Song Ling waited quietly until the child placed the silver key into his palm.
Neither of them turned on the living room lights; they went straight to the bedroom.
Song Ling placed the person by the bedside and paused slightly when she turned on the light.
Luo Wenchuan has a slight obsession with cleanliness and likes things to be neat and tidy. Whenever he leaves the bed, he even folds the blankets neatly and puts them in the closet. But this time, on that tidy bed, Song Ling saw two pieces of her own clothing scattered messily on it.
He saw Luo Wenchuan's face turn noticeably red, and he seemed quite embarrassed.
What are you doing taking my clothes?
Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed and asked in a low voice.
Luo Wenchuan took a step back, but Song Ling grabbed his wrist, leaving him nowhere to retreat.
"I can smell your scent up there."
Luo Wenchuan said something in a low voice, his two long legs pressed together uneasily.
Upon hearing this, a strange light flickered in Song Ling's eyes. Remembering that the little rabbit's sense of smell wasn't very good, Song Ling deliberately moved closer, leaning down to ask, "Have you used it for anything naughty?"
Did you do anything wrong...?
Luo Wenchuan's pupils contracted, and he looked like a crab that had been soaked in wine and then steamed.
The Danxia landforms paint the skin, and the wine has a pleasant aroma.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Ling pretended to reach for the clothes behind him, saying, "If you don't tell me, I'll have to check them myself."
"Don't……"
Luo Wenchuan grabbed Song Ling's wrist, stopping him from moving.
Don't look.
His voice was soft, like a gentle admonition. His shy demeanor made Song Ling, as an elder, feel sorry for him and try to comfort and guide him.
Song Ling immediately withdrew her hand and said to him, "It's normal. Omegas need Alpha pheromones a lot when they are nearing differentiation. Don't feel guilty."
"Really?" Luo Wenchuan looked at him timidly as if he had done something wrong, then quickly lowered his head.
"Yes, besides wanting pheromones, you can tell me anything else you want, and I will try my best to satisfy you."
When Song Lingrou's soft, deep voice reached his ears, Luo Wenchuan's lowered eyebrows obscured the originally shimmering light.
Luo Wenchuan's lips curled slightly, a smile that was both subtle and trembling.
How to put it? Song Ling really did willingly walk into his trap.
He can't be blamed.
"I think--"
Before Luo Wenchuan could finish speaking, he saw Song Ling go out and bring a stool into the house.
He was holding a book and was about to sit down when he heard Luo Wenchuan say, "Don't sit there, okay?"
"Then, where should we sit?"
"Beside me."
Luo Wenchuan's eyes were pleading, as if he had made some outrageous request.
Song Ling understood, changed into a clean short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and went to bed.
He sat down against the headboard. After watching for a while, Luo Wenchuan simply snuggled into his arms again, sitting in front of Song Ling and letting the man hold him.
It's just like a clingy cat.
Song Ling placed the book on Luo Wenchuan's crossed legs and was about to begin a lecture.
"Omegas leak a lot of pheromones during differentiation, so it's best to find a safe, enclosed space at this time..."
When Song Ling's naturally polished voice reached his ears, Luo Wenchuan had no interest in listening to the lesson.
He looked down at the book in front of him, but his mind was no longer on it.
He was surrounded by the scent of peach blossoms, clearer and more alluring than usual. Unfortunately, his sense of smell was poor; even with highly compatible pheromones, he still felt unsatisfied.
If only I could try it...
Luo Wenchuan was in a state of shock, but Song Ling was still explaining things to him earnestly. This person could sense that his differentiation period was approaching, and he must also be able to smell the pheromones released by him.
With such a soft and fragrant body in his arms, how could he possibly remain unmoved?
Luo Wenchuan slid down a bit and simply lay down on the bed, resting his head on Luo Wenchuan's lap.
"Tired?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan hummed in agreement and said to him, "My eyes are a little sleepy. You can continue reading. I'm listening."
Song Ling helped him take off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, then continued reading the book in her hand.
Luo Wenchuan quietly felt his heartbeat and suddenly felt that time was passing rather slowly.
He doesn't want to listen to audiobooks; reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.
Thinking of this, Luo Wenchuan suddenly turned over and faced Song Ling.
While Song Ling's attention was still on the book, the rabbit's restless paws made Song Ling's voice pause for a moment.
Song Ling put down the book in her hand and looked at the innocent-looking person who had already done something bad.
"Little bunny, you haven't been very well-behaved today," Song Ling reminded him.
"What should we do then? Will there be any punishment?"
Luo Wenchuan's eyes drooped slightly, and his raised eyes were glistening with tears.
A note from the author:
#Children are genuinely innocent inside and out#
Thanks to "falling down leaves under the cherry tree" and "Hungry Turtle" for the landmines—
Thank you to "綝旻", "Ena——yuan", "柠檬和茶柠檬茶", "饿魔龟", "caesura", "wonsoon", "陶伊顿", "永爱简隋英", "流年未至，不忘夏辰", and "樱桃树下扑倒叶子" for providing the nutrient solution.
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Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Drinking poison to quench thirst
Yes, it will.
As Song Ling's voice reached his ears, Luo Wenchuan suddenly felt a surge of anticipation.
He looked at Song Ling for a long time, and then heard the man ask him, "What did you do with my clothes? Do it again."
"I……"
How can you look at this?
Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes, hiding his unease beneath his long eyelashes. In Song Ling's eyes, he was a pure white, and he didn't know what would happen if he did something like this in front of him.
Just thinking about such an unspeakable thing made Luo Wenchuan feel as if his heart had been burned by fire.
Enigma rarely gives his mark in order to avoid being bound by others, but the longer he spends with Song Ling, the more he wants to mark this person.
The pheromones in the air grew stronger, and the person resting their head on the lap became restless.
Song Ling could see that there was a pleading look in the little rabbit's eyes.
Omegas in the differentiation phase often behave this way, much like cats in heat.
"Tell me what you want to do."
Song Ling carefully comforted the person.
The period of differentiation would last a long time, and he wanted to do something to make Luo Wenchuan feel better.
Luo Wenchuan looked up at him, his bright eyes filled with both tears and mist. He raised his hand, gesturing for Song Ling to come closer.
As Song Ling leaned over, Luo Wenchuan whispered a few words in his ear.
The simple words made both of them blush.
"Do you usually make this with clothes?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan nodded slightly: "You blame me."
"No, do you like my pheromones?"
Song Ling felt a little uneasy when he asked the question. Luo Wenchuan was far too obedient; sometimes he even felt that Luo obeyed him because of his obedient nature, rather than because he liked him.
"like."
I love it so much that I wish I could immerse myself in it, letting myself be filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms from the inside out.
Reason told him that he couldn't be controlled by Song Ling's pheromones, but Song Ling's pheromones had already made him unable to resist falling for them.
I originally only intended to try it out briefly, but now I realize that trying it out briefly is the most painful thing.
He wanted Song Ling, thinking of all the days and nights he could only find solace in his clothes.
Pheromones can only linger on inanimate objects for a few days. As the peach blossom petals gradually faded from his clothes, he learned what it felt like to be consumed by something that gnawed at his very bones.
So this is what high compatibility is all about?
"Give me a hug."
Song Ling heard Luo Wenchuan suddenly say something. He looked down and found that the person resting on his lap had bloodshot eyes.
Song Ling felt a pang of sadness and pulled Luo Wenchuan into his arms. Luo Wenchuan leaned against him as if he had no bones.
"You can't... not want me." Luo Wenchuan's voice was full of grievance.