"Stop reading, Wen Chuan."
Song Ling wanted to stop Luo Wenchuan from publicly executing him, and just as he was about to go over, Luo Wenchuan's gaze suddenly fell on him.
"Brother Ling, who do you want to use it with?"
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Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Who's in charge between them?
Luo Wenchuan's face remained expressionless, and the more indifferent he was, the more uneasy Song Ling felt.
This question is impossible to answer. Saying it's used with Luo Wenchuan seems disrespectful, and saying it's used with someone else is even more inappropriate.
No, he didn't buy this.
"Honey, this was given to me by the school doctor. I just put it in my training bag."
Since I can't think of an excuse, it's better to tell the truth.
"School doctor?"
Luo Wenchuan glanced at Song Ling, and then, without knowing where his finger touched, the little cloud suddenly activated, and a buzzing sound suddenly filled the quiet room.
Song Ling: It's over, there's no way to explain this now.
Song Ling was only wearing a bath towel, and her white breasts were completely exposed to Luo Wenchuan's eyes. The water droplets that hadn't been dried traced down her collarbone, across her well-proportioned muscles and V-line, before falling into the area covered by the bath towel.
It seems like something's bound to happen.
Song Ling felt ashamed under Luo Wenchuan's scrutinizing gaze. Suddenly, he heard a very low voice in his ear.
"Sure."
Yes, what's possible?
Song Ling looked up and saw a gentle smile in Luo Wenchuan's eyes. He was like snow, pure and beautiful, untouched by the world.
Song Ling's face flushed slightly; it probably wasn't what he thought.
"Wen Chuan, I..."
Just as Song Ling was about to speak, a sound suddenly came from next door.
Judging from the noise, it seemed to be two men. One didn't speak, but only made some muffled groans, while the other was calling out things like "baby".
The creaking sound reached people's ears, and they knew what was happening without even thinking;
Song Ling's face turned bright red. When she remembered that he had called Luo Wenchuan that same thing earlier, she felt like jumping off a building.
A lifetime should pass by very quickly.
Seeing that Song Ling's face had turned red from her ears to her neck, Luo Wenchuan didn't continue the topic. He fumbled around on the pink cloud for a while, but couldn't find the switch.
The bed was white, Luo Wenchuan's shirt was white, but Song Ling's mind was a different color at this moment.
"Brother Ling, I can't turn this off. You can do it. I'm going to take a shower."
Luo Wenchuan's eyes held a cryptic smile as he passed Song Ling, casually tucking the little cloud into Song Ling's waist.
The item wasn't placed securely, and it carefully slid down her waist into the bath towel, then rolled onto the floor.
A tingling, numbing sensation that goes straight to the bone.
After Luo Wenchuan went into the bathroom, Song Ling blushed as she picked up the things on the floor and turned off the power.
Her cheeks were burning, and the sound of running water from the bathroom and noises from next door made Song Ling feel a bit restless even in the 22°C air-conditioned room.
After Luo Wenchuan finished showering, Song Ling was already in bed. It was a single bed in a standard room, and Song Ling was sleeping soundly by herself.
Luo Wenchuan looked at the person with his back to him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He didn't know how long Song Ling could endure it; perhaps a long time, perhaps soon.
When faced with difficulties, Song Ling would pretend to be asleep. With her eyes closed, she wrapped herself up in the blanket like a silkworm cocoon.
He heard Luo Wenchuan turn off the main light and then pack his things under the nightlight. His movements were so quiet that they were practically silent compared to the noise from next door.
But Song Ling still couldn't sleep; a faint cherry scent wafted into her nostrils.
The cool sweetness tickles the heart.
Is this Luo Wenchuan's scent? Is it the shower gel, or...?
Luo Wenchuan hasn't differentiated yet, so he shouldn't have the scent of pheromones.
Song Ling heard Luo Wenchuan pull back the covers and lie down. After a while, once she was sure he was asleep, Song Ling turned over and glanced in Luo Wenchuan's direction.
