Wear it until the scum A tortures the heroine

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

But she soon became restless in the silent fall.

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

In despair, Song Jiao was supported by a pair of gentle and reliable arms, and the feeling of weightlessness disappeared in that instant.

She vaguely smelled the fragrance of natural tangerine fruit, as if someone had peeled off the fresh citrus rind just picked, exuding a unique slightly astringent aroma, holding the plump tangerine flesh in the palm of her hand, splashing out the sweet juice.

Suddenly, it seemed to come to the sea again, the cool and salty water vapor was blown to the cheeks by the wind, and the flames that scorched the body were gradually extinguished by the humid wind.

Song Jiao almost sighed in comfort.

She lay lazily, gaining tranquility in the smell of citrus and sea salt. In the haze, who was holding onto her hand, careful and tender, Song Jiao knew instinctively that this was the one who redeemed her.

Before sleeping peacefully, she mobilized all her strength and gently clasped back.

And pinched the opponent's palm trustingly with his fingertips.

The twitching of her palm caused all the thoughts in Xu Jinzhao's mind to fly away. She looked at Omega's face in panic, her heart beating wildly.

Song Jiao didn't wake up, her eyelashes were quietly drawn, and the center of her brows had been relaxed at some point, she was sleeping soundly.

Xu Jinzhao took some time to calm down, put Song Jiao's hand down gently, and got up to change the drip bag for Omega.

There was a layer of sticky sweat on her back, and Xu Jinzhao 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 the ears and hands should not get wet. Xu Jinzhao took out a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen downstairs and wrapped it carefully in front of the bathroom mirror.

The original body has the same appearance as Xu Jinzhao, but she pays more attention to appearance than she who has been facing the easel all year round. The skin of her whole body is extremely delicate and fair, her eyebrows have obviously been carefully trimmed, and her shoulder-length black hair has been greatly permed. The volume is smooth, and the finger joints do not have the thin calluses that have been worn out by holding the pen for many years.

Xu Jinzhao turned his shoulders, raised 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 took advantage of being a down-and-out painter with a ruined future and fear day and night.

Standing under the shower, letting the hot water wash down from top to bottom, Xu Jinzhao raised his hand in the water to touch the small piece of skin on the back of his neck. The information glands seemed to be completely quiet, and the non-existent obedience was hidden under the thin skin .

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

Omega is still sleeping, but slightly frowned again, feeling a little uncomfortable in sleep.

Xu Jinzhao sat on the head of the bed and released some pheromones to comfort her. The marking behavior of the original body's collapse brought this troublesome sequelae, and she had to sleep in this room full of Omega fragrance tonight.

The drip was about to be finished, so Xu Jinzhao carefully removed the medical tape on the back of Song Jiao's hand, pulled out the injection needle, and pressed the cotton patch with his fingertips to stop the bleeding.

Just such a slight skin contact made the glands at the back of her neck faintly start to respond again.

The uncertainty on Alpha in the susceptible period was too high, so Xu Jinzhao spread the bedding on the floor and seriously considered whether to tie his hands to the foot of the bed with cable ties.

But the knife that had been taken back to the kitchen finally made Xu Jinzhao give up this idea.

What if Omega wakes up in the middle of the night and hits her hard...

It's not entirely impossible.

Xu Jinzhao took a compromise method, found a ribbon for decorating hair from Song Jiao's dressing table, and tied his wrist with a knot.This can not only reduce their aggressiveness, but also allow them to escape in time when they are in danger.

At two o'clock in the morning, Xu Jinzhao was finally able to lie down and rest, and fell into a deep sleep almost touching the pillow.

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

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

Omega subconsciously followed her instincts to turn over and move closer to the source of her peace of mind. Her hands were hanging from the bed, and the skin of her arms was glowing white in the night.

The fingertips are only a little bit away from Alpha's wrist tied with a red ribbon under the bed.

The first person to wake up after the sun rises is Song Jiao.

In the first few minutes when she opened her eyes, she was still in a daze, lying in a daze, and then her consciousness gradually came back, recalling what happened last night.

Song Jiao sat up suddenly, and logically saw Xu Jinzhao lying under the bed.

She was terrified for a moment, shrank back suddenly, and hit the head of the bed with her elbows and shoulders, making a muffled sound.

Song Jiao didn't care about the pain, because Xu Jinzhao seemed to be woken up, and turned over while raving.

Distraught, Song Jiao immediately lay down again, pulled the quilt up to her chin, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She couldn't figure out what happened, she was afraid and panicked, her heart was beating wildly against her chest, and her hands under the thin quilt had to grab the bed sheet to stop the trembling.

She could feel Xu Jinzhao standing up, his figure blocked the light, and he was rustling beside the bed, not knowing what he was doing.

Song Jiao opened her eyes slightly, observing Alpha's movements through her eyelashes.

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

Xu Jinzhao's hands and wrists were tied together, she struggled to untie the knot with her fingertips, grabbed the ribbon in her mouth to loosen it, and untied it from her wrists.

Song Jiao didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly closed her eyes again.

She heard Alpha whisper hoarsely: "I forgot to draw the curtain..."

With the slight rustling sound of the curtain rings, Song Jiao felt that the bedroom had darkened, and most of the originally glaring sunlight was cut off by the curtains.

A few seconds later, Xu Jinzhao seemed to walk back to the bed and stood still.

Song Jiao couldn't predict what she was going to do, so she tried her best not to shake her eyelashes, pretending she was still asleep.

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

Song Jiao realized that it was the back of Xu Jinzhao's hand.

Her mind was in a mess, all kinds of thoughts were jumbled together, and she couldn't make a definite judgment for a while.

Xu Jinzhao's hand left her forehead, and the room was carpeted, so no human footsteps could be heard.

A moment later, there was a sound from the dressing table opposite.

Song Jiao boldly opened her eyes again, and she only saw Alpha's back, slightly curly black hair scattered on her shoulders, a silk nightgown wrapped around her body, the hem of the skirt hanging between her knees, and her bare feet slightly sunken in the short-pile carpet.

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

The back of the nightdress also moved up with this movement, and it was enough to stop with two palms on the knees, half-hiding Alpha's tight and slender legs.

Perhaps because she felt uncomfortable, she bent her right knee slightly, raised her feet slightly, supported the table with her elbows, sank her right shoulder, and her hair slid down her shoulder, exposing a small piece of skin on her back.

But the most commendable part is of course the part of the waist and hips that protrudes with the movements, wrapped in silk and satin, outlining a charming and charming arc.

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

Song Jiao didn't get up straight from the bed until her footsteps gradually faded 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 written in beautiful pen:

[Sorry, this will not happen again in the future. ]

[——Xu Jinzhao]

This piece of paper was torn from Song Jiao's usual notebook, and there was no fragrance in the notebook, but she could faintly smell a strange fragrance at this moment.

Subconsciously, Song Jiao brought it to her nose and sniffed it lightly.

It is citrus and sea salt, the smell is sweet and fresh and natural, with a reassuring coolness.

In Song Jiao's memory, there has never been such a fragrance.

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The author has something to say:

The current sister of citrus and sea salt, can be sweet or salty