"Don't be embarrassed, it's all normal." Song Ling put down her computer, lay down on the bed, looked up at him, and asked, "But your reaction is a bit over the top. You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"
"No……"
"Where's your boyfriend?" Song Ling asked again.
"No, no." Luo Wenchuan lowered his head, somewhat embarrassed.
"You didn't have any before, you must have been so pent up." Seeing how easily he blushed, Song Ling couldn't help but tease him: "How about I be your boyfriend?"
Luo Wenchuan was clearly taken aback. He stared at Song Ling for a long time without saying a word. Song Ling's words always surprised him.
Seeing that the person was getting nervous again, Song Ling turned over and lay on the bed, saying, "Just kidding, why are you so easily embarrassed? By the way, you transferred here midway, so you're only one year younger than me, right? You should have been assigned to classes too. What major did you choose when you were assigned to classes?"
"law……"
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Chapter 6 (2/2)
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"law?"
It's quite boring. Song Ling herself couldn't get into learning that stuff, but she admired the people who did.
"Do you want to be a lawyer?" Song Ling asked him;
"Sure, I just picked it randomly."
Luo Wenchuan is quite extraordinary for choosing such a powerful profession so casually.
"Go to sleep after you've finished showering. You can't stay up late on the weekend."
Seeing Luo Wenchuan standing blankly by the bed, Song Ling offered a reminder. He usually goes to bed at 10:30 on weekends and gets up at 5:00 in the morning to go for a run. This kind of schedule is not common for a young man like him; Zhou Yinan often says he has the schedule of an old man.
Song Ling sat up to make room for Luo Wenchuan, who obediently crawled into the blankets.
The two were covered by two blankets, separated by the Chu-Han Street. Song Ling looked down at the person whose back was to her and asked, "Do you have things to do tomorrow?"
After a few minutes, the person in the blanket finally spoke: "After finishing the group assignment, review it again."
The curriculum at Imperial High Schools is generally very demanding, with the last two years essentially dedicated to learning the theoretical knowledge required for university studies.
"Are you this busy even on Sundays? What tasks have you been assigned?"
Song Ling also had group assignments back then, but most of them could be completed at school, so she basically didn't need to bring them home.
Luo Wenchuan thought for a moment, then turned to look at Song Ling and said, "Find the information, compile it, and then write the speech."
Basically, I have to do everything except report.
"How many people are in your group?" Song Ling asked.
"Six of them, all my roommates."
"What others do."
"Help me find the information..."
Hearing him say that, Song Ling understood that these people were bullying an honest person. He looked down at the person buried in the pillow and sighed, "How can you be so easily bullied?"
“They…didn’t bully me.” Luo Wenchuan turned around to look at Song Ling, his words stammering as he tried to explain.
"Of course I do." Song Ling lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "If we were living together now, and I asked you to cook, do laundry, and clean, would you do it?"
Luo Wenchuan blinked twice at Song Ling's eyes and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Do it."
Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing. Luo Wenchuan really was destined to be bullied.
"Brother Ling, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, you're quite an interesting person." Song Ling smiled and glanced at Luo Wenchuan. That glance carried a unique charm of youth, clear and pure. Song Ling had stood in the sunlight for too long, always confident and flamboyant. He didn't realize how captivating his smile was.
Not only does he seduce Omegas, but he also seduces Enigams. Luo Wenchuan looked at the person in front of him, and his heart trembled at Song Ling's laughter.
Being bullied? Who's bullying whom is still uncertain. Her dark, bright eyes darted around, revealing her own little thoughts.
Song Ling glanced down at the terminal, then burrowed deeper into the blankets and lay down completely: "I'm not going to talk to you anymore, it's getting late, you should go to sleep."
Song Ling gently rubbed Luo Wenchuan's head with his uninjured hand. Soft hair slipped through his fingers, carrying the fresh scent of shower gel. He couldn't resist touching it a couple more times before turning his back and closing his eyes.
Luo Wenchuan quietly looked at Song Ling's back, his eyes thoughtful. He was an undifferentiated person, but he had reached the age where his heart was beginning to flutter with romantic feelings. Song Ling lying so casually and unguardedly beside him was really testing his willpower.
I usually fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow and sleep soundly until dawn without even dreaming, but today I slept unusually restlessly.
It rained today, and the wind was howling in my ears. In my dream, a cat crawled on my chest. It was soft and warm, and it made Song Ling sweat profusely.
When Song Ling opened his eyes, Luo Wenchuan, the cat, was lying in his arms. The person sleeping soundly under the night light, his delicate profile a beautiful picture.
