Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Chapter 4



Song Jiao fell into the darkness. She had no fear at first, but a certain joy and happiness after escaping lingered in her consciousness.

But she soon became restless in the silent fall.

The more her body sank, the stronger the burning sensation. Song Jiao suddenly realized that she might be falling into purgatory. She began to struggle desperately to survive, but was unable to move even a little finger.

At the moment of despair, a pair of gentle and reliable arms supported Song Jiao, and the sense of weightlessness disappeared in that instant.

She stumbled and smelled the fragrance of natural citrus fruit, like someone who peeled off the fresh citrus rind, exuding a unique slightly astringent aroma, and held the plump citrus flesh in the palm of her hand, splashing out the luscious sweet juice.

Suddenly, it seemed to come to the sea, the cool and salty water vapor was carried by the wind and rushed to his cheeks, and the flames that scorched his body were gradually extinguished by the moist wind.

Song Jiao almost sighed in comfort.

She lay lazily and found tranquility in the scent of citrus and sea salt. Someone was holding her hand in the haze, careful and tender. Song Jiao instinctively knew that this was the one who saved her.

Before falling asleep, she mobilized all her strength and shook it gently.

He pinched the opponent’s palm with his fingertips trustingly.

The twitching of the palm of her hand made Xu Jinchao’s mind fly away. She looked at Omega’s face in a panic, her heart beating wildly.

Song Jiao didn’t wake up, her eyelashes were quietly tucked, the center of her brows stretched out at some point, and she slept soundly.

Xu Jinchao took some time to calm down, put Song Jiao’s hand down gently, and got up to replace the drip bag for Omega.

A layer of sticky hot sweat broke out on her back. Xu Jinchao blamed it on the temperature control of the air conditioner, picked up the remote control and lowered it by two degrees, and decided to go back to the original bedroom to take a shower.

The wounds on his ears and hands should not get wet. Xu Jinchao pulled out a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen downstairs and wrapped it carefully against the bathroom mirror.

The original body has the same appearance as Xu Jinchao, but she pays more attention to her appearance than she has been facing the easel all the year round. There are no thin calluses on the finger joints that have been worn out over the years by holding the pen.

Xu Jinzhao turned his shoulders, lifted his hair, and saw the familiar red mole on the side of his neck.

This body seems to be another her copied and pasted from this world.

She laughed at herself, she was originally the second generation of a wealthy family, and she had taken advantage of a down-and-out painter whose future was ruined and feared day and night.

Standing under the shower and letting the hot water wash from top to bottom, Xu Jinchao raised his hand and touched the small piece of skin on the back of his neck in the water. .

She wiped her body clean, changed into her underwear and nightdress, dried her hair to half dry, hugged the quilt and pillow and went to Song Jiao’s bedroom at the other end of the corridor.

Omega was still sleeping, but he frowned slightly again, feeling a little uncomfortable in his sleep.

Xu Jinchao sat at the head of the bed and released some pheromones to appease her. The marking behavior of her original body collapsing midway brought this troublesome sequelae. She had to sleep in this room full of Omega scent tonight.

The drip liquid was almost finished, Xu Jinchao carefully lifted the medical tape on the back of Song Jiao’s hand, pulled out the injection needle, and pressed the cotton pad with his fingertips to stop the bleeding.

Just such a slight skin-to-skin contact made the glands at the back of her neck start to react vaguely.

During the susceptible period, the uncertainty on Alpha was too high. Xu Jinchao laid the quilt on the ground and seriously thought about whether to tie his hands to the foot of the bed with cable ties.

But the knife that had been taken back into the kitchen finally made Xu Jinchao give up the idea.

In case Omega wakes up in the middle of the night and hits her hard…

Not entirely impossible.

Xu Jinchao took a compromise method, found a ribbon for decorative hair from Song Jiao’s dressing table, and tied a knot to tie his wrist. This can not only reduce their aggression, but also escape in time when in danger.

At two o’clock in the morning, Xu Jinchao could finally lie down and rest, and fell asleep almost touching the pillow.

Song Jiao did not sleep as soundly as Alpha. In her dream, she was drifting on the sea by boat, looking for an island full of citrus.

