law of courtship

"No," Song pondered for a moment, and resolutely rejected Zhilan: "You sleep in the second bedroom, I'll go clean it up."

"Why?" Zhilan's eyes widened.

Song didn't want to answer such a silly question, so he pulled the clingy brat out of his arms, turned around and went to the second bedroom.

The room that has been idle for a long time is full of dust. The last time it was used was a few years ago, and Miao Wu stayed here for a few days during vacation.

Miao Wu can be regarded as Song's childhood friend, an S-class feline humanoid born in Bazhou Institute, an alpha male like him, and has served in the military all year round.That Hua Nanhu was rotten all over, and he didn't forget to sharpen his claws when he fell asleep. The screen of the bed was scratched to pieces by him, and even the bedside table was covered with scratches.

What kind of owner keeps what kind of pet, Dan Ding's virtue is to follow its original owner Miao Wu.

Song snorted in disgust: only cats and children are difficult to raise.

No, children are easy to raise, and my little bird is pretty good, except for talking a little bit.

Song rubbed his swollen temples, got a rag and a mop, and started to clean up slowly.The drooping hair on the forehead blocked the view, and Song Kong used one wrist to push the hair behind the ear, and was stunned for a while.

Little Blue Mao wanted to sleep with him, but Song didn't expect it. His first reaction was to refuse. It wasn't that he didn't want to accept the cub's closeness and dependence, but that he couldn't avoid his own nature.

Like Miao Wu, Song couldn't restrain his behavior in sleep. As an owl, his overly sensitive alertness and stress response were instincts engraved in his blood.The long feathers on his ancestor's head can accurately sense the slightest movement of wind and grass, and react violently in an instant, and Song is the same.

When awake, he still can't achieve complete self-control, let alone after falling asleep?

Song suddenly understood the famous quote of a hero surnamed Cao in the historical classics: "I like to kill people in my dreams".Owl and owl are similar in nature, if they sleep together, the reckless little blue hair accidentally bumps into some key parts, Song seriously suspects that he will perform a live dream murder.

No, it's killing birds.

In order not to see the blood splattered on the scene, Song could only concentrate on cleaning.

Zhilan in the master bedroom didn't realize the danger at all, he was still struggling with why Uncle Song was willing to share the bedroom with him, but he didn't want to sleep with him.

When Zhilan was a child, he watched a scientific documentary about the living habits of the ancestor birds. The big bird in the nest used its wings to protect the chicks, like a warm quilt, and combed the feathers of the cubs with their beaks. , This kind of meticulous and caring care, the little blue bird also wants it very much.

Zhilan tossed and turned on the bed thinking about crooked ideas, but his IQ was limited, so he couldn't think of how to stay in the master bedroom. Until Song came back from cleaning, Zhilan still couldn't think of an effective and feasible solution.

"I cooked millet porridge for you, eat a little and then go to bed," Song stood by the bed with his arms raised, carefully observing Xiao Lanmao's face, saw his eyeballs rolling around, and felt a little relieved:

Fortunately, I am very energetic, as long as I don't burn stupid.

A rough guy with a baby is just so capricious.

"You can't take a shower if you have a fever. Get a basin of hot water to wipe off later." Song explained again, found a clean T-shirt in the closet and threw it to him, and went back to the kitchen to watch the fire.

After everything was done, he drove the little boy to the second bedroom, and Song also went to take a shower. Unexpectedly, just as he came out of the bathroom, Zhilan appeared at the door of the bedroom with a big pillow in his back.

The little blue hair is wearing a T-shirt, the loose hem of the clothes hangs down to the thighs, revealing two thin white legs, and the pillow on the chest covers most of the face, looking like a delicate toy puppet.

Zhi Lan knocked on the door that was already open, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, that bedroom is a little...I'm scared."

"What's wrong?" Song tore off the towel around his neck, supported the door panel with a wave of his arm, and blocked Zhilan from the door: "Why are you afraid?"

"It's kind of scary..." Zhi Lan swallowed, and said in a trembling voice, "It seems that wild beasts lived in that room, and the bed board was scratched to pieces."

Song thanked Zhilan for the reason given, and still supported the door panel, and said lightly: "Now there are no wild animals inside, what do you have to be afraid of."

"It's scary, let me stay here for a while, please."

Seeing that being coquettish doesn't work, Zhilan rolled his eyes, bent and sneaked in from Song's armpit, ran to the bedside in two or three steps, and quickly crawled into the bed, his movements were not at all like a patient with a fever.

"Go back to your room and sleep, or go back to the research institute immediately," the long-haired bird who was being teased by the little parrot was very displeased, and pulled Zhi Lan out of the quilt, as if to beat him.

"Just stay for a while, I will definitely go back before going to bed," Zhi Lan blinked his big wet eyes, and continued to emit pitiful light waves: "Really, just for a while."

Song's heart softened for a moment. As soon as he let go of his palm, the little blue bird slid softly into the bed, with gratitude in his moist eyes: "Thank you, uncle."

