The scent of pheromones mingling in the room hadn't faded yet. Shan Song held the omega in his arms and gazed at the fresh bite marks on the back of his neck for a while before gently brushing aside the hair on his forehead: "Zhao Zhao."
“…Mmm.” Tong Zhao’s eyelids were a little droopy, but she still responded in a hoarse voice.
He's so docile it melts your heart. It seems like he'll accept whatever you do to him. Even when he's exhausted, he just stares at you with his wet eyes, making you feel guilty even if you want to bully him a little more.
Others may not know, but Shan Song felt that he was about to have a conscience.
He gently touched Tong Zhao's cheek, got off the bed, bent down, and gently lifted the curled-up little omega into his arms. It was even lighter than he had expected.
Exhausted and sleepy, Tong Zhao barely opened his eyes a crack and saw Shan Song wearing a wrinkled shirt, holding him while he was completely naked.
Suddenly regaining consciousness, Tong Zhao shyly buried her head in Shan Song's chest.
But then he touched the person's still-warm skin, and the burning sensation brought back some of the passionate images from just moments before. He felt a sudden surge of heat, as if his entire CPU was about to burst into flames.
Dan Song sensed his movement, glanced down at him, and saw that his earlobes were bright red. He chuckled softly, his voice not loud, but the tremor in his chest was particularly noticeable.
Tong Zhao's toes twitched, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on Shan Song's arm.
Awakened by certain memories, Shan Song's eyes darkened. He grabbed a blanket, wrapped the person in it, and carried them into the bathroom.
With one arm around Tong Zhao, Shan Song leaned over to test the water temperature in the bathtub. Once he felt it was comfortable, he placed Tong Zhao inside and whispered, "Are you alright by yourself?"
Tong Zhao nodded.
"The bath salts or essential oils are in the cabinet, within easy reach."
"Hmm." Tong Zhao turned her head away, not daring to look Shan Song in the eye.
Dan Song didn't embarrass him anymore, and leaned in to kiss his forehead: "Call me when you're done washing up."
Tong Zhao bit her lip and waited for the shadow in front of her to move away before she dared to turn her head and sneak a peek at Shan Song's back. Shan Song did not leave the bathroom, but stood under the shower not far away, casually rinsing himself.
He tilted his head back, letting the water flow over his face, tracing the lines of his well-defined muscles. His lean and muscular upper body glistened with water, making Tong Zhao unconsciously swallow.
The well-defined knuckles of his hand glided smoothly over every part of his body, just as they had just touched him, with the same heat and pressure...
The water was being rinsed very quickly. Before Tong Zhao could even react, the man had already reached up and rubbed his forehead back, then turned off the water valve and shook his head lightly. His casual and natural movements were full of a wild beauty, making Tong Zhao unconsciously think of the man's heavy breathing just now.
Just looking at Tong Zhao made her face flush again. She lowered her head to avoid Shan Song's gaze. The steam made Tong Zhao's already hot face feel like a steamed bun that had been in a steamer for more than ten minutes, almost cooked.
Tong Zhao only began to relax after Shan Songren had left the bathroom for a while, and gradually became drowsy in the warm water.
When Shan Song entered the bathroom again, this was the scene he saw: the omega's profile was serene, her neck tilted as she leaned against the edge of the bathtub, revealing the delicate and graceful curve of her neck. Her fair and slender body was stretched out, her arms casually draped in front of her, her posture languid as if it were a carefully designed photograph, or like Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale.
An ordinary corner of the bathroom was transformed into a high-quality art gallery because of his presence.
Dan Song stared at her for a long time, then suddenly came to his senses, quickly walked over to check the water temperature, and then swiftly and gently scooped his sleeping muse out of the water, wrapped her in a towel and dried her off.
The room was no longer comfortable to sleep in, but thankfully the villa is regularly maintained, and Shan Song has already made up the bed in the other bedroom.
After changing him into his pajamas and tucking him into the soft blankets, leaving only his head wrapped in a towel exposed, Shan Song sat on the edge of the bed and carefully dried his hair with the heater on.
Tong Zhao slept soundly, and with Shan Song's careful movements, she was not disturbed at all.
Dan Song was very satisfied. He reached out and gently ruffled Tong Zhao's fluffy soft hair, then lifted the blanket and hugged Tong Zhao from behind. He lightly rubbed his nose against the glands on the back of Tong Zhao's neck, nestled comfortably to her side, and closed his eyes contentedly.
...
Tong Zhao was awakened by thirst in the middle of the night.
