Old Injury

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"Can't we not break up?" The cry was intermittent, and the owner of the voice eagerly expressed his appeal, "I will be obedient and will never cause you trouble. I don't want anything, I just want to stay By your side... so, is this not possible?"

I leaned against the wall, intending to wait for another good time to go out.

The evening wind with a suitable temperature on the roof blows slowly through the narrow doorway. It may be located in the deep mountains. The wind carries a fresh fragrance of grass and trees, which makes me a little sleepy.

"Don't want anything? Do you think I would believe this?" Song Bailao's ending with a smile, for no reason reminded me of Zhu Li's antique cello, with its gorgeous tone and high price.

Song Bailao is also like this. When speaking to people he doesn't approve of, it will be hard to listen to, and if he is not careful, he will be cut.

His words became colder, and there was no trace of warmth. "After two years with me, you should know what I hate the most. Instead of pestering me here, you might as well go downstairs and try your luck to see if you can find your new target."

The cry was suffocated, and she could have been struggling to the death under the cold knives constantly issued by Song Bailao, but now she was completely "killed".

I sighed silently, this is really too heartless and too rude.

Since his student days, Song Bailao has been surrounded by people, omegas, betas and even alphas. He is always in a chaotic atmosphere and walks alone on campus.

We can all be said to be the "outliers" of Shang Shan, but because of his poor personality, no one can approach him, and because I am a beta, no one wants to approach him.

Heterogeneous thinking patterns may all be similar. He occupied the roof of the remote teaching building as a site, and used it as a place to skip classes every day. Without knowing it, I also chose that place as a place to temporarily escape from the depressing campus life.

I once stood in a similar position to today and heard a live **** palace between him and an omega.

After all these years, nothing has changed.

"I'm not like that..."

During my mind wandering, Song Bailao and Su Shu didn't know what was going on, there seemed to be a slight noise of clothes rubbing, and after a moment of silence, Song Bailao's breathless rebuke sounded.

"Um... Immediately, get me out of here immediately." He spit out a word, "Fuck!"

The messy footsteps came hurriedly, I straightened up slightly, and collided with the red-eyed male artist at the narrow staircase.

He was stunned when he saw me, and the unwillingness in his eyes almost solidified.

I don't need to guess, I know, he must be thinking, how can this person become "Mrs. Song".

He wiped me away in a hurry. After I walked the last few steps, I saw Song Bailao standing there with tall legs and long legs on the rooftop with all kinds of green plants.

He saw me, and wiped his lower lip with his thumb: "What are you doing?"

He didn't seem to be in a good mood. I was afraid that I would make a lot of mistakes and annoy him, so I said briefly, "Your father is looking for you."

Song Bailao put his hands in his pockets and looked at me quietly for a moment: "Oh."

Then he ignored me and made no further action, but turned to look downstairs. There, the lights are shining, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, the symphony orchestra is playing soothing and lingering music, and the hoarse voice of the female singer is slowly sounding, which is a song suitable for dancing.

The night sky suddenly burst into bright fireworks, one after another, with a variety of patterns. Although it is short like a shooting star, it adds a gorgeous touch to the quiet and deep mountains.

This kind of wedding is really very romantic.

For any newlyweds who are in love with each other, they must embrace and dance with each other at this time, and kiss under the fireworks.

Unfortunately, Song Bailao and I are not lovers, this scene is a waste after all.

Song Bailao raised his head and admired the fireworks in the sky, but he didn't want to continue to pay any attention to me.

Liang Qiuyang couldn't stay too late, saying that his brokerage company was very troublesome and controlled him very strictly. Before nine o'clock, his agent's car was waiting outside, and he said goodbye to me in a hurry, and he trotted into the car.

I watched him leave, and went back to the banquet as a wallflower for another hour, until ten o'clock, and finally waited for the guests to leave one by one.

Song Bailao is missing, and Luo Qinghe has not been seen. I don't know if the two finally spoke.

Ning Shi walked away with a smile on her face, looking very satisfied with my performance today.

She touched my face and gave me a hug.

"You did a great job." She whispered in my ear, "We'll call you later."

I used to look forward to her hug, but now it's more frightening than a snake's kiss.

The servants began to clean the courtyard one after another. After I finished delivering the guests, I turned around and saw Li Xun and a middle-aged woman coming downstairs.

