Chapter 8 (1/2)
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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
I will want you
Song Ling, who always held his head high and was always among the top Alphas, actually had moments when his eyes were red.
"Brother Ling, do you need any help?" Luo Wenchuan asked.
Song Ling buried herself in the pillow and calmed herself for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice: "I need suppressants. Stay away from me, or I might bite you..."
It bites.
"Wait for me." Luo Wenchuan glanced at the person on the floor, then turned and left.
Fifteen minutes, a long fifteen minutes.
Adult Alphas experience a fertile period every two to three months. Song Ling is an extremely self-disciplined person; unless tempted by highly compatible pheromones, she wouldn't react so strongly.
The chance of meeting a partner who is highly compatible with you is only 0.1%. It's impossible for that person to be so coincidental as to be right there in the alley.
In the fifteen minutes that Luo Wenchuan was gone, Song Ling felt like she was about to faint from the heat.
He bit the corner of his pillow, trying to stay awake, until Luo Wenchuan returned and brought him oral suppressants and a glass of water.
The cool water mixed with the inhibitor capsule went down my throat, the combination of cold and heat was so comfortable that I couldn't help but squint my eyes.
Luo Wenchuan sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the person being helped onto it. There were quite a few Alphas in the postgraduate recommendation class who liked Song Ling, and he hadn't understood before why Song Ling, an Alpha, was so popular among them. But looking at it today, it seemed to make some sense.
The mere feeling of having a top-tier A-cup underneath you is already incredibly satisfying, let alone the fact that this top-tier A-cup is Song Ling.
The thought that Song Ling might also be begging for mercy under someone else's body suddenly made Luo Wenchuan's mouth feel dry.
Are you feeling better?
Luo Wenchuan took the empty cup and asked a question. Judging from the speed at which Song Ling drank water, the oral suppressants bought from the pharmacy hadn't been working yet.
Intravenous inhibitors administered in hospitals are faster than oral ones, but not everyone knows how to administer them, so they are not allowed to be sold in pharmacies.
Song Ling took a deep breath: "The medicine won't take effect that quickly. It's dangerous for you to be so close to me."
Alphas in their vulnerable period have extremely poor self-control; they cannot guarantee what they might do.
Song Ling looked into Luo Wenchuan's eyes, her gaze filled with undisguised greed.
Luo Wenchuan's neck was slender and long, and looked quite delicious.
"I believe in Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan smiled faintly.
That smile was so innocent and harmless that it inexplicably made Song Ling feel at ease. He looked at Luo Wenchuan and suddenly felt a little lost: "It would be better if you had differentiated."
"Differentiation".
Luo Wenchuan's heart skipped a beat when he heard those two words. Did Song Ling really want him to differentiate soon? He thought so too.
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's bewildered expression, Song Ling explained, "Omega pheromones can soothe Alphas. If you differentiate, I won't need to take the medication anymore."
Luo Wenchuan couldn't help but chuckle inwardly upon hearing Song Ling's words. This guy clearly hadn't paid much attention in physiology classes; highly compatible pheromones would only intensify the passion, offering no soothing effect whatsoever. If he had differentiated and was still by Song Ling's side at this moment, an accidental escalation would be far too easy.
“Perhaps we don’t need pheromones,” Luo Wenchuan suddenly said.
"No need for pheromones."
Song Ling was stunned for a moment, suddenly not understanding what Luo Wenchuan meant.
Luo Wenchuan looked at the person in front of him and said, "Brother Ling, you can tell me what you want me to do. I want to help you."
His eyes were very clear, and although they clearly had a hint of rosy hue, it was not easy for anyone to misunderstand them.
"You've already gotten me the inhibitors."
After Song Ling finished speaking, he suddenly paused, realizing that Luo Wenchuan didn't mean it that way. He remained silent for a moment, then asked Luo Wenchuan, "Could you move closer to me?"
Luo Wenchuan obediently moved closer, and the next moment, he fell into an overly warm embrace.
Luo Wenchuan sat quietly, pressing his face against Song Ling's chest, close enough to hear Song Ling's heartbeat.
The strong, rhythmic sound of a heartbeat is very moving.
Perhaps we can take the next step today; a sense of anticipation began to stir in Luo Wenchuan's heart. He was very curious about what Song Ling, someone who only talked the talk, was like in that matter.
Having spent the last few days with Song Ling, Luo Wenchuan could clearly feel the changes in his body. If he could take another step forward, he might be able to differentiate.
The two boys embraced, and the feeling of being filled in his arms gave Song Ling a great sense of satisfaction. He held the slender boy quietly for a long time without making any further moves, or perhaps in his plan, all he wanted to do was give him a hug.
"Thank you," Song Ling said in a muffled voice.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, then reached out and wrapped his arms around Song Ling's slender waist, greedily inhaling the sweet peach blossom scent emanating from him.