Tong Zhao felt a burning pain in her throat, perhaps because she hadn't replenished her fluids after becoming dehydrated.
After falling asleep, he was almost completely locked in Shan Song's arms, with no gap between their bodies. To get up, he would have to move himself out first. Tong Zhao groggily reached for the arm around his waist, but as soon as he made a move, the sleepy Shan Song pulled him back.
"What's wrong?" Shan Song's voice was sleepy as he whispered in Tong Zhao's ear, his warm breath making Tong Zhao's ear twitch.
Tong Zhao's voice was hoarse: "I'm thirsty, I'll go get some water."
"I'll go." Shan Song sat up, pressed Tong Zhao back into bed, and strode out.
Soon, Shan Song returned to the bedroom, placed a small thermos on the bedside table, helped Tong Zhao sit up, and brought a cup of still steaming water to his lips: "I've tried it, it's not hot."
Tong Zhao was supported by the waist and leaned against Shan Song. He held the cup with both hands and gulped it down, showing that he was really thirsty.
Dan Song put the cup down and casually pulled out a tissue to wipe the water stains from Tong Zhao's lips: "Do you still want to drink?"
"That's enough." Tong Zhao was still dazed, and her reaction was slower than usual. Her voice became soft again after being moistened by the warm water.
Dan Song pressed a kiss to his forehead, following his posture: "Then sleep."
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Tong Zhao back into his arms. Tong Zhao naturally snuggled into his embrace, her breath filled with the comforting scent of Alpha pheromones. Her eyelids gradually drooped, and she fell asleep again.
The next day, Tong Zhao woke up around noon. The curtains blocked out the light well, and the room was so dim that it was hard to tell whether it was day or night. She looked around but couldn't find Shan Song, but his pheromones were still very strong.
He slept very well. When Tong Zhao woke up, he felt no discomfort except for a slight soreness in his lower back. He took a sniff and thought that the pheromones in the room should not be so abundant after a night, unless Shan Song had deliberately released them to soothe him early in the morning.
Omegas who have just been marked always need a lot of pheromones to soothe them. This little detail really touched Tong Zhao's heart. He lifted the covers and was just thinking of getting out of bed to look for someone when Shan Song pushed the door open and came in.
"Awake? Perfect timing to eat something before going back to sleep."
"I'm not sleepy anymore." Seeing him reminded Tong Zhao of last night, and she felt a little embarrassed.
"Okay, let's go eat then." Shan Song opened his arms, gesturing for Tong Zhao to come closer.
Tong Zhao pursed her lips, wanting to say no, but she still gave in to Shan Song's expectant gaze.
Dan Song picked up the person, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. He then gently lifted the person and carried them to the dining table.
"I made a simple meal. Would you prefer Chinese or Western food?"
Tong Zhao is fine as long as there's food, she's not picky: "Anything is fine."
"Then try a little of everything. I learned this from Aunt Lin, and it should taste pretty good. Tell Aunt Lin which one you like when you get back, and I'll make it according to your taste from now on."
"good."
After a moment, Tong Zhao looked helplessly at her overflowing plate and said in a soft voice, "Don't keep putting food on my plate, you should eat some too."
Dan Song pinched Tong Zhao's thin cheeks: "You're too thin, eat more."
"We have to take it one step at a time, I'm already really full," Tong Zhao complained, patting her stomach.
The action was rather cute, and Shan Song's heart stirred with desire. After some restraint, he reached out and rubbed the boy's little belly, rubbing it again and again until the boy's ears turned bright red before finally showing mercy and saying, "Give it to me if you can't finish it."
"..." It seems that after being marked, this person's perverse sense of humor became even more unrestrained.
After finishing their brunch, Shan Song held Tong Zhao on his lap and continued to release pheromones. Tong Zhao felt like he was being marinated, so he pushed Shan Song away and said, "That's enough. Actually, you don't need so much."
Shan Song ignored him and instead said, "I have to leave first in a bit."
"I'm a little reluctant to part with it." Shan Song buried his head in Tong Zhao's chest.
"..."
It turns out last night wasn't a hallucination. Tong Zhao blinked, a little amused. After being marked, Shan Song was even more clingy than him.
I reached out and hugged his head, patting it a couple of times; it felt a little prickly.
This is such a stark contrast.
Tong Zhao couldn't help but laugh.
Shan Song noticed the laughter, looked up with some dissatisfaction, and covered his mouth with a kiss: "Wait until we get home."
"..." Tong Zhao tried to salvage the situation: "I'll miss you too."
"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
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