Tong Zhao was forced to comfort the Alpha who was "disappointed" because of "unemployment" all night. When he woke up the next day, his eyelids were swollen. Shan Song knew he was in the wrong, so he leaned against the headboard and applied ointment to his eyes.
Neither of them had to work, and they were still snuggling together in bed at noon. Tong Zhao's head was resting against Shan Song's chest, which was soft and her palm could sink in when she pressed it, half-covering her fingertips. Looking at herself, Tong Zhao reached out and poked her; it wasn't thick at all.
Shan Song noticed his little action and felt a jolt from his chest from a muffled laugh, which made Tong Zhao extremely embarrassed and annoyed.
"Zhao Zhao has abs." Shan Song reached out and rubbed Tong Zhao's waist, making Tong Zhao shudder and turn his head to look at him accusingly.
Dan Song looked innocent and harmless as he leaned down and snuggled close to his wife: "Let's take a longer break this time. Do you want to exercise together?"
Tong Zhao blinked, her eyes filled with suspicion.
Dan Song chuckled: "Focus on proper training."
"..." Tong Zhao didn't fall into his trap and turned to ask, "How long will you be resting this time?"
Shan Song took Tong Zhao's hand and compared it to his own: "Let's rest until after the New Year. We won't schedule any work before then, okay?"
Tong Zhao nodded without hesitation.
"Aren't you going to ask why?"
Tong Zhao looked up and asked, "Isn't it because you're dealing with the Zhou family and are worried about my safety?"
Dan Song raised an eyebrow in approval: "My wife is really smart!"
Tong Zhao smiled shyly, nestled into Shan Song's arms, rested her chin on her hand, and asked, "What about you? Zhou Muyuan called this morning, but I didn't answer."
"No need to answer." Shan Song lifted the man up and pulled him onto his waist, making him sit on his lap. "We've already broken off relations. I deliberately provoked him yesterday so he could find an excuse to kick me out of the Zhou family."
“We have now completely severed ties with the Zhou family, so for safety reasons, Zhao Zhao will have to stay at home with me for the next two months.”
Tong Zhao understood and gave an OK sign: "No problem."
Shan Song stared at Tong Zhao's beautiful face, which showed no objection whatsoever. After a moment, he turned his head and sighed helplessly.
"Are you kidding? How could we bear to confine our Zhaozhao to such a small place?"
Tong Zhao was puzzled. Were we going to the manor again?
The question was quickly answered.
Dan Song whispered in his ear, "Let's go to the island and make up for our honeymoon."
Seeing the omega's surprised expression, Shan Song patted his head: "This time we'll go by private jet, just the two of us."
"When are we going?" Tong Zhao's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward to get closer to Shan Song.
"The flight route has been applied for. Zhao Zhao, when would you like to go? Anytime is fine." Shan Song gave Tong Zhao the choice.
Tong Zhao thought for a moment: "Can we bring the little birds? Will they be able to get used to it?"
Dan Song blinked: "I remember they were tropical birds?"
"...It seems so."
Tong Zhao and Shan Song looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Maybe it brought the little bird home," Shan Song said with a smile.
The next day, the two set off for the island with the little bird.
"Uncle Tie can even fly a plane? He's so steady, he's amazing!" Tong Zhao exclaimed.
Dan Song raised an eyebrow: "I can too, Zhao Zhao, would you like to sit?"
Tong Zhao looked shocked: "Really? That's so cool!"
Dan Song was pleased to hear his wife praise him: "There are helicopters on the island, I'll take you there in a bit."
"Can I learn it?"
Shan Song pulled Tong Zhao along, saying, "Of course, I'll let you experience it first, and then we'll find a professional to teach you when we get back to China."
The tropical island has a year-round temperature of no less than 20 degrees Celsius, making it a pleasant climate for birds. The two little birds are at a lively age and fly around every day until they are tired or hungry before returning home. Dan Song is afraid that they will run away, so he specially tied them with tracking rings and assigned someone to keep an eye on them.
"These are our eldest son and eldest daughter; we cannot afford to lose them."
With a serious expression, Shan Song said that ordinary people couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious. They all looked at the boss's two precious little birds with the attitude of carrying out an important mission.
Tong Zhao chuckled to herself, thinking how tough it must have been for the bodyguard.
When Shan Song turned around, he saw his wife mocking him. She reached out and pinched his face gently: "I remember Zhao Zhao's fever period was just recently on her medical report?"
Tong Zhao: "!"
How did you end up getting yourself into trouble?
With no one to disturb them on the island, Tong Zhao and Shan Song returned to the room where they had first marked each other. Certain scenes from their memories surfaced in their minds, and when they looked at each other, they felt as if the air was filled with the pink bubbles of that day.
The atmosphere was warm and familiar, but the mood was completely different. Tong Zhao hadn't calculated whether she liked him more or less for a long time. Looking at the deep emotions in Shan Song's handsome eyes, Tong Zhao felt that she didn't need to ask anymore.
Love, like the uncontrollable pheromones at this moment, poured out through every pore of her body. Dan Song's heart pounded like a drum, and the omega during her heat was especially alluring and bold, as proactive as a seductive siren.
He hooked his arm around Shan Song's neck and then hooked his leg around Shan Song's waist. He felt the hand behind him suddenly tighten, as if it were an iron band around his waist, the most dangerous yet the safest place.
Tong Zhao's eyes were open and honest: "Husband, can you mark me?"
Pheromones are like invisible little tentacles, stirring restlessly under the owner's conscious command, sending out enthusiastic courtship signals. It is both a physiological instinct and Tong Zhao's most sincere expression of love.
Dan Song's breathing became heavier, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "How does Zhao Zhao want to be marked?"
Tong Zhao's eyes were clear: "A lifelong mark, is that alright?"
Shan Song didn't speak, but stared intently at the face in front of him, as if trying to etch the whole person into his heart.
Tong Zhao seemed impatient and leaned in to kiss his lips: "Let's mark him for life. You said I could make requests, husband."
At this moment, his mind was quick. Shan Song's thoughts were pulled a little away by his words, returning to the promise he made that night. After a moment, he came back to his senses and solemnly said, "I love you."
Tong Zhao's eyes flickered, and a particularly proud smile appeared on her lips: "I know, I love you too."
"My darling Zhao Zhao, my wife." Shan Song brushed a strand of Tong Zhao's hair away, the strand kissing his eyebrows, nose, and lips, before falling from his palm to Tong Zhao's warm hand, which slid down his neck to his chest and waist...
The areas where their skin touched began to burn, and then the heat spread throughout their bodies. During the three-day fever period, Tong Zhao felt like the small boat that had been surfing a few days earlier, swaying and drifting in the warm seawater.
Every time he thought he was about to be overturned by the crashing waves, Shan Song, the experienced helmsman, would always pull him back and guide him back onto the correct course.
The last time Tong Zhao was conscious, she was being held on Shan Song's lap. The two of them, who had just gone through intense exercise, were still breathing heavily. Shan Song's bare upper body was clearly defined, and when you touched his muscular arms, you could even feel the pulsating power within them.
With a focused expression, Shan Song wrapped the two of them in a thin blanket. Tong Zhao stared at Shan Song with fascination, then suddenly stuck out her tongue and gently licked a bead of sweat that had rolled down Shan Song's chin.
Dan Song paused, his gaze shifting to Tong Zhao. He caught a glimpse of crimson on the tip of Tong Zhao's tongue being drawn back to the corner of her lips. His eyes darkened instantly. The blanket he had just wrapped himself in was pressed under his body and soon became soaked with sweat again.
The night is still long...
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