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He kissed me, stuck his tongue in my mouth and fiddled, his teeth biting my lips.

"Um..." I had a pain in my mouth and couldn't help but push him.

The canine teeth are so sharp that they bit my lower lip without much effort. The pain spread from his continuous kissing, not intense, but distinct.

He picked me up and strode towards the bed. In terms of posture, I can only wrap my hands around his neck to keep my body balanced.

"Did he just bump into you?" He fell down with me on the bed, his face very close.

I stared at him breathlessly, my mind blank.

He couldn't wait for my answer, so he tutted softly and licked my neck from bottom to top with his wet tongue across my face.

I lifted my waist and arched my body, shaking uncontrollably. Maybe he inhaled less, and he didn't lose his mind like the previous alpha, but he was still rude and eager, and he didn't even have time to take safety measures.

"...You have a tattoo in front of you." He licked his canine teeth, his body was dripping with sweat, and his forehead was wet and scattered, looking a little "irregular".

He said that he was going to touch the tattoo, I suddenly became nervous and covered it with both hands to prevent him from touching it.

"Don't touch..."

He just looked at the scar, my heart felt like it was being squeezed and breathless, if it touched, I don't know what would happen to me. The right hand is wearing a fixed bandage, and the layers of white wrapped are really very eye-catching.

He paused, did not force my hand, but changed direction halfway, moved to a slightly lower position, and circled it like a play.

I bit my lip and let out a small moan, my body shaking more and more.

"Why do you want to get a tattoo here?" He choked on it tightly, his tone swaying with the rhythm, with a little bit of gnashing of teeth, "Who do you want to show such a dirty place?"

He increased his strength badly, my teeth loosened, and an uncontrollable moan burst out.

"No... don't let go..." My injured hand was still covering the tattoo, and the other hand refused to push his waist and abdomen. When I found that I couldn't shake him at all, To break his evil hand again.

His movements are getting faster and faster, my mind is in chaos, my fingers go from digging between his fingers to slowly grasping his hand.

Suddenly, my body reached the threshold, I raised my neck, my lips were slightly open, my fingertips were stiff and tense, and my whole body was like a bow drawn to the extreme.

Want to scream, but couldn't make any sound.

After a while, he suddenly collapsed on the bed, feeling that every bone and every inch of flesh and blood in his body was dripping in a warm ocean, numb and pleasant. I relaxed, and the fingers that held him gradually slipped down. Just when he was about to break away completely, he grabbed it, squeezed his fingers between them, and buckled it on the bed.

The mind has not completely returned to the body, and the reaction is all instinct. I found that he was about to press down and use the other hand to block, but he also clasped his wrist and pressed it to the side of his face.

My wrist is still fractured, and it doesn't usually hurt, but he definitely won't be able to hold it like this.

I groaned in pain: "S..."

Song Bailao's palm moved up, his fingers squeezed between them, forming a posture of interlocking with me.

This time he was no longer in the way, completely covering me, and went to an unprecedented depth. Then he stood still, his messy breathing accompanied by a light hum that seemed to be relieved, his muscles as hard as a stone.

I involuntarily tightened my fingers, turned my face aside, and endured the discomfort in my body.

Suddenly, I felt that while he continued to pump, it started to form a knot. The long-lost, unfamiliar and familiar feeling reappeared. The old nightmare made me struggle subconsciously, desperately trying to escape.

Since the prey has been nailed to thorns, as a hunter, how could Song Bailao easily let me go.

He firmly suppressed me with an unbelievable terrifying force, and let out a low growl at me, not allowing me to resist.

He was annoyed by me, and for a few moments he would show the fierce and fierce look that wanted to bite my throat, but he would quickly withdraw it. I was so frightened that I had to hold my voice in my stomach, only to let out two vague pain groans when I couldn't help it.

He looked down at me, exhaling hot air, frowning tightly.

I saw a deeper desire and possessiveness in his eyes, I realized that the knot would not satisfy him, and he wanted to "mark" me. And just like in response to my thoughts, he suddenly opened his mouth, showing his fangs, and he couldn't restrain his instinct and urge to gradually bully my neck. I blinked, and I couldn't tell if it was sweat or something else on my eyelashes, seeping into my eyes and blurring my vision.

"Song Bailao..." I called his name with a trembling voice.

I could even feel the moist heat of his breath on my neck, and he paused there, wondering if my voice had brought him back to his senses.

"Song Bailao, don't do this..." I was about to make persistent efforts, but he suddenly let go of one hand and roughly pressed my face on the bed, exposing the back of my neck, and biting it .

In any case, alphas are driven by instinct.

