Chapter 13 Chapter 13 "Jia Jia, let me take a bite"...

Song Yuqiao was too tall, so Song Jianan knelt upright on the bed to help him blow dry his hair, and his hands were sore from lifting them so high.

As soon as he put down the hair dryer, he shook his hands, reached into the quilt and quietly rubbed his right wrist with his left hand.

Song Yuqiao put away the hair dryer and walked to the cloakroom. He came out wearing a satin silk pajamas. The periwinkle blue color made his face look handsome and noble, but also more distant and cold.

Song Jianan stopped immediately and dared not move again.

The fear of Song Yuqiao suddenly came back.

As Song Yuqiao approached, his fingers curled up and tightened continuously, and the string in his heart became taut.

Song Yuqiao stopped a few steps away from the bed, his eyes darkened, his lips tightened, and his cold face suddenly became a little scary.

Song Jianan became even more panicked.

Wasn't he fine just now? Why is he unhappy again?

Is it because he didn't take the initiative?

-"Jia Jia, do I need to take the initiative?"

That voice, so soft as to be a question, yet with a strong sense of oppression, and slightly hoarse, reappeared in his mind.

Yes, it must be because I didn’t take the initiative that Song Yuqiao was angry.

But, how should he take the initiative?

-"Jia Jia, take off your clothes yourself."

Song Yuqiao wanted him to take off his clothes first.

Song Jianan lowered his head, and under Song Yuqiao's gaze, he put his trembling hands on the buttons and unbuttoned them one by one.

Time passes slowly and quietly.

Song Yuqiao's breathing rhythm was disordered, and something was suppressed in his cold eyes.

Song Jianan suppressed his shame and got out of bed, then walked barefoot to Song Yuqiao.

He lowered his head, looking very obedient, his body trembling slightly. He was extremely scared, but his hands were around Song Yuqiao's waist.

Song Yuqiao stood stiffly in place, seemingly without any reaction.

Song Jianan felt like crying.

Why can't Song Yuqiao get straight to the point?

Does it have to be the same as last time?

He doesn't want to eat.

It was too big for him to eat.

Your mouth will be broken.

The taste is not good either.

He stood on tiptoe and raised his head to kiss Song Yuqiao, but Song Yuqiao did not lower his head to cooperate with him, and the kiss fell on his thick Adam's apple.

He licked it twice gently like a kitten, then quickly retracted it.

But a big hand grabbed the back of his head.

Song Yuqiao suddenly lowered her head and covered his lips, quickly prying open his teeth and kissing him fiercely, not giving him a chance to breathe.

Song Jianan opened his lips and obediently accepted his kiss, but gradually he could no longer stand and his fingers clutched his pajamas.

Song Yuqiao held his waist and almost carried him to the bed.

…

The lights overhead were blindingly white.

Song Jianan closed her eyes, crystal tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Song Yuqiao's kiss fell on his closed eyes, as gentle as a feather brushing past.

The voice was low and sexy: "Jia Jia."

The fingers that sank into the soft flesh pressed inexorably, digging deeper and deeper, with such force that it seemed as if they were going to crush him.

…

Song Jianan was about to hit the headboard when a broad hand protected his head, and the next second his ankle was gripped tightly by a strong force.

Her body slid uncontrollably to the end of the bed and nestled in Song Yuqiao's arms.

A piece of snow-white, smooth, and beautifully contoured calf was held in the palm of his hand.

The lingering vibrations from the waist and abdomen spread from the thighs to the calves. The amplitude of the shaking was almost invisible, but it was all clearly felt by the owner of the hand.

A light, slightly hoarse, and joyful chuckle rang out in the bedroom.

After a moment of confusion, Song Jianan's eyes widened. Embarrassment overwhelmed him. For a moment, he even forgot Song Yuqiao's identity. He kicked him randomly and said, not knowing whether it was shame or anger: "You... I..."

Song Yuqiao seemed like a different person. He didn't care that he almost kicked him in the face and let him do whatever he wanted.

There was a lazy smile between her eyebrows as she stared at him straight on. The ice and snow on her handsome face melted away, and there was actually a hint of charm.

His slender fingers gently slid across the soft belly, making slow circles.

The fingertips were white, sticky and wet, and they burned my eyes.

Song Jianan only felt his stomach was itchy, numb and tingling, with an indescribable strange feeling.

Just a few seconds later... he felt it again...

Song Yuqiao raised his eyebrows and said in a praising tone, "Jia Jia is so cute."

Song Jianan raised his hands to cover his eyes in shame and anger.

…

Song Jianan was sleepy and tired. The salty tears wet his long eyelashes and made them stick together into clumps. When he opened his eyes, he felt a stinging sensation. He simply closed his eyes and secretly urged the person behind him to finish quickly.

Song Yuqiao didn't know what he was thinking, he just poked him from time to time.

This was totally unlike his style, and it was so gentle that Song Jianan almost fell asleep.

He thought about the last time in a daze, and deeply believed that it would be best if Song Yuqiao could be like today in the future.

The person behind me suddenly stopped moving.

Song Jianan sobered up a little and gently pushed the hand around his chest, but couldn't move it away. Song Yuqiao didn't say anything.

He called him tentatively: "Brother?"

"Song Yuqiao?"

No response.

Questions slowly arose in Song Jianan's mind: Song Yuqiao fell asleep?

But he hasn't come out yet.

Song Jianan was very sleepy and his thinking was even slower. It took him a long time to remember to ask Song Yuqiao to come out.

Every inch he moved forward, the people behind him followed suit and moved an inch forward.

He held him tightly with his hands and feet.

Song Jianan was so sleepy that he leaned his back against the broad chest behind him, gave up struggling, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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Song Jianan woke up from Song Yuqiao's wet and sticky kiss. His already unclear brain became even more hazy, and he let him press him down and kiss him.