The sea breeze was blowing with the aroma of oranges, and she could already see the green island dotted with orange, but she couldn’t get close to the landing.

Omega unconsciously followed her instinct and turned towards the source of her peace of mind. Her hands fell from the bed, and the skin on her arms was gleaming white in the night.

The fingertips were only a fraction of the way from Alpha’s red-ribboned wrist under the bed.

Song Jiao was the first to wake up after the sun rose.

Within a few minutes of opening her eyes, she was still confused and lay in a daze, and then her consciousness gradually returned to her cage, recalling what happened last night.

Song Jiao suddenly sat up and saw Xu Jinchao lying under the bed.

She was horrified for a moment, and shrank back sharply, her elbows and shoulders hitting the head of the bed, making a muffled sound.

Song Jiao didn’t care about the pain, because Xu Jinchao seemed to be woken up and turned over while babbling.

Confused, Song Jiao immediately lay back, pulled the quilt to her chin, and closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep.

She couldn’t figure out what was going on. She was scared and panicked, her heart was pounding in her chest, and the hand under the thin quilt had to grab the sheet to stop the trembling.

She could feel Xu Jinchao standing up, her figure blocking the light, standing beside the bed rustling, not knowing what she was doing.

Song Jiao opened her eyes slightly and observed Alpha’s movements through her eyelashes.

The sight in front of her made her a little stunned.

Xu Jinchao’s hands and wrists were tied together. She used her fingertips to pick the knot with difficulty, grabbed the ribbon, pulled it loose, and untied it from her wrist.

Song Jiao didn’t have time to think about it, and quickly closed her eyes again.

She heard Alpha’s hoarse whisper: “Forgot to draw the curtains…”

With the slight rustling sound of the curtain ring, Song Jiao felt that the bedroom was dark, and most of the blinding sunlight was blocked by the curtains.

After a few seconds, Xu Jinchao seemed to walk back to the bed and stood still.

Song Jiao couldn’t predict what she was going to do, she tried her best to keep her eyelashes from shaking, pretending to be still asleep.

The next moment, something warm and soft fell on Song Jiao’s forehead, and Alpha’s tone was filled with easily detectable pleasure: “The fever is gone.”

Song Jiao realized that it was the back of Xu Jinchao’s hand.

Her mind was in a mess, all kinds of thoughts were cluttered together, and she was unable to make a definite judgment for a while.

Xu Jinchao’s hand left her forehead, the room was carpeted, and no footsteps could be heard.

After a while, there was a sound from the position of the dresser opposite.

Song Jiao dared to open her eyes again. She only saw Alpha’s back, her black hair curled on her shoulders, her silk nightdress wrapped around her body, her skirt hanging between her knees, and her bare feet slightly sunk into the short pile carpet.

She seemed to have found something, then bent down, turned her back to Song Jiao, and lay low on the dresser.

The back of the nightgown also moved upwards with this movement, and stopped on the knees for two palms, revealing Alpha’s tight and slender legs.

Perhaps because she felt uncomfortable, she bent her right knee slightly, raised her feet slightly, and supported the table with her elbows.

But the most commendable part is of course the part of the waist and buttocks that stands out with the action, wrapped in silk and satin, outlining a beautiful and charming arc.

Xu Jinchao quickly stood up again, she put something on the bedside cabinet, picked up the quilt, and gently closed the door.

Song Jiao didn’t get up from the bed until her footsteps were getting farther away.

She looked at the head of the bed for the first time, and there was a note on it.

Song Jiao picked up the note, and solemnly signed it with a simple guarantee with a beautiful brush:

[Sorry, this won’t happen again in the future. ]

[—Xu Jinchao]

This piece of paper was torn from Song Jiao’s usual notebook. There was no incense in the note pad, but at this moment, she could vaguely smell a slightly unfamiliar aroma.

Song Jiao subconsciously brought it to her nose and sniffed it gently.

It’s citrus and sea salt, sweet and fresh, with a reassuring hint of coolness.

Song Jiao has never had such a fragrance in her memory.

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The current sister of citrus and sea salt, sweet and salty


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