Chapter 251 I Can Act

Yu Zhuo turned sideways, raised his eyelids and looked towards the door, and saw that the servant who had gone out earlier had not left yet, but was just standing at the door, maintaining a respectful attitude and spoke to him.

"What do you mean?" Yu Zhuo pressed the edge of the table with one hand, "You want to watch?"

The attendant bowed his head and said in a calm tone: "Sir, this is the will of His Majesty."

Yu Zhuo secretly rolled his eyes. This Tamo really tried every way to make people unhappy. There were many ways to force Zhou Yanshu to surrender, but he chose the one with the lowest probability of success without even thinking about it.

It just implicated Yu Zhuo.

He came here to increase Zhou Yanshu's love points, not to increase his blackening points.

But Tamo is the current mermaid king after all, and he never gives Yuzhuo a chance to refuse his orders.

Yu Zhuo felt embarrassed. He turned around again and casually picked up Zhou Yanshu's collar: "Did you hear that too? The king's order cannot be disobeyed. Take it off."

Zhou Yanshu felt cold all over as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back straight, holding on to the corner of the table next to him as if he had not heard Yu Zhuo's words.

Yu Zhuo is just a fragment of Zhou Yanshu's soul. He has no memory of that time and no feelings for Zhou Yanshu.

Now... Yuzhuo actually chose to join the same camp with Tamo?

Zhou Yanshu's thoughts were in a mess. His light silver eyes turned to the side and he heard Yu Zhuo's obviously impatient voice again.

"Hurry up."

Zhou Yan's masseter muscles were twitching, and the mermaid mask on his face had not been removed yet, pressing heavily on his face.

His fingertips paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and then unbuttoned his white shirt.

The cuffs of the shirt were specially decorated with lace fabric and dotted with several pearls. Zhou Yanshu moved slowly, and the light of the pearls flickered under the night light as he moved.

Yu Zhuo stood beside him, using his body to block Zhou Yanshu's open chest. As he approached, he turned off the incandescent light above the bridal room, leaving only a small night light at the bedside.

The servant standing at the door frowned upon seeing this, and the room inside suddenly became dark, and it was impossible to see the specific situation. However, the night light was on, and it could vaguely illuminate the specific situation beside the bed.

He remained silent for a moment.

Yu Zhuo tore off Zhou Yanshu's half-taped shirt and threw it at the foot of the bed.

Zhou Yanshu's naked upper body felt cold as soon as it was exposed to the air. Yu Zhuo glanced at him and unbuttoned his shirt.

The figures beside the bed overlapped, and the servant only saw the standing black shadow bending forward and approaching. He didn't know what happened, but a very short sound of resistance came from there.

"No……"

Yu Zhuo directly carried Zhou Yanshu by the waist and put him on the bed. He turned Zhou Yanshu over and made him face away from Yu Zhuo.

Yu Zhuo pressed his legs against his waist, and he pulled the quilt beside him, wrapping both of their bodies in it.

The servant was not so easy to fool. He could not escape his observation just by pretending. Yu Zhuo pressed Zhou Yanshu's thigh, he breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the belt from his waist and threw it to the ground.

There was a clear, crisp sound when the metal buckle on the belt fell to the ground, as if the pants had been taken off.

Yu Zhuo looked at the quilt wrapped around them, and his palm moved up along Zhou Yanshu's spine. After a while, he touched the obviously shriveled and dried gland at the back of Zhou Yanshu's neck.

He had been in a coma for hundreds of years, and had lacked the soothing and irrigation of pheromones for hundreds of years, so his glands had long since dried up.

Zhou Yanshu almost lost his mind the moment Yu Zhuo's fingertips touched the gland. He bit the surface of the pillow silently, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Yu Zhuo was lying on Zhou Yanshu's back from a distance: "Don't be afraid, just put on a show. I'm of a very low level and can't mark you at all."

Zhou Yanshu opened his eyes, there were already tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and the emotions in his silver eyes gradually calmed down.

Yu Zhuo moved his palm along Zhou Yanshu's neck. He touched Zhou Yanshu's earlobes, cheeks, and jawbone, and pressed up on his lips, causing him to loosen his lips and teeth that were biting the pillow.

"I'm going to bite your shoulder blade in a moment, you scream louder." Yu Zhuo whispered, "Okay?"

Half of his thumb was still between Zhou Yanshu's teeth. Zhou Yanshu's breathing became heavier and heavier. He hummed in a deep voice and Yu Zhuo withdrew his finger.

"Don't cheat me. If you dare to suddenly turn against me and sell me out, I will..." Yu Zhuo grabbed Zhou Yanshu's lower back threateningly.

Zhou Yanshu's expression changed slightly. He was silent for a moment and then said, "No... um!"

Yu Zhuo bit down without warning. It was not at the shoulder blade at all, very close to the gland, but not quite there, causing Zhou Yanshu to shudder.

When that suppressed yet extremely heavy cry rang out in the house, the servant smelled the pheromone scent gradually filling the room.

It wasn't a pleasant smell, a scent of bitter almonds, probably the pheromone from Yuzhuo, the cat.

The servant subconsciously covered his mouth and nose. The Alpha's pheromones had a threatening and aphrodisiac effect on the other Omegas.

Although Yuzhuo is not of high level, these increasingly concentrated pheromones can also have an effect on them.

Zhou Yanshu's glands were damaged, and he had already been permanently marked by other Alphas. Now Yu Zhuo was marking Zhou Yanshu with a strange mark before the mark was washed off, which might make this Omega's life worse than death.

After the initial scream, Zhou Yanshu stopped groaning. With the help of the night light beside the bed, the servants could only vaguely see the dim figures overlapping on the bed.

With a loud bang, Yu Zhuo knocked over the water cup beside him: "Get out, are you still going to watch from now on?"

There was anger in his voice, as if he was annoyed that his mark had not been successful.

The servant squinted his eyes and looked inside. Under the night light, he could only see a bulge in the bedding. He had no idea of ​​the specific situation inside.

"Sir, His Majesty says..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was hit in the face by the bitter almond pheromone that came from the room. The smell was really bad, and seemed to be mixed with poison gas, which made the servant's head sting.

Under the pressure of pheromones of this concentration, Zhou Yanshu, the paralyzed patient, had already lost his ability to resist.

He could not resist Yu Zhuo's mark on him.

The servant's body swayed, and he quickly changed the subject, stepped back a few steps and said, "I understand, sir. I wish you a happy marriage."

After he finished speaking, he quickly left and closed the door.

The smell of bitter almonds that filled the room was so unbearable that it was almost unbearable.

The people outside were still waiting for news. The attendant came out with a stern face and said to them, "He was marking, but failed. The one inside was screaming miserably."