Shan Song carried her to the large bed embroidered with traditional dragon and phoenix patterns. The red color made Tong Zhao even more radiant and incomparably beautiful. Her graceful figure was reflected in Shan Song's pupils as the candlelight flickered, making him feel as if he was intoxicated before he even drank.
"Wife." Shan Song knelt on the bed, his warm palm caressing Tong Zhao's face, gently brushing away the hair that was obscuring her vision: "Zhao Zhao will be my wife from now on."
Tong Zhao felt a strange palpitation under his deep gaze. It was as if a small fish was leaping in his chest, stirring up ripples of emotion and making his eardrums throb.
He heard the Alpha's deep, gentle voice, like a flowing stream, slowly ring in his ears: "Yesterday was too hasty. I'll make up for it by giving Zhaozhao a wedding night. If there's anything you're not satisfied with in the future, please give me your guidance."
Tong Zhao shook his head, wanting to tell him that he didn't think it was hasty, but his voice seemed to be choked up, and in the end he only gave a soft "hmm".
“I know Zhao Zhao trusts me and is willing to give herself to me. She also has her own ideas and judgments. There’s just one thing: Zhao Zhao never says anything.”
"I already told you," Tong Zhao retorted softly, frowning. He felt he was very honest; he would tell the truth whenever Shan Song asked him, and they often chatted. He also frequently shared his life with Shan Song. How could he be considered as not telling anything?
“It’s different. Zhao Zhao needs to give me more feedback.”
Shan Song cupped his face and said earnestly, "I'm not your boss. I only give orders and receive reports. Express some other emotions to me. What I say doesn't mean you have to obey it completely. You can ask questions, complain, or refuse. No reason is needed."
“My wife has the right to make requests of me, and I will try my best to meet them within my capabilities. Although my current capabilities are not enough to allow Zhaozhao to do whatever she wants, I will make sure that Zhaozhao can live a life where she doesn’t have to tolerate anyone as soon as possible.”
It's too early to say I love you, but this is my promise to you.
The earnestness in Shan Song's tone made Tong Zhao feel her heart skip a beat.
"Zhao Zhao, can you say yes?"
"Okay." Before Tong Zhao could even process what was happening, her mouth instinctively agreed.
"want--"
"You need to think about it carefully." Tong Zhao guessed what Shan Song was going to say and answered directly. Under Shan Song's helpless gaze, she reached out and held his hand: "I know. I will try to tell you my thoughts and feelings more often in the future. If I don't understand, I will ask. If I don't want to, I will refuse."
Seeing that he understood his meaning, Shan Song smiled and patted his head: "I will discuss things with Zhao Zhao more often in the future and express myself more clearly so that you won't make wild guesses and worry."
"..." This was an implication of his previous misunderstanding, wasn't it? Tong Zhao curled his lips: "Don't doubt me, I really didn't feel wronged. I listened to you willingly before."
"I know." Shan Song looked into Tong Zhao's beautiful eyes. He knew that even if Tong Zhao listened to everything he said, her trust in him would not change. She would probably still agree to all his requests in the future. This was Tong Zhao's nature; she would give her all to someone she trusted.
He didn't want to change any of these things; he just wanted to give Tong Zhao a promise that she had the right to refuse him at any time, and he would take responsibility for whether she accepted or refused.
As for how to make Tong Zhao understand this more deeply, Shan Song also had an idea in mind.
Shan Song bent down, picked up the two small cups of nuptial wine from the bedside, and asked Tong Zhao, "Is it safe to drink?"
Tong Zhao nodded.
Spicy liquid trickled down his throat, causing Tong Zhao to close his eyes briefly. His eyes were moist again, and when he opened them, they met Shan Song's gaze. His arms, which were still wrapped around Tong Zhao's, were not yet fully lowered when Shan Song reached out and gently wiped the corner of his eye.
The alcohol was potent, and Tong Zhao felt dizzy. The expression on the face in front of her was a little blurry, but even though she didn't say a word, the increasingly strong smell in the air showed her current mood. Tong Zhao blinked, trying to see more clearly, but Shan Song covered her eyes with his hand.
