Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Unspeakable Grievances
In the lounge.
Song Yuqiao took off his coat and sat on the edge of the bed, his posture upright and elegant. A faint blush appeared on his cold, pale face, and his facial expression was cold.
Whether it was the high-frequency heartbeat, the heavy breathing, the muscles that bulged out of his white shirt, or the hideously protruding blue veins, they all fully exposed the fact that he was not calm and composed as he appeared.
Song Jianan stood in front of him at a loss, not knowing whether he should kiss Song Yuqiao first or take off Song Yuqiao's clothes first.
Then Song Yuqiao ordered coldly: "Jia Jia, take off your clothes."
Song Jianan's eyelashes trembled, his eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Song Yuqiao. When he met his cold gaze, he quickly lowered his head.
Although he felt indescribable awkwardness and embarrassment, he still did as he was told.
Two cold gazes fell on him without any concealment, and his movements became slower and slower.
My hands kept shaking.
Song Yuqiao didn't urge him. He stared at him without saying a word, his eyes becoming more and more terrifying.
The more obedient Song Jianan was, the more intense the rage that surged in his chest, almost making him lose his mind.
As the number of clothes on the ground increased, pheromones continued to fill the not-so-spacious enclosed space madly.
A thin layer of mist covered the furniture in the lounge.
Song Jianan stopped and couldn't help wanting to cover his face with his hands. He moved them, but they just hung down at his sides.
He felt like a piece of merchandise displayed in a window, being scrutinized unscrupulously by a pair of eyes.
It's embarrassing.
But he knew that he shouldn't and couldn't refuse.
He was going to sleep with Song Yuqiao, so there was nothing wrong with taking a look before going to bed.
Song Yuqiao's sight was glued to a dazzling white, the coldness in his eyes being burned by the fire.
He strained his Adam's apple, his voice hoarse, still without a trace of extra emotion, as he coldly reminded Song Jianan: "It's not completely taken off yet."
Song Jianan looked up at him, his dark, watery eyes filled with resistance.
But Song Yuqiao just looked at him coldly, and there was no sign that he had ever tried to save the relationship when Song Jianan had given up.
Song Jianan had to take off the last bit of white.
Delicate and pink.
very beautiful.
Very cute too.
Song Yuqiao half-closed his eyes and said in an unclear tone: "Jia Jia, come here."
Song Jianan walked up to him, but didn't dare to stand too close, otherwise he might hit Song Yuqiao in the face.
Song Yuqiao reached out and touched it, his fingertips gently stroking it.
Song Jianan tensed up instantly.
It feels like a small electric current running through it, making you feel tingling and numb.
The unprecedented feeling made him anxious and uneasy, and his dark eyes gradually became moist.
Song Yuqiao withdrew his hand, but did not intend to let him go.
He grabbed Song Jianan's wrist and pulled it down, and Song Jianan slid down uncontrollably.
Song Yuqiao looked down at him, and the sense of oppression became even worse. He uttered two ruthless words: "Untie."
Song Jianan did as he was told with trembling hands.
His eyes suddenly widened in shock.
Perhaps he had already anticipated what Song Yuqiao was going to do. He raised a frightened face and looked at Song Yuqiao with pleading and pitiful eyes.
Song Yuqiao touched his face, then pinched his slightly open lips. His narrow eyes were terribly dark, and the hidden madness kept encouraging and urging him.
Jia Jia's lips are so beautiful, she was born to eat his food.
Jia Jia must be very beautiful like that.
Since you want to be his lover, why don’t you take the initiative to eat?
How dare you refuse!
Song Jianan felt his heart numb when he was stared at by him, and his fear reached its peak. He held onto Song Yuqiao's knees, trying to escape from Song Yuqiao's control.
But he was suddenly pushed down by a huge force, and his face hit him head-on, causing the tip of his nose to hurt.
Song Yuqiao lowered his eyes to look at him and asked softly, but that tone made Song Jianan even more afraid: "Jia Jia, do I need to take the initiative?"
Song Jianan's eyes sparkled with tears, and he said, half crying, "No need, I will be obedient."
Song Yuqiao patted his head as a reward.
Song Jianan stretched out his trembling hand, closed his eyes, and crystal tears slid down his cheeks.
The palm of his hand at the back of his head moved down to his fragile neck, scratching the porcelain white skin from time to time.
The hand suddenly stopped moving and pressed on the back of the slender white neck with force in the palm of its hand.
After a long time, Song Jianan took out a tissue from the bedside, bent down to wipe it, and just as he wiped it clean, his chin was lifted up and he was forced to look up. His eyes were blurred with tears, his lips were bright red, and there was a cut at the corner of his lips. When his lips were slightly opened, they emitted a cold smell of pheromones, which was very pitiful.
