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

The first time Song Qiao and Si Qing made love was not in bed.

To be precise, it is a temporary arrangement.

But the process was very special, enough for Song Qiao to remember for a lifetime.

That day, Song Qiao accompanied Si Qing to check up on her health. As a personal bodyguard, she didn't need to leave the doctor's office, so she heard what the doctor said clearly.

"Ever since you differentiated, you have refused any soothing temporary markers during each susceptible period, and you are not even willing to accept inhibitors. If this continues, your pheromone disorder symptoms will seriously affect your health." Dai Dai. Young female physician in glasses giving serious warning.

Song Qiao, who was pouring hot water on Si, made a move. Was his pheromone disorder? Is it already this serious?

Si Qing didn't pay attention to the doctor's words. She just turned her face slightly and stared at Song Qiao's back.

Her puppy had a high ponytail today, her white shirt was tucked into her waistband, and a black armed belt snaked down her spine along the back, with the lower end buckled on the belt, making her waist look even more slender.

Among Alphas, Song Qiao's height is relatively short, only 176cm tall. In addition, her figure is thin and she looks more like an Omega.

But Si Qing clearly knew how much strength this frail-looking person contained in his body, and he could easily carry her and the wheelchair for a long distance.

Moreover, although this man is powerful, his body is not rugged and hard, but soft and warm. The abdominal muscles will only become obvious when exerting force, and usually only two shallow waistcoat lines can be seen.

Of course, this was the conclusion Si Qing came to when he accidentally saw Song Qiao changing clothes again.

"So doctor, what should we do?" Song Qiao couldn't help but ask the doctor when he saw Si Qing looking like he was wandering in space.

The doctor pushed up his glasses and saw that Si Qing didn't say anything to stop her, so he said to Song Qiao: "Next time during the susceptible period, temporary marking must be done to stabilize the pheromones in her body."

Temporary mark.

Song Qiao pursed her lips. She didn't want Si Qing to be temporarily marked by anyone!

On the way back from the doctor, Si leaned in his wheelchair and yawned. "Don't take her words to heart, you won't die."

Song Qiao slowed down while pushing the wheelchair, "But you will get sick."

"It doesn't matter, I won't die anyway." Si Qing's voice was lazy, as if he was not interested in anything in this world.

After returning to the residence, Si Qing entered the bedroom and did not come out. Song Qiao went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for her.

As soon as I washed my hands and prepared to chop vegetables, I smelled a cold floral fragrance.

Song Qiao's expression changed, she turned around and left the kitchen, entering Si Qing's bedroom.

Si Qing was seen sitting in a wheelchair, with his head lowered and trembling slightly, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Song Qiao just took a breath, and the fragrance made her eyes dazzle. She subconsciously held her breath, but it was useless, as if it was all-pervasive, the restraining tape on the back of her neck was instantly soaked.

how come.

how is this possible.

Ever since her differentiation, she has been insensitive to other people's pheromones and has never had a susceptible period. This is also one of the symptoms she wrote on her resume.

She has pheromone anesthesia.

Because of this, she was chosen to become Si Qing's bodyguard.

It's too dangerous. If she stays here at this moment, she will be affected too!

Song Qiao wanted to leave, but saw Si Qing raise his head and look over.

Just one glance made her freeze in place.

Those crimson eyes were dyed red with desire, but they had to be suppressed, making them look even more pitiful and touching.

A low gasp escaped from his throat, Song Qiao tightened his fingertips, "Sir, you need to take a suppressant."

Si Qing smiled and said, "Did you forget something?"

Song Qiao suddenly realized that the doctor said that he could not be given inhibitors and could only be temporarily marked.

Then, is she going to help Si Qing find an Alpha?

how is this possible.

Just thinking about it made Song Qiao feel so angry and painful that he wanted to kill someone.

"Come here." Si Qing said softly.

Song Qiao raised his feet and walked over uncontrollably.

As she got closer, her tie was automatically removed and controlled, binding her hands behind her back. Song Qiao did not resist and walked to Si Qing step by step.

"Kneel down." Si Qing ordered.

Song Qiao obediently knelt in front of her. The next second, his eyes were covered with darkness.

The scene in the bedroom at this time was very strange.

Alpha, who should clearly be in the dominant position, knelt humbly in front of Omega, and that Omega was a cripple in a wheelchair.

Si Qing looked at the woman kneeling in front of him, stretched out his hand and gently touched her face, his fingertips trembling with excitement.

Touch made them feel comfortable with each other, and the torture during the vulnerable period was relieved a lot. The cold fingers brushed down along the eyebrows, across the high bridge of the nose, and landed on the pale pink lips.

Press your index finger slightly and probe into your lips.

The back of Si Qing's neck was heating up, and the heat spread to her whole body. She couldn't help but get close to Song Qiao and kiss the lips that were reddened by her.

The first kiss was not gentle because it was full of desire. Song Qiao raised his head slightly, but because he was restrained by his tie, he could only bear it passively. In fact, with her strength, she could have easily broken free of the tie, but she didn't want to.

She did it willingly.

The tips of the tongues touched each other, and the heart beat faster and faster, but it could not bring more oxygen, and it was almost suffocating.

When they finally separated, Si Qing gasped. She put her hands on Song Qiao's shoulders and bent down close to Song Qiao. "Mark me..."

I'm blindfolded and can't see anything, how do I mark it?

This is Song Qiao's problem, not Si Qing's.

Song Qiao could only rely on the scent of flowers and move forward.

Red marks appeared on the neck as white as snow.

Just like a newborn puppy, before its eyes open, it wants to look for food, but unfortunately it never reaches the point. Hungry, groaning in the cold wind.

In the end, it was discovered that the reason why I couldn’t eat food was because I was heading in the wrong direction.

Si Qing pinched Song Qiao's ears and grabbed her collar with the other hand. In the end, he couldn't help it anymore, so he stretched out his foot and kicked Song Qiao aside.

"It hurts~"

Song Qiao broke away from his tie and pulled down his blindfold. His confused eyes sobered up a little, and he looked at Si Qing in surprise.

"Your leg!"

Si Qing covered the glands on the back of his neck, stood up from the wheelchair, walked slowly in front of Song Qiao, raised his white jade-like feet and stepped on Song Qiao's belly. She raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled slyly, "I lied to you."

Song Qiao put his hands behind his back and looked at Si Qing standing blankly.

After a long while, she suddenly laughed, happily and brightly, "That's great, you weren't hurt."

Si Qing was stunned for a moment.

The next second, the raging love overwhelmed her.

She leaned down, knelt on Song Qiao's waist, grabbed her collar, and kissed her passionately and eagerly.

"Little fool~" Si Qing's voice was hoarse as his lips rubbed against each other.

Before they were separated, the back of her head was held by Song Qiao, and the kiss deepened again.

"Little liar~" Song Qiao's voice was crushed between his lips and teeth.