After muttering to himself, Tong Zhao crawled under the covers and fell silent. Looking at the bulge beneath him, Shan Song felt that the child was harboring a lot of resentment, as if it were a silent protest against his directness.
Shan Song had long known that Tong Zhao was a man of ideas, but now it seemed that it was more than just that. He could tell that the child's obedience was only on his face, and that his mind was full of schemes.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Shan Song's first reaction was not joy at Tong Zhao's initiative, nor anger at his presumption, but rather deep concern for this little omega.
He trusted himself too much; even if he misunderstood his intentions, he would still do as he was told without even asking a simple question.
This trust actually began when they first met and were choosing a wedding. Even though he knew nothing and didn't ask about Shan Song's situation, he seriously went to choose a wedding after Shan Song told him. He didn't get any real benefits, but he believed Shan Song's promise. He said he would give it a try and he really thought it through and expressed his feelings. He didn't worry that Shan Song was just joking.
Back then, Shan Song would laugh at the kid for being so naive and easily fooled, but now he finally felt the effects of the boomerang in his interactions with Tong Zhao. He began to regret saying that they had their own rhythm, which was pure nonsense. This kid not only believed everything he was told, but his execution was also top-notch.
He doesn't mind the relationship developing quickly, but now it's progressing so rapidly, he's afraid that Tong Zhao might not think things through and then regret it later.
Dan Song pinched his brow hard, looking somewhat troubled. He had truly encountered a situation where he couldn't quite grasp the right balance.
Taking a deep breath, Shan Song refocused his gaze on the omega under the covers and gently poked him: "Zhao Zhao, let's talk."
Tong Zhao didn't respond, and if I'm not mistaken, he even twitched slightly.
It seems she's... sulking? She's even getting angry at this point. Shan Song doesn't know whether to sigh or be happy for this little pushover.
He felt like he had a precious but mischievous cat. The large enamel vase in his collection was smashed, famous paintings were deliberately trampled on with plum blossom marks, and brocade and silk were torn into tassels for the cat to play with. It was a complete mess, but his main concern now was how to coax the kitten hiding under the sofa out.
The only difference is that Tong Zhao is not mischievous; on the contrary, she is a well-behaved yet troublesome little "troublemaker."
A hint of seriousness appeared between Shan Song's brows. After thinking for a while, he adjusted his expression to one that wouldn't frighten anyone but was appropriate for conversation. He bent down and peeled Tong Zhao's round head like a lychee.
He first sighed, "Why are they so obedient?"
Without waiting for Tong Zhao's reaction, she turned his face and pinched it twice in frustration: "I told you to prepare, so you prepared. Have you thought it over carefully?"
Tong Zhao turned her eyes away from him, her face flushed slightly from being suffocated, and her voice was a little muffled as her cheeks were pinched: "I've thought about it, and I think it's okay."
"Then think about it some more. Just think about yourself and don't think about anything else. Are you really ready to be with me? Or would you rather spend more time together and try it out?" Shan Song coaxed him gently, trying to get him to give the latter answer.
But Tong Zhao's eyes were firm, and she opened her mouth to reply, but Shan Song covered her mouth to stop her, his tone a little stern: "Think it over carefully!"
"..." Fine, you can be fierce and you can decide what to do.
Tong Zhao was forced to concentrate and think for a while, and only turned his gaze away when he felt that he could satisfy this person: "I've thought it through."
Dan Song still had doubts.
"..." He doesn't believe it at all. He's not a child. Tong Zhao was a little unconvinced: "You've really thought it through."
He closed his eyes briefly, and even though he already knew the answer, Shan Song still asked with a glimmer of hope, "Are you still willing?"
Tong Zhao nodded affirmatively.
Dan Song sighed, realizing that this child had definitely not been paying attention in his sex education class!
He controlled his tone and tried to be patient as he spoke: "The dependency of temporary marking is different from the dependency of binding. Temporary marking is already very difficult to remove after multiple times. With binding, you are no different from being bound to me. Do you understand all of this?"
Shan Song insisted on explaining things to him, and Tong Zhao could feel the man's good intentions. He sighed softly, "...I understand." He paused and then added, "I got a perfect score in my junior high physiology class."
Dan Song was speechless, his head bowed as he pondered the complexities of human nature.
Tong Zhao slowly rolled his eyes left and right, then fluttered his eyelashes a few times. He was being questioned repeatedly by this person, and he didn't seem as shy as he had been at the beginning. Shan Song wasn't teasing him, nor was it the evil instinct of an Alpha acting up; he was simply worried about him.