Song Yuqiao stared at him for a while, his Adam's apple moving a few times, and he wiped the tears from his face with the tip of his thumb. He patted his face gently and said, "Go rinse your mouth. There's a bottle of water in the drawer."
Song Jianan had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, and his skin was tender. When he stood up, his knees were bruised and a little painful.
When rinsing your mouth, the water washes over your mouth, and there is a painful feeling that feels like it has been rubbed for a long time.
He frowned, endured the pain, rinsed his mouth clean, and then stood in front of Song Yuqiao again.
Song Yuqiao gently pulled his wrist and pulled him into his arms.
Song Jianan almost screamed, but his lips were blocked and a slight chill penetrated him.
A hand was placed on his waist, forcing his body into a very beautiful curve.
Song Yuqiao could hold it with one hand, and as the kiss gradually deepened, his fingertips were wrapped with cold pheromones, caressing it neither lightly nor heavily.
Song Jianan felt dizzy and could hardly keep up with Song Yuqiao, allowing Song Yuqiao to dictate his pace.
Her jade-white skin looked as if it had been dyed in a pile of rouge, and it was pink and white, and it was eye-catching in Song Yuqiao's palm.
The body was hot, but because of the pheromones filled with an icy aura surging throughout the room, the surface of the skin was slightly cold, it was like a world of ice and fire.
As the owner of pheromones, Song Yuqiao has long been accustomed to it.
Just when Song Jianan's mind was in a state of confusion, Lin Zhu's voice suddenly came from outside.
Song Jianan suddenly woke up, like a frightened rabbit, his body tensed as if he was about to run away in the next second.
Song Yuqiao's eyes flashed with displeasure at being interrupted, but instead of stopping, he kissed her even more forcefully.
Song Jianan soiled Song Yuqiao's shirt out of fear.
He was stunned, his brain working slowly, and it took him a while to realize what had happened.
He pursed his lips and looked at Song Yuqiao uneasily. He couldn't tell anything, but he probably wasn't angry.
Song Jianan breathed a sigh of relief, and his vision suddenly turned around. He was placed on the gray bed sheet.
Song Yuqiao held him and kissed him for a while before letting go and standing up.
Song Jianan watched him pull open the quilt of the same color as the bed sheet to cover his body, took out a tissue and wiped it briefly, put on his coat, buttoned it up, opened the door and strode out.
There was a door between us, so I couldn't hear what was being said outside.
Song Jianan lay on the bed, his mind full of random thoughts.
You don't have to worry about having nowhere to stay tonight.
Song Yuqiao can help him deal with those two people, and he doesn't have to worry about being found by them when he returns to school.
He can stay at Song Yuqiao's house for a while, and work part-time to earn enough money for school accommodation. Then he can move into the school dormitory and no longer have to bother Song Yuqiao.
Should he continue to call Song Yuqiao "Brother" or "Boss Song"? Calling him "Boss Song" is so weird.
He hadn't wiped it clean just now, so Song Yuqiao covered him with a quilt, and the quilt was stained.
Would Song Yuqiao pull up his pants and not recognize him after sleeping with him? Probably not, right?
Will Lin Zhu notice anything wrong with Song Yuqiao's body when he talks to him? Will he smell the scent on Song Yuqiao's body?
If someone discovered that he and Song Yuqiao had such a deal, what would he do? What would Song Yuqiao say to others?
Does Song Yuqiao have a strong desire for sex? He's such a cold person, so his sexual desire should be very low, right?
After thinking about it for a while, he felt a little scared when he thought about what was going to happen.
Song Yuqiao is so scary.
It is said that Alpha has innate advantages and is incomparable to ordinary people, and this is not an exaggeration at all.
The more Song Jianan thought about it, the more frightened he became. His palm-sized face wrinkled, his heart suddenly lifted, and he immediately became nervous and uneasy.
Song Yuqiao came back soon.
Standing at the door, he saw Song Jianan with a look of being about to cry. She suddenly shrank into the corner of the bed wrapped in the quilt, and looked at him pitifully with her red eyes.
Song Yuqiao's steps were filled with urgency, and his eyes were no longer calm and cold. The desire that he had been suppressing broke through the ice like a volcanic eruption, bringing with it a sense of oppression that could burn everything.
He held down the frightened rabbit on the bed that wanted to escape, and its tail trembled slightly.
…
Song Jianan's legs were sore, dangling in the air with his toes curled up, completely unaware that the cold pheromones were wrapping around him tightly like chains.
Song Yuqiao buried his head in his shoulders and neck, grinding his canine teeth against the delicate flesh, eager to try.
Driven by Alpha instinct, he gently took a small piece in his mouth, leaving two deep teeth marks, then quickly let go and licked it soothingly with his tongue, leaving a wet mark.
Beta cannot be marked. Forcible marking will leave nothing behind except a bloody bite and scars.
