Seemingly sensing something, Luo Wenchuan lowered his head and said, "After I finished eating, I saw a few people dragging sacks out the back door, so I followed them. I recognized them; they were Brother Ling's shoes."
Song Ling was wearing a pair of running training shoes. Apart from physical education students, very few people usually wear training shoes.
"You suspect him?" Song Ling placed the juice on the table and glanced at Luo Wenchuan. Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes, looking like a frightened lop-eared rabbit under the warm light.
"I wouldn't dare," Zhou Yinan quickly denied.
Judging from Song Ling's tone, she seems to really like this little Omega. No wonder she rejected Jiang Hanzhou; it turns out she likes this type.
Song Ling sat down on the sofa, shoved the drink on the table into Luo Wenchuan's hand, and said, "Don't mind him, he's just talkative. Have a drink. Don't go back to school today, I'll take you back tomorrow."
Luo Wenchuan hummed in agreement and said nothing more.
After having something to eat that evening, Song Ling planned to share a room with Zhou Yinan, and give the other room to Luo Wenchuan. Just as she was about to grab her blanket and head over, Luo Wenchuan suddenly grabbed her clothes.
"Brother Ling, can you sleep in the same room as me?"
Since meeting Luo Wenchuan, I have never heard him make any requests.
"What's wrong?" Song Ling smoothed a stray strand of hair that was sticking up on Luo Wenchuan's head and asked, "Are you afraid of the dark?"
"Hmm..." Luo Wenchuan nodded, seemingly a little embarrassed. He whispered, "It's... embarrassing, isn't it?"
If it were anyone else nagging like this, Song Ling would have slapped them to stop being so dramatic. But Luo Wenchuan was different. He was good-looking and had a clear, melodious voice that made people want to pity him.
"It's not shameful, there's nothing shameful about it. If you're scared, I'll stay with you."
Song Ling put the blanket back and told Zhou Yinan to take care of her.
Zhou Yinan raised an eyebrow, giving him an "I understand" look.
The two slept in Song Ling's room. Song Ling's room had many Lego sets and some warship models. He had many hobbies, and building Lego sets was one of them.
Seeing that Luo Wenchuan was watching intently, Song Ling said to him, "I'm going to take a shower. If you're tired, you can go to sleep first."
"Mm." Luo Wenchuan nodded and obediently sat on the edge of the bed.
After entering the bathroom, Song Ling specifically looked in the mirror. Her head was throbbing badly, but she couldn't see it. There was a large bruise on her shoulder, and it hurt quite a bit. Those people didn't seem like students.
After a hurried shower, the person with a towel wrapped around their waist was about to leave when they suddenly remembered that Luo Wenchuan was an undifferentiated Omega. So they picked up the pajamas hanging to the side and put them on properly.
They are both men, and their physiological structures are not much different, but Luo Wenchuan is an Omega, so they still need to be careful.
Thinking of this, Song Ling took a suppressor patch from the washstand and applied it near the glands on his neck. His pheromones smelled of peach blossoms; the sweet and alluring scent didn't quite match the aura of a top-tier Alpha, but it was an extremely addictive and seductive fragrance.
Whether Omega or Alpha, it's hard to resist this scent. Normally, Alpha pheromones don't easily influence each other, with people who smell of peach being an exception.
When the person came out of the bathroom, their hair was still wet and stuck to their forehead.
Luo Wenchuan looked up and paused slightly when he saw Song Ling.
"You're still awake?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan nodded: "I can't sleep."
"Perfect timing, let me find some medicine to apply to you." Song Ling knelt on one knee and searched for a medicine box in the bedside cabinet.
The loose pajamas revealed a small portion of his fair and slender waist, and his straight legs swayed gently beneath his shorts, revealing the boy's figure.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze flickered slightly, and as Song Ling turned around, he turned his head to look at the bouquet made of Lego bricks on the side.
"Which one do you like?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan nodded without saying anything.
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Chapter 3
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“Little girls all like it.” After saying that, Song Ling realized that her statement was a bit off, so she added, “I like it too.”
Seeing that Luo Wenchuan's expression had softened somewhat, Song Ling sat cross-legged on the bed and took out some topical medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis from the box.
"Take off your glasses, let me put some medicine on them for you."
Luo Wenchuan nodded and took off his glasses. His already beautiful eyes became even more captivating without the glasses.
Song Ling wiped Luo Wenchuan's eyes, the thenar eminence brushed against his curled eyelashes, each stroke feeling like a gentle tickle on the heart.
"alright."
