She Doesn't Want to Play with Canary Anymore

Lu Ling was born in a slum. On the day of the separation, she was blocked in an alley and beaten severely. She was dying. The new Alpha was about to stop breathing. Then, an Omega came to save her. She has a clean and clear scent of bitter orange blossom, so clean that she doesn't look like an Omega from the slums. The thing Lu Ling regretted most was that he was dying that day and could not see her face clearly. The new Alpha is too anxious and eager to mark Omega when he sees it. The Omega did not resist, but opened his lips slightly, turned his ears red, offered the back of his neck, and surrendered tremblingly, accepting the mark of the new Alpha. Lu Ling only remembers that Omega is moist and juicy, and the glands are moist and sticky. It sounds soft and tastes delicious. It moans repeatedly, like water. When she woke up, Lu Ling had regained her senses, but the wrongly marked Omega had left and no one could be found. Lu Ling wanted to repay his kindness, wanted to say sorry, wanted to say he would be responsible. She only remembered that the person who saved her had a bitter and sweet scent of orange blossoms. The Omega that saved her was the orange blossom pheromone. Lu Ling remembered it for three years. Later, Lu Ling went to school and was finally able to enter the upper city area to find the wrongly labeled Omega. She bumped into a gorgeous woman at the cocktail party. When she bumped into Sang Huai, she had this kind of fragrance. Lu Ling thought her dream had come true and was willing to become her "collection". She thought she had found her savior. Sang Huai had a beautiful face. Looking at Lu Ling's face, he smiled brightly and said, "Baby, follow me? I will treat you well." "As long as... You are willing to be her shadow." Lu Ling nodded. She thought that it would be good to be close to kind-hearted people, even if it was just to gain warmth from their appearance. But Sang Huai didn't treat her well. She signed her, gave her the most generous treatment, and also gave her the most humiliating status. "Your eyes don't look like hers." "Grow your hair to this length, like her." When she was in love, Lu Ling kissed her collarbone, and when she moaned, she always shouted another name. Ah Tang. In three years, Lu Ling learned to skillfully impersonate another person late at night. When Sang Huai was in love and needed her, he called out "A Tang". Most of the gifts Sang Huai gave her when she was happy were "the styles Ah Tang likes." When Lian Luling fell ill and fell into a coma due to fever, Sang Huai pretended to hold her hand, and the shadow of someone else reflected in his eyes. "A Tang, it will pass." The most ridiculous thing is that even the scent of bitter orange flowers that Lu Ling relies on for comfort is getting weaker and weaker on Sang Huai. She occasionally wondered if the fleeting warmth in the back alleys was an illusion that beautified her memory. Lu Ling is an Alpha, but his glands have been bitten by Omega. He has been reversely marked, and his glands tend to be scrapped. But she was greedy for the scent of bitter orange flowers, and even though she knew she was just a poor substitute, she still wanted to be by her side. Until Sang Huai's Bai Yueguang, her biological sister, Sang Yaotang returned to China for a banquet. Lu Ling, whose glands were on the verge of destruction, smelled the cold fragrance of bitter orange blossoms that lingered in her memory three years ago. The pheromone that Lu Ling was finally able to release was quietly leaked. Creamy caramel. Sang Huai was so humiliated and so sweet that he didn't know why. An Alpha carried the same pheromones as an Omega, nothing like Ah Tang's cold fragrance. Sang Yaotang took away Sang Huai's flattering hand and walked up to the broken and fragile Lu Ling: "Have we met somewhere?" On a rainy night in the slums, Omega's cold and gentle face overlapped with that of Sang Yaotang in front of him. The Omega that night was always Sang Yaotang, not Sang Huai. Lu Ling admitted the wrong person. —— Sang Huai suddenly realized that he didn't like Sang Yaotang. Sang Huai no longer imitates her deliberately, and she no longer likes the scent of bitter orange blossoms on her body. She can't even remember Sang Yaotang's smile clearly. But Sang Huai could clearly remember every detail of Lu Ling's body when he made love with her, the sweet smell of buttery caramel, and when he forced a smile. She smashed the bottle of perfume that imitated Sanghuai's pheromone and looked for his canary with red eyes. She blocked her in a corner with red eyes: "I don't want you to be like her, just be yourself." "It's too late." Lu Ling pushed her away and looked at Sang Yaotang, who was waiting in the car not far away. Sang Yaotang was wearing a deep V red hip-hugging skirt, playing with the car keys in her hand, and chuckled at Lu Ling: "Little deer, it's time to go home." "This time, don't admit the wrong person again." Then he said coldly to his own sister: "Huaihuai, thank you for taking care of Xiaolu during this time." "Now, the property returns to its original owner." Purpose: Pursue a perfect life and yourself