Now I think it would be good to wrap more white flowers around the neck.
She gently held the bouquet wrapping paper in her hand, imagining how Zuo Baixuan had just untied the hemp rope binding the bouquet, peeling it off layer by layer.
Next, peel back the wrapping paper one by one to reveal the original state of the bouquet, and then place it in a vase.
Thinking this, Luan Yenan had already crumpled the plastic sheet completely and held it tightly in his hand.
"You haven't left yet?" Zuo Baixuan asked, seeing that Luan Yenan was still there, but her tone wasn't surprised.
"I was afraid you'd faint if you soaked in the bath for too long, so I was ready to go in and save you at any time. Wasn't that why you didn't lock the door?" Luan Yenan said, throwing the wrapping paper into the trash can.
Zuo Baixuan tossed her hair.
She thought she would be annoyed for a long time when she went to take a bath.
But as soon as I lay down in the bathtub, I didn't know if it was the effect of the hot water or the effect of Luan Yennan interrupting me countless times throughout the night.
The time didn't drag on as I'd imagined.
She washed away her fatigue and aches and pains before coming out.
The remaining water droplets on Zuo Baixuan's hair splashed around, and the flower petals on the bedside table trembled.
"Now that you see I'm alright, aren't you leaving?"
Luan Yenan did not reply.
The moment he stood up, he reached out and put his arm around Zuo Baixuan's waist, and his lips were already lightly kissing her.
She touched smooth skin through the seam of her pajamas.
Soft panting sounds soon filled the room.
The process of unwrapping the bouquet was repeated once again.
However, the wrapping paper of the little white flower was not made of plastic, so it didn't make much noise even when it landed.
With her sharp thorns exposed, Zuo Baixuan bit Luan Yenan's lip.
Luan Yenan didn't pull away even as he was being gently bitten. He just slowed down his movements and, taking advantage of the lull, placed his hand on Zuo Baixuan's shoulder and whispered, "Let me help you relax."
"Is it really that relaxing?" Zuo Baixuan asked vaguely.
"That way we can get the Dalmatian tomorrow," Luan Yenan added.
This lame excuse immediately reminded Zuo Baixuan of the madness of last night, and her eyes were filled with a sense of indulgence and revenge.
I remember when I arrived at the office this morning, the two receptionists looked at me with strange expressions.
Not to mention when she met Jiang Lingdan, this best friend who was best at talking pointed at Zuo Baixuan's neck and said, "It seems your neighborhood is not very good. The mosquito control is not done well. It's almost winter and there are still mosquitoes."
Zuo Baixuan covered the hickey left by Luan Yenan and dragged all the group leaders to a meeting to escape a disaster.
Then I was interrupted again by that family's scoundrel behavior.
I only realized it now.
Zuo Baixuan bit Luan Yenan's lips even deeper.
Luan Yenan was fearless and willing to do so, but the way he helped Zuo Baixuan relax also changed.
She prides herself on being a professional massage therapist, capable of both tightening relaxed muscles and relaxing tense muscles.
Sure enough, Zuo Baixuan quickly gave in and loosened her grip.
Zuo Baixuan eventually lay on her side on the bed.
The mattress was hard and uncomfortable, so she rolled over and snuggled back into Luan Yenan's arms.
It's not the mattress that's comfortable, it's Luan Yenan.
"This is the last time." Zuo Baixuan's eyes regained a moment of clarity as she gave an agreement.
"Is this the last night?" Luan Yenan put it in a different way.
Zuo Baixuan did not respond because she was too exhausted to answer.
She was a little sleepy and her mind was half-distracted. She held Luan Yenan and looked up with her eyes half-open.
Then I saw honeysuckle blooming in a vase on the bedside table.
The two petals resemble two mandarin ducks, chasing and playing on the water.
Sometimes they separate, and sometimes they overlap again.
Even as the vase finally tipped over with a sudden movement, the two mandarin duck petals on the twin stem remained tightly intertwined.
In a daze, Zuo Baixuan seemed to understand the origin of this flower language.
A note from the author:
Other people's promises are meant to be kept; their promises are meant to be broken.
P.S.: My promise is also for... ahem, to keep!!! Still 9:65 QAQ, I'll be earlier tomorrow (admits mistake)
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Chapter 61
The next morning, when Luan Yenan opened his eyes, it was already bright daylight, but he woke up before Zuo Baixuan, which was quite unusual.
Last night, Zuo Baixuan was exhausted both mentally and physically.
She looked at the little white flower in her arms, her face flushed pink, she looked very pretty, but her brows were slightly furrowed with various thoughts.
