"Why did you only do it for me?"
Luo Wenchuan looks so well-behaved right now, and he's especially likable. Could this little guy really be interested in me?
Luo Wenchuan thought for a moment, then buried his head almost in his chest: "Brother Ling is very good to me, and I want to do something for you."
He looked up, his uneasy eyes meeting Song Ling's deep and exquisite eyes.
Luo Wenchuan rarely encountered an Alpha like Song Ling. The Alphas in the special admission program who were slightly better physically were so arrogant that they practically wanted to walk sideways every day. Song Ling was different. His confidence, his kindness, and even the slight frivolity in his words all carried a natural attraction.
Before meeting Song Ling, Luo Wenchuan had always thought of himself as someone who valued inner qualities more. Song Ling, an Alpha who only focused on training every day, clearly didn't belong to the type with depth. But after meeting Song Ling, he suddenly felt that he might be quite superficial himself.
Song Ling's waist, legs, and the firm back with water droplets flowing down her back—every part of her appearance made him feel a perfect itch.
He wanted to get closer to Song Ling, to go beyond something as superficial as a hug.
A note from the author:
Song Ling: Who's more superficial?
Thank you to "White Tea Palpitation" for the nutrient solution!
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Peach Blossom Scent —
Luo Wenchuan's eyes flickered, his feigned innocence masking the desire within him. This dull, naive gaze was the easiest way to lower one's guard.
Seeing that he was busy running around and his neck was covered in a thin layer of sweat, Song Ling reached out and took out the air conditioner remote from the pillow and handed it to him: "If you are hot, turn on the air conditioner in the bedroom."
Song Ling's voice softened considerably; he didn't know how to respond to Luo Wenchuan. Perhaps the man was simply grateful to him, and gratitude and affection were easily confused. Song Ling didn't want Luo Wenchuan to feel burdened. He didn't want this innocent young man to have his sexual orientation influenced by him.
After all, many male Omegas prefer women, and perhaps someone as well-behaved as Luo Wenchuan would prefer a gentle and cute girl.
air conditioner.
Luo Wenchuan remembered that the rented room only had one air conditioner in the living room, but when he looked up, he found a brand new small wall-mounted air conditioner installed on the opposite wall.
"Why did you suddenly install an air conditioner in the bedroom?" Luo Wenchuan couldn't help but ask. He knew he shouldn't ask so casually, but a strong premonition told him that Song Ling's sudden move to install an air conditioner must be related to him.
He wanted to know, and wanted Song Ling to tell him the reason herself.
"The standing air conditioner in the living room didn't have a wide enough airflow range, so we installed another one inside the house."
Song Ling was too embarrassed to tell him that he installed an air conditioner because it was a bit hot when they slept together that night. He usually lived alone, and the air from the living room would blow in even with the bedroom door open. But for some reason, he still put the plan to install an air conditioner in the bedroom on his agenda.
What if Luo Wenchuan comes to stay again? Song Ling was startled by her own thought.
Why was he so eager for Luo Wenchuan to come over?
The sound of the air conditioner turning on pulled Fei Yuan back to reality. Luo Wenchuan had come to deliver something at this hour, so he probably hadn't eaten yet. Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan and pointed to the living room: "There are some snacks on the table. I went to Yonghua Street to buy them. Try them."
Luo Wenchuan obediently took the bag of pastries. These paper bags were quite heavy; Song Ling had said to try them, and they must weigh at least ten pounds.
"Try this, this is a peach blossom pastry, and this is a pineapple pastry."
Song Ling stuffed several pastries into Luo Wenchuan's hand. Luo Wenchuan looked at them for a while, then picked up a peach blossom pastry and took a bite. The pastry had a strong peach flavor, and the delicate, broken petals were very sweet on his lips and tongue. His gaze fell on Song Ling, but quickly returned to his own.
"Is it good?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan ate the tiny snack, no bigger than half a palm, in several bites. How could this person be so meticulous about eating?
Luo Wenchuan nodded: "Delicious..."
"Then eat more, I can't finish it all by myself." Song Ling pushed the bags of snacks in front of Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan looked at the large bag of things in front of him and asked, "These must be very expensive."
Luo Wenchuan had been to this store before. Most students bought the items individually, but Song Ling bought ten or more kilograms at a time.
"It's not that expensive, how much can a few pastries cost?" Song Ling usually doesn't mention the price of things in front of Luo Wenchuan, because he's afraid that if he does, the man won't eat them.
After hearing what Song Ling said, Luo Wenchuan stopped asking.
Being overly meticulous can make one seem deliberate.
Seeing Luo Wenchuan sitting quietly on the edge of the bed eating, Song Ling began to tell him about the entrepreneurial journey of the shop.
It was a boring yet inspiring entrepreneurial story, but Luo Wenchuan listened to it all. He was a great listener; even if he didn't absorb a single word, he would still appear attentive and fascinated, which kept the other person eager to continue telling the story.
Song Ling liked Luo Wenchuan's obedient appearance, but didn't want him to be so submissive in front of others.
There's nothing wrong with being gentle; the problem is that there are good people in this world who cherish gentleness, and there are cowards who trample on it at will.
"Wen Chuan".
"Um?"
"Move in and live with Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan's lips, which were biting on a peach blossom pastry, paused for a moment when Song Ling said those words. His gaze towards Song Ling shifted slightly, and the next moment, Song Ling reached out and took the half-eaten peach blossom pastry from his mouth.
