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When Song Ling returned home, a black shorthaired cat jumped from the shoe cabinet in the entryway and crashed directly into his chest.
Song Ling lifted the cat by the scruff of its neck and placed it on the ground, then took Luo Wenchuan to the guest room on the second floor.
"You can sleep here, Auntie has already tidied up."
Looking at the guest room, which lacked any sense of home, Luo Wenchuan asked Song Ling, "Where does Brother Ling sleep?"
"Of course it's my room. It's getting late, remember to go to sleep early." Song Ling patted Luo Wenchuan's head and tucked the kitten that had followed her in into her arms.
"Has it gotten heavier again?" Song Ling muttered as she closed the door.
Luo Wenchuan's expression darkened as he looked at the cat in Song Ling's arms.
This cat was a birthday gift from Song Ling's sister. The little creature was completely black, and when placed in the dark, only its two golden eyes could be seen. It was easy for people to step on it.
The cat was sent in a hurry, and Song Ling was sent to Song County a few days after it came to his home. Unexpectedly, it was quite attached to him and would stick to him every time it came back.
Before leaving, Song Ling didn't have time to name the little guy, so the housekeeper kept calling him Xiao Hei (Little Black), and she simply started calling him Xiao Hei too.
There was a cat bed in the room. As soon as Song Ling put Xiao Hei into the bed, the little thing jumped onto his bed without thinking.
"Meow—"
Xiao Hei nudged Song Ling's pillow with its two paws, then found a comfortable spot to curl up in, tilting its head back to look at Song Ling with its two round golden eyes.
Looking at this little gadget, Song Ling suddenly burst out laughing, seemingly remembering something.
After taking a quick shower, Song Ling went to bed.
Seeing that Song Ling had settled on the pillow, Xiao Hei burrowed deeper into the blankets, curling up in a ball against Song Ling's chest, its tail swishing back and forth, making Song Ling feel itchy.
The little thing was warm and slippery, like a piece of satin that could generate heat. Song Ling petted the cat for a while before turning over to sleep.
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Even on weekends, students from Beicheng University may be assigned to external tasks, and they only have two long holidays to rest and sleep in.
Song Ling always thought this way during his holidays, but his biological clock, ingrained over many years, never gave him the chance to sleep in.
When I woke up in the morning, it was still dark outside the window, foggy, and the whole city was shrouded in mist.
Song Ling moved the kitten sleeping on her shoulder to a different spot, preparing to go downstairs to find something to eat. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Luo Wenchuan sitting on the floor with his back against the door and his knees drawn up to his chest.
"Brother Ling..."
When Luo Wenchuan saw Song Ling leave, he looked somewhat flustered. Judging from his demeanor, he guessed that Song Ling had been waiting outside his door all night.
"Why don't you go back to your room to sleep?" Song Ling squatted down and asked.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes immediately reddened when he was asked that question: "I can't sleep alone."
Some grievances can be endured when no one asks about them, but once someone inquires, they become unbearable to bear alone. Luo Wenchuan's tears fell uncontrollably, no matter how much he wiped them away, he couldn't stop them, he couldn't hold them back.
His body had developed a tolerance to long-term use of sleep aids, and he could stay awake all night without Song Ling's pheromones. He could have managed to get by using Song Ling's clothes before, but since he marked Song Ling, the few traces of pheromones left on the clothes were no longer effective.
The loneliness that threatened to overwhelm his soul and the longing to be comforted tormented him constantly; only by getting closer could he alleviate these feelings.
Looking at the person crying on the ground, Song Ling was almost melted by the child's pitiful gaze.
This little thing, how can it be so pitiful? It's clearly an Enigma, how can it make itself look like a stray dog every day?
A pungent, bitter smell of alcohol wafted into her nostrils. Song Ling wiped away the tears on Luo Wenchuan's face and asked him, "Aren't you the type to climb into bed? Why were you so well-behaved yesterday?"
Luo Wenchuan's words caught in his throat, and it took him a long time to finally say, "I'm afraid you'll get angry..."
She was actually afraid he would get angry.
Song Ling looked at the person in front of him, sighed, and picked him up from the ground.
"Brother Ling..."
"Get some sleep. Come with me this afternoon to meet Professor Li's students." Song Ling put the person on the bed and lay down herself.
The person held in Song Ling's arms was flattered. Luo Wenchuan buried his face in Song Ling's chest and asked him after a long while, "Brother Ling, can I sleep with you from now on?"
Feeling the pheromones in her breath gradually becoming sweeter, Song Ling suddenly realized that Luo Wenchuan's pheromones seemed to follow his mood. They had smelled quite bitter a moment ago, but now they smelled much better.
"cannot."
The moment those words were spoken, the originally sweet aroma of the wine was immediately tinged with a sour and astringent taste.
"Brother Ling, I promise I won't do anything, I'll just sleep, okay? I'll do whatever you ask me to do from now on, please don't send me away, okay?"
Luo Wenchuan pulled the man closer, as if afraid that Song Ling might change her mind and kick him off the bed.
Song Ling felt that this person's attitude was somewhat humble. He was angry with Luo Wenchuan, angry that the little thing had silently differentiated into Enigma and dared to attack him, but he never intended to drive him away.
