After Amnesia, the Fishing-Type O Tempts Me to Mark Her - Chapter 10

Cheng Yang’s hands trembled slightly.

Xu Xun’s skin was incredibly fair, glowing like a luminous, pearly-white pearl under the bathroom light.

“Yangyang, what are you doing?” Xu Xun turned, smiling warmly at Cheng Yang, her slender, dark eyebrows arching slightly. “Why haven’t you helped me undress yet?”

“Oh.” Cheng Yang swallowed hard, stammering, “Okay, right away… right away.”

Xu Xun wasn’t wearing a bra. Once her outer clothes were off, she stood completely naked before Cheng Yang, making no attempt to conceal herself.

Cheng Yang’s gaze was first drawn to the Omega’s strikingly pale skin, then to the glaring black tattoo on her left arm.

It was a vivid, lifelike black snake.

The snake coiled around Xu Xun’s snow-white arm, its pink tongue flicking, its tail curling around her wrist.

All of Cheng Yang’s earlier romantic fantasies shattered the moment she saw the snake.

“Wife, you have a tattoo?”

“So cool.”

Cheng Yang couldn’t help but reach out, her fingertips slowly tracing the black snake tattoo on Xu Xun’s arm.

She looked up in disbelief, her gaze shifting between the snake tattoo and Xu Xun’s gentle, refined face.

A man as gentle and reserved as Xu Xun had such a large, striking black snake tattooed on his arm.

No wonder Cheng Yang had always seen Xu Xun wearing long sleeves to public events, no matter how hot the weather was, whether he was filming or giving interviews.

Even at home, Cheng Yang had never noticed the tattoo.

Since her amnesia, they hadn’t been intimate, let alone undress in front of each other.

Xu Xun noticed Cheng Yang’s gaze repeatedly drifting to his left arm. “Don’t you like it?”

Cheng Yang shook her head.

Xu Xun’s refined demeanor and handsome features made it hard to reconcile with such a bold black snake tattoo.

“It’s so cool,” she blurted out.

“It must have hurt a lot, right?”

Xu Xun’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Not really. I don’t mind pain much.”

“Not minding pain and not feeling it are two different things,” Cheng Yang retorted, her brow furrowing. She gripped Xu Xun’s wrist and murmured, “How did I never notice this before? It’s so obvious, yet I never saw it.”

“Why did you get this snake tattoo?” she asked.

Her curiosity about their past grew stronger with each passing moment.

Xu Xun paused, then explained, “To… cover a scar.”

“What?”

Cheng Yang was incredulous. She gripped Xu Xun’s left hand tightly, scrutinizing the lines of the snake tattoo until she finally noticed something amiss.

On Xu Xun’s arm were several faint, pale scars that looked like they had been made with a sharp blade.

The black tattoo obscured the scars, making them less noticeable, but they were still visible through the gaps in the coiled design.

Compelled by some inexplicable impulse, Cheng Yang lowered her head and kissed the snake’s head on Xu Xun’s arm.

Xu Xun smiled. “You like it?”

Cheng Yang nodded. “I do. It’s so cool, but I’d never get one myself. I’m too afraid of the pain.”

Xu Xun’s gaze softened as he looked at Cheng Yang’s head. He cupped the back of her neck with his palm and leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“I was scared at first too. But after a while, the pain went numb, and it didn’t seem so bad anymore.”

Cheng Yang blurted out, “Why would you hurt yourself?”

Ever since seeing the scars on Xu Xun’s arm, Cheng Yang knew they were self-inflicted wounds.

Over time, the scars had faded, blending into his skin.

But they still bore the marks of the bl00d that had once flowed from them.

Xu Xun chuckled. “I didn’t. These are from broken glass.”

“Do you think I’m a child you can fool?”

Cheng Yang stared intently at Xu Xun and called out, “A’Xun.”

Xu Xun lowered his gaze, the smile on his lips gradually freezing. “It’s really not.”

Cheng Yang didn’t press further.

Though she had a head injury, she wasn’t stupid. She understood this was Xu Xun’s secret, a pain he couldn’t voice. Even if she desperately wanted to know.

Cheng Yang changed the subject. “Alright, alright, hurry and take a bath. Dr. Jian said you can’t get that area wet, so I’ll help you wash.”

“Okay,” Xu Xun replied obediently, sitting on the small stool in the bathroom.

Standing behind him, Cheng Yang dampened a soft towel with warm water and gently wiped his back, carefully avoiding the glands on the back of his neck.

After being warmed by the hot water, Xu Xun’s skin flushed a delicate pink, like a ripe peach peeled bare.

As if possessed, Cheng Yang lowered her head, her lips almost touching Xu Xun’s shoulder.

Her warm breath brushed against his skin. Xu Xun slowly turned his head, meeting Cheng Yang’s flustered, guilty gaze.

At the last moment, Cheng Yang pulled away.

Jian Fan was right—restraining one’s desires was indeed incredibly difficult.

Especially for two young, vigorous Alphas and Omegas, naked and alone in the same room.

Where Cheng Yang couldn’t see, Xu Xun’s lips curled into a smirk, feigning ignorance.

Cheng Yang rubbed her nose, quickly finished drying Xu Xun’s back, and handed her the towel.

“Honey, I’ll wait outside. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself… with you… you know…”

Xu Xun feigned innocence. “With me what?”

“You know… that.”

Cheng Yang stammered, unable to finish her sentence, and turned to flee.

Xu Xun watched her retreating figure, her lips curving into a helpless smile.

Outside the bathroom, Cheng Yang gasped for breath.

For an Alpha, an Omega who was completely unguarded in her presence, and who occasionally uttered such tempting words, was the ultimate temptation.

Cheng Yang bit her lower lip, sitting on the bed with her hands propping up her cheeks.

The tattoo on Xu Xun’s arm had been truly astonishing.

She immediately grabbed her phone and searched for “Xu Xun tattoo,” but found nothing.

Given Xu Xun’s status as a public figure, she would need to conceal such a large tattoo.

Sitting at her computer, Cheng Yang had initially intended to search for information about Xu Xun’s tattoo, but ended up scrolling through videos of her for half an hour.

When she finally snapped out of it, she realized Xu Xun had been in the bathroom for over half an hour.

Just a quick wash, why is it taking so long?

Cheng Yang couldn’t help but feel anxious.

She closed her laptop and walked to the bathroom door, knocking gently with her knuckles.

“Honey, are you almost done?”

There was no response from inside.

Cheng Yang thought she heard the sound of running water. “Honey, are you showering? You can’t get the back of your neck wet!” she called out urgently.

The water stopped immediately.

Cheng Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Still, she couldn’t shake her unease. She had no idea what Xu Xun was doing inside.

Pressing her hand against the door, she leaned close, straining to hear any sounds. She was ready to break down the door if anything seemed amiss.

Unbeknownst to Cheng Yang, just a door separated them, their palms nearly touching.

Xu Xun’s right arm, tattooed with a black snake, hung limply.

The veins on the back of her left hand bulged, her fingertips flushed pink, softened by the hot water.

Her palm was damp.

Streaks of moisture crisscrossed the frosted glass door, warm, clear droplets sliding slowly down its surface.

Xu Xun’s swollen, crimson lips parted slightly, the tip of her pink tongue pressing against her teeth.

Soft, fragmented moans escaped her throat.

“Yangyang…”

“My Yangyang…”

The voice was low and restrained, yet its timbre was seductively wanton.

What a pity.

Only she could hear it.