I gasped, my free hand pressed against his back, my fingernails grabbed his flesh, and reflected my pain truthfully.

I don't know how long I slept, when I woke up from the bed with pain all over my body, I opened my eyes and found that I was no longer in the hotel, but went home.

I sat up with difficulty, my body hurts, my neck also hurts, but I took medicine again, and I can feel the slightest coolness in the pain.

Looking at the clock on the bedside, I realized that it was not only the next day, but also eight o'clock in the evening of the next day. That is, I slept all day.

No, stun should be more accurate.

I was leaning against the head of the bed, my stomach making a series of hungry hums as I regained consciousness.

There is a sofa chair by the head of the bed. I don't know which servant was there to take care of me before, but the other party obviously left now, and I don't know when he will come back.

He was visibly stunned when he saw me awake.

"Mo Mo..." I was about to greet him to enter the room when he turned around and ran without warning. The sound of footsteps from near to far disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After a while, another hurried footsteps came. Sister-in-law Jiu opened the door with a happy face. Seeing that I was awake, she seemed greatly relieved.

"Mr. Ning, you're awake." She came to my bedside and put her dry and warm palm on my forehead, "It's also gone, that's great."

No wonder I have no strength at all, even a faint pain in the seams of the bones, it turned out to be a fever.

I said, "Anything to eat? I'm hungry."

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Song Mo was gently pushed in, and he stood at the door for a moment.

"Come here." I waved to him.

I patted his head and teased: "Why are you more clingy after not seeing you for a day?"

Song Mo leaned on me and looked up at me: "Because I was worried about you."

I gently stroked his hair and asked him, "What are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried that you'll be mad at me and Dad and never wake up again."

I smiled: "No, I just have a fever, I'm just sick, I'm not angry with you and my father, why do you think I won't wake up?"

Song Mo frowned and thought for a moment: "Because Dad said..."

"Song Mo."

Song Mo and I both looked at the door, and Song Bailao's tall and straight figure appeared there at some point.

He walked towards me, and as soon as I saw him, I remembered the tragic last night, tightened the arms that embraced Song Mo, and shrank into the bed.

Song Bailao paused slightly, then approached again.

"How are you feeling?"

Nothing but pain.

"It's okay." I looked up and smiled at him.

Then we were speechless. Maybe Song Bailao also consciously felt guilty, or maybe he took into account the presence of children, so it's hard to say too much about last night.

Song Mo sticked to me and talked to me for a while, then Sister Nine came in with a small table, followed by two servants, holding a clay pot and a set of tableware.

Sister Nine put the table on my bed, and the other two servants put the porridge in the pot into bowls and put it on the small table.

This is a pot of porridge that is absolutely delicious and fragrant.

I was eating porridge, Song Bailao asked Sister-in-law Nine to take Song Mo to bed, I saw it was almost half past eight, it was time for the child to go to bed.

Song Mo was reluctant to leave at first, Song Bailao's face sank, and he was about to get angry, I hurried in front of me and said, "Be good, or my mother won't like you."

Song Mo's face turned pale, as if he was hurt by me.

I was so distressed that I just wanted to comfort him, he lowered his head, walked silently to Sister Nine, and took her hand, which means compromise.

Ninth sister-in-law picked him up and coaxed: "Don't be sad, young master, Mr. Ning wants to rest, and you have to rest too. Let's come back tomorrow, okay?"

One old and one young followed by two servants out the door.

Song Bailao sat on the sofa chair beside the bed, stared at my side face and said nothing.

I ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, but I couldn't hold back, so I turned to look at him.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Song Bailao said, "It's easy for your mother to come and go."

When I choked, the delicious food in my mouth was a little hard to swallow.

"I..."

"Do you want children?"

I stared at him in shock, unable to react for a moment.

He looked down on my belly, and quickly moved away: "Even if you think I can't let you give birth to my child."

Well, now the taste in the mouth is not only hard to swallow, but even bitter.

I said dryly, "I know."

"Yesterday, I didn't have time to put on the condom." He paused, "If you have a child because of this..."

I interrupted him and said lightly: "No, there will be no children."

Even if he is reluctant, I have already given birth to the child, he can put it back if he has the ability.

He frowned: "I mean 'if', although beta is not so easy to get pregnant, but who can say this kind of thing? In case you have a child..."

In order to show my awareness of current affairs, I quickly answered: "Then don't, destroy it."

This is impossible anyway.

Song Bailao loosened his brows and looked at me for a while, leaning back on the chair, his face looked a bit gloomy under the light.

"Very good," he said softly, then repeated, "Very good."