He picked this person up himself, so he can't just like Luo Wenchuan's obedient side and want to throw him away when he sees him baring his fangs. Such liking is too shallow.
What can you do?
"Can do anything."
As Luo Wenchuan spoke, his claws suddenly reached out towards Song Ling.
During this exploration, they suddenly grabbed a slippery cat. Little Black meowed and darted under the bed.
"Why is it sleeping here?" Luo Wenchuan looked up at Song Ling, as if asking Song Ling why he couldn't sleep here.
"It's a cat, it can sleep anywhere, right? You're a grown man, why are you arguing with a kitten?"
"Then, I want to sleep here too."
Seemingly dissatisfied with Song Ling's answer, Luo Wenchuan's claws on Song Ling's waist became increasingly restless.
Alphas are naturally energetic in the morning, and now, with the person in their arms teasing them, all sleepiness is gone and they are completely awake.
I should have known better than to let this puppy on the bed; it's not as well-behaved as the kitten.
Song Ling's gaze flickered, and she reached out to lift Luo Wenchuan's chin, stroking his soft lips with her thumb, and asked, "Are all Enigma like you?"
Luo Wenchuan tilted his head back, exposing his entire neck to Song Ling, and said, "It's Enigma, and it's also Brother Ling's Enigma. I'll do whatever Brother Ling tells me to do."
His gaze was sincere and devout, drawing Song Ling's heart into a web of loyalty and affection.
Looking at this person, I couldn't help but have some other thoughts.
The book says that Enigma's physical strength far surpasses that of Alpha. People have a tendency to admire the strong, and even Song Ling admires those who are stronger and more outstanding than himself.
He was very curious about the true strength of Luo Wenchuan, this crybaby Enigma.
"Have you ever participated in physical training?" Song Ling suddenly asked.
"No……"
Luo Wenchuan lowered his gaze, concealing all his emotions beneath his eyelashes. Even before his differentiation, few Alphas could match his physical prowess; now that he had differentiated, participating in a competition would essentially result in a ban.
The reason he was willing to act like a useless person in front of Song Ling was simply because he enjoyed this state. Apart from acting cute towards the Omega who gave birth to him, this docile and obedient state was only chosen in front of Song Ling.
Most people would choose to submit to the stronger party, but Enigma would submit to his lover. At this moment, he was willing to submit to Song Ling, to be his vicious dog and sharp spear, following his every command.
"Let's try it another day, and see your limits." Song Ling's voice was low, carrying a unique flavor.
"Brother Ling, want to test my limits?"
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, his dark eyes containing the calm before a storm.
Song Ling was unaware that the "limit" Luo Wenchuan was referring to had been misinterpreted. She raised an eyebrow and gave him a very expectant look.
A note from the author:
Thanks to "Xiao An" for irrigating ovo with nutrient solution;
Why is the name "Bao Bei" empty?
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Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Give me your pheromones, Brother Ling.
Luo Wenchuan curled his lips and tightened his grip on Song Ling's waist.
Looking at Luo Wenchuan's cunning eyes and reddened corners, Song Ling suddenly felt that this man was no different from a fox.
In the end, this little brat is a fox. Whenever Song Ling wanted to get angry with him, curse him, or kick him, the moment she saw his face, the fire in her heart would flow away like water in a river.
Song Ruozhi was right. A dog that bites doesn't bark. Luo Wenchuan not only doesn't bark before biting, but after biting someone, they still have to wag their tail in front of him.
Logically speaking, people who seem obedient yet are uncontrollable are the most dangerous, but Song Ling was curious about how much untapped potential this person still possessed. Charm and danger often go hand in hand, and it must be said, Luo Wenchuan was incredibly charming, more attractive than anyone he had ever met before.
Enigma, like its meaning, is a mystery that invites exploration.
Song Ling's hand slid from Luo Wenchuan's chin to his neck, and the gentle light in Luo Wenchuan's eyes turned into a spring-like ripple, carrying a strong invitation.
Song Ling looked down at Luo Wenchuan, feeling that if they waited any longer, they would both go crazy from holding it in.
"Do you even know what 'tasting it all' means?" Song Ling felt like she'd asked a pointless question. This guy, who'd just tasted the new flavor, was still full of excitement and had no idea what "tasting it all" meant.
"I understand. Give me the pheromones, Brother Ling. I want them."
Luo Wenchuan's fingertips kept drawing circles in Song Ling's palm, as if he wasn't asking for pheromones, but for his life.
Song Ling smiled and was about to do something when the terminal next to her pillow suddenly rang.
Seeing that Song Ling's attention was about to be drawn away, Luo Wenchuan pouted and leaned against Song Ling's chest: "Don't answer it, Brother Ling, answer it later."
"Business is important." Song Ling's gaze toward Luo Wenchuan was still relatively gentle, but his tone was no longer as tender as before.
Luo Wenchuan thought for a moment, then reluctantly got up and sat down to the side.
Song Ling reached for the terminal, put on a coat, sat on the edge of the bed, and accepted the call request.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes fell on Song Ling's slender waist, and the next second he got off the bed from Song Ling's direction.