When Song Ling handed the terminal to Luo Wenchuan, Luo Wenchuan looked terrified.
"This is too expensive, I can't accept it."
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's anxious expression, Song Ling also felt that this thing was a bit expensive for Luo Wenchuan, but he still wanted to give it to Luo Wenchuan: "You can keep it for now. If you miss me, you can send me a message."
Luo Wenchuan hesitated after hearing what Song Ling said.
Song Ling knew he couldn't bear to part with her, so she patted his head and said, "If I can't see anyone, at least let me hear their voice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Wenchuan threw himself into Song Ling's arms.
"Brother Ling, will the dormitory application process be quick?"
The child's voice was so pitiful, it made Song Ling's heart feel like it was soaking in a sweet spring breeze.
"I've been busy with the school anniversary celebration these past few days, so it'll probably be a few more days."
Song Ling could tell that Luo Wenchuan really didn't want to part with him; the kid was using quite a bit of force, strangling him tightly.
"That will take a long time."
Luo Wenchuan sighed and buried his face in Song Ling's clothes.
The moon rises above the willow branches, casting two long, slender shadows under the bright moonlight.
The way the two of them were reluctant to part was not much different from that of young couples in school who were reluctant to say goodbye before returning to their dormitories.
Song Ling sat on the bench, entered his terminal code into Luo Wenchuan's terminal, and taught him a lot of things, including how to check the other party's location.
Luo Wenchuan sat beside him, listening quietly.
"Have you learned it?"
When Song Ling looked up, she saw Luo Wenchuan looking at her with a droopy mouth.
This kid is probably still thinking about changing dorm rooms.
"I'm asking you, why aren't you answering?"
"I understand."
"Then, send me a message," Song Ling instructed.
Luo Wenchuan tapped a few times on the terminal, and Song Ling's terminal received a message from Luo Baobei.
[Luo Baobei: Brother Ling]
Those two words immediately brought to Song Ling's mind the image of this person looking up at him shyly as he called him "Brother Ling." "You find it so hard to say 'Brother Ling,' what are you going to do in the future?" Song Ling sighed, looking at the two words on the terminal.
"From now on, what will we call each other?" Luo Wenchuan looked at him, his clear eyes reflecting the moonlight.
Song Ling curled her lips into a smile, lowered her head, and whispered in his ear, "Husband..."
husband.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned, his eyes widening as if he had been shot by an arrow.
These two words are not uncommon, and even somewhat cliché, but when they came out of Song Ling's deep and magnetic voice, they made the blood rush to one's head.
Song Ling is truly a master at starting fires.
He suddenly wished that when he was inside Song Ling's body, this person could call him that a few times.
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Chapter 20 (1/2)
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Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Suppression ring
Under the bright moonlight, Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan's ears turn red at a visible speed.
This child is indeed shy.
.
After escorting Luo Wenchuan back to his dormitory that evening, Song Ling headed towards her own dormitory.
Having been away for almost two months, everyone in the dormitory found Luo Wenchuan quite novel to see.
"Young Master Song, you've had your fun, how could you bear to come back?" The speaker was Su Yuan, who shared a bunk with Song Ling.
Song Ling took out the snacks she had brought for the group and distributed them.
Zhou Yinan shared a dorm room with him, sleeping in the bunk above Song Ling. It was a six-person room, but two of the students were commuters due to health issues, and the remaining students were out early and back late. The only two people they could really talk to were Su Yuan and Zhou Yinan.
Zhou Yinan was Song Ling's deskmate for over a year. She was innocent and frank, and the two of them could talk to each other about anything. They knew each other very well.
Chu Yuan's family had been doctors for generations. He was a bit smarter and more quick-witted than Zhou Yinan, and also a person who was easy to get along with. This man had a beauty mark under his eye and a pair of narrow eyes, which often made Song Ling feel that this Alpha was a fox in his past life.
To be honest, this male fox is quite handsome. If Luo Wenchuan saw him, he'd probably be jealous for a long time.
Just thinking about Luo Wenchuan's red eyes made Song Ling's lips curl into a smile.
This kid is great in every other way, but he's too prone to anxiety and insecurity. If he comes home late, he'll feel like he's about to be abandoned.