Although I fell into a deep sleep after releasing all my energy, I still didn't sleep well because of my heavy worries, especially since I started dreaming again just before waking up.
Luan Yenan smoothed out Zuo Baixuan's brows with his fingertips.
She enjoyed the peace of the moment, but she couldn't help but think of Zuo Baixuan's notebook.
Everything happened suddenly yesterday, and was interrupted by his adoptive parents barging in, leaving Luan Yenan no time to think it through.
Looking back now, even though we've been together for so long and grown closer in both our actions and emotions, I still don't know what Zuo Baixuan is facing.
In the past, she thought it was fine to let the little white flower grow freely within her sight, but now, she wants to interfere. She can't tell if this is because she sincerely wants to be good to Zuo Baixuan or because she can't stand the desire to control.
However, Zuo Baixuan's unwillingness to say anything made her feel dissatisfied.
Even with that opportunity yesterday, Zuo Baixuan still refused to speak. Was she not trustworthy enough?
Luan Yenan pinched Zuo Baixuan's chin.
He kissed her lightly.
She can give herself anything she wants. Whether it's a company, connections, or even someone she wants to deal with or destroy.
Luan Yenan only regretted that the vague outline did not provide these details, leaving her at a loss.
But what if she investigates secretly?
Zuo Baixuan's eyelashes trembled, interrupting Luan Yenan's thoughts.
Luan Yenan's fingertips gently brushed across her eyelashes. Like two rows of brushes, thick yet soft, he couldn't get enough of playing with them.
Zuo Baixuan's eyelids fluttered, indicating that she was awake, but she did not open her eyes.
The way it unconsciously rolled its eyes meant it was probably thinking about whether or not to open them, or how to open them.
They went to bed early last night, but Luan Yenan couldn't remember when they fell asleep this time.
All I remember is that after the pleasant vanilla scent of Omega filled the entire room, my own aggressive vodka slightly overflowed.
Unfortunately, the effects of the fertile period did not reappear; instead, the restlessness was calmed down, and the person became unusually peaceful in the vanilla-scented environment.
Even now, some traces remain in the blankets.
She asked the doctor in detail what was going on with this unusual situation.
The doctor said he couldn't say for sure either. Even with the advancements in glandular science, there are still many mysteries surrounding it, second only to the human brain in complexity. It can't be determined by sight or sound alone. The test results should be the primary basis for diagnosis.
In this world, as humanity has developed to this point, the glands of most Alphas and Omegas develop normally, with a very low probability of pathological changes.
Because there are few lesion samples, the problems are difficult to treat effectively.
This is why it is difficult for countries to achieve major breakthroughs even with significant investment of funds and research efforts.
If someone makes a new discovery in glandular technology and develops a new targeted drug, it can help him achieve a meteoric rise in wealth.
Luan Yenan touched his glands, and he was still aware of them. The pheromones stored inside were also faintly reacting, but it was like a 2G environment without internet access, unable to connect to the information age.
Luan Yenan was lost in thought for a while, but saw that Zuo Baixuan still had her eyes closed and did not react.
She couldn't help but find it amusing. Had the little white flower pretended to be asleep and fallen asleep again?
But Zuo Baixuan's eyes were still moving under her eyelids, probably trying to judge the current time and Luan Yenan's condition.
Luan Yenan leaned closer to Zuo Baixuan and bit her cool earlobe as he spoke: "Are you planning to sleep a little longer, or get up? What are you planning to do if you're awake but don't open your eyes? Is lying down too comfortable?"
Zuo Baixuan's body began to twist unconsciously.
Luan Yenan curled her lips into a smile. This spot was a sensitive point, and it had been confirmed repeatedly. She pulled the person into her arms again, pinching her earlobe with one hand and gently stroking it with the other.
Zuo Baixuan opened her eyes, tears welling up in them, whether from sleepiness or something else, it was hard to tell.
After blinking a few times, her expression hardened with resentment, and she made up her mind to grab Luan Yennan's mischievous hand: "What time is it now?"
After asking, she realized that Luan Yenan wasn't a god and couldn't possibly know the time without checking his phone, so she tried to get up and look at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
With effort.
A feeling of even more soreness than yesterday surged up. Looking down at her skin exposed outside the blanket, the red spots were a testament to last night's events, making Zuo Baixuan kick Luan Yenan in embarrassment and annoyance.
However, he couldn't get any power in this kick, and was easily trapped, unable to move.
Luan Yenan's gaze slowly wandered over Zuo Baixuan.