After Amnesia, the Fishing-Type O Tempts Me to Mark Her - Chapter 22

Cheng Yang remained motionless.

In the darkness, Xu Xun’s ragged breathing filled the air, making Cheng Yang’s entire body burn with heat.

“Wife, stop squirming. You’ll only make yourself itch more.”

Cheng Yang pulled Xu Xun into a tight embrace.

Their bodies pressed together so closely that not even a thin sheet of paper could fit between them.

Cheng Yang took a deep breath, seized Xu Xun’s restless hands, and pinned her firmly against his chest.

“Don’t move!”

Xu Xun gradually stilled.

Cheng Yang exhaled in relief, using the dim light from the bedside lamp to make out Xu Xun’s face.

The Omega’s cheeks were flushed crimson, as if he were drunk. But Cheng Yang knew he hadn’t been drinking; this wasn’t intoxication, but pure pleasure.

A warm, damp sensation spread across Cheng Yang’s thigh.

Holding Xu Xun close, Cheng Yang gently patted his back.

“Feeling better now?”

Xu Xun’s voice was husky and languid, tinged with a hint of resentment.

“Why didn’t you help me? You just lay there, completely still. You could have at least rubbed against me with your leg.”

Cheng Yang sat up and switched on the overhead chandelier.

The room instantly brightened, and Cheng Yang could clearly see the red marks on Xu Xun’s arm.

Cheng Yang sighed and turned to retrieve the ointment from the bedside table drawer.

As she bent down, Xu Xun wrapped her arms around her from behind.

The Omega pressed her face against Cheng Yang’s back, murmuring softly, “Yangyang, I’m sorry…”

Cheng Yang twisted open the cap and turned to face Xu Xun.

“What are you talking about? You’re my lover. Helping you find relief is my responsibility.”

Cheng Yang lifted the blanket, her lips curving into a smile as she noticed the distinct wet patch on Xu Xun’s pajama pants.

“Wife, it’s all your fault. You made my pants wet.”

Xu Xun’s face flushed.

Cheng Yang might appear proper and refined on the surface, but she was a complete rascal at heart.

She especially loved uttering provocative remarks.

And her focus always took unexpected turns.

Just like now.

Xu Xun rasped, “Then why don’t you hurry up and take them off?”

Cheng Yang’s lips curled into a teasing smile as she unbuttoned Xu Xun’s shirt, her gaze lingering on the small red marks dotting her chest.

“I won’t. I like your things.”

Xu Xun’s heart nearly leaped out of her throat.

Her hands moved faster than her thoughts.

Xu Xun wiped Cheng Yang’s pant leg with her fingertip, then directly smeared the soft pad of her finger across Cheng Yang’s lips.

“Does it taste good?”

Cheng Yang instinctively licked her lips, leaning forward slightly to capture Xu Xun’s fingertip in her mouth before Xu Xun could retract it.

Xu Xun held her breath as her fingertip was tightly enveloped by Cheng Yang’s warm, moist mouth, her gaze fixed on Cheng Yang’s exquisite face as she swallowed hard.

She was mesmerized, her soul lost.

Cheng Yang bit down on Xu Xun’s fingertip, wetting it before slowly releasing it. Then, she opened her mouth and bit down on Xu Xun’s wrist.

Xu Xun’s wrist was slender and pale, the wrist bone prominent beneath her fair skin, adorned with a small black mole.

Cheng Yang extended her tongue and licked the mole.

Neither of them spoke.

As Cheng Yang’s lips and teeth slowly released Xu Xun’s wrist, she squeezed out some milky-white ointment and gently rubbed it into Xu Xun’s skin, acting as if nothing had happened.

Xu Xun rubbed her fingertip for a moment.

The Alpha had just brushed her teeth with peach-flavored toothpaste, leaving a faint, sweet scent lingering between her lips.

Xu Xun slowly raised her upper body, wanting to lean in and kiss her.

Cheng Yang was well aware of Xu Xun’s intentions.

She slowly curled one corner of her lips into a faint smile, continuing to apply the ointment to Xu Xun’s back as if nothing were amiss.

Xu Xun trembled from the ticklish sensation.

She was indeed very ticklish.

“Yangyang, are you done yet?” Her voice shook.

