Filled with doubt, Shan Song handed Zhou Muyuan over to the bodyguard and rushed back to the villa.
I first put the recorder away, then quickly rinsed my face and changed my clothes. I checked the time; almost an hour had passed since their phone call.
Dan Song gently pushed open the bedroom door.
Only the wall lamp was on in the room, its warm yellow light illuminating the slightly raised contours of the omega on the bed. The omega was wrapped up tightly and was breathing evenly.
Didn't we agree to wait for him?
Dan Song smiled slightly, sat down near the bed, gazed at the omega's sleeping face for a while, then gently lifted the blanket and moved one of Tong Zhao's arms out.
The bruises looked worse now, standing out starkly against Tong Zhao's delicate arms.
Dan Song pursed his lips and gently rubbed the medicine he had brought back onto Tong Zhao's wound.
Tong Zhao had been yawning while waiting for everyone, and after leaning against the headboard for a while, she actually fell asleep. When she was awakened by the touch on her hand, she squinted and stared blankly for more than ten seconds before suddenly remembering where she was.
The drowsiness vanished instantly, replaced by the panic of a stranger entering the room. Like a startled rabbit, Tong Zhao darted to the other end of the bed, her arm being grabbed by Shan Song as she tried to pull it out.
A steady voice rang out: "It's me."
With her eyes partially obscured by the blanket, Tong Zhao saw who it was and relaxed.
"Were you scared?" Shan Song hugged the man, blanket and all, and patted his back with his broad, strong hand.
Tong Zhao nodded and then shook her head: "I was still half asleep... I felt someone touching me."
Shan Song kept rubbing Tong Zhao's back with his hands, his face showing some apology: "Sorry, I didn't wake you because you were sleeping so soundly. Are you feeling any better?"
"It's okay, I just didn't realize what was happening." Sniffing the lingering smell of medicine in the air, Tong Zhao realized what Shan Song had just been doing. She raised her arm to look at it and explained, "Actually, it just looks scary. You don't feel anything if you don't press it."
"Hmm." Shan Song gently tucked his arm back under the covers, patted him for a while, and only asked after feeling that Tong Zhao's heartbeat had completely returned to normal: "What did you say you were preparing on the phone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his heartbeat, which had just calmed down, started beating again. Before he could retract his hand, he could clearly feel the vigorous and powerful "thump-thump" rhythm in his palm becoming more and more intense.
"?" Dan Song raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Tong Zhao's small face, which was half-covered by the blanket.
The scrutinizing gaze from Shan Song made Tong Zhao's fingers tremble slightly. She gripped the blanket tighter, her eyes darting downwards, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, which was quite noticeable even in the dim light.
Dan Song's eyelids twitched. He felt that this child must have done something extraordinary, so he asked again in a very soft tone, "What are you preparing?"
After a long silence, Tong Zhao managed to squeeze out a barely audible sentence: "Just mark it..."
A mark? Dan Song looked at Tong Zhao's expression; this didn't seem like the reaction one would expect from someone being marked.
Does this child lack basic physiological knowledge? These things should be explained when the child is about to develop physiological functions. Is the child developing physiological functions late?
"Zhaozhao, do you know how to make a mark?"
Tong Zhao gave him a strange look. Who didn't know that?
"So what have you prepared?" Shan Song's eyes were complicated.
"..." Tong Zhao didn't know why this person was being so mean today. This was the third time this person had asked. Wasn't it his idea to prepare it himself?
Is it a lapse of humor or does Alpha always enjoy teasing people before being marked? Why do you keep asking him questions like this? Tong Zhao gave him a rare, slightly resentful look.
Dan Song felt an intense itch in his heart, completely captivated by that gaze. He beckoned to Tong Zhao, who had moved away slightly, and asked, "Zhao Zhao?"
Having no other choice, Tong Zhao leaned closer and rested her head on Shan Song's shoulder, indicating with her actions that she was preparing something. There was a rustling sound from under the covers, the sound of Tong Zhao unbuttoning her clothes.
Dan Song swallowed, now certain that Tong Zhao must have some misconceptions.
But he still didn't stop it; he had already said he wasn't a good person.
Dan Song let the omega in his arms move through the blanket until the sounds gradually subsided. Tong Zhao slowly lifted a corner of the blanket, moved herself out from inside, and stuffed herself into Dan Song's arms.
Dan Song instinctively caught the person with his hand, but this action seemed to make Tong Zhao a little embarrassed, so he simply stayed there without moving, like a little snail.
After a long while, Tong Zhao resumed her movements. The process was very slow, and just when Shan Song felt his patience was about to run out, Tong Zhao finally moved to a position that satisfied her.
Dan Song lowered his eyes. The omega was practically nestled in his arms, a soft, weightless ball. Dan Song felt he could lift him up with one hand.
Even after snuggling in, he wouldn't stay still. He stretched out his arm and hung it around Shan Song's neck, pressing his cheek against Shan Song's collarbone. Such a bold move made Shan Song's eyes turn dangerous. He grabbed Tong Zhao's waist with one hand and lifted him up, placing him on his lap.
"Shall we mark it now?" Shan Song heard himself say.
Even though she knew the omega in front of her had misunderstood something, she still said it.
Tong Zhao murmured a soft "hmm" in his arms, her eyelashes brushing against the skin of his Adam's apple, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation that seemed to seep into his bones, making it impossible for him to feel any relief.
Dan Song still wanted to give him another chance to change his mind, so he asked, "Do you really understand how to mark it?"
"Understood." Tong Zhao said this, then snuggled gently into his arms and slowly unbuttoned the remaining buttons with one hand.
"What exactly do you understand?" Shan Song closed his eyes. He heard his breathing gradually become heavier, intertwining with his heartbeat, like a grand symphony.
He could feel Tong Zhao's breathing getting closer, and his sensitive sense of touch around his eyes could almost feel the downy hair on his cheeks. His hand also touched Tong Zhao's collar.
"Alright." Shan Song called out, took Tong Zhao's hand, and pulled the blanket over to wrap Tong Zhao.
He then rolled over and pinned Tong Zhao down.
Looking at Tong Zhao's trembling eyelashes, he took a deep breath and said, "Zhao Zhao, just bite the back of her neck for a temporary mark."
"?" Tong Zhao slowly opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed.
Shan Song roughly rubbed his head, gritting his teeth: "What exactly has Zhao Zhao prepared?"
Tong Zhao was stunned, her expression as if she had crashed.
"Huh? You're so stupid." Shan Song slapped Tong Zhao on the head, still annoyed.
Like an old, dilapidated television set that barely started working again after being tapped a couple of times, Tong Zhao huddled under the covers and mumbled, "I know."
"What do you know?" Shan Song said irritably.
"...Mark the back of the neck." Tong Zhao emphasized softly but stubbornly, "It wasn't you who asked me to prepare it."
"I told you to prepare—" Shan Song recalled his instructions to Tong Zhao before the banquet, and a vein throbbed on his forehead: "What did you think I wanted you to prepare?"
Tong Zhao paused for a moment and muttered, "You can't just drug someone by biting the back of their neck..."
"..." You're quite good at adding drama to your own story!
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