There's just one problem. This person seems to lack confidence in the fact that he's a good person. He insists on being wary of him to feel at ease, even though he's clearly a good person. He always considers his feelings and respects his opinions. He's such a gentleman that since their reunion, he has strictly controlled his pheromones every time they meet. So far, he hasn't smelled even a trace of Dansong pheromones overflowing.
Therefore, Tong Zhao was certain that all her emotions were real, because of this person, and not some kind of illusion caused by pheromones.
When he looked up again, Shan Song's brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was still trying to convince himself.
But Tong Zhao's gaze did not linger there. His eyes followed Shan Song's straight nose to his jawline, then down his well-defined neck, and stared for a long time at the spot where Shan Song's chest muscles were faintly visible after he had just unbuttoned two buttons.
Dan Song was so engrossed in his thoughts that, given his usual keen perception, he should have noticed Tong Zhao's gaze long ago. He might even have teased him with a joke or two, waiting to see him blush. And he always kept the degree of teasing under control, satisfying his own wicked sense of humor without making Tong Zhao too embarrassed or indignant.
Tong Zhao's lips curled up slightly. He thought for a moment, then pulled the blanket back a little, enough to stretch out his arms. As he sat up, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Shan Song's neck while Shan Song's astonished gaze swept over him.
Tong Zhao is actually not used to making eye contact with people. In his mind, prolonged eye contact is a sincere and private act, a spiritual kiss without physical contact.
Eyes can often reveal a person's true nature. Making eye contact is like exchanging your most genuine and hidden emotions with the other person. But he always felt that Shan Song's eyes seemed to have a vortex inside them. Not only could he not see Shan Song's true emotions, but if he looked at them for too long, he would easily be drawn into them.
However, Tong Zhao still felt that it would be more credible if he made eye contact with Shan Song when he was about to say something. It didn't matter if he couldn't see Shan Song clearly, as long as Shan Song could see him.
Tong Zhao composed herself, pursed her lips, and said, just like when she recited her wedding vows, "Shan Song, I do."
Dan Song's pupils dilated as he saw Tong Zhao's beautiful lips opening and closing in front of him.
“I’ve thought it through very clearly. I don’t trust you for no reason; it’s because you’re trustworthy, and I can feel that you’re doing this for my own good. Besides, I’ve also considered myself. I like you more and more, and I know that even if you don’t like me anymore in the future, you definitely won’t treat me badly, given your character.”
"If it's not good, I'll sell the ring I gave you; it'll be enough for me to live on for the rest of my life."
After saying that, Tong Zhao waved the ring on her hand in front of him, trying to show him that he wouldn't lose out no matter what.
Is this little broken stone enough to satisfy you? Shan Song stared at the omega in front of him for a long time, sighed, and reached out to hug him in response: "Zhao Zhao, are you love-struck?"
Isn't this person someone who doesn't use the internet? He didn't even know about the "plastic couple" before. Tong Zhao suddenly lost focus.
Shan Song added, "Keep the ring. You can use it to crack walnuts when you're angry. The Shan family has a fund that regularly sends you money. I'll earn more so that Zhao Zhao can squander it for several lifetimes."
After a long pause, Shan Song suddenly pulled Tong Zhao closer, his arms bulging with veins, and his grip on Tong Zhao's waist showed no sign of loosening: "Zhao Zhao, I'll ask you one last time, are you really sure?"
"..." Tong Zhao leaned over and kissed Shan Song's earlobe, as a return gesture for the kiss in the lounge, which made his waist tighten a little more.
Then she rested her head directly on Dan Song's shoulder and hugged him tightly: "I've thought it through. Actually, I've also thought about spending more time together, but there's no pheromone influence before the marking."
Tong Zhao pouted and said, "Judging from your current expression, if you tell me later, you definitely won't believe me even more."
Shan Song understood what he meant. If they marked each other, it would be easy for them to mistake the temporary physical dependence for a change in their relationship. Tong Zhao didn't want him to misunderstand, so he had made this decision after careful consideration.
The child was very clear-headed; it was he who was thinking more.
Seeing that he didn't make any further move, Tong Zhao urged him softly, "You don't want to?"
His response was a sudden flip and a press down without hesitation.
Tong Zhao felt her nose instantly filled with an overwhelming scent of blood and rust. The orchid pheromones were not to be outdone, tightly enveloped by the familiar blood and rust pheromones, intertwining and lingering intensely...
In his daze, Tong Zhao vaguely heard a hoarse, desire-filled voice whisper in his ear, "I'm willing."
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