Tong Zhao paused for a moment. Of course, the wedding night should be a wedding night. Following his instincts, he turned his head and gently rubbed his cheek against Shan Song's palm.
As expected, I was pounced on and thrown into the soft blankets. The lights went out, leaving only flickering candlelight dancing in the air.
Dan Song's palm slid against her delicate skin, and her panting grew louder in the quiet bedroom.
Tong Zhao felt the candlelight casting swirling shadows, and tears welled up in his eyes again, blurring his vision with a layer of misty light.
With his vision obstructed, his other senses became clearer. Shan Song's broad hand grasped and caressed the protruding part of his ankle bone. After a moment, Tong Zhao felt a warm breath touch him briefly before pulling away, raising a small patch of goosebumps.
The pine tree seems unusually fierce today, even though it was so gentle yesterday...
The question was answered quickly.
As Tong Zhao buried her face in the pillow, she heard Shan Song behind her ask, "What's the deal with the picture?"
"Hmm!" Tong Zhao's voice was muffled: "...It's just an act, there's no... anyone else."
"Qin Siyuan is there," Shan Song stated calmly.
“That’s… my cheap older brother.” Tong Zhao took a quick breath and replied with difficulty, then explained, “I only saw the message after I boarded the plane.”
Shan Song still didn't react, as if he were being "punished".
Did he make any other mistakes? Tong Zhao pulled out a fragment from her memory: "I didn't sleep well on the plane."
The cold, ruthless voice that had been there before rang right next to my ear: "What's wrong? Didn't you have plenty of pheromones?"
"..." He was right. Before Tong Zhao could even mentally complain, she immediately said, "It's not pheromones, I missed you, I'm not used to it..."
"oh."
Just an "Oh?" Tong Zhao couldn't take it anymore. Her mind was racing, trying to think of ways to appease the Alpha. She resorted to pleading, "Please..."
The weak voice clearly indicated that she wasn't very comfortable saying such things: "I want a hug."
After a pause, Shan Song chuckled softly.
………………
Why isn't it working yet... Tong Zhao was on the verge of tears. What do you want?
In a daze, Tong Zhao finally had a flash of inspiration: "Husband—"
But before he could finish speaking, Shan Song became even more aggressive.
Tong Zhao held back for a while, and when she looked up again, her face was wet with tears. She quickly added during the brief pause, "Husband, I'm tired."
Shan Song finally looked up, a conspicuous smile on his lips.
Tong Zhao couldn't see it clearly, but he could sense the pleasure contained in the scent of blood and rust, so he pressed on: "My back aches, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep, how about tomorrow?"
Finally, he added, "Husband."
Dan Song finally stopped, a smile in his eyes: "Zhao Zhao will refuse?"
"...I understand."
Dan Song praised, "That's more like it."
Tong Zhao pursed his lips but didn't say anything. He was tired of saying the phrase "leading by example."
Dan Song scooped up the limp omega who had no strength left and gently kissed his sweaty forehead: "Don't be angry. I'm just making a good impression on you so I can let you rest during the journey in the future."
"..." That means he'll have to work even harder.
But Tong Zhao was too exhausted to argue. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and she fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.
Tonight, Dansong took care of the bath, skillfully wrapping me up, drying my hair, changing my clothes, and covering me with a blanket.
After getting ready, it was already 4 a.m. "I'm amazed this little omega can hold back," Shan Song thought maliciously. "If he still can't learn, I'll just have to do it a few more times."
Tong Zhao was unaware of what the person behind him was thinking. He was still frowning and clutching his waist in his sleep, but his body involuntarily continued to snuggle into the culprit's arms.
Dan Song chuckled at the teasing, and kindly reached out to take his awkward arm away, gently massaging his waist. Looking at his slightly relaxed but still pained little face, he thought to himself, "Fine, I'll let him off the hook tomorrow. Poor thing."
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