As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Zhao moved in response, and the physiological stimulation made Shan Song unable to help but groan.
The sexy panting almost made Tong Zhao let go, and with her face burning hot, she slowly conveyed a reassuring signal.
The original scent of blood and rust was not repulsive at all; instead, it exuded an alluring fragrance, guiding the little orchid to give more.
So that's what Shan Song felt before, Tong Zhao thought to herself.
The subtle changes that accumulate in the body day by day may go unnoticed once you get used to them, but when the soothing breath was transmitted to every part of her body, Shan Song clearly felt her body become much lighter, her restlessness was calmed, and then she was gently kissed to completely seal it away.
Ten minutes later, the pheromones that had been mingling in the room faded away.
Tong Zhao blinked blankly. What should she do next?
Dansong didn't move, and neither did he.
Dan Song chuckled softly, and Tong Zhao awkwardly relented.
Staring at the teeth marks he had left on the back of Shan Song's neck, Tong Zhao felt even more embarrassed. She hurriedly rinsed the saliva off the bite marks with the saline solution the doctor had left behind and then applied a medical barrier dressing.
Seeing that he was still cowering like a little quail after all that, Shan Song simply scooped him up on his lap: "Thank you, Zhao Zhao, my wife."
"……You're welcome."
Tong Zhao lifted her eyelids to take a careful look, hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end, concern prevailed over shame.
He asked, "Are you feeling any better?"
Shan Song nodded: "Much better, Zhao Zhao, don't worry. You won't hit anyone this time, even if you're angry."
Seriously though, this guy is really...
Tong Zhao was kissed on the forehead. Avoiding Shan Song's face, which was leaning closer, she said, "I didn't ask the doctor what precautions we should take after marking. Let's rest for a while first."
"Okay, let's go together." Shan Song picked Tong Zhao up in his arms.
"..." Okay.
Tong Zhao, lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes again: "I haven't told Qi Yan and the others about the cooperation yet."
"I already told them, and I even had them tell Jiang Li." Shan Song patted Tong Zhao: "Let's go to sleep."
Who is sick? Tong Zhao silently shrank into the blanket.
...
2 PM, rooftop of room number one.
Everyone stared in silence at the artificial mud pit created using the rooftop swimming pool as its setting.
Isn't it a bit cold to play this in this weather?
In response to the questions, the production team explained: "The equipment we prepared for everyone has excellent warmth retention, and equipment is also a very important part of the game."
Jiang Li had already circled around to the bulging thermal suit. No wonder they came up with a three-on-one game format. How could you even move in the mud wearing this?
Dan Song picked it up to feel its weight, then looked at Tong Zhao's small frame, and then looked at Qi Yan: Is this the game mission you planned?
Qi Yan frowned. Was the project he was reviewing like this?
The production team looked up at the sky, ignoring the mournful gazes of their own boss and others. They had revised it eight hundred times, and now that it was finally the first draft and had already passed censorship, it couldn't be changed any further...
Very good, a director with great ideas.
The director felt a chill run down his spine and, as if to cover it up, shouted through a megaphone, "Then the live broadcast this afternoon will begin. Everyone must be ready!"
"..."
"alright!"
The director looked at Jiang Li, the only one who spoke up in support of him, with emotion.
Jiang Li was very kind to him; she had already put on half of her clothes and even jumped around a bit, showing off how easily she could handle that weight!
No one really intended to make things difficult for the production team, so after a moment of silence, they all put on their bulky thermal suits.
Shan Song helped Tong Zhao slowly down into the mud pit. The mud pit was about one meter deep, with moderate resistance. The sun was shining brightly today, so the temperature didn't feel too cold.
Looking at the others, Jiang Li jumped in, splashing a lot of mud, and was having a fight with Rong Mo.
Qin Chong was indifferent to them, interacting with fans in the live stream. Geng Keli must have already smelled the pheromones on him and Tong Zhao, as he had been staring at them ever since they came out. Shan Song responded with a provocative smile.
