, Wen Mingyu couldn't be allowed to be brave, so he had to lie back in the bed again, huddled into a ball, and blinked his eyes slowly, like these three In the world, people are stupid.

This may sound like an exaggeration, but he has not recovered, let alone adapt so quickly. After a few more times, it may be better, but not now.

Now, he can only lie softly in the soft mattress, resting in a daze.

Mu Zhan watched him fall asleep obediently, and his whole body was stained with his own pheromone smell, from the inside out, every inch, so that people knew who he belonged to at a glance.

Mu Zhan is extremely satisfied, which is different from the pleasure and satisfaction that he learned that Wen Mingyu likes him. It was good before, but he always felt uneasy and felt that it was not enough. At this moment, he completely marked Wen Mingyu, and then he felt that he was really Really own each other.

The heart in the chest is beating wildly and powerfully, almost jumping out.

Mu Zhan put Wen Mingyu in his arms, smelled the sweet and fruity scent, and then slowly calmed down, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not be concealed or suppressed, and the joy in his eyes overflowed. .

His emotions fluctuated so much that even the dragon horns above his head could not be controlled from appearing out of thin air. In fact, in those three days, his dragon horn appeared many times, rubbing against Wen Mingyu from time to time, causing a shudder. Now, too. He greedily touched Wen Mingyu's forehead and got very close.

Wen Mingyu, who was sleeping, was disturbed and couldn't help but move, grabbing the dragon horn that poked him. Mu Zhan suddenly became more excited, and even his tail popped out. It appears less often than the dragon horn, and it is like the second creature with self-awareness, which reflects Mu Zhan's emotional thoughts very honestly.

Wen Mingyu finally slowly opened her eyes and woke up, facing Mu Zhan's handsome face, playing with his hair with one hand and pinching his ears with the other, then... what's on the waist?

Wen Mingyu looked down, only to find that it was Mu Zhan's tail, covered with beautiful scales, with a light luster, very beautiful.

He stretched out his hand, and the tip of the tail immediately wrapped around his fingers, rubbing it like a spoiled child.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help playing with it for a while.

But soon, Mu Zhan was displeased and frowned slightly.

So, the tail disappeared out of thin air, Mu Zhan grabbed Wen Mingyu's hand that touched the tail just now, and then didn't move, as if he just deliberately brought his hand up for Wen Mingyu to touch.

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a while before she realized it, and then she couldn't help laughing or crying. Is this vinegar for eating tails? Isn't that tail on him?

That being said, but the tail is so magical, even Wen Mingyu himself, when he turned into a rabbit, moved his tail back and forth, and he didn't realize it, as if it wasn't his own.

Lying on the bed for a long time, Wen Mingyu's stomach suddenly growled twice and she was hungry. Mu Zhan picked him up, helped him wash and change clothes, and then carried him to the table for dinner.

This time, of course, is not breakfast, but already lunch.

Wen Mingyu stretched out her hand to pick up the vegetables, but as soon as she moved, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to cover her stomach, feeling her lower abdomen was sore, and sat back again.

Mu Zhan helped him put the dishes into the bowl, "I'll give you medicine later."

Wen Mingyu glared at him, his stomach was sour, what's the use of medicine.

Mu Zhan understood quickly, the corners of his lips curled up, he smiled, leaned over and whispered, "I was wrong, be gentle next time."

Wen Mingyu's response was to kick him directly under the table. And a certain "tyrant" was in a good mood when he was kicked. Wen Mingyu's feet were placed under the table, he smiled slightly, and gave him some dishes he liked.

Wen Mingyu ate attentively, the aroma of the delicious food in her mouth, and then I didn't know what to think, and laughed.

The atmosphere at the table is good.

It was snowing outside, but the inside of the hall was as warm as spring.

It has been twelve days since the Spring Festival.

The holiday is coming to an end, and Wen Mingyu should prepare to go to the Imperial College. His homework has been completed, but as soon as the school starts, it is an exam, and he has to review and prepare for it.

Mu Zhan had already started work, and Wen Mingyu was reading a book and doing questions on the table next to him.

When the writing is going well, the pen is like a spirit, and when it freezes for a while, I unconsciously press the pen to my forehead, frowning and thinking.

Mu Zhan tilted his head and saw his elbow resting on the table, his hand resting on his cheek, his soft cheeks were slightly puffed up, red and pink, like a ball of sweet cake, which made people think Take a bite and see if the sweet filling comes out.

The eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the expression with a little annoyance is also very cute.

Obviously, it is reasonable to say that Mu Zhan should be disgusted by such an improper sitting posture and a lazy and rude posture. Whoever did it, he would frown and drive people down angrily. But Wen Mingyu is different. He sits crookedly with his chin up and leans on the armrest. He doesn't think there is any problem, he just thinks it's cute and likable everywhere.

