Cecil's footsteps stopped, his back seemed to freeze at the same time, and after a few seconds, he slowly turned around, his expression was indescribable, and said, "Caroline, do you think this is playing at home?" ”

Caroline's mouth opened, but she didn't know where to start, and finally she didn't explain anything, and whispered, "I'm not kidding. ”

Cecil then asked, "How can I trust you?" ”

"I ...... I'm currently ...... Can't sue you. Caroline said in a way that she felt ridiculous, and finally shook her head, as if she had not communicated with others.

Cecil paused and said in a cold voice: "Caroline, at the critical moment, you always don't say anything, how do I know what you think?" As he spoke, his words were slightly sarcastic: "Eddie said before that you have mental problems, and it seems to be true. ”

With that, Cecil didn't wait for Caroline to speak again, turned and strode away. Caroline, who stood in place, was stunned for a long time, watching Cecil's back in place, and the figure standing alone in front of the small villa was particularly lonely and desolate.

On the way back, the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt, Caroline and Eddie's rapprochement had made him extra vigilant, and Caroline's ambiguous attitude had made his trust in Caroline almost negative. Is Eddie a child, and will he be at the mercy of amnesia? Cecil thought mockingly. His cautious caution was destined not to trust Caroline lightly.

Passing by Meyer's room, Cecil caught a trace of warm light peeking through the crack in the door, Cecil hesitated for a moment, or quietly pushed open the door and leaned into half of his body, only to see Meyer sitting at the desk with his head propped up, because only a small light was turned on, in the large area of darkness, Meyer's expression was obscure.

Cecil said, "Meyer, why don't you sleep yet?" ”

Meyer's shoulders shook violently, as if he had been awakened, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the door, staring at Cecil for a long time before he realized that he was talking to himself, and said gloomily: "Oh, wake up in the middle of the night, get up and drink saliva." ”

Meyer's voice was dry and his expression was sluggish, and Cecil was worried: "Have a good rest, you can't take the exam with illness, you know?" ”

Meyer: "Well, I went to sleep. ”

Cecil wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't speak, pulled the door and left.

Meyer was still sitting in the chair, his fingers pressing his eyebrows, thinking of the nightmare that lingered just now and seemed to be rooted in his head, he even wanted to poke his head out, dig out his brain and throw it away!

More precisely, it was not a nightmare, but a beautiful dream with a rain of wisteria flowers, and when this dream first appeared in his dream a week ago, it was like a soldering iron, which was firmly imprinted in the depths of his heart, and he could not get rid of it no matter what.

The light and shadow in the wisteria trellis, the figure in the seat in the depths of the body that is sweeter than the wisteria flower, this qiē bewitches Meyer like a poppy, as long as he falls into that dream, Meyer will come forward uncontrollably, take the person who can't see the face clearly into his arms, and enjoy the joy of the sky.

For a week, every late night, Meyer would sweat profusely and suddenly leave that purple dream, his heart pounding, deep in his blood, the genes belonging to the alpha nature were ready to move, hungry and thirsty, that ethereal dream could not satisfy the emptiness in his heart, and he desperately needed a real outlet to vent.

At Meyer's age, there was nothing embarrassing about dreaming of such a thing. What made him unbearable no matter how much was that the wisteria trellis, the only person he had ever accompanied to sit in was the emperor. Why does Meyer's dream appear in that place every time? is so subtle and indescribable, even if Meyer tries his best to resist the subconscious and not think about the deep things, but he just can't help but imagine in horror, is the person he is holding the emperor?

In the son's spring dream, there may be a father in the sense of blood, and the relationship between the two people in the past is almost the same, and it will never change for the better because of the emperor's amnesia. What this meant, Meyer did not dare to think deeply, he himself first completely denied the absurd little flame, the supreme pleasure he experienced in the dream, and after waking up from the dream, there was only deep shame and extreme disgust.

What made Meyer even more unacceptable was that after a little recalling the fiery scene in his dream, his nerve endings began to tremble with excitement, and the nameless fire in his body burned even more vigorously.

Meyer's fist "Boom! With a hard bang, he hit the table and rushed into the bathroom again to douse his thirst with cold water. When he came out again, after a week of "nightmares", Meyer didn't even dare to lie down on the bed again, and sat back at the table until dawn.

And at breakfast time, Cecil still saw Meyer's abnormality.

