"Brother Ling, have some noodles."
Luo Wenchuan carried the bowl to the dining room with a smile, then looked at Song Ling with anticipation.
How could such a sincere and earnest look appear on the face of a liar?
Song Ling didn't sit down, but instead took an unopened jar of chili sauce from the refrigerator and placed it in front of Luo Wenchuan.
"Brother Ling?"
"Open."
"Brother Ling, this is too tight, I..."
"Can't you turn it?" Song Ling questioned.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes drooped, and the smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only disappointment. He looked like a carefully woven spider web that had finally been torn apart by the wind and rain.
His slender fingers landed on the metal lid, and in a split second the jar was opened, effortlessly, as if he were picking up a feather.
"Brother Ling, would you like to eat this?"
Luo Wenchuan pushed the jar in front of him.
"When was it discovered?"
"Brother Ling."
“Answer me.”
Luo Wenchuan bit his lip and said in a low voice, "I felt something was off on the day of the differentiation."
Why didn't you tell me?
"I'm scared. I'm afraid you'll leave me."
Luo Wenchuan's eyes always turned red very easily, like the softest and most precious silk gauze, unable to withstand the slightest stimulation. Just like him, they seemed as if they would shatter at the slightest touch.
“I’m afraid you’ll think I’m lying to you, but I really’m not. Brother Ling, from the day I was born, my father abandoned me because of a problem with my glands. My mother raised me, but then one day, I lost my mother and had to stay at my uncle’s house. My uncle said I was a burden, everyone thought I was a burden, but you said you liked me. How could I dare to tell you?”
Luo Wenchuan lowered his head, like a puppy that had been abandoned.
These words were like countless tiny thorns piercing one's heart, causing unbearable heartache yet also a strange sense of unease.
Luo Wenchuan is an Enigma, and when that sentence comes out of an Enigma's mouth, it takes on a completely different meaning.
"Ling-ge likes Omegas, right? The kind that deserve to be protected. It's a pity I'm not one..."
Song Ling could tell that Luo Wenchuan's body was trembling slightly.
When Song Ling learned that Zhou Yinan had changed from an A to an O, she was shocked. But when she learned that Luo Wenchuan was an E, she felt a little more apprehensive.
Was this person deliberately getting close, or did he genuinely claim to be completely unaware of his Enigma identity?
"If Brother Ling doesn't like it, I'd better leave."
Luo Wenchuan stood up and walked towards the entrance. His back looked particularly thin under his loose shirt, like a puppet that had lost its support and been stripped of its soul, ready to collapse at any moment.
"Come back and sit down."
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan looked back at the people sitting in the restaurant with some disbelief.
Song Ling lowered her gaze and said only, "You've marked me, and you think you can just walk away like that? Come back, eat your meal, and then go change the sheets."
"good."
Luo Wenchuan immediately sat down and began to eat.
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Song Ling sat alone in the kitchen for a long time, her mind a jumbled mess, unable to sort out her thoughts.
It wasn't until Luo Wenchuan cleaned up the restaurant and changed the sheets that he realized the child had been carrying dirty sheets to the balcony for quite some time.
Song Ling got up and went to find someone. As soon as she entered the balcony, she saw Luo Wenchuan staring blankly at a corner of a bed sheet.
"What are you doing? Why don't you put it in? See if you can clean the sheets?" Song Ling suddenly said.
Luo Wenchuan looked up, his clear eyes meeting his: "This one smells like peach blossoms."
It tastes like peach blossoms.
Song Ling's mind suddenly went blank. Then she stepped forward, snatched the bed sheet from Luo Wenchuan's hand, and stuffed it into the washing machine.
Luo Wenchuan looked blankly at her, then realized what he had lost, and a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes.
What do you think about every day?
Song Ling really wanted to open Luo Wenchuan's head and see how these circuits were connected.
"I like Brother Ling, I like your pheromones."
Luo Wenchuan spoke very bluntly, his gaze lowered as he secretly glanced towards the washing machine.
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's unwilling look, Song Ling was afraid that Luo Wenchuan would take out the bed sheet again, so she simply dragged him out onto the balcony.
"The sheets are dirty."
"It's not dirty."
Song Ling: This little rascal is quite stubborn.
Song Ling glanced at the dejected man and asked, "If I don't take care of you, what are you going to do with those bed sheets?"
Luo Wenchuan lowered his head and whispered, "Hide it."
"Then what?"
Then.
Luo Wenchuan raised his head, leaned closer, and whispered something in Song Ling's ear.
Song Ling didn't say anything on the surface, but she was inwardly mortified by those words.
"You like my pheromones that much?" Song Ling asked him.
Luo Wenchuan nodded and said seriously, "The book says that the place with the highest concentration of pheromones, besides the glands in the neck, is only..."
"Alright, let's stop here."
This kid must be bookworm; he dares to blurt out anything.
A note from the author:
Luo Wenchuan (crying): You made me mark you;
Song Ling: I'm updating earlier today, but from now on it will still be 9 PM;
Thanks to "ZvemiH9." for the landmine!
Thank you to "幽鮟", "1nits", and "奶甜云朵吖" for watering with nutrient solution.
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Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Hold it in your mouth, don't try to bite me.
"I'm right here, why are you hiding things?"
There was a hint of helpless smile in his words, a doting affection that Song Ling himself didn't even realize.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes lit up, and he threw himself into his arms again: "Brother Ling, you won't abandon me, right?"
"Are you afraid of being abandoned?" Song Ling asked.
This guy used to be an Omega with a gland defect, so it's one thing to be insecure, but why is he scared now? If he were an Enigma, he would have already run around spreading the word and letting the whole world know that he's a rare breed.
"I'm not afraid of being abandoned, I'm only afraid that you'll ignore me."
Luo Wenchuan raised his head, his large, watery eyes meeting Song Ling's.
Song Ling felt a chill run down her spine under this person's gaze, but she hadn't forgotten that this person wasn't an Omega but an Enigma.
This brat pretends to be innocent and naive, but he's already marked him. He might not be a good person at all.
"Sweetie, go and tidy up the room where Wei Yu was locked up before."
"good."
Upon receiving the order, Luo Wenchuan went there immediately.
Song Ling went back to her room and found the terminal under the bed. She discovered several call requests from Assistant Wang and Shen Yueran.
His throat was so dry that he had no desire to talk to anyone anymore, so he only replied to a few messages.
In the message history, Luo Wenchuan was still saved as "Little Rabbit". After thinking for a moment, Song Ling changed "Little Rabbit" to "Little Rascal".
When Song Ling went to another room, Luo Wenchuan was already standing at the door waiting for him to inspect it.
The child's eyes gleamed, waiting to be patted on the head. It must be said, aside from his lack of restraint in that area, Luo Wenchuan was truly excellent in every other aspect.
"It's very clean," Song Ling complimented.
"Is there a reward?" Luo Wenchuan asked.
Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan, curled her lips and said, "Yes, as a reward, you can sleep here tonight."
"Brother Ling..."
The disappointment in Luo Wenchuan's eyes was immediately apparent. He pulled Song Ling's wrist, but seeing Song Ling's expression darken, he had no choice but to let go.
"Brother Ling, I don't want to sleep alone, I can't sleep."
"If you can't sleep, just lie down. Lying down is a form of rest too," Song Ling said, then turned and left.
Luo Wenchuan stood alone in the room, his face very somber.