After the expensive gemstone was cut, there were still some scraps left. Tong Zhao didn't want to waste them, but he was too embarrassed to ask Aunt Yuan to make those strange chains. In the end, he asked Jiang Li for help, and was teased by him for several days.
Tong Zhao tried to explain to Shan Song, but due to nervousness or other emotions, what should have been a simple sentence became rambling and incoherent, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a long time.
The veins on the back of Shan Song's hand bulged, and the tape binding his elbow was stretched taut by his bulging muscles. His gaze was fixed on Tong Zhao. At this moment, the Alpha was completely oblivious to his wife's attempts to cover up her embarrassment, and he didn't care how the gift was made. His eyes followed the movement of the chain, sweeping over the beautiful lines of her body in front of him. His tongue slowly traced the edge of his lips and teeth, and his eyes were filled with even more danger.
Tong Zhao, who had been keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact from the beginning, naturally didn't notice anything amiss and continued talking to herself, "I really have developed chest muscles, although it was a quick process, but the shape is already very obvious, and so are my back muscles..."
As he spoke, he deliberately tensed up and imitated the fitness bloggers he had seen on short videos to demonstrate to Shan Song.
The tiny gemstones shone brilliantly on her silky skin under the light, and Shan Song squinted as if he were dazzled. Then Tong Zhao's eyes widened suddenly as Shan Song "uprooted" her.
adhesive tape?!
It's broken...
Is the quality really this bad? Before they could think any further, their hot breaths were about to melt each other. Tong Zhao had stopped talking at some point and was quietly holding onto Shan Song's stronger back, waiting for Shan Song to take the initiative.
Dan Song's kisses grew increasingly urgent, and Tong Zhao tilted her head back to accept them completely. Her ears turned bright red as her pheromones mingled. "Husband..." A little saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth before she could swallow, making her look exceptionally alluring.
He gently wiped the glistening tears from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then was lifted up and held in a sitting position. Tong Zhao moved slightly to cooperate. Shan Song liked to hug him from the front, whether actively or passively. Sure enough, the next second after he moved, Shan Song picked him up completely, pulling at their clothes as they walked towards the bathroom...
The chains on her body had become warm to the touch, slightly burning, but not as intensely hot as Shan Song's muscles. Tong Zhao was dizzy from the fumes, pinned against the bathroom wall, and the moment her loose casual pants fell down...
Dan Song swiftly withdrew and wrapped him up again.
Tong Zhao was stunned for a moment, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head.
Still wondering, her bare upper body skin was already wrapped tightly in a bath towel that Shan Song had casually torn off, leaving no gaps.
The autumn wind blew through the window onto his sweat-dampened back, bringing a shiver. The heat gradually dissipated, and Shan Song's eyes regained their clarity, but his voice was still hoarse: "It's a bit cold, let's go outside first."
"…………"
Oh, I forgot, my nanny is off today. I reminded him last night that the bathroom window needs to be opened for disinfection, and told him to remember to close it. He was so focused on his birthday present that he completely forgot about everything else...
But... we can't just stop like this, can we? Is this appropriate? Changing rooms won't change anything, Tong Zhao gave Shan Song a reproachful look.
As evening fell, a breeze stirred, and the rustling of leaves outside the window was faintly audible. In the quiet atmosphere, the sound was particularly clear, and the two stared at each other for a long time amidst this background noise.
Tong Zhao's displeasure was so obvious that Shan Song couldn't help but smile, his eyes crinkling, and he spoke first, "What kind of look is that, Zhao Zhao?"
Look at your disappointing look!
Tong Zhao didn't speak, but Shan Song miraculously understood what he meant. He still had a smile on his lips, pulled Tong Zhao's head out of the haphazardly wrapped bath towel, and kissed him: "To make it up to Zhao Zhao."
As she was carried out the door in another direction, Tong Zhao reached out and poked Shan Song's cheek, unable to resist asking, "What kind of compensation? Are we not continuing?"
"Don't rush."
There was no rush. Tong Zhao pulled her hand out of Shan Song's grasp and shrank back into the blanket.
Anyway, it's his birthday, so I'll do whatever he wants. Tong Zhao convinced herself that she didn't really want to, at most just a little bit...
After taking a few steps, Shan Song paused and suddenly turned a corner: "I almost forgot!"
Tong Zhao was puzzled, then watched as Shan Song skillfully opened the room where he hid his things, rummaged through all the trinkets he had painstakingly hidden, examined the contents of the cardboard box, and after a moment of scrutiny of Tong Zhao, Shan Song smiled enigmatically: "Zhao Zhao has really learned a lot of good things."
"..."
Sure enough, this person had already discovered it.
Tong Zhao, feeling a bit embarrassed and angry under his naked gaze, glared at him and growled in a low voice, "Are you coming or not?!"
Dan Song chuckled to himself, packed everything up, and, not daring to tease the shy little omega any further, simply said, "Let's go!"
He had originally wanted to ask where they were going, but Tong Zhao didn't want to talk right now, so he simply snuggled into Shan Song's arms like a quail. He was still harboring a little revenge in his heart. If they walked slowly, he would fall asleep, and then let Xiao Song handle it himself!
That's what he said, but Tong Zhao wasn't sleepy at all. Based on Shan Song's route, he quickly deduced the location he wanted to go. He remained calm on the surface, but his anticipation for the event that had just been forced to stop rose again, making him even more energetic.
"Is this silver?" Shan Song carefully placed the person on the edge of the hot spring, holding the chain on Tong Zhao's chest in his hand and asked.
This posture… Tong Zhao lowered her head, looking somewhat embarrassed at Shan Song, who was standing between her legs, completely submerged in water. Her eyes darted away, not daring to look at her for long. After a while, she softly hummed, “It’s okay, it can be restored. We can also change it. There’s also a platinum one that won’t change color—”
Hearing this, Shan Song no longer hesitated and pulled his impatient wife into his arms: "We'll change it later." Water splashed, and he got straight to the point: "Are you getting impatient?"
This time, Tong Zhao didn't refute, but gently bit Shan Song's neck: "...Mmm."
A whole night of compensation.
"How many times does this count?" Tong Zhao muttered to herself as she lay in bed, still thinking about her "debt".
"This doesn't count, have you forgotten? This is compensation for Zhaozhao." Shan Song didn't feel guilty at all, lying through his teeth to his confused wife.
Tong Zhao subconsciously felt something was wrong, but she couldn't resist Shan Song's persuasive words and finally agreed with a "Oh, okay."
Dan Song's smile widened.
Tong Zhao didn't notice and fell asleep instantly after speaking.
Gazing at his wife's sleeping face, Shan Song's eyes softened. He was exhausted by his wife's performance today. He really didn't expect that his Zhao Zhao, who had been so quiet and listless these days, would give him such a big surprise.
The oxidized and blackened chain, which had just been used, was neatly placed by Shan Song on the bedside. As his gaze swept over it, he could still picture the shy image of an omega wearing ornaments in the rising steam. Shan Song's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he felt that familiar thirst again.
Tong Zhao had already entered a deep sleep, her breathing slow and even, as if she were having a sweet dream, with a slight smile on her lips.
Shan Song's gaze shifted from Tong Zhao's face to the window, which was faintly glowing with white light; it was dawn.
He leaned down and whispered in Tong Zhao's ear, "Your birthday present, my husband really likes it."
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