The child was facing away from him, nestled in the blankets, his fair neck exposed, appearing exceptionally long in the dim light.
Looking at Luo Wenchuan's neck, Song Ling suddenly felt an urge to bite him.
Once the idea came to mind, I couldn't resist the urge to put it into practice.
He wanted to put his arm around Luo Wenchuan's waist and then kiss him on the neck.
"Wen Chuan..."
Song Ling called out softly, but there was no response from Luo Wenchuan; only his steady breathing answered him.
The commotion next door grew louder and louder. Looking at Luo Wenchuan sleeping soundly, Song Ling suddenly felt a strong sense of loss.
The stronger the feeling, the more aggrieved I feel inside.
Song Ling pulled the blanket in his arms tighter, gathering it all over his chest, but he still couldn't fill the empty space. He felt like something was missing in his arms, and this was the first time he had ever wanted to hold someone so tightly.
Is it because of Alpha's instinct, or because of liking?
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The next day, as soon as Song Ling stepped outside, she saw the culprit behind the noise from next door the day before.
"It's you?"
It was actually Wei Yu.
When Wei Yu saw Song Ling, he was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, he looked up and saw Luo Wenchuan behind Song Ling.
Why is this person here? Did they sleep together last night?
Who's in charge?
"Brother Wei, you worked so hard yesterday, do you still have the energy today?" Song Ling teased.
"I have plenty of energy; beating you is more than enough."
While answering Song Ling's question, Wei Yu's gaze fell on Luo Wenchuan. If he remembered correctly, it was this man who carried Song Ling home the day he passed out drunk.
Thinking of this, Wei Yu couldn't help but smile.
Appearances can be deceiving, no wonder Song Ling rejected Jiang Hanzhou before, turns out she likes this type.
"Xiao Song, won't it hurt too much for him like this?"
"What?"
Seeing that Song Ling didn't react, Wei Yu stopped teasing him, chuckled twice, and walked towards the elevator.
Luo Wenchuan watched Wei Yu's retreating figure, his eyes growing colder.
"Brother Ling, don't let him affect your mood."
Luo Wenchuan's voice was gentle, and even in the sticky summer, it could soothe a restless heart.
"He has at least brought honor to the school, so I don't need to be angry with him."
When Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan's calm face, his anger subsided. There are all sorts of people in this world; he only needed to remember what the people he cared about had said.
As soon as the two reached the elevator, Luo Wenchuan suddenly stopped and said, "Brother Ling, you go ahead and get ready. I forgot something."
"I'm waiting for you."
"Time's almost up, you can go ahead now."
When Luo Wenchuan's deep, watery eyes met Song Ling's, Song Ling inexplicably agreed.
He was always reluctant to refuse Luo Wenchuan's requests, as if he were trying to make up for the child's tragic past.
Luo Wenchuan walked towards their room, but when he reached the door, he went to the next room and knocked on the door.
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This year's marathon had about ten schools participating, with each school having three to four slots.
The original list of students from Songxian No. 1 Middle School participating in the competition was Sun Yining, Wei Yu, Song Ling, and Jiang Hanzhou. However, Jiang Hanzhou took leave, leaving the spot vacant.
While preparing, Song Ling casually asked Sun Yining, "Squad leader, why didn't Jiang Hanzhou come?"
If I remember correctly, this person quite likes to show off.
Sun Yining glanced at Song Ling, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "You don't know?"
"Of course I don't know."
When Sun Yining heard Song Ling's words slip out, he remained silent for a moment. His gaze fell on the street, and he began to wonder if Song Ling was pretending to be confused or if he was truly oblivious to what was happening around him.
"I heard his father came by and has been disciplining him these past few days."
"Education? What kind of education is this that would require President Jiang to personally come all the way from the capital?"
"I don't know the specifics, but I guess his dad found out about something and wasn't happy about it. It's such a coincidence that someone else found out about it."
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