"You guys keep having fun, I'm taking Ling Ge back first."
Luo Wenchuan forced a smile. Wen Yu saw him supporting Song Ling alone and asked him, "Do you need us to help you out?"
"No, there are cars outside."
After Luo Wenchuan finished speaking, he helped Song Ling out.
Song Ling's legs were weak, and she couldn't walk at all. Luo Wenchuan glanced at Song Ling, and after confirming that no one was around, he picked her up and carried her out of the building.
Wei Yu vomited in the toilet for a while. As soon as she came out, she saw a thin young man carrying Song Ling over with ease.
"Luo Wenchuan?"
Wei Yu pinched her cheek, thinking that she must be very drunk.
How could Luo Wenchuan possibly carry Song Ling? She's so thin and skinny.
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Song Ling felt as if she were suspended in mid-air.
He looked at the person holding him, but he couldn't make out their features no matter how hard he looked.
Luo Wenchuan threw Song Ling onto the bed and sat on the edge of the bed to help him take off his shoes.
This guy reeks of alcohol. If he differentiated now, I could probably smell some of that little Omega's pheromones.
The thought of Song Ling, drunk and hazy, embracing that little Omega and calling him "baby" made Luo Wenchuan feel irritated.
That's true, Song Ling likes fair-skinned and obedient Omegas, and that's how he got close to Song Ling. But, no buts, no matter what, Song Ling can't seduce others.
"Baby." Song Ling opened her eyes and called out after seeing Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan looked at the person beneath him and sneered, "Song Ling, just how many treasures do you have?"
"You."
Song Ling smiled slightly, her smile, tinged with the scent of alcohol, was quite captivating.
"Honey, my belt is so tight, can you loosen it for me?"
This person usually changes into pajamas before going to bed. Luo Wenchuan looked at the person who was already in a daze and took a deep breath.
To avoid washing the sheets one less time, he still decided to help Song Ling change her pajamas.
The textured, lacquered leather belt was unfastened, revealing long, fair legs beneath the pulled-down trousers, along with a shirt clip fastened to the thigh.
Black and white are two completely different colors, and the contrast made Luo Wenchuan's temples throb twice.
“Honey, why did you stop?” Song Ling asked.
The shirt clips on his thighs were very tight, and he was eager to get them off.
"Do you want me to continue?" Luo Wenchuan asked in a deep voice.
Under the nightlight, his gaze held a dangerous light as Luo Wenchuan's hand landed on the strap of Song Ling's shirt.
A note from the author:
Triggering dangerous words: #My belt is so tight#
Thanks to "Autumn Eclipse", "Tiger Autumn Roar", "White Tea Palpitation", and "Life on the Road" for watering with nutrient solution.
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Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Where did it bite?
"Um……"
Song Ling curled her legs up so that the shirt clip wrapped around her legs fit perfectly into Luo Wenchuan's palm;
With his reddish eyes slightly narrowed and his pupils spread out, the Alpha, who was usually sharp and arrogant, had a touch of rosy invitation to him.
Luo Wenchuan went to great lengths but couldn't get Song Ling to do anything to him, yet Song Ling could easily arouse him with just a glance or a gesture.
He didn't understand what was so good about Song Ling.
But even if he didn't understand, the task had to be done. Song Ling agreed, so it wouldn't be considered taking advantage of someone in distress.
The shirt clip on his leg remained in place; the restraining strap stirred unspoken, illicit desires within him. Luo Wenchuan liked this feeling; he wanted to save it for last.
Her long, slender legs were folded across her chest.
Looking at the top-tier Alpha before him, completely at his mercy, Luo Wenchuan felt a strange sense of satisfaction rise within him.
At this moment, Song Ling was his, and from now on, he could only be his. No one could have imagined that Song Ling, a top-tier A-rank player, would have such a side to him.
Luo Wenchuan could see that Song Ling's eyes were filled with expectation, and so was his.
Luo Wenchuan had little practical experience in this area; all his skills came from analyzing books and materials.
Enigma possesses learning and exploration abilities several times greater than Alpha, and the two's pheromones are highly compatible.
He was confident that tonight would be a pleasant night.
"Baby..."
Song Ling's head throbbed, and he vaguely felt someone tugging at his clothes. He had no defenses against Luo Wenchuan and didn't want to harbor any ill intentions towards this gentle and docile Omega.
Even though she felt the action was somewhat inappropriate, Song Ling didn't resist much because she knew the person was Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan lifted Song Ling's chin with his long, slender hand. His lips, flushed with the effects of alcohol, were a tempting rosy red.
To some extent, alcohol is a good thing.
Luo Wenchuan quietly admired Song Ling's current appearance, and the next moment he captured the wine-stained lips of the person in front of him.
This person's lips are as soft as they look, like the finest silk; such a silky, satin-like touch is the most addictive.
A strong dose of alcohol can easily make people feel dazed.
Song Ling felt something pry open his teeth and tease his lips and tongue.
This allure, along with the alcohol, enters the bloodstream, making one dizzy and yet reluctant to let go.
Song Ling placed her hand on Luo Wenchuan's shoulder, and the next moment she pushed him hard.
Suddenly, Luo Wenchuan and the person in front of him were switched places.
"Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan raised the corners of his lips, his gaze falling on the stray hairs on Song Ling's forehead damp with a thin layer of sweat, and he couldn't take his eyes off them after just one glance.
Whether it was her delicate eyebrows and eyes or her slender waist, every part of Song Ling suited his taste perfectly.
The scent of peach blossom pheromones lingered around me, but once inside my nostrils, only a faint trace remained. It was this faint trace that captivated my heart and haunted my soul.
That's not enough.
Kissing, marking, even knotting.
He had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to make this person his own personal Alpha.
At this moment, Luo Wenchuan no longer understood whether his eagerness to obtain Song Ling was for the sake of the plan or for the person himself.
"No, that's not allowed."
Under the dim nightlight, Luo Wenchuan heard Song Ling say something.
Song Ling placed her hand on Luo Wenchuan's lips, blocking his mouth.
"Why."
Luo Wenchuan suppressed the itch in his heart and asked a question. His sharp tiger teeth brushed against Song Ling's knuckles, and the strong pheromones traveled straight to his brain through his taste buds.
Why can everyone else do it, but he can't?
"You... are too young."
Song Ling felt as if she had been burned and withdrew her hand, which had been brushed against by the lips and teeth.
The alcohol I just drank has completely destroyed my ability to think, so these words came out instinctively.
Song Ling's instincts told him that he and Luo Wenchuan couldn't be together right now.
"Brother Ling, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm an adult."
Luo Wenchuan's voice was like a seductive siren, leading people into a gentle embrace, from which they would then drown.
He held Song Ling's hand, intending to guide him to please himself.
Song Ling's sensory system had become extremely dull. He could feel someone buzzing in his ear, but the sound was muffled by a drumhead, always vague and distant.
Her palms were burning hot. Song Ling tried to pull her hand away, but Luo Wenchuan held it tightly.
"you……"
Song Ling's eyes glazed over for a moment, then she collapsed onto someone's chest.
When faced with difficulties, one should simply sleep it off.
This is perfectly exemplified in Song Ling.
On one side, the night was fast asleep, and on the other side, haystacks had been set on fire.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes were terribly red. He sank into the soft bed and rubbed his furrowed brows.
With teeth gently clenched, the taste of blood gradually spread in the mouth.
The rising heat beneath me mingled with the rage in my heart, intensifying and making me feel like a fish that had been put into a pot while still alive and was being tortured.
What exactly is the deal with Song Ling?
Is he impotent?
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