Finally, it's all over. Song Ling doesn't know why, after seeing so many beautiful Omegas, he has a special fondness for Luo Wenchuan. Even though he doesn't look effeminate, he's just so handsome that you can't help but want to touch his head.
"Are you an adult?" Song Ling asked, almost as if possessed.
Luo Wenchuan paused for a moment, then said, "I guess by age, but the differentiation period hasn't arrived yet..."
"Oh, I've heard that the higher the level of an Omega, the later they differentiate, and the same goes for Alphas. Don't worry about it," Song Ling comforted her.
Realizing what he had just asked, Song Ling's earlobes suddenly turned red. Why did he have to ask such a terrible question? Asking if the little Omega was an adult? What kind of behavior was that? It was so frivolous.
"Thank you, Brother Ling," Luo Wenchuan said, a faint smile on his face.
This child always reminds Song Ling of small animals.
"Go to sleep, you have an early class tomorrow." Song Ling said, then turned off the light, crawled into bed, and closed her eyes.
A small nightlight was lit by the bedside, and the two were separated by a dividing line.
The dim lighting made his originally gentle and submissive eyes appear exceptionally bright.
When his gaze fell on the star-shaped patch on Song Ling's neck, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Song Ling, this is a very special name.
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At six o'clock, Song Ling was awakened by the smell of fried eggs. Normally, she would grab a piece of bread and rush to the classroom for morning reading, but this was the first time she had smelled fried eggs before she was even fully awake.
When Song Ling opened her eyes, there was no one beside her, only the neatly folded quilt.
He put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom.
In the kitchen, a person wearing an apron is frying eggs.
The boy was wearing a summer school uniform, his long neck glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and the summer heat gave his fair skin a faint blush, making him exceptionally alluring.
There's a kind of beauty called "beauty bone," and although Luo Wenchuan was thin, he wasn't excessively so. Whether it was his well-defined hands or his long, slender legs, he was someone you couldn't help but look at twice.
"Why isn't the air conditioning on?" Song Ling asked as she walked over.
Seemingly startled by the sudden appearance of the person, Luo Wenchuan trembled and his gaze wavered.
This person is like a rabbit, so timid.
Song Ling used to raise a lop-eared rabbit. He fed and cared for that darling every day, but the rabbit just wouldn't tame him. Every time he went over, the rabbit would run as far away as possible, and when he caught it, it would always tremble in his palm. In the end, it never became very affectionate with him.
He doesn't think he looks fierce, but people he knows often say they're afraid of him.
"Am I fierce?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan shook his head and remained silent.
"Then why... did you make this for me?" Song Ling still didn't ask the question. If she did, Luo Wenchuan wouldn't dare to tell the truth.
Luo Wenchuan nodded and pointed to the perfectly colored fried egg on the plate, saying, "Put it in the bread."
The bread machine next to her beeped, and Song Ling glanced at it and couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.
"Honey, you're so virtuous."
In the capital, Song Ling had never met an Omega more virtuous than Luo Wenchuan. His sisters at home were all Omegas, who came home every day like pampered young ladies, expecting to be waited on hand and foot.
Luo Wenchuan is truly a treasure.
Song Ling figured that his meeting with Luo Wenchuan at this time could be considered a childhood sweetheart falling from the sky, and this childhood sweetheart relationship was just around the corner.
"If you don't have a girlfriend in the future, be my wife, and I'll take care of you," Song Ling said.
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Luo Wenchuan's gaze flickered with fear for a moment, his curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked very flustered.
Seeing that he was about to cry, Song Ling quickly waved her hand and said, "Stop, stop, I was just joking. How could I dare to marry you? You cry every day, how hard would it be to coax you?"
Luo Wenchuan was amused by Song Ling's words, and his furrowed brows relaxed.
The man's smile was like a spring breeze in March; Song Ling almost couldn't blink.
"You look so handsome when you smile, don't always frown." Song Ling couldn't help but pat Luo Wenchuan's head, the hair under his hand was unexpectedly soft.
Luo Wenchuan placed the plate on the table into Song Ling's hands: "Thank you for that day. Go eat, you still have class."
"Do you always talk like this?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Yes... it's been like this since birth."
Seemingly thinking of something unpleasant, Luo Wenchuan didn't continue speaking.
Song Ling quickly changed the subject, saying, "Why hasn't Zhou Yinan woken up yet? I have to go wake him up. If he's late again, Old Li will criticize him for the whole grade."
Just as Song Ling was about to go to Zhou Yinan's bedroom, Zhou Yi came out of the bathroom.
"Oh dear, I'm too embarrassed to come out. You two are really done being affectionate. I'm about to develop hemorrhoids from squatting so much."