Luan Yining frowned slightly, but still stepped into the mud at Qi Yan's invitation. Qi Yan whispered to him, "I won't let you get muddy. Just watch me win."
Seeing that all four groups were ready, the staff brought out trays and asked one person from each group to choose a token. There wasn't much to choose from, but each group unanimously sent their strongest member to keep the token.
"Hmph, bring it on!" Jiang Li said fiercely, but her momentum didn't last more than a few seconds before she almost lost her balance. She swung her arms around several times before Rong Mo helped her regain her footing.
"It's already collapsed before it's even been put down?" Qi Yan mocked.
“This is a strategic retreat!” Jiang Li glared at him, then turned to seek his approval: “Amo, don’t you think so?”
Rong Mo didn't even blink before blurting out, "Yes."
Jiang Li glared back confidently.
Qi Yan said calmly, "Oh, I've retreated."
!
Jiang Li instantly bristled, his anger rising rapidly. He knew it; what kind of person could make such a beauty angry? There was definitely something wrong with him. No wonder he had disliked this guy from the very beginning.
Jiang Li's gaze suddenly fell on the silent figure beside Qi Yan. Her eyes darted around, and before the game started, she moved affectionately next to Luan Yining: "A-Ning, look at him, he's laughing at me..."
"?" Jiang Li's action of holding Luan Yining's arm was extremely irritating. Qi Yan's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something but held back. He turned to look at Rong Mo: Don't you care about your wife?
Rong Mo ignored it.
"..." Is President Rong's opinion really that biased? Qi Yan had no choice but to turn his gaze back to Jiang Li.
This turn of events was even more shocking. Jiang Li buried her head in Luan Yining's elbow, saying, "Still glaring at me, waah, so fierce~"
"When do I glare—"
Luan Yining glanced at Qi Yan, who then fell silent.
Jiang Li felt it wasn't hurtful enough after she finished acting, so she added a few more lines: "I told you he had too bad a temper. A beauty like you deserves better. He's not good enough for you! It's normal that he doesn't have a wife even though he knows he's wrong. Look how long he endured it before he was exposed..."
Rong Mo acted at this moment, shielding Qi Yan for Jiang Li.
Qi Yan: "..." Why is he arguing with this couple?
Dan Song glanced at the tense atmosphere between the two sides and raised an eyebrow. What had happened at noon that he and Zhao Zhao didn't know about?
Seeing his wife staring intently at them, Shan Song lowered his head and whispered, "It's nothing, just joking around."
"I know." Tong Zhao could tell that neither of them was really angry, and whispered back to him, "Don't you feel that A-Li and Qi Yan's personalities are a little similar? But A-Li is a bit more mature than Qi Yan."
Mature? Dan Song raised an eyebrow. They're about the same, aren't they?
With Rong Mo's favoritism, Jiang Li chattered on and on. Just as Qi Yan was about to forcibly pull Jiang Li away, Luan Yining's lips suddenly curved up as if she couldn't help it.
"Alright, Ah Li, I apologize on his behalf." Luan Yining smiled and patted Jiang Li's head.
"No, no, it's all Qi Yan's fault!" Jiang Li wagged her tail and looked at Qi Yan smugly: You little brat! Has your wife ever touched your head?!
Is nobody going to do anything about this kid? Qi Yan was incredibly frustrated and secretly glanced at Rong Mo. How could you put up with this?
Rong Mo thought it was a good idea; his Ah Li was just so lovable.
Qi Yan decided to stop relying on him and take matters into his own hands. He was about to reach out and pull at the arm in front of him when he saw Luan Yining looking over again. This time, her gaze showed obvious disapproval. Qi Yan reluctantly withdrew his hand, muttering something under his breath.
No one heard him clearly, but Jiang Li, who had just "won a battle," read it aloud. She narrowed her eyes, walked past him arrogantly, and stepped on his foot: "You can't have a wife if you're mute!"
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