After kissing for a while, Song Yuqiao whispered into his ear: "I came back in a hurry last night."

Song Jianan was not fully awake yet and did not react to what he said. He only made two "hmm" and "ah" sounds but did not know what they meant.

Until Song Yuqiao moved slightly.

He instantly became fully awake, his almond-shaped eyes widening in disbelief.

Song Yuqiao stayed in there... for a whole night?

Song Jianan opened his lips, but Song Yuqiao stopped him from saying anything. It seemed that she saw that he had woken up, so she stopped holding back and kissed him fiercely and violently.

Song Jianan reached out to push him, but he held his hand back, interlocking his fingers and pressing them on both sides of the pillow.

The first time was too short and Song Yuqiao didn’t enjoy it to his heart’s content.

He was exhausted when he came back last night. He had no intention of doing anything to Song Jianan, but he didn't expect Song Jianan to take the initiative, which made him interested.

But later on, I was so tired and sleepy that I fell asleep. It couldn't even be called a hasty end.

Alpha has a strong recovery ability. After only one night's rest, Song Yuqiao was full of energy. He pressed the man to the bed early in the morning and was finally satisfied.

Although his expression was not as frighteningly cold as the first time, nor was it the frivolous, faintly smiling look he had last night, he just worked hard in silence, which made Song Jianan completely scared.

He was tossed and turned all morning.

There was no visible part of his body. His chest was red, swollen, and painful. His eyes were also red and painful from crying.

Song Jianan knew that he had no right to refuse, but he couldn't help begging for mercy, trying to gain Song Yuqiao's mercy by showing weakness, but Song Yuqiao just kissed away his tears. Not only did he not let him go, but he went even further.

When Song Yuqiao was excited, his pheromones became somewhat uncontrollable. A faint smell of ice slowly spread out, not too strong, and lingered on the unconscious Beta.

At this time, he liked to bury his head in the side of his neck, grinding his canine teeth on his neck, licking and nibbling, nibbling and licking, and constantly asking: "Jia Jia, let me take a bite, please?"

Obviously bitten...

Song Jianan thought aggrievedly.

Song Yuqiao didn't get an answer, so he tortured him deliberately, specifically targeting Beta's degraded and blocked areas.

Song Jianan was so painful that his eyes were dizzy. He screamed, tears streaming down his face. He whimpered twice and finally said, "Okay..."

Song Yuqiao retreated a little, but soon, his sharp canine teeth seemed to break free from some shackles, piercing the flesh, and bright red blood flowed out from the gap.

The injected pheromones were icy cold, but there was no corresponding gland to receive them, so they could only rush around in the blood, causing piercing pain to spread from the back of the neck.

The blood drained from Song Jianan's face in an instant. His fingertips pinched into the muscles of Song Yuqiao's arm. His eyes stared at the ceiling unfocused, almost rolled back, and tears flowed like a stream as if his tear glands were out of control.

The bright red color was eye-catching and dazzling. Song Yuqiao subconsciously looked at Song Jianan's face. The passion in his eyes faded away, and he looked cold and stern. His facial muscles were tense and his lips were straight.

He hadn't really intended to mark Song Jianan, but the moment his canine teeth bit down, the thought of having received permission made his blood boil, and he could hardly control his strength.

Beta simply cannot bear the mark of Alpha, not to mention that he is a top Alpha. The pain he brings to Song Jianan is at least several times that of an ordinary Alpha.

Song Yuqiao licked away the blood beads, licked and kissed him soothingly, without making any unnecessary movements, waiting for Song Jianan to recover.

It took a while for Song Jianan to come back to his senses from the dizziness caused by the severe pain. His eyes gradually regained some spirit, and his gaze slowly drifted from the ceiling to Song Yuqiao's face, staring at him blankly for a while.

Song Yuqiao's face tightened under his gaze, and he called him in a hoarse voice: "Jia Jia."

Song Jianan turned his head away and shed tears silently. His fair face was wet, and his slightly curly hair was clumps of sweat and hung on his forehead in a mess. His eyes were red and his lips were also bright red. He looked aggrieved and pitiful.

He didn't know that it would be so painful to have the pheromones injected into the back of his neck by the Alpha. Song Yuqiao knew that Beta could not be marked, but he deliberately coaxed him.

He was in so much pain, but Song Yuqiao didn't even say a word to comfort him. He just looked at him with a gloomy face. This man was really cold-hearted.

Song Jianan shrank back in Song Yuqiao's terrifying gaze and closed his eyes as if to escape, but he could still feel the strong gaze on him. He couldn't help but bite his lips, closed his eyes tighter, and tears flowed more violently.

He wanted to take back what he had said before.

Being Song Yuqiao's lover is not a good thing at all.

He didn't know that Song Yuqiao, who was lying on him, was stiff all over, motionless like a sculpture, his face was tense. If you looked closely, you could see a rare helplessness in his eyes.

He didn't say anything, and Song Jianan was also very stubborn. He bit his lips tightly and cried silently.

For a moment, the air stagnated and fell into a silent stalemate.

Suddenly, Song Yuqiao got out of bed, put on his clothes, opened the door and went out.

Song Jianan was stunned, stopped crying, opened his eyes and sat up, feeling extremely panicked.

Song Yuqiao... is he angry?

Song Yuqiao won't go back on her word and not want him anymore, right?

Crystal clear tears once again filled her almond-shaped eyes, rolled down her cheeks onto the quilt, leaving a wet mark.

Song Jianan regretted it deeply.

It's just a bite, he's just a lover, what's there to be pretentious about?

At worst...at worst, just think of it as a dog bite.