"What good thoughts are you having?" Su Yuan couldn't help but ask when he saw the smile on Song Ling's face.
Song Ling shook her head and didn't say anything. Zhou Yinan ate her late-night snack and sighed, "Is that even a question? I miss Luo Wenchuan."
"Luo Wenchuan?" Su Yuan glanced at him, sat down next to Song Ling's bed, and asked him, "Song Ling, do you think I'm prettier, or is Luo Wenchuan prettier?"
"How can you compare them? You're an Alpha, why would you need to compare yourself to a little Omega?"
Song Ling wouldn't answer such a question. Su Yuan was a true beauty, and Luo Wenchuan was his darling; neither of them was lacking.
“Why can’t we compare?” Su Yuan lowered his gaze and asked him, “You people just like people like Luo Wenchuan, right? He can’t lift a finger or do anything, I don’t know what’s so good about him.”
Hearing Su Yuan say this, Zhou Yinan couldn't help but explain, "Xiao Luo is not that kind of person. She takes care of a lot of things inside and outside the house. She does everything from washing clothes to cooking. She is very virtuous."
To be honest, Zhou Yinan doesn't dislike a partner like Luo Wenchuan. Few men would dislike a partner who is both gentle and obedient.
They've only just started dating. If they get married in the future, wouldn't they be so happy?
"He even washes Song Ling's clothes?" Su Yuan glanced at Song Ling and suddenly smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Yinan asked.
"It's nothing, this guy is quite interesting."
Luo Wenchuan's grades were consistently third in the recommended admission class, a steady and methodical performance, almost as if he had planned it all out. It was quite amusing that the third-ranked student in the year was washing Song Ling's clothes.
Su Yuan stopped joking with Song Ling and got up to lie on his bunk.
Male Alpha dormitories do not have private bathrooms; washing and grooming are all done in the communal bathroom.
The first thing Song Ling did after washing up and lying in bed was to open her terminal to see if Luo Wenchuan had sent her any messages.
The password had just been cracked when Luo Wenchuan's message arrived.
[Luo Baobei: Brother Ling, I've finished washing up and am already in bed.]
In addition to the message, there was also a photo of someone brushing their teeth.
Luo Wenchuan held a toothbrush in his mouth, a little toothpaste falling onto the corner of his lips, and some more, along with water droplets, trickling down his slightly open collar and disappearing into the shadows.
Looking at the person in the photo, Song Ling suddenly felt a strong urge to touch and hug them.
Having lived together for so many days, Song Ling had basically slept with Luo Wenchuan as her human-shaped body pillow. Although they had slept separately later, at least they were in the same house and could hear each other's movements. Now, with no one in her arms and no breathing in her ear, she felt quite unaccustomed to it.
Song Ling turned over and started sending messages to Luo Wenchuan.
[Song Ling: Aren't you asleep yet?]
[Luo Baobei: Can't sleep]
Luo Wenchuan replied quickly; this person was probably waiting in front of the terminal.
[Song Ling: Are you afraid of the dark in the dorm too?]
[Luo Baobei: No]
[Luo Baobei: I miss you so much, Brother Ling]
I miss you so much.
Just four words made Song Ling's heart skip a beat, and he now had an urge to go downstairs and see Luo Wenchuan immediately.
Does he already like this person a lot?
This little rabbit looks pitiful and wronged every day.
Thinking of this, Song Ling changed the comment on Luo Wenchuan's terminal code to "Little Rabbit".
[Little Rabbit: Brother Ling, are you asleep? Am I being too noisy?]
[Song Ling: No, me too.]
[Little Rabbit: What is it...?]
Song Ling: I'm thinking of you too.
Thinking back carefully, Luo Wenchuan spent most of his time listening to him. He was an extremely quiet person who rarely revealed his inner thoughts; he would often nod only after he had said ten sentences.
But it's precisely this kind of person who, when he's around, inexplicably makes you feel at ease.
The terminal showed that it was past eleven o'clock. Song Ling stopped sending messages to Luo Wenchuan and just told him to go to sleep early.
If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day and night?
As he closed his eyes, a thought suddenly popped into Song Ling's mind. He suddenly felt like a pedantic scholar, but he couldn't help but smile.