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Chapter 25
Chapter 25
The little rabbit bites.
This feeling was something I had never experienced before.
It doesn't hurt; you could even say it itches, like being electrocuted.
"Can't."
Song Ling moved her fingers to Luo Wenchuan's lips; her slightly damp fingertips still retained the sensation from the previous touch.
Soft lips and tongue, sharp teeth.
Song Ling looked at the person in front of her, her fingertip unconsciously touching Luo Wenchuan's flushed cheek.
It feels great to the touch.
"Why, can't I?"
Luo Wenchuan looked extremely frustrated, like a puppy that wanted to be patted on the head but received no response.
"It's very dangerous."
Song Ling's voice was deep. This unconscious yet provocative behavior could easily cause the other person's rationality to crumble. Song Ling didn't think the frail person in front of her could withstand her loss of control.
"But... what if I wanted it?"
I want it.
The hand that was about to touch the rabbit's face froze. A glint flashed in Song Ling's eyes. At that moment, his mind went blank.
The person was frozen in place when suddenly the entire room went dark.
The power is out.
A commotion came from outside the room. In the darkness, Song Ling felt a warm rabbit snuggle into her chest.
"Wen Chuan..."
"Let me give it a try, Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan spoke softly, his hand resting on the belt around his shirt waist. Rather than waiting for Song Ling to finish his internal struggle, he decided to take the initiative.
Taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
After losing her vision, Song Ling's eyes eventually lost focus.
After sensing the change in Song Ling, Luo Wenchuan suddenly understood how wonderful it felt to control someone.
When the lights came on again, Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan raise his hand and lick his fingertips.
"Brother Ling, yes, it's peach flavored."
As soon as Luo Wenchuan finished speaking, Song Ling's exposed skin outside her shirt turned completely red.
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Meeting is difficult, parting is even more difficult.
Ancient verses are short, yet most concise. Luo Wenchuan never imagined that such sentimental poems would one day become a reflection of him and Song Ling.
Beicheng University is some kind of exploitative place; even during his long holidays, Song Ling was sent out on missions. To prevent his terminal from being tracked, he couldn't use his personal terminal during missions.
Luo Wenchuan originally planned to visit Beicheng during the Chinese New Year, but after this person sent a message before going on a mission, he didn't reply for several days.
After graduating, Song Ling left the rented apartment to Luo Wenchuan.
On New Year's Eve, Luo Wenchuan lay in bed, quietly staring at the ceiling.
The chandelier in the room didn't quite match the overall decor. It was a light bulb that Song Ling had casually bought downstairs and personally climbed up the ladder to change.
Luo Wenchuan still remembered when he helped Song Ling hold the ladder, he looked up and saw a small part of her slender waist peeking out. That waist, firm and toned from long-term training, seemed perfect for wrapping around someone's arms, and also suitable for performing some difficult moves.
Song Ling truly deserves his status as a top-tier Alpha.
The terminal sent a message reminder that 11:00 AM was the time when the college entrance examination results would be released.
Luo Wenchuan didn't look at the terminal. He was always confident and would never fall short of his goal in the slightest.
This time, his outstanding achievements will surely be seen by that person.
Luo Wenchuan's original choice was the University of Political Science and Law in Quecheng, but after struggling for several days when it came time to fill out the application, he ended up applying to a university in Beicheng, which was only a forty-minute drive away from Song Ling's university.
The original plan was to use Song Ling's pheromones to differentiate and then make a clean getaway.
But things seem to have spiraled out of control now.
The coat that Song Ling had casually draped over him when he said goodbye was right next to him.
The coat, which originally still retained some pheromones, has completely turned into an ordinary piece of clothing over time.
Luo Wenchuan rubbed his head, seemingly trying his best to restrain something, and the result of his restraint was obvious.
There were no results.
His well-defined hands pulled his clothes down to his nose and brushed against his thin lips.
He longed to recall the touch of her palm in the restaurant that day, yet was extremely reluctant. A moment later, a bright color appeared in his originally moist eyes.
Half an hour after taking the medicine, Luo Wenchuan's brain finally stopped thinking.
He didn't sleep well that night; to be precise, he had never had a full night's sleep before meeting Song Ling.
Most people who can sleep soundly are free from worry. His identity, however, means he cannot sleep soundly; without medication, he could stay awake all night.
In my dream, a heavy autumn rain slanted under my umbrella, soaking my clothes.
The rain is cold, and my heart is even colder.
The woman holding him tripped and fell in front of the office building because she was running too fast.
"Wen Chuan, Wen Chuan, are you alright?"
The woman pulled the child from the rain and touched his forehead. Her eyes, a mixture of anxiety and despair, surged like the thick, dark clouds in the sky.
A guard saw the woman lying in front of the door and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes, but he could only step forward and drive her away: "Go, hide under the bridge."
He pointed to the arched bridge nearly a hundred meters away, afraid that he might regret it.
"Please, let me see him. Wen Chuan is his child."
The guard was in a dilemma and was about to kick the person out when a man in a dark suit walked out of the office building.
Unlike the woman soaked to the bone, the man's top-notch aura and his suit of unknown value made it seem as if the two were from completely different worlds.
"Luo Huaishan, you can abandon me, but you can't abandon your son."
The woman's voice was more sorrowful than hateful; her eyes were red, and a hideous scar marked her long, fair neck. Omegas whose marks had been removed were always left with such a horrific mark on their necks.
The man's cold gaze swept over the mother and son, and he said coldly, "Jiang Ran, I've told you, you can come back if you leave him. Why do you always disobey me?"
"He is also your child."
“The Luo family will not tolerate the existence of a useless person. He is not my child. Leave him in the south of the city. There are many infertile Betas there. He looks a lot like you. Someone will take him in.”
The man leaned down and placed one hand on the woman's face.
"Luo Huaishan, he is only five years old."
"Jiang Ran, you are not even thirty years old yet, and you will have a second child. You are a rare top-tier Omega, and your good fortune is yet to come."
With a sharp "slap," a cold, stern face fell. A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, as if he was wondering why the Omega, who usually obeyed him in everything, would repeatedly defy his wishes for the sake of a disabled child.
You'll regret this.
The woman looked at Luo Huaishan, her eyes blazing red.
"I'm waiting for that day."
The man gave a cold snort, and the next second he raised his hand, and the guards dragged the man out.
The icy rain, mixed with the wind, whipped against his face and into the eyes of the five-year-old child. He nestled in the woman's arms, drawing in the last bit of warmth.
A gust of cold wind swept over him, and Luo Wenchuan suddenly woke up to find that it was raining outside the window.
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The winter rain was unusual, biting cold.
The terminal displays the time as 3:00 AM.
If Song Ling were here, she would definitely pat his head and pull him into her arms. Luo Wenchuan sat up, staring blankly at the window that had been left open.
Around five o'clock, Luo Wenchuan opened his terminal and sent Song Ling a message saying "Happy New Year".
There's still no reply. Is Song Ling still on a mission?
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Spending time alone is boring and mechanical.
After finishing his work and taking his final graduation exam, he also ushered in his own graduation season.
As an outstanding representative of the graduates, Luo Wenchuan was required to deliver his speech in the auditorium.