law of courtship

Zhilan has an amazing talent for laying the floor, and he has a perfect understanding of the nesting instinct of birds and humans.

He skillfully laid out the thick bedding, and took out almost all the bedding from the cabinet, and piled it around the floor to make it look more like a bird's nest.

Finally, stick two round white pillows together and spread a soft quilt. After doing all this, Zhi Lan has the time to coax Song on the side.

"Uncle, the bed is ready, let's sleep."

Song was as motionless as a sculpture, and the domineering aura of the past was gone. From head to toe, it seemed as if his bones had been pulled out.

"Don't be sad, Dad was just joking," Zhi Lan crept over lightly, walked around behind Alpha, and put his arms around his waist.

"It's all my fault, Uncle, I shouldn't have told Dad our little secret."

Zhilan's voice was full of anxiety and self-blame, Song seemed to have been poked in his weakness, turned around and pinched his face and sighed: "If you don't talk too much, you won't be a parrot."

Zhi Lan blinked: "So, Uncle, you really lied to me?"

"Cough...cough cough..." Song was so choked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Zhilan moved closer, with sad eyes: "You still taught me not to lie..."

Song's eyes darkened: "I did tell a lie, but not to lie to you."

Zhi Lan tilted his head, showing a puzzled face.

Song rubbed the top of his hair vigorously: "If I want to lie to you, you just give me all the allowances so stupidly, what kind of consequences do you think will happen?"

Zhi Lan finally figured it out a little bit: "Will you take my money?"

"Of course," Song looked at him leisurely: "Then what if I'm even worse?"

Zhilan was shocked: "Take my money and eat me again."

Song couldn't help laughing: "Almost, this is the result of meeting a real bad guy."

Song is still afraid now, Zhilan first explored the world outside the research institute, and met himself because of a coincidence.

He abducted Zhilan home, took over this innocent and ignorant little bird, protected the little thing from growing up, and tried his best to avoid those cruel realities.

He has good intentions from beginning to end, so the creator bestowed upon them an extremely rare pheromone bond, which prevented Zhilan from following the original established route and enduring the endless task of giving birth.

If a bad person participated in this process and missed all the coincidences that followed, what would be the consequences?

Can his little blue bird still be loved carefree like this, planning to fish in the river in spring and make jam in autumn?

Song is grateful for everything he has done so far. If this is considered a bad person, then he is willing to be a bad person.

The corners of Zhilan's lips were tightly pursed, and his white and tender cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red due to some emotion. With a little force on his fingers, he grabbed the back of Song's hand and twisted it: "That uncle is half a bad guy."

Song raised his eyebrows and smiled, and pulled Zhilan into his arms like catching a chicken: "What do you call a half-bad guy?"

Zhilan has recently become more courageous and fattened up, and she didn't cooperate at all. She was still struggling when she was hugged face to face by Song, and seeing that she couldn't escape, she hugged Song's neck again and sulked, scratching his fingertips on his shoulders. Back and forth, still murmuring:

"Didn't take my money, but I was eaten anyway..."

"Here, here, here are all tooth marks," Zhi Lan touched the back of his neck and his thin breasts, and finally blushed and pointed to his slender calves and ankles:

"The bite hurts, and he said he's not a bad person."

If Zhilan was more sensible, he would know not to mention the details related to the mark in front of the old hooligan. Once too many associations are brought up, it is tantamount to setting himself on fire.

Song was aroused by him, and because his father-in-law and mother-in-law were sleeping across the wall at the moment, he didn't dare to make a mistake easily, so he slapped his upturned little buttocks twice, with a little force:

"Okay, the bad guys are coming to settle accounts with you now."

"Tell me, how anxious should I be when you ran to an unfamiliar place and fell out of heat just after you were differentiated?"

"Papa", another two slaps: "Didn't you teach yourself the physiological enlightenment, do you know what estrus means?"

The color of the eyes gradually darkened, and the slapping movement was mixed with kneading that changed the taste:

"If I were a bad person, I would definitely imprison you at home, so that you can't go anywhere, no one can take you away, and I won't let anyone see you in heat."

The anger that Song had held back for a long time was vented lightly in this way, he stopped his movements, stared straight at Zhilan's bright eyes, and gently smoothed his somewhat messy forehead hair with his fingers:

"I have always been reluctant to eat you, and I feel sorry for you because you are too young. It was you who took the initiative to steal my 'like'."

"Your courtship method is clumsy, but very effective. You captured me, and all my restraint and forbearance were broken by you. If I am a bad person, you are an accomplice."

After being beaten, Zhilan still had a bit of grievance in his eye sockets, and said in a low voice, "Does uncle know that I am courting?"

The ignorant dependence in Zhilan's eyes scratched the tip of Song's heart like eating away, Song stared at his eyes almost greedily, and looked at his ruddy lips, and realized that he loved his dumbfounded look very much:

"Of course I know. You are the cherry I cultivated with my own hands. You are so sweet when you are ripe. If you don't let me eat it, who else do you want to eat?"

Zhilan shrank back from being stimulated by the dark color in Alpha's eyes, let out a soft "ah", and touched his own face, which was unusually hot:

"Uncle, your words are so strange..."

Song chuckled: "Just get used to it, there will be more strange ones in the future."

