Chapter 65: Your Shape Click to view the scene of pouring diesel on the old house...
One ordered the chick set meal, and the other received it according to the plate.
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You two have a really good relationship, you must be a good match."
[Compatibility] refers to the compatibility of pheromones, which can scientifically measure whether a pair of AOs is suitable from a physiological point of view, and is also one of the important indexes used by the system to match mates.
Bai Ling failed to differentiate in his previous life and has been a beta for most of his life. He has also been hanging out with alphas for many years, so he has a weak sense of gender and knows little about the twists and turns between AOs.
He had only heard that the higher the degree of compatibility, the more it would determine the quality of a couple's relationship after marriage.
If love at first sight means sparks flying, then high compatibility means a long-lasting relationship.
Bai Ling thought about it. He and Mr. D could chat awkwardly over the Internet for twenty years...
Hmm, it should be the latter?
Bai Ling didn't notice that a gloomy look flashed across his face, and a hint of thoughtfulness appeared in the corner of his eyes. He looked at the waiter, and his words became gentle and polite:
"I'll lend you my good words."
The waiters in the hotel were all very smart. When they heard this, they suddenly realized, "So you two haven't tested your compatibility yet."
Or maybe… you didn’t take the test because you knew the test results wouldn’t be ideal?
There are often such couples, for example, when a beta and an omega come together, the beta cannot smell the pheromones, so the two simply don't test it and don't mention it in their daily lives, so as to avoid any resentment on their part.
The waiter was also an alpha, but his rating was E. He just felt that the two people present had strong auras, and it was difficult to tell their gender for a moment. Especially this blond nobleman, who would feel dizzy just by looking at him. The waiter knew that this was the natural suppressive effect of super high-level alphas on weaklings like him.
Looking across, the white-haired young man was playing with the tablecloth as if nothing had happened, not affected at all.
A strong pair... maybe it's an AA pairing.
The flattery hit the horse's leg.
The waiter quickly bowed and said, "The dishes will be served soon, please wait." He then stepped back quickly and tactfully.
Bai Ling turned his head to take a look and asked in confusion: "Why is he running so fast?"
Yu Chen sipped his aperitif slowly: "Maybe I've never seen an omega as strong as you."
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows, feeling very pleased, but said, "You are kidding. I think he was just scared by you. Are you secretly controlling the situation?"
Yu Chen raised his eyelids slightly: "You can't feel it?"
Bai Ling shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant look on his face: "The doctor said that my sex hormone level is low and I'm still in the differentiation stage. Maybe I'm really insensitive."
Yu Chen half lowered his eyes and laughed softly: "If you can't feel it, then you don't have control over the situation."
Are you going to teach him to deceive himself?
However, when talking about this, Bai Ling remembered his sense of smell which was sometimes effective and sometimes not. Logically speaking, since Yu Chen had given him a temporary mark to strengthen the connection, he should be able to smell Yu Chen's pheromones whenever he moved around and sense the protected area designated by the other party.
But except for the alpha susceptible period, Bai Ling seemed to have never smelled that scent clearly again.
The same thing happened when I received pheromone therapy in the aircraft before. It was comfortable, but the warm water-like feeling was far inferior to what everyone excitedly described - "I could clearly feel the shape of the alpha scent, and the smell was powerfully stretched out, infiltrating my mind and body, as if the sea water was overflowing the low tide and rushing towards the wet cliff."
Bai Ling had a blank expression on his face, his mind filled with the random chats of the ICU nurses back then.
Then he glanced out of the corner of his eye and stole a glance at the alpha sitting opposite the booth.
...Once he successfully differentiates, will he be able to figure out the shape of the old thing?
The mermaid fluttered her eyelashes that seemed to be made of gold, and her green eyes turned slightly. She found that Bai Ling was frowning and staring at her without blinking. She couldn't help but ask with a smile:
"What are you thinking about, so seriously?"
Bai Ling said indifferently: "Your shape."
He paused in holding the goblet, and tilted his head slightly. With a dim light in his eyes, he couldn't help but look at the bird carefully.
The two had made similar jokes before.
But Yu Chen couldn't see it at that time. In his mind, the little bird, who was sometimes arrogant and sometimes fragile, was just a ball of gray and white fur, a little kid who was crying for meat. So, in most cases he would just laugh it off and make a joke back.
But now, he could easily use these eyes to scan the other person's body and measure the waist that he had kneaded many times. After regaining his vision, the amount of information received by his five senses increased dramatically. Recalling the physical contact he had when he was blind before, he became even more excited and had many imaginations.
Yu Chen raised his cup casually and glanced at the young man's rosy lips.
His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed the bitter-sweet wine, but he was thinking of the wooden bird kneeling beneath him, with moist eyes, swollen lips, and swallowing with awkward movements of its lips and tongue until it retched.
It's burning and very spicy.
Bai Ling heard him mutter and asked curiously, "What's so spicy?"
Yu Chen wiped his lips with a napkin and said slowly, "Wine."
Bai Ling:?
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. His intuition told him that something was wrong with the old man, but he had no evidence.
Just then the waiter came to serve the food. The steaming plate was placed between the two of them. The Maillard reaction produced by grilling the meat produced a mixed aroma of fat, caramel, and grass. Amino acids and carbohydrates melted in the crystal gravy, instantly making the hungry stomach tighten.
"Special dish, Imperial-style honey-glazed grilled ribs. Please enjoy."
