Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

After finally finishing the work, Song Qiao stretched out, took the leave note, and boarded the spaceship while humming a song.

"I hate Si Qing. I have to sign in person when asking for leave." Song Qiao muttered along the way.

It is clearly stated in the management regulations that if she asks for leave to leave her post, she must go to Si Qing in person and obtain approval before she can leave.

When they arrived at Satellite 3, Si Qing was not in the office. Hera took her to a room behind the silver egg, which was Si Qing's residence.

Nineteen stood guard in the living room and was not surprised at all to see Song Qiao.

"Sir, he's asleep." Nineteen said.

Song Qiao rolled her eyes and said, "Shout when you fall asleep, hurry, I have something urgent for her to handle."

Nineteen shook his head, "No, you can't disturb the commander."

"You idiot, are we friends?" Song Qiao was furious.

"We are friends, but friends cannot disturb the commander." Nineteen stretched out his hand to stop Song Qiao.

"Let her in." came Si Qing's voice.

Song Qiao and Nineteen were stunned for a moment.

Because she didn't go through the communicator, her voice rang directly in the room.

The bedroom door opened and Song Qiao smelled a slightly familiar fragrance.

As soon as she entered, the door closed automatically, and she saw Si Qing sitting beside the bed, wearing a white nightdress, with messy hair, as if she had just woken up.

But Song Qiao couldn't focus on Si Qing at the moment. She was shocked by the dolls piled all over the room.

This was the first time she had seen such an exaggerated scene. It might be normal for these things to appear in her sister Qiao Yan's room, but Si Qing? This mean, cold, moody woman? Does she like these dolls?

"Have you seen enough?" Si Qing's voice brought Song Qiao back to his senses.

"Um...sir, I'm here to ask for leave..." Song Qiao murmured.

Si Qing looked up at Song Qiao. There was no expression on his face. It didn't look like he was angry, but he still felt strange.

"I heard that you have a strong spirit. Can you help me look at your legs?" Si Qing said proactively.

Before Song Qiao could refuse, she tilted her head slightly and lowered her eyes. Her whole body looked desolate and weak, "I really want to recover, and I really want to run and jump like you..."

Song Qiao pressed the tip of his tongue, put the leave request aside, walked forward and half-knelt on the ground, "What should I do?"

She looked serious and really wanted to help Si Qing.

Si Qing looked at her and raised the corners of his mouth, "Look, all you have to do is use your mental power to stimulate the neurons."

Song Qiao hesitated for a moment, then held Si Qing's foot with one hand, placed it on his knee, and placed the other on his calf, trying to penetrate the leg muscles with his mental power.

It's very smooth, without any obstruction. It doesn't look like an injured leg. Could it be a deeper reason? Song Qiao frowned and thought, but couldn't help but be distracted by the touch in his hand.

She has been a nun for a long time...

She had no choice but to think silently that color is emptiness while trying hard to treat and examine Si Qing.

Si Qing put her hands behind her and put her raised feet on Song Qiao's knees. Her calves were brushed by warm palms. Her breathing became faster and faster, and the glands on the back of her neck were beating.

"A little higher..." Si Qing said softly.

Song Qiao did not raise her head. After hearing the words, she subconsciously followed the other party's instructions. With her palms facing upward, the hem of her nightgown dropped naturally. From Song Qiao's angle, she could clearly see the looming private fabric.

By the time Song Qiao realized something was wrong, she had already inhaled an overdose of Si Qing's pheromones, making her face even redder than Si Qing's.

She slowly raised her head and met a pair of crimson eyes. Those eyes were no longer always covered by the fog that could not be seen through. They were now as clear as water, with a heavy desire.

That look was so familiar to Song Qiao. She swallowed and tried to retreat, but Si Qing grabbed the collar around her neck.

The whole person leaned forward uncontrollably, and the hand originally on the thigh slipped to the innermost part.

"Want to leave..." Si Qing approached her and murmured, opening and closing her lips, catching Song Qiao's eyes.

"I...you are in the susceptible stage..." Song Qiao said in a hoarse voice.

"So..." Si Qing continued to murmur, because the distance was too close, her lips brushed the corner of Song Qiao's mouth, causing her heart to tremble.

The Purifying Mantra no longer works, Song Qiao can only keep reciting "Keep Your Body Like a Jade, Keep Your Body Like a Jade"...

Song Qiao's silence made Si Qing's eyes flash with anger.

She let go of her hand and used strength with her feet to kick Song Qiao away.

Song Qiao's eyes widened in surprise, "You! Your legs! There's nothing wrong at all!"

"I never said I was lame." Si Qing said coldly.

"Then why do you sit in a wheelchair all day?" Song Qiao continued to question.

"I'm lazy." Si Qing replied with two words.

Song Qiao looked at Si Qing as if he were an alien. He wanted to be angry, but felt that there was nothing to be angry about. He was obviously eating someone else's tofu just now...

She turned around and was about to leave, but couldn't help but ask: "Do you need to take inhibitors during your susceptible period?"

"Why do you need inhibitors?" Si Qing leaned on the bedside, pinching the doll's ears repeatedly while staring at Song Qiao closely.

Song Qiao turned his back to her and did not notice the strong murderous intent in Si Qing's eyes.

As long as she dared to walk out of this door, she would definitely be killed immediately. Si Qing had made up her mind this time.

"If you don't take the inhibitor, you will feel very uncomfortable..." Song Qiao didn't know what she was thinking about. She is an indigenous person, so wouldn't she know better than her?

Thinking about it, she suppressed her emotions and put her hand on the doorknob.

"There's still Nineteen, we can let her mark it temporarily." Si Qing said nonchalantly.

The movement of opening the door paused, Song Qiao turned around and looked at Si Qing in disbelief, "What did you say? Let Nineteen mark you temporarily?!"

Si Qing bent one of her legs. Under the light, the white light reflected the light. She raised a strand of her long hair with a smile. "Otherwise, she is Alpha and I am Omega. We are already in the susceptible period. Who can we look for if we don't look for her?" Anyway, it’s a temporary mark, so you won’t get pregnant.”

The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes!

Song Qiao was so angry that her head hurt.

"Stop joking. Where is the inhibitor? I'll give it to you."

Si Qing's eyes were cold, "I said, I won't take inhibitors, it will affect the nerves."

This is a confrontation.

Song Qiao didn't understand why Si Qing did this. There was obviously a better solution, but she insisted on forcing it.

She won.

Song Qiao stepped forward and took off her uniform jacket. As she approached, the pheromones that had disappeared hit her overwhelmingly. She was stunned by the impact, Si Qing grabbed her hand, and she was pulled to the bed.

Lifting up her long light blue hair, she saw the gently pulsing glands on the back of Si Qing's neck. The pheromones were so rich that they were almost liquid.

Sweet, rich pheromones fill the tip of the tongue. If it weren't for the suppressor around her neck, Song Qiao would definitely be affected to synchronize her susceptible period. Even if her body is just a genetic simulation, she can't resist the genes that match 99% of hers. attract.

Si Qing tilted his head, tightened his fingers on Song Qiao's back, and grabbed a few folds on his shirt.

Temporary marks don't have to bite too deep, this is something any idiot knows.

But having said that, when the canine teeth penetrated, Song Qiao could no longer control his behavior.

She tightened her arms and held Si Qing in her arms. The desire for possession and confinement engraved in Alpha's genes made her bite harder.

"Uh..." Si Qing's eyes were blurred for a moment, and the stinging pain made her tremble slightly. The next second, her hand found Song Qiao's neck, pinched it gently, and knocked him unconscious.