Cheng Yang’s lips curved slightly. “Almost. I haven’t done your back yet.”

Xu Xun removed his shirt, revealing his smooth, snow-white back.

Turning away from Cheng Yang, he deliberately pushed his hair forward, exposing the small, soft, pale pink gland at the nape of his neck.

Leaning forward slightly, Xu Xun braced himself on the bed with both hands.

Cheng Yang had never seen him in this position before.

It was a very convenient position for making love.

Cheng Yang’s breathing quickened.

The Omega’s alluringly sweet gland was within arm’s reach.

With just a slight lean forward, she could sink her sharp canines into it.

If another Alpha were in her place, they might have lost control the moment Xu Xun unbuttoned his shirt.

But Cheng Yang was different.

Besides her own willpower, her weakened physical condition after the injury also played a role.

She was currently completely insensitive to Omega pheromones.

Cheng Yang glanced at Xu Xun’s back and quickly applied the ointment to all the red spots.

Xu Xun stood with her back to Cheng Yang, eagerly anticipating the Alpha behind her to pounce and pin her to the bed, biting her neck and grinding against her fiercely.

But after a long moment, Cheng Yang remained completely still.

Xu Xun twisted her head to look, only to find Cheng Yang had already gotten out of bed and was fetching a fresh set of pajamas.

“……”

After dressing Xu Xun, Cheng Yang found herself wide awake.

She sat on the edge of the bed, casually picking up a classic novel and reading by the dim lamplight.

Xu Xun pressed close, leaning against Cheng Yang’s shoulder, her gaze fixed on the book in her hand.

Xu Xun couldn’t recognize a single letter on the page.

Curiously, she poked at the cover with her finger. “What book is this?”

Cheng Yang’s lips curved into a smile. “It’s a French edition of *Pride and Prejudice*.”

Xu Xun replied honestly, “French? I can’t read that.”

Cheng Yang closed the book, turned to face Xu Xun, and almost blurted out, “Je t’aime.”

The Alpha’s voice was deep and melodious, with a hint of sexy raspiness.

Even though Xu Xun didn’t understand the foreign words, her breath still caught in her throat.

The phrase sounded familiar. Xu Xun thought for a moment before realizing it was a French confession of love.

“……”

Xu Xun’s face flushed crimson instantly.

Cheng Yang had planned to read for a while before sleeping, but her casual “I love you” had unexpectedly turned Xu Xun’s cheeks scarlet.

“Honey, your face is red again,” Cheng Yang teased with a smile. “We’ve been married for so long, yet you still blush like we’re dating. You blush when I touch you, when I kiss you, and even when I confess my love.”

Xu Xun stubbornly retorted, “Maybe it’s just an allergy.”

Cheng Yang couldn’t help but laugh, and a mischievous urge to tease Xu Xun immediately arose.

She extended a finger, hooked it under Xu Xun’s chin, and slowly tilted his face upward.

“Tell me honestly, how long have we really been married?”

For Cheng Yang, it was just a playful joke.

Xu Xun’s pupils trembled violently, and before Cheng Yang could notice anything amiss, he quickly lowered his eyelids.

“You’re teasing me again. How could I possibly lie about something like our marriage?”

Cheng Yang leaned in with a sheepish grin. “Honey, I was just kidding! I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t be mad!”

Hearing Cheng Yang’s soft, coaxing tone, Xu Xun’s heart softened once more.

She curved her lips into a smile, its meaning ambiguous—was it self-mockery or contentment?

“Don’t talk nonsense again.”

—

Cheng Yang put down the book and lay down on the bed.

Cupping Xu Xun’s cheeks in her hands, she pressed a gentle kiss to the Omega’s forehead.

“Good night, darling.”

After the lights went out, Xu Xun remained wide awake.

In the darkness, she touched the back of her neck, listening to the Alpha’s calm, even breathing in her arms, and began to doubt herself.

She had stripped down to almost nothing, deliberately exposing her glands and releasing a faint, sweet pheromone.

Yet Cheng Yang seemed completely unfazed, as if she hadn’t even noticed.

*Could an Alpha’s libido decline after an injury?*

*Did Cheng Yang hurt herself somewhere?*

Or… *does she have some unspoken illness?*