"No, I will always be with you."
Song Ling liked him; she liked this seemingly gentle but actually resilient little rabbit.
"You can't be with other Omegas."
"good."
"Alpha won't work either."
"I promise you everything."
Song Ling couldn't help but chuckle; the child looked both adorable and pitiful in this state.
After an unknown amount of time, the person in Song Ling's arms calmed down considerably. When Song Ling looked again, Luo Wenchuan had already fallen asleep.
Song Ling tried to let go of the person in her arms to get her pajamas, but Luo Wenchuan held her tightly and she couldn't move.
This little rabbit is quite strong.
Helpless, she could only hold him in her clothes and spend the night like that.
.
When Luo Wenchuan woke up, the two were embracing each other.
What woke him up was not his biological clock, nor the sun, but the rich peach blossom scent emanating from Song Ling.
This was a feeling he had never experienced before. The novelty and stimulation of the pheromones flowing freely through his respiratory tract and directly to his sensory center filled him with ecstasy.
From today onwards, he is a fully differentiated Enigm.
Luo Wenchuan moved closer, greedily inhaling the peach blossom scent emanating from Song Ling.
His once clear gaze gradually turned greedy. He pulled Song Ling closer with one hand and placed the other hand on Song Ling's lips.
"You're awake."
Song Ling opened her eyes, her delicate features filled with drowsiness.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling too weak?"
Omega differentiation requires a lot of physical strength; this kid must be exhausted by now.
"fine."
It was more than just okay; he couldn't describe the feeling of being full of energy.
"Are you hungry? I'll go cook."
"Can Brother Ling cook?"
He was indeed a bit hungry at the moment. He wondered what kind of food Song Ling, who never lifted a finger to cook, could possibly make.
"Give it a try, it'll surely make you a bowl of noodles."
In other words, cooking the noodles isn't too difficult.
Just as Song Ling was about to get up, she noticed that Luo Wenchuan's hand was still tightly wrapped around her waist.
"Honey, I'm going to wash up first."
Song Ling said something, and when she realized that the man was just looking at her without making any move, she kissed him on the forehead.
With the lingering scent of wine on his lips, Song Ling silently licked the corner of his mouth.
"good."
Luo Wenchuan then released him.
Song Ling took a quick shower and then went to the kitchen.
After Song Ling left the bedroom, Luo Wenchuan got up, took a clean set of clothes from the closet, and went to take a shower.
The person was stunned the moment they entered the bathroom.
The mist and peach blossom scent mingled together, wafting towards you, enveloping you, and penetrating into every pore.
Countless times I've been with Song Ling before, but never have I felt such a fatal and clear temptation. Now, standing alone in the place where Song Ling once was, every breath I take is an extraordinary test of my willpower.
Luo Wenchuan closed the door behind him, leaned his back against it, and quietly savored the fragrance of peach blossoms in the mist.
Like rain pattering on a peach orchard on a long summer night, the misty drops falling on your lips feel like someone is kissing you, trying to hold you back.
Luo Wenchuan's planned shower lasted an hour, until the bathroom, filled with the scent of peach blossoms, became indistinguishable from the strong liquor, before he left satisfied.
The person in the kitchen had just finished cooking a pot of noodles and was turning off the heat when they suddenly felt someone come up behind them.
Luo Wenchuan rested his chin on Song Ling's shoulder and put his hand on Song Ling's slender waist.
I'm hungry.
"Um……"
Luo Wenchuan's voice was soft and moist, like it was filled with water mist. He buried his nose in Song Ling's neck, inhaling the pheromones emanating from this Alpha.
That's not enough. It would be better if Song Ling were in her most vulnerable period.
The thought that highly compatible pheromones should be able to trigger an Alpha's fertile period came to mind, Luo Wenchuan thought to himself, and began to release his own pheromones without batting an eye.
His gaze fell on Song Ling's hand, which was holding a bowl of noodles, and a metal ring on her wrist caught his attention.
"What's this."
Luo Wenchuan's hand slid across Song Ling's wrist and quickly returned to her waist.
"Inhibition loop".
Suppression loop.
This person has to suppress their pheromones again.
Luo Wenchuan smirked, feeling rather displeased.
Song Ling cooked a bowl of noodles; a bright orange egg lay on the watery broth. The noodles tasted bland, not as appetizing as Song Ling herself.
The two separated for a while while eating, but after finishing their meal, Luo Wenchuan clung to him again.
While Song Ling was washing the dishes, the person behind him started to get restless.
Song Ling put down the bowl and slapped his hand away from her waistband: "Not now, this is considered daytime debauchery."
Luo Wenchuan withdrew his claws and rested his chin on Song Ling's shoulder as usual. His drooping eyes could see Song Ling's muscular chest through his collar.
Song Ling has a great figure, which is the result of real training on the field. She is beautiful, toned, and not exaggerated.
Not only does it look good, but it also feels wonderful to the touch.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Luo Wenchuan suddenly said.
Song Ling turned around and met Luo Wenchuan's innocent and clear eyes.
"Where are you going?" Song Ling asked him.
"Lie down, hug, bite—"
Before Luo Wenchuan could finish speaking, a piece of apple was stuffed into his mouth.
Is it sweet?
This kid suddenly started talking without restraint; who knows what he might say next?
Luo Wenchuan obediently hummed in agreement, feeling the touch of Song Ling's fingertips on his lips.
Song Ling seems to be surrounded by the scent of pheromones; she's so alluring.
"You cut it, I can't cut it."
Song Ling handed him the knife, and while Luo Wenchuan was still lost in thought, she turned and left the kitchen.
When the person in his arms suddenly disappeared, Luo Wenchuan's mood plummeted from heaven to earth.
A person cut the fruit and put it into a glass bowl before bringing it out.
Song Ling was sitting on the sofa, looking down at her e-reader.
Luo Wenchuan sat down next to him and handed him a grape.
Song Ling opened her mouth to bite it, but Luo Wenchuan did not let go of her fingers.
Song Ling looked at him, as if asking something. Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes, pushed the grape into his mouth, and snuggled into his arms.
"Why is a suppression ring necessary?"
Luo Wenchuan asked in a low voice, "He has already differentiated, so why is Song Ling still restraining herself?"
Song Ling chewed much slower.
From the moment he smelled that intoxicating aroma of alcohol, he knew that the two of them had a perfect pheromone match. If he didn't wear the suppression ring, he feared that if Luo Wenchuan's pheromones triggered his sensitive period, he might do something irreversible.
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Chapter 27 (2/2)
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Song Ling loved the rabbit in his arms, but he was even more afraid that the rabbit would get hurt. He had just come from the training field, but Luo Wenchuan would get sick even if the wind blew on him.
Luo Wenchuan couldn't handle it, and Song Ling was unwilling to take such a risk.
"Wen Chuan, you're still young."
"Brother Ling, I'm not young anymore."
Song Ling always used this phrase to brush him off, saying it before they differentiated and now that they have.
When exactly do we grow up?
Seeing that Song Ling didn't speak, Luo Wenchuan kept snuggling closer to him. He wasn't small anywhere, and he had to let Song Ling know that.
Song Ling looked at the anxious little rabbit in her arms, a helpless smile on her face.
Does this rabbit even realize it's walking into the tiger's mouth?
Song Ling's hand traced Luo Wenchuan's neck as he looked down at the person nestled in his arms. He was always the type to look down on others from a high vantage point, and the emotions in his eyes were rarely seen.