Mu Zhan couldn't help getting up, walked over, stood behind him, put his hand on his shoulder, and put the other hand on the table, leaned over slightly, his chest and his back lightly touched, almost covering him Under him, he hugged him in his arms and whispered, "Is there something wrong?"

Wen Mingyu looked up, nodded, and complained naturally.

Mu Zhan took the pen from his hand and gave him a topic, speaking slowly and patiently. In the past, Mu Zhan would occasionally help him check his homework and check the progress of his studies, and would always bluntly point out that something was wrong here, and there was something wrong there, which made Wen Mingyu feel ashamed and wanted to find a hole to burrow in.

But now, Mu Zhan's words were gentle, even if Wen Mingyu didn't understand for a while, he just stopped, looked at him, and then repeated it in more detail, without any opinion. Who made Wen Mingyu distracted by looking at his face, he couldn't be happy in time, how could he be unhappy.

After Wen Mingyu understood the stuck question, he breathed a sigh of relief and wrote the answer smoothly. Then, he turned his head naturally, put his arms around Mu Zhan's neck, kissed him on the lips, and rubbed it, and said, "Thank you."

Mu Zhan suddenly looked like a large dog that was groomed. Squinting slightly, he obviously likes his closeness.

After Wen Mingyu finished kissing, she realized later, and realized how sticky her behavior was, as if she was about to kiss at every turn. He immediately withdrew his hand, sat back in front of the desk, read the book and did the questions seriously, as if he didn't do anything just now.

Mu Zhan let out a low laugh, seeing the redness of the ear hidden in his hair, he stretched out his hand and pinched it.

Wen Mingyu hurriedly avoided and muttered, "...I'm very busy."

Mu Zhan's laughter was even more obvious, "And throw it away when it's used up again? How ruthless."

Wen Mingyu was silent, pretending not to hear.

Mu Zhan's fingers slid down his ears, picked out the silk, and gently pinched the back of his neck. Wen Mingyu immediately trembled, her hand holding the pen softened, and she drew a strange curve.

Wen Mingyu finally couldn't help it, and pushed him to drive people away. Mu Zhan kissed him, then slowly turned around and went back to do his business. The expression on his face was not obvious, but anyone could see his good mood.

For Wen Mingyu, it was even more straightforward. He felt the lively and restless pheromone, like a sip of strong wine, spicy, stimulating, and very stamina, which made people like it.

When it was time for dinner, the palace servants served the delicacies and placed them one by one.

Wen Mingyu was already seated at the table, ready to eat.

The festival, as the name suggests, is to eat.

Different festivals have different special foods, and people love to eat them, especially Wen Mingyu, who came from the era of drinking nutritional supplements, and loves each other.

During the Chinese New Year, there are different ways to eat every day. And because Wen Mingyu likes to eat, the imperial kitchen received the imperial decree, and they always cooked in different styles. The food from all over the world, folk specialties, and the taste were still very authentic. Some may not be very suitable, but also do not have a flavor.

Lantern shrimp, crab vermicelli, stewed beef, pork knuckle with sauce, crab stuffed with orange, plum blossom soup cake, soup bath embroidered balls...

Each dish is very delicate, not only tastes great, but also looks very pleasing, making people feel I couldn't help admiring the artwork for a while, and I was even a little reluctant to eat it, and then seduced by the fragrance, I simply ate it.

In addition to the dishes, dumplings are of course indispensable for the New Year. All of them are thin and filling, like ingots, round and full. The imperial kitchen prepared dumplings with a variety of fillings, and Wen Mingyu couldn't help eating all of them.

In addition to the main meal, there are also rich pastries, rice cakes, honey cakes, rice cakes, cloud cakes, spring rolls, oil corners, fried dumplings, etc. Wen Mingyu couldn't eat them, so he picked up a piece of rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth. , The taste is soft and glutinous, and it has both sweet and salty. I ate one after another.

After eating like this, Wen Mingyu's stomach couldn't digest it, and after eating, she had to rub her stomach and eat.

On this day, after Wen Mingyu finished eating, she collapsed on the beauty's couch, like a salted fish, her whole body was soft and motionless.

Mu Zhan walked over, stood beside him, and stared at him for a while.

Wen Mingyu thought he had something to say, so he tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhan smiled, and suddenly said, "You seem to be fat."

Wen Mingyu's eyes widened in disbelief. I was so scared that I quickly touched my face, put it on my slightly swollen belly, and pinched my waist again, I could really squeeze a little soft meat!

He had to get up and look in the mirror, staring at the figure reflected on it.

It's not enough to become a fat man, but it does grow a little fatter than before. Still thin, but not as thin as before.

Wen Mingyu thought to himself, he has grown flesh, but can this be blamed on him? It's all so delicious food!