Song Yuqiao is not an Alpha who has lost his mind during his susceptible period. He will not really bite Song Jianan as an Omega. After a few brief tastes, he changed his target.
Wandering in the barren hills, he tasted the sweetness of the pink that had already caught his sight.
…
Song Jianan was too embarrassed to make any sound and kept biting her lips. Occasionally, when the gray bed sheet was wrinkled to the extreme, she would let out a tiny sound from between her lips and teeth.
He was turned over and his head was buried in the pillow, thinking that the pillow could block out the unbearable sound. His tense mind subconsciously relaxed, and the sound came out muffled from the pillow.
The person behind him seemed even more excited, his pheromones running wildly, pouring into his nose and mouth, as if wanting to scent him from the inside out.
Song Jianan knew nothing. His knees went weak and he fell forward, but was forcibly pulled back.
"Jia Jia, don't cover it, I want to listen."
Song Jianan opened his eyes wide, finding it difficult to understand his request, but he had no right to refuse.
He opened his lips, trying to make a similar sound, but found that he didn't know how to call out at all. There was confusion and helplessness in his dark, round eyes.
Song Yuqiao was very dissatisfied when he didn't hear what he wanted to hear, so he hit him twice as a punishment.
Song Jianan was caught off guard and screamed, and the sound made him feel extremely ashamed.
Song Yuqiao suddenly laughed, and his tone was rarely colder than before. He said as if praising a child, "You are so good."
He was very satisfied, but Song Jianan felt an unspeakable grievance and humiliation.
It’s ok that Song Yuqiao is fierce in bed, but why does he have to spank him?
He didn't dare to say anything, tears streaming down his face, but he had to continue to be manipulated by Song Yuqiao.
…
Song Yuqiao's pheromone is a rare ice. When released in small quantities, it smells light and has no smell, like the smell of ice cubes taken out of the refrigerator.
But once the concentration of his pheromones exceeds the standard, people who are in it will feel like they are in a snowy winter. It is cold, so cold that people almost ignore the smell of his pheromones.
Even if Beta cannot smell pheromones, he can still sense some coldness in an environment where the ice pheromones are so strong that they seem to be condensed into substance.
Especially when a woman with a high concentration of pheromones enters, the cold feeling is stronger than ever, mixed with the heat.
Song Jianan buried himself in Song Yuqiao's arms, his cheek pressed against Song Yuqiao's chest, his body twitching.
…
Song Jianan's bones were sore and painful all over, as if he had been beaten. He lay listlessly on the bed with his limbs curled up, and he was covered in the air of ice from head to toe.
Song Yuqiao stood in front of the bed, dressed, looking normal, as if he had just recovered from the excitement of the exercise.
He looked down.
Song Jianan's body was covered with marks that were too severe to look at. His skin was white, so those marks were particularly obvious.
Like a piece of white paper painted by Song Yuqiao himself.
Song Yuqiao's eyes darkened slightly, and his gaze moved to the face with traces of tears still on it. He paused, straightened his lips, and looked away.
Just as he was about to speak, his clothes were pulled.
Song Jianan raised his head and asked cautiously: "Brother, what you said before still counts, right?"
Song Yuqiao lowered his eyes slightly, and could clearly see the uneasiness and nervousness in his eyes. His eyes turned slightly cold, and he stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded.
Song Jianan's dark eyes lit up, and his tone became much lighter, with a hint of temptation: "Then can you help me move my household registration out first and live on my own?"
Song Yuqiao: "Okay."
Song Jianan's eyes brightened again, and he continued to ask: "Then can I not go back to my biological parents' home in the future?"
He observed Song Yuqiao's expression, which seemed a little colder than when he got out of bed, but not as cold as usual.
He hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I have no feelings for them and don't want to meet them."
Song Yuqiao still said: "Okay, then I won't go back."
Song Jianan's eyebrows curved, he finally solved the most important thing. He was in a good mood and no longer looked depressed.
Song Yuqiao glanced at him calmly and said, "Pick it up yourself and come out."
He turned and walked out of the lounge.
Song Jianan waited until he left before slowly getting out of bed.
When I stood up, my legs went weak and I almost fell down.
He took a while to adjust, picked up the clothes on the ground, patted them, and put them on one by one.
His body was wrapped in clothes, like a snail retreating into a thick shell, and he felt very safe.
He looked up and saw the mess on the bed. His cheeks flushed and he looked away as if to avoid it, but then he felt that he should clean it up.
He thought about it, started to clean up, and took off the sheets and quilt covers. Just as he was rummaging through the cabinet to find spare supplies, the door of the lounge opened.
Song Yuqiao stood at the door, his face looking a little unhappy. "You don't have to clean up, just put on your clothes and come out."
After saying that, he disappeared at the door.
Song Jianan pursed his lips, put down what he was holding, and walked out of the lounge.
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