The Married Life of a Heartthrob Female Alpha [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Trans)

Chapter 11

The Song and Pei families made an appointment to have dinner at a private kitchen restaurant in City K.

Of course, the choice of this location was naturally facilitated by Song Yi and Pei Qingmian, who acted as a bridge for communication and negotiation.

They were the key link between the two families, and their legal marriage determined that the Songs and Peis would become "relatives" in a social sense.

Due to the nature of Pei Qingmian's work, Song Yi couldn't see him often, so their communication was mostly through phone calls.

In their phone conversations, Song Yi, a local resident, knew more about the restaurants in the area than Pei Qingmian. She did her homework in advance and sent suitable locations to him.

Pei Qingmian also enthusiastically discussed with her about his family's taste preferences.

In the end, the two happily settled on the private kitchen restaurant.

Later on, during a phone call, there was a brief, frozen silence.

Pei Qingmian heard the sound of Song Yi's breathing on the other end.

It was very similar to her, gentle and soft, like a hazy, floating cloud.

She let out a soft sigh.

Pei Qingmian's heart suddenly tightened.

He fidgeted with his fingers, unsure of what Song Yi wanted to say—why did she suddenly sigh? Was she unhappy? Or anxious about the meeting of the two families?

Many unresolved thoughts raced through his mind, spinning like a spinning top, and with a whip crack, the sound of the spinning top circling in the air could be faintly heard.

It never stopped.

Then, the anxious Pei Qingmian heard Song Yi say, "I found a nice house."

"Would you like to accompany me to look at houses this weekend?"

"I want it to be our wedding house."

Pei Qingmian's mind's little spinning top stopped. His mouth was faster than his thoughts, saying, "Of course, I'd love to."

Song Yi was clearly immersed in a pleasant mood, her tone slightly raised, soft and elegant, saying, "Yes, our wedding house."

Pei Qingmian's glands were constantly releasing messages, his single dorm room filled with a subtle and gentle scent. The young and handsome Alpha's voice slowly changed from surprise to soft, like a cat that had been coaxed into a soft, fluffy state, showing its soft, white belly.

Waiting for humans to gently pat it with their palms.

Alpha's words clearly had a certain magical effect on her Omega.

Even without face-to-face interaction, without the entanglement of real pheromones, she could still influence Pei Qingmian with her words from afar.

He smiled, "Okay."

Then there was a brief moment of silence.

Not at all awkward, they listened to each other's breathing. Song Yi's breathing was always gentle and soft, while his physique was comparable to a national athlete, with a low heart rate, around sixty beats per minute when calm.

His breathing was also slow and deep.

"Is it too late?" Song Yi said with a hint of distress.

Pei Qingmian glanced at the clock and smiled, saying, "It seems a bit late."