"Just half an hour," Song reluctantly stepped onto the edge of the bed, and Zhilan immediately shrank aside, giving him more than half of the seat, while she curled up into a small ball, holding a big pillow in her arms, as if hatching an egg.

Song lay down beside Zhilan awkwardly, then stretched out his hand to grab half of the quilt from his body and covered him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhilan regained his energy, and somehow found out the new mobile phone Song bought for him, leaned over to Alpha and whispered, "Uncle, teach me how to play this."

Song closed his eyes and stretched out his palm, touched the temperature of the little boy's forehead, and said coldly: "Don't talk, you need to rest now."

Zhilan took advantage of the situation and grabbed Song's wrist, as if playing a game, covered his eyes with his palm, retracted and let it go, and said something with the sound in his mouth: "Where is Xiaolan? Hey, Xiaolan is here here!"

Then he moved the palm of his hand to the nose, arched his palm with the hot tip of the nose, and finally covered his mouth, pouted and smirked, rubbing his soft lips against Alpha's palm, biting lightly like a playful I took two bites.

Song suddenly opened his eyes, but stopped talking completely, his arms remained completely relaxed, let Zhilan manipulate him, and there was no expression on his face, trying to turn a blind eye to the warm scene in front of him, and even wanted to withdraw the perception of his arms .

Bitten by a poisonous little parrot again, this hand can no longer be taken.

It's so numb, so hot, it's a useless hand.

Zhilan showed great enthusiasm for this childish game. In his opinion, being able to lie on the same bed with his "dad" in his mind and play games before going to bed is a scene that only exists in dreams.

Zhilan had never felt it, or even expected it, but he didn't expect that it would suddenly come true. The happiness was beyond his imagination, and he was more satisfied than eating the sweetest cherry.

The amused little parrot climbed up the pole, deliberately kissed the palm of Alpha, then moved Alpha's big palm to the eye socket, blinked his eyes quickly, and tickled him with his eyelashes.

Song has already entered the old monk's trance state, silently reciting the complicated cocktail mixing steps in his heart, trying to ignore the hot softness in his palm.

But the more he wanted to ignore it, the clearer this feeling became. The softness from Zhilan penetrated into his pores, flowed into the arteries along the capillaries, and finally reached the depths of the atrium along with the beating rhythm of the pulse.

Then even the heart became soft and hot.

Zhilan's clumsy but passionate dependence is blindly poisonous, making Song feel that the poison has penetrated into his bone marrow, and the medicine has no effect.

Only such a stupid little thing would regard a tyrannical bird of prey as a safe haven to rely on.

Zhilan played for more than ten minutes, and finally felt sleepy, followed the instinct of the chick, and slipped into the arms of the big bird beside him.

"Uncle," the sleepiness of the young bird came faster than the milk doll, Zhilan couldn't even open his eyes for a while, wrapped his soft and thin arms around Song's waist, buried his face on his chest, and whispered in a daze Say, "Uncle, there are 10 more minutes... I can stay for 10 more minutes..."

At such a close distance, the breath can be heard, burning the heart and lungs.

Before Song could react, Zhilan closed his eyes and quickly calmed down.

Song didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to move his pillow, closer to Zhilan, so that he could hug him, his completely paralyzed arm moved slightly, and hugged the soft baby bird back.

You have to keep your word, and you can't break your promise if you let the kid stay for half an hour.

The remaining 10 minutes seemed extremely long, enough to recall a lot.

I think about his ill-fated teenage years, his dead relative Lao Yan, and the friends who came and went around these years, think about his confrontation with Dan Ding for many years, and finally think about his various experiences of confronting his own nature.

Song hates his own nature, he doesn't want to be subject to instinctive impulse, and he has no ambitions. He never wants to use his bloodline with excellent combat effectiveness to work for the military like Miao Wu.

The ferocious birds of prey are not longing for the vast sky, but a warm home.

Song just wants to guard the Wuyue winery that Lao Yan left him, take good care of the old cat egg that Miao Wu entrusted to him, and live in the way of ordinary people.

But now, there was an extra little guest in his lair, which became an accident in his life.

This little bird is weak and stupid, but Song wants to restrain his heart and become gentle for him, even before he has made up his mind, he has already started to do so.

"It's time... not yet... let's go..." The sleeping little blue bird murmured dreamily, and the arms hugging Song tightened a little more, still looking weak.

Song measured the bird's spine with his thumb and forefinger, wanting to record every tiny growth of him. Will the slender arms and legs grow slowly?

Will the slap-small face show the heroic temperament of an alpha in the future?

Will the little blue bird that just reached my chest grow into an indomitable man after it differentiates?

Listening to Zhilan's breathing quietly, Song gradually felt sleepy. He raised his hand to turn off the wall lamp, protected the little blue bird on his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

Forget it, let's sleep like this tonight.

It won't hurt him, so why not.

The author says:

Owl (xiao): a large owl?

No, no, Song Dae's prototype is not a cat head, it's very majestic, and the Kuge character set can't be collapsed!

You should be able to guess what Song's father's last name is, right?