He rarely reads bookish texts, but looking at Luo Wenchuan's face, he suddenly remembered the ancient Chinese phrase "as bright as the sun and moon entering one's bosom." The book hadn't lied to him after all.
Luo Wenchuan, such a handsome Omega, could be described as having the brilliance of the sun and moon. Song Ling looked at the person in his arms, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face.
I don't know how this person fell asleep, but somehow ended up sleeping in his bed.
Both of them were wearing pajamas on their upper bodies, with little fabric separating their legs. After being pressed together for a while, their legs became a little damp from the heat. The feeling of sleeping in each other's arms wasn't too bad, so Song Ling didn't push him away.
The arm that was being pressed down was a little numb. Song Ling tried to pull his arm out, but just as he was about to exert force, he saw the person in his arms frown and stopped moving.
This person really has him wrapped around their little finger.
A note from the author:
Song Ling: But he really looks like an omega!
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Susceptible period
At five o'clock the next day, Song Ling woke up, put on her training clothes in the dark, and ran a few kilometers with her injured arm.
After finishing her run, Song Ling stopped by a breakfast shop and bought some fresh meat wontons and steamed buns. The steamed buns were fresh out of the steamer at this time, making them the most delicious.
Song Ling was a regular customer at this steamed bun shop. The owner was very interested in Song Ling's studies, and when he heard that Song Ling had done well in his monthly exam last month, he specially packed two extra steamed buns for him.
"Boss, you're not losing money selling like this," Song Ling joked.
The shop owner handed him the steamed bun with a smile: "Study hard on your exams when you graduate. If you pass, my shop will be considered to have been patronized by a major general. From now on, I'll have to put up a sign that says 'Major General Steamed Buns,' and I'll sell your favorite pork rib filling."
"Thank you for your kind words."
Song Ling also hoped that day would come. Ever since that fleeting glimpse of him on screen when he was a child, he could never forget that dashing black uniform with silver buttons, and he knew that one day he would be able to wear it himself.
When Luo Wenchuan returned to his rented room, he had just woken up. The sleepy-eyed man was kneeling on the bed, rubbing his eyes, looking just like a cat that hadn't woken up yet.
"Brother Ling?"
Luo Wenchuan saw that Song Ling had woken up early, and a hint of guilt appeared in his hazy eyes.
"Get up and eat. I'm going to take a shower first."
Seeing his dazed look, Song Ling felt a sudden tenderness in her heart. Such a cute and delicate omega was truly someone she couldn't bear to wake up.
Song Ling put the wontons outside, took some clean clothes, and took off her training pants on the chair.
When running, training pants should fit snugly, outlining the well-proportioned muscles of the legs just right, making them appear long and slender yet powerful.
In the past, when Luo Wenchuan saw Alphas training in such clothes on the playground, he only thought they were showing off. But today, Song Ling's outfit seemed particularly suitable.
.
Taking a shower takes a little longer than usual, and with her injured arm, she experiences severe pain while running. Song Ling plans to stop her morning runs for a few days until she's fully recovered.
When he came out of the shower, Luo Wenchuan had already poured the wontons into a bowl and was sitting at the dining table waiting for him.
The man was wearing a white shirt. Although the shirt looked a bit old, it was very clean and had a faint scent of laundry detergent.
The saying "If you want to look pretty, wear mourning clothes" applies to girls, and it's also quite fitting for Luo Wenchuan.
"Waiting for me?" Song Ling glanced at the untouched wontons in Luo Wenchuan's bowl, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite him.
This person is overly polite; he's always so careful in everything he does. If he had come out a little later, the food would have gotten cold.
Luo Wenchuan said, "Today, I... I overslept."
"You don't have anything planned for Saturday, so you can sleep in a bit. If it were Zhou Yinan, she might not be sleeping until this late."
Song Ling picked up a spoon, took a wonton, and had just taken a bite when the terminal received a call request from "Ms. Song".
Song Ling pressed the speaker button, and Ms. Song's icy voice, capable of instantly lowering the temperature in the summer, came out.
"Song Ling, this shows that your account spent 1,000 yuan at the hospital yesterday."
"I bumped my arm while playing basketball and had a few tests done."
"Are you sure it's for playing ball?"
"I never fight."
Song Ling looked up at Luo Wenchuan, whose hand holding the spoon paused slightly. This guy really knows how to lie without batting an eye.
"You'd better not have been in a fight, or I'll—"
"I understand that my account will be frozen. Don't worry, I will keep my promise."
"That would be best."
Ms. Song hung up the phone decisively, and Song Ling put the terminal aside and continued eating the wontons in her bowl.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling for a long time, then lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
This person always looks aggrieved.