Meyer seemed to be in good spirits, but there was a deep tiredness in his eyes, the dark circles under his eyes were more spread than those of the previous two days, his lips were pursed, and his whole person was like a full bow and a taut string, as if he was on guard against some kind of invisible opponent at any time. This is really abnormal for Meyer, who has always been excellent in all aspects of body and will, and Cecil worried: "Meyer, are you not feeling well? ”

Meyer was motionless, and it even took two or three seconds to react, a little upside down: "Huh? Oh...... No, I'm fine. ”

Cecil frowned: "Is it because of the assessment?" ”

Meyer rubbed his forehead extremely tiredly: "No, it's my own reason. You don't have to worry. ”

Looking closely, Meyer's hands were bruised, as if he was trying his best to hide something, Cecil thought that Meyer had encountered an intractable difficulty, and said with displeasure and worry: "Even I can't say? ”

Meyer couldn't hold back, suddenly slapped the table, and said in an amplified voice: "No! ”

The two of them were stunned together, and for a while, Meyer's eyes dodged, and the wolf said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak loudly." ”

Meyer's eyes were bloodshot, and Cecil finally grasped the point: "Are you in heat?" ”

Meyer was extremely reluctant to bring up the subject: "Don't say any more. ”

Cecil wondered, "It's not a shameful thing, why don't you sue me?" If you don't want to have a partner now, no one will force you. ”

Meyer's eyes flashed a misty figure hidden behind layers of wisteria flowers, he secretly bit the tip of his tongue, used pain to get rid of his trance, and said word by word: "I said, don't say it again, okay?" ”

"Why?" Cecil didn't give up, "Could it be that someone is tempting you with omega pheromones?" ”

Alpha estrus, strict situation will be accompanied by all kinds of violent tendencies, Meyer is already on the verge of breaking out again, but he knows that he can't be controlled by this inferior situation, the fist on the table squeaks slightly, his teeth are clenched, and he must not vent his negative feelings on Cecil.

Cecil's slightly cold fingertips pressed on Meyer's hand, and he didn't ask aggressively, and said softly, "I'll go get you the suppressant, okay?" It's not the way to go on like this. ”

Meyer closed his eyes heavily, took a deep breath, calmed down the tyranny churning in his heart, opened his eyes and smiled reluctantly, and said firmly: "No, I can solve it myself, if I can't solve it by myself, then what use am I?" ”

*

For three days in a row, the sun was shining during the day, but there was no moonlight at night, and from the window, there was no wind in the empty garden, and the flowers and plants in the near distance, the trees in the distance, and even the small insects hidden among the branches and leaves froze, and the whole space seemed to be dead. Wu Xin realizes that something is abnormal, is something going to happen?

Wu Xin lay back on the bed sullenly, his head resting on his arms, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, a hurricane blew from the tightly closed window, and the curtains did not move, but Wu Xin did hear the sharp cry, he sat up suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, a thin figure stood next to his bed, and when he looked closely, it was Wu Xin's grandfather!

Wu Ji was dressed in an iron-gray coarse cloth robe, even more skinny, a pair of black eyes were calm and indifferent, as if carrying infinite wisdom beyond the universe, and his long soft white hair was at his feet, winding like a glowing Milky Way.

Wu Xin was almost stunned by this surprise that fell from the sky, and he knew that his grandfather would come to him! Wu Xin shouted happily: "Grandpa! He spread his arms and pounced.

But in the next second, Wu Xin didn't pounce on his grandfather, but passed through Wu Ji's body and fell on the carpet with a pop!

Wu Xin was also stunned, maintaining a strange posture like a frog, and looked at Wu Ji blankly: "Grandpa? ”

Wu Ji's old voice sounded: "Silly boy......"

Wu Xin patted his head, only to realize that this was the spiritual archery technique used by his grandfather, and what was in front of him was just a phantom of Wu Ji. Wu Xin immediately got up and knelt at Wu Ji's feet, just like he used to do when he was a child, he reached out and wanted to pull the hem of Wu Ji's clothes, but when he stretched out his hand, he realized that this was not the real grandfather, Wu Xin was a little aggrieved, "Grandpa...... I want to go home. ”

Wu Ji seemed to have anticipated Wu Xin's situation, and said in a deep voice: "You stay here for a while first, and then come to pick you up when Grandpa is done." ”

Wu Xin: "Huh? Grandpa, where are you going? ”

Wu Ji didn't want to say more: "Anyway, grandpa is not in Zhuyunnuma now, you are obedient." ”

Wu Xin absolutely obeyed Wu Ji's words, nodded obediently, suddenly thought of something, and said anxiously: "Grandpa, I found the traces of the black witch." ”

Wu Ji's face didn't make any waves: "Well, I know." ”

Wu Xin finally met someone who could open his heart, and began to complain to Wu Ji intermittently, how he fell here, inexplicably became the emperor, and the black witch who wanted to assassinate the emperor and a series of events.

Wu Ji put his translucent hand on the top of Wu Xin's head and stroked it slowly, and whispered in his mouth: "It's all fate." ”

It seemed that he wanted to express something deeper, but in the end, he just sighed faintly and explained: "Don't slack off in practice." ”

Another hurricane with a low howl swept by, Wu Ji's figure disappeared immediately, Wu Xin had not yet enjoyed the joy of meeting, and suddenly separated from his grandfather, subconsciously wanting to keep Wu Ji: "Grandpa! ”

The empty room was only left with Wu Xin's frustrated and unwilling shouts.