The ribs were laid out in a grand manner, a whole piece uncut. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his forearms, looked calm and composed, and holding a knife and fork, he skillfully cut the meat. He clearly understood the direction of every soft and hard bone, and used the blunt-edged table knife to cut as smoothly as a scalpel.
As he moved, the meat fell wetly onto the plate, and light pink myoglobin splashed, as if emitting a low hum.
Bai Ling glanced inadvertently at the juice that had accidentally splashed on the shirt, which was dotted with spots and looked greasy.
After licking his gums, he silently picked up the ice water and took a big gulp.
Then, the steaming piece of tender meat was skewered with a thin silver knife and placed on his plate.
Yu Chen sat back down, slowly wiping the soup off his fingers and ring, and said:
"Try this. The owner of the shop baked it himself. Their secret sauce is very good. It doesn't taste greasy. It suits your taste."
After less than a month of getting along, he had already figured out the bird's eating preferences.
The creamy mushroom pasta was also served and placed next to Bai Ling.
Bai Ling pulled the plate of mushroom noodles over, put the juicy ribs on it, and ate them together.
The waiter standing in the distance seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. This way of swallowing the food whole was not in line with restaurant dining etiquette.
His eyes were full of joy, and he ate the food delicately like an eagle drinking blood, sipping the wine from time to time.
It was as if he was not eating this meal, but...
"Why don't you eat?" Bai Ling raised his eyes, stared at his empty plate and asked.
Yu Chen curled his lips and said, "I used to order this roasted pork ribs often, so it's not surprising."
"Then you can have my mushroom noodles." Bai Ling rolled up a forkful of pasta and handed it over.
Yu Chen took the small bone dish to receive the noodles. Bai Ling curled her lips and shook the fork reluctantly.
Humph, you don’t even open your mouth when the food is right in front of you.
Yu Chen was a very perceptive person. He could tell that he was unhappy, so he found an interesting topic: "In the imperial dining etiquette, shaking the fork means 'I want to leave early'."
Bai Ling snorted and said, "Yes, that's what I meant."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of silver light, and the knife's thin blade was embedded in the gap of the fork. With a slight turn of the wrist, it stuck the fork, causing Bai Ling's movement to retract his hand to pause.
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows: "Is there a way to deal with knocking my fork?"
Yu Chen used his joints to press the fork into the creamy plate, his face bright and clear:
"Yes, it means 'I want to spend the night with you'."
Bai Ling lowered his gray eyes and gritted his teeth lightly, feeling a surge of heat rushing into his internal organs. The firewood was frying slowly over a low flame, making his fingertips hot and itchy, and his waist sore. He almost couldn't sit still.
...Old man, you have so many tricks.
Flirting with him in public, right? He wants to fight back.
"We, the working people at the bottom of society, also have similar methods." Bai Ling suddenly said.
"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it." Yu Chen made a listening gesture.
"Like this." Bai Ling said calmly.
Yu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and just when he was about to ask what it was, he felt a chill on the skin of his calves, and something with a playful touch pressed into his meticulously tailored trousers.
The bird took off his shoes under the table and stuffed his cold toes into his trouser legs.
Not only that, he also hooked up the instep, stroked the fabric all the way up, and roughly explored along the dark patterns of the cotton suit socks, and finally stepped on the edge of the calf.
There was a buckle garter there.
Gentlemen use it to fix their shoes so as to stay elegant in front of others.
Bai Ling held up his chin, his lips slightly curled up, with the innocence of a teenager, mixed with the viciousness of a soldier:
"A gentleman."
Yu Chen took a slight breath, and there was a "click" sound under the table. The bird's toes untied the garter, and the tense strings in his head also buzzed.
Yu Chen suppressed the fire rising in his stomach, and his voice remained steady and sincere:
"Your toes are so flexible."
Bai Ling tilted his head and added fuel to the fire: "I can do other things with it. Do you want to try it?"
"What's the matter?" Waves surged in the sea-green eyes.
The bird poked its fork into the swollen mushroom, opened its mouth wide and took it in. As it chewed and swallowed, traces of cream on its tongue were faintly visible. Its slender throat moved as if it had life, and it swallowed hard until the food slid into the bird's hot stomach.
He licked the remaining butter on the fork and said in a hoarse voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Make cream of mushrooms with you... Your Majesty."
The voice and heartbeat resonated violently, as if they were playing together. The bass of the cello dropped abruptly when the music reached its climax. He leaned back in the chair with heavy breathing, and with a thrust of his finger bones, he broke off a piece of the table corner.
Bai Ling: “…”
Too much fun. Bai Ling tried to persuade him: "...Don't get excited, this is a public place."
To be honest, he didn't want to be pinned down right now, for no other reason...
The seat of this booth is really too hard. Your knees will definitely hurt if you kneel face down for a long time.
Looking at his alpha again, his sculpture-like face was slightly solemn, his long legs were crossed slightly unnaturally, and his neat and abstinent British-style trousers had a few wrinkles. When he looked at him, his voice was full of paternal authority and reprimand:
"come over."
“…No.”
"You don't want to take responsibility after flirting?"
"...How about we go to the bathroom?"
Yu Chen's thin lips moved for a while, and finally he rubbed his marked fangs and said three words: "Little bastard."
Bai Ling couldn't hide his pride and shook his finger at him: "Lift up your falcon's tail cheerfully."
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