“Say something! With your personality, you’ll definitely get bullied in the dorm. Why don’t you move in with me? My two rooms are close to the school, and I’m paying so much rent and utilities for nothing. You can help with cooking if you come over, and I can bring you food back.”
Don't you want to?
"No, I...I'll go ask." Luo Wenchuan lowered his head, his ears turning bright red.
This person seems to be easily embarrassed. Song Ling grinned and casually stuffed the half-piece of peach blossom pastry in her hand into her mouth.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling's bulging cheeks and pursed his lips.
Song Ling always manages to stir things up without anyone noticing.
Worse still, once the teasing started, it all stopped there.
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At first, Song Ling was a little worried about Luo Wenchuan moving in with her, after all, one was an Alpha and the other was an Omega. There would always be differences in their lifestyles and physiological habits.
Song Ling doesn't like to compromise with people. If she doesn't like someone after spending a few times with them, she won't take the initiative to get to know them again.
There were many things to worry about, but when Luo Wenchuan actually moved in, Song Ling realized that her quality of life had improved dramatically.
Both of them like to get up early and dislike staying up late. Every day at 5:30, Song Ling can always smell the aroma of breakfast on time. If he pretends to be asleep and doesn't get up, Luo Wenchuan will come over and call him in a soft, sweet voice.
The meals are cooked, the floor is swept, the flowers on the balcony are watered, and the potted plants are given sun exposure in turn.
Song Ling used to throw all her clothes except socks and underwear into the washing machine at once. Luo Wenchuan was different; he would sort them out one by one, making sure light and dark colors weren't washed together, and that coats and pajamas weren't washed together. He would also wash socks and underwear separately in a small basin.
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If there wasn't only one washing machine at home, Song Ling even felt that Luo Wenchuan could categorize things a bit more.
Omegas like him seem to be born knowing how to serve others.
Song Ling suddenly felt that being with this person was actually quite good. Luo Wenchuan was simple-minded and good-looking, but he was easily bullied. Being with her, a top-tier A-rank, meant he could get protection.
"Wen Chuan, what reason did you give for applying to be a day student?" asked the student who was doing his homework. Song Ling had wanted to apply to be a day student for a long time, but their homeroom teacher had been reluctant to agree. He figured that once his arm was fully healed, he would have to go back to that six-person dorm room without a private bathroom.
Luo Wenchuan put down the Lego blueprints in his hand and looked up: "Insomnia."
"Insomnia? I've used that excuse before, why won't Lao Li give me leave?"
Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan, thought for a while, and suddenly understood why. With Luo Wenchuan's brilliant mind ruining his sleep, who would want to help their recommended class win first place in the competition?
"You good students have special privileges," Song Ling said indignantly, completely forgetting that she had just declined several invitations to physical fitness competitions due to unforeseen circumstances.
Luo Wenchuan didn't answer the question. In many people's eyes, no amount of ability can compare to the lineage of a top-tier A. Song Ling, a top-tier A who had been pampered and spoiled since childhood, would never understand this.
The two continued doing their own things.
Suddenly, a message notification sounded from the terminal on the coffee table. Luo Wenchuan tidied up the Lego pieces scattered on the floor, picked up the terminal, and handed it to Song Ling.
Song Ling glanced at the terminal in Luo Wenchuan's hand: "Could you take a look for me? If it's a membership fee deduction notification, please unsubscribe for me. I probably won't have much time to watch movies this year, but you can keep it if you want."
"good."
Luo Wenchuan sat back down and unlocked Song Ling's terminal. He found a notification that a fee had been deducted from his inbox. Luo Wenchuan unsubscribed from the membership and was about to log out when he suddenly noticed that Song Ling's inbox had very few messages.
This person probably has a habit of deleting information frequently.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze fell on a message that looked like a private text message, and then he clicked on it.
"Do you want it?"
When the impactful words and images came into view, Luo Wenchuan's eyes darkened. Judging from the date, it should be the day Song Ling's sensitive period began. Was Song Ling triggered into her sensitive period by this kind of thing?
How dare you take a picture of this size and send it to others?
Luo Wenchuan smiled coldly, then forwarded the anonymous message to his own terminal. Without hesitation, he deleted the original message on Song Ling's terminal.
He looked up at the person engrossed in their work and began to scrutinize whether this person was genuinely innocent or just playing games behind the scenes.
What are the chances of a top-tier A student remaining clean and virtuous after differentiation? Luo Wenchuan lowered his gaze, a helpless smile on his face.
"I'll help you unsubscribe." Luo Wenchuan put the terminal on the table, got up, and went into the kitchen.
Song Ling hummed in agreement and continued working on the practice questions.
In the three-hour professional exam, Song Ling scored 260 out of 300. The mock exam was a bit more difficult than the actual exam, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be fine.
Song Ling stretched and looked up to see Luo Wenchuan carrying a trash bag, preparing to leave.
"Let's throw it away tonight. There's no need to go downstairs just to take out the trash." Luo Wenchuan is a very diligent person; there hasn't been any trash left overnight in the few days he's been here.
Luo Wenchuan put on his shoes, turned around and smiled with his eyes crinkling, "There's no more vinegar in the kitchen, I'll go buy some more and take out the trash on the way."
"Is that all? Then come back soon and be careful."