This little cherry that has just ripened, it is impossible to imagine how many bad thoughts are hidden in his alpha's heart. The true nature of desire is strong and gaudy, and the paper-like Zhilan still doesn't understand.

Zhi Lan clenched her lower lip and thought about it, her fingers still clenched the corner of Song's clothes tightly: "They said that my glands were bound by my uncle, what do you mean?"

Song was startled, slowly kneaded the back of his neck, and whispered in his ear: "It means, your gland is mine, and only I can bite it."

The "binding" given to them by the flower of mirror image is not only the pheromone fit at the physiological level, but also the psychological belonging.

He has completely regarded Zhilan as his own.

In addition to possessiveness, there is also a stronger sense of responsibility.

His little blue bird is like the response of a bird. In this world, he can only see him alone, and he can only rely on him, follow him, and become his lifelong spouse.

What a lucky choice.

"But it really hurts." Zhi Lan knew that in the face of power, acting like a baby is the most effective, sobbing pretendingly, with two tears in the corners of his eyes, leaning on Alpha's shoulder and tilting his head to look at him: "Can you do it in the future?" Bite lightly."

Song immediately softened his heart, and asked him slowly: "Is it still hurting now?"

Zhilan nodded quickly, and said coquettishly: "It hurts, why does uncle bite me every time? The book says that one mark can last for a month..."

Naive and ignorant teasing is the most deadly, and it is easy to evoke too many real pictures.

Song's voice became deeper and deeper, and he paused every word, as if he crushed the words between his teeth: "Don't say it, if you say it again, I won't be able to bear it and bite you now."

Zhi Lan was so frightened that she immediately fell silent, but her lips and tongue were still snatched away by the big bird with an overabundant mouth.

Song stopped talking, lowered his head and precisely held his pink lips, Zhilan struggled for a moment, then let go of the corners of his lips, allowing alpha to invade everything about him, as obedient as ever.

I don't know how long this deep kiss lasted, until the tip of the tongue became numb from the scalding heat, Song let go of him, allowing Zhilan to breathe a little.

Song pressed against his forehead, his voice was a little trembling: "Next time I bite lightly, it won't hurt you anymore."

Although Zhilan has been used to such intimacy during the long menstrual period, she is still a little shy at this moment, leaning over to kiss Alpha's lips lightly: "Thank you uncle."

The night was unknowingly deep, and there was silence all around, the other members of the family fell into a deep sleep, only the heartbeats of the two were clearer.

"Uncle, go and help me take a bath," Zhi Lan said in a soft voice, sitting up obediently: "Let's go to bed after taking a bath, it's very late."

Song suspects that Zhilan tortured him on purpose, this little thing was bathed by him during menstrual period and washed out of habit, and he still doesn't want to change it.

But now there are two more elderly people in the family, and there is no bathroom in the second bedroom, so he dare not do anything in the public bathroom, so he only dares to take a simple bath for Zhilan.

"Hurry up," Zhi Lan has already raised his arms, urging heartlessly: "I'm so sleepy."

Song An scolded "little ancestor", bent his knees and knelt on the floor, took off his clothes, carried him into the bathroom and wiped his body carefully, the tentacles were as delicate as glutinous rice cakes.

Song was full of thoughts, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Zhi Lan was so sleepy, sitting in the bathtub still hugging his knees, his nose was red, and he stared at Song with his beautiful blue eyes.

After Song took a bath with his stomach full of evil fire, Zhilan was thrown into the cotton mattress, hugged the pillow in a daze, and patted the empty space beside him: "Uncle, sleep."

"I haven't washed yet, you go to bed first," Song squatted down, couldn't help kissing him again, holding his hands against Alpha's chest in extreme sleepiness, moaning softly unbearably.

Song didn't deepen the kiss, and after a few twists and turns, he let go and asked, "What should I call me when there are no outsiders? Think again."

Zhi Lan was already sleepy, and was kissed so badly that his brain was in a state of shutdown, so he blurted out: "Husband."

Song promised, suddenly there was a feeling of no regrets in this life, the old cracks in the bottom of my heart were filled inch by inch by these tiny happiness, warm and swollen.

Zhilan's chest was stained with sweat or the water that hadn't been wiped clean after taking a shower, and it shone moistly on the fine white skin.

Song touched it with his hands, and Zhilan let go of the pillow in his arms, turned his belly out towards him, still muttering "go to sleep", and closed his eyes.

It is said that humanoids are accustomed to sleeping on their stomachs, which is an animal habit inherited from their ancestors in their blood. The prone position can protect their fragile internal organs from being attacked by predators in their sleep.

Zhilan used to cover her chest and belly tightly when she slept, but now she has no such vigilance, as if it is safe to expose her belly to Song.

The little parrot should be in the diet of the horned owl, who would have thought that this emergency ration would become a spouse?

Song went to take a hasty shower and squeezed into the quilt. Sure enough, within two seconds, Zhilan instinctively leaned over, his cheeks were flushed from sleep, and he habitually put his legs across him.

Seemingly aware that he was covered with hot steam, he muttered a few words and was about to turn over and escape, Song Youyou pulled him into his arms with all his strength.

The two quilts promised to Lao Lan were just emptied in this way.

The author says:

lsp is going to break his leg, who will take care of him!