Song Ling is a good person, but unfortunately he isn't.
.
The two spent the night together, and it wasn't until the inhibitor took effect that Song Ling's senses returned somewhat.
He's not usually like this. There must be something wrong with the pheromones he smelled in the alley just now. How could it be such a coincidence that the Omega's pheromones just happened to be highly compatible with his?
Luckily, I ran fast. If I had been in the alley like that, who knows what would have happened.
Song Ling lay limp on the bed and closed her eyes.
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Chapter 8 (2/2)
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As the intense energy receded, a sudden emptiness washed over me. Lost in thought, I noticed Luo Wenchuan had already brought out a towel that had been rinsed in warm water from the bathroom.
A warm towel was used to wipe Song Ling's arm. The evaporating moisture took away a lot of heat. Physical cooling methods are something that people like Luo Wenchuan can master.
"I'll do it," Song Ling said, opening her eyes.
Luo Wenchuan didn't give him the towel, but quietly wiped Song Ling's skin that was exposed outside his clothes.
Forehead, cheeks, behind the ears, neck...
Song Ling's heart swayed with the warmth of the towel, even anticipating where Luo Wenchuan's towel would land next. To be honest, he hoped it wouldn't be the towel that landed on him, but rather Luo Wenchuan's long, slender, and beautifully sculpted hands.
"Wen Chuan..."
Song Ling narrowed his eyes, looked up at the person in front of him, and a dangerous thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Luo Wenchuan changed to a different towel and was about to apply it when Song Ling suddenly grabbed his outstretched wrist.
"Brother Ling, it hurts so much..."
Luo Wenchuan's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes glistening with tears, making him appear extremely aggrieved. He didn't understand why Song Ling was resisting at this moment; had she already been exposed?
The man's wrist was very white and thin, and couldn't withstand much force. Song Ling realized that he had used too much force, so he quickly released Luo Wenchuan's wrist. He used his uninjured arm to prop himself up and leaned against the headboard, asking him, "How did you get in?"
Song Ling's gaze was now intense, a stark contrast to her previous dazed expression.
Luo Wenchuan is now certain that Song Ling's self-control is indeed exceptionally strong.
This is really tricky.
“When I got out of school, I ran into Zhou Yinan. He asked me to bring this over for him. I saw that the gate was not closed, so I came in. I was afraid that something might happen to you.”
Luo Wenchuan began to stutter again. He took out a library card from his pocket and blinked a few times at Song Ling.
When this person gets anxious, he stumbles over his words.
After calming down for a while, Song Ling said to him, "You should leave quickly. You're an Omega, it's not good for you to stay here."
"Why? Is it because of me that I didn't differentiate?" Luo Wenchuan's eyes were filled with desolation, like a puppy about to be abandoned by its owner.
No, I will want you.
Song Ling's words were straightforward and simple.
Luo Wenchuan was clearly stunned; his unfocused gaze betrayed his surprise.
Song Ling wanted him, and so did he, but it wasn't possible right now.
“It’s me, but it’s no use,” Luo Wenchuan said softly.
Song Ling looked at him and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You're too fond of taking responsibility for yourself. It's not your fault. By the way, did you get first place? Congratulations."
"First?"
Luo Wenchuan thought for a moment, and realized he had indeed participated in a competition a few days ago. The original participant was their class monitor, but he got sick from the change in environment and food, so Luo Wenchuan was chosen as a substitute. He hadn't expected to win first place; he'd even deliberately left a few questions blank. He hadn't anticipated winning. What a miscalculation! Song Ling should already know he's in the recommended graduate program by now.
"I bought you a book as a congratulatory gift."
"Book?"
Luo Wenchuan was curious about what book it was. In his eyes, Song Ling didn't seem like the type of person who would settle down and read.
Song Ling pointed to the brown paper bag on the shelf. Luo Wenchuan walked over, took the bag down, and took out the books inside.
Looking at the popular science book "Omega Differentiation Guide" in his hand, priced at 92 yuan, Luo Wenchuan almost burst out laughing.
This person seems to care about him quite a bit; he should probably care more about himself.
"Thank you, Brother Ling."
When Luo Wenchuan turned around, his originally sharp gaze softened considerably. Alphas like Song Ling didn't particularly like shrewd people, so he couldn't appear too clever.
Song Ling brushed the stray hairs that were damp with warm water from her forehead to one side: "You need to take a good look at this. You should do less of things like cooking and bathing Alphas in the future."
Fortunately, Luo Wenchuan encountered himself; if it were any other Alpha, he would have been completely devoured.
Luo Wenchuan hugged the book to his chest and lowered his head: "I've only ever cooked for Brother Ling."
His voice was very low, and it was easy to miss his words if you didn't listen carefully.