Li Xun saw me and smiled at me: "Mr. Ning. The young master has just fallen asleep, and Mr. Song and Mr. Luo are talking in the study. He asked you to rest first, saying that you don't have to wait for him. ." Then she introduced the person beside me, "This is my mother, she's an omega, and she's the housekeeper here."

The middle-aged woman nodded respectfully to me: "Mr. Ning, you can just call me Sister Nine."

"Nine sisters-in-law." I greeted her and asked her which room I slept in.

Sister Jiu was stunned and pointed me to a room.

The lights outside were still on, I was sleepy and tired, and fell asleep on the bed without turning on the lights as soon as I entered the room.

I thought Sister Nine must have pointed me to a guest room. After all, Song Bailao had no feelings for me, and even hated me. Living in separate rooms without interfering with each other is the most suitable way I can think of to get along.

But I forgot, which bed partner does Song Bailao have feelings for? It's true that he married me as a commercial marriage, and it's true that he didn't want me to have his children, but he never said that I should be just a decoration.

In the middle of the night, I was sleeping soundly when a hot body suddenly covered my back.

"Song...Song Bailao?" I quickly woke up, my heart was beating violently, and there was something inexplicable besides being frightened.

"You leave your husband to sleep alone on the wedding night, how can you do this to a wife."

He pressed my body with one hand and slid the other hand down the gap into my pants. The hot palms pressed against my buttocks, rubbing so hard that I couldn't help but let out a pained sound.

I put my forehead on the pillow and said tremblingly: "Yes...you said I don't need to wait."

The movement of the palm stopped, and a very light smile sounded in the ear.

"I told you to abide by your duty, why don't you remember?" His tone was a little cold, and he ripped off my trousers until they fell to his thighs.

"Wait...wait!" I struggled, trying to escape from under him.

He clasped my neck harder to keep me from moving. The weight on my back was far away, and there was a sound of him taking apart something from behind. After a while, he pressed it up again, and I immediately felt a giant slippery thing sliding between my hips.

A lot of confusing pictures flashed in front of my eyes, the stuffy equipment room, the strong fragrance of flowers, the shaking eyes...

I was stiff and shivering, and my body started to heat up shamefully.

Song Bailao's soft lips pressed against my face, rubbing his ears: "It's not the first time, why pretend to be so reluctant?"

I froze, not only because of the embarrassment of the question, but also because of his slow and unstoppable intrusion.

His size is too large, I had a hard time accommodating it, but thankfully he didn't knot. Alpha's **** will knot in the front during passive estrus, like a dog, and get stuck in the gut during ejaculation, which can be really painful.

Fingers clenched the sheets tightly, taking deep breaths. Zhu Li said that the shrike would nail its prey to the thorns to share its food. I feel like a poor grasshopper now, pinned to the bed by Song Bailao and ravaged.

During this time, inevitably he discovered the tattoo on my tailbone. It seemed to be very interesting, he kept scratching with his fingers, as if he wanted to break the false scar, poking into the flesh and stirring. Whenever this happens, I will scream very loudly, and the reaction is as big as the abdominal wound is really torn open again.

This **** is not so much a human copulation as a beast copulation.

I have no room for resistance, I can only let him play. Finally he hugged me from behind and bit my neck, but I didn't have any glands there.

Alpha's canine teeth are sharp enough to pierce the skin with ease. A small stream of heat slowly dripped down my neck, and I groaned in pieces in pain, begging for mercy almost uselessly.

After a while, he let go of his teeth and licked my wound with his tongue. The soft and creamy touch, with the intimacy after the affair, made me feel strong.

He felt it and pulled out of me: "Still like it? Your 'mark'."

I touched the place where he bites, and he squeaked in pain, and I couldn't say I liked it anyway.

, fell asleep.

I pursed my lips, limped out of bed to take a bath, and found no trace of **** in my body. He was so drunk that he didn't forget to use contraception. It seemed that he was really afraid that I would steal his seed.

After taking a shower, I carefully lifted the quilt, I slept on the other side, occupied a small bed, and fell asleep with my back to Song Bailao.

The bed is big enough that you can have no physical contact all night.

The next day I woke up in a trance.

A used condom was thrown on the ground, very disrespectful.

clean.