After Amnesia, the Fishing-Type O Tempts Me to Mark Her - Chapter 8

The mark has faded. Time for another one.

Xu Xun, of course, wouldn’t refuse such a delightful proposition.

In the kitchen, the steamer hummed softly as it worked.

At the dining table, Xu Xun’s legs were slightly parted.

Cheng Yang stood perfectly between them, one hand pressed against Xu Xun’s waist, the other cupping her chin.

She slowly lifted Xu Xun’s face.

Just as their lips brushed, Cheng Yang felt a sudden tightening around her waist.

Looking down, she realized Xu Xun’s legs had wrapped around her waist, hooking tightly.

Cheng Yang’s lips curved into a smile. But the moment she met Xu Xun’s gaze, those legs abruptly retracted.

“Wife,” Cheng Yang murmured, hooking her hand behind Xu Xun’s knee.

With a gentle tug, she pulled the Omega slowly against her waist.

Xu Xun gasped in surprise. Cheng Yang leaned down, swiftly capturing her lips. Her tongue slid into Xu Xun’s mouth, exploring the warmth of her gums.

Cheng Yang had no memory of her past, not even of kissing.

Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps practice made perfect.

She pressed Xu Xun down, one hand caressing the soft, burning skin of her nape until she had pinned the Omega completely against the table.

Xu Xun’s legs wrapped around Cheng Yang’s waist, beyond her control.

The air filled with the scent of White Sandalwood pheromones.

The air carried a faint peach fragrance, the unmistakable scent of their suppressed pheromones.

Xu Xun’s pheromones were naturally potent, but Cheng Yang’s were different.

Having suffered injuries, her body hadn’t fully recovered, far from its peak condition. To expedite healing, her body had suppressed non-essential functions and sexual urges.

Consequently, Cheng Yang was less sensitive to Xu Xun’s pheromones, even though their pheromonal compatibility was perfect.

Xu Xun arched her slender, pale neck, offering her entire body to Cheng Yang like a sacrifice.

With her eyes closed, she precisely stroked the back of Cheng Yang’s neck, gently guiding the Alpha’s head toward her.

Xu Xun slowly opened her eyes. “Yangyang, the mark is fading. Could you refresh it for me?”

Cheng Yang gasped, squinting to examine the mark on Xu Xun’s nape.

Noticing how faint it had become, almost nonexistent, Cheng Yang leaned in, her lips slowly descending onto the feverishly pink skin.

Then, she gently bit down.

She had believed refreshing the mark would deepen their bond.

But she never expected this.

A suppressed, low moan of pain reached her ears. Cheng Yang’s eyes snapped open.

Xu Xun’s face had been flushed moments ago. But almost immediately after Cheng Yang bit down, the Omega’s complexion changed drastically.

Xu Xun’s lips had turned pale and trembled uncontrollably, her face as white as paper.

“A’Xun!”

Tears streamed from the corners of Xu Xun’s eyes. She bit down hard on her lower lip to endure the pain, yet still managed to lift her head. “It’s okay. It’s been a while since I was marked. The pain is normal.”

Cheng Yang’s nape was gripped again, Xu Xun pressing her head down forcefully. “Hurry! Mark me!”

“No.”

Cheng Yang shook her head and backed away, meeting Xu Xun’s bloodshot eyes. “You’ll get hurt. You’re not yourself right now. I’m calling Jian Fan to come check on you!”

The steamer’s timer had reached ten minutes, and a faint aroma of eggs filled the air.

But neither of them had any appetite.

Though Cheng Yang felt weak all over, as an Alpha, she could easily lift Xu Xun, who weighed less than a hundred pounds.

“Yangyang…”

Xu Xun’s body felt hollowed out as she curled up in Cheng Yang’s arms. “Why did you stop? I’m really okay…”

“Don’t talk.”

Cheng Yang’s legs trembled as she carried Xu Xun upstairs, her voice shaking. “I’ve called Jian Fan. Stay still and listen to me.”

Xu Xun lowered her gaze.

On the back of her neck was a deep bite mark, mottled with red swelling, its appearance horrifying.

Cheng Yang gently laid Xu Xun on the bed. “Don’t move. Lie on your stomach. Let me see what’s wrong.”

What she saw made her heart pound in terror.

The area around Xu Xun’s scent gland was swollen and inflamed, with faint traces of fresh bl00d and deep canine tooth marks still visible.

Cheng Yang was consumed by regret and self-blame.

She rubbed her head vigorously as she sat beside Xu Xun and pulled out her phone to call Jian Fan.

Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Dr. Jian, please come quickly. A’Xun’s scent gland is swollen and painful, and she’s shaking all over…”

“I’ll be right there,” Jian Fan replied.

Less than ten minutes later, Jian Fan arrived with her medical bag.

Cheng Yang stood nearby, her head bowed in remorse. “Dr. Jian, please check her quickly. What could have caused this?”

Jian Fan frowned deeply as she examined Xu Xun, who lay silently on the bed, enduring the pain. She gritted her teeth in anger.

Xu Xun didn’t say a word. She turned her head slightly, but the movement tugged at the wound, causing cold sweat to break out on her forehead.

Jian Fan felt both heartache and fury, her face darkening as she struggled to speak.

Cheng Yang stood anxiously beside her. “Dr. Jian, do you see anything?”

Jian Fan took a deep breath. “Wait a moment. I need to do a full examination. You’ll have to step outside for now.”

“Alright,” Cheng Yang said, turning to walk toward the door. She glanced back repeatedly before finally closing it behind her.

As soon as Cheng Yang left, Jian Fan immediately dropped his pretense.

He lowered his voice. “How could you agree to this? Did you throw my words to the dogs?”

Xu Xun lay on the bed, his eyes stubbornly defiant. “Mind your own business. I know what I’m doing.”

“Say that again—that you know what you’re doing?”

Jian Fan carefully cleaned the bite mark on Xu Xun’s nape with gauze, his tone icy. “You’re completely insane! You’re blinded by greed! You’re a lunatic!”

“Thanks,” Xu Xun said, a weak smile tugging at his lips as he struggled to sit up. “I just wanted a little too much.”

Jian Fan pinched Xu Xun’s philtrum hard, warning, “Cheng Yang didn’t leave a deep mark this time. Her body is already weak, and she lacks strong control. But she restrained herself because she was afraid of hurting you, of harming you.”

“And you?” Jian Fan nearly fainted from anger. “You deliberately released your pheromones in the villa, didn’t you?”

Xu Xun replied matter-of-factly, “Yes.”

Jian Fan gritted his teeth. “You… I don’t even know what to say to you anymore.”

“Just leave me alone,” Xu Xun said, touching his nape. Even the slightest tug sent a sharp pain through him. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Jian Fan removed his sterile gloves, tidied up the medical instruments, and said expressionlessly, “You’d better be. If you were truly conscious, you wouldn’t have deliberately used your pheromones to tempt her into marking you.”

Xu Xun shakily stood up and smiled at Jian Fan. “Jian Fan, thank you.”

“I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I…”

Jian Fan sighed and asked sternly, “Have you considered your future with her?”

Xu Xun froze.

Jian Fan had seen through everything long ago. She shook her head helplessly. “I knew it.”

“Good luck.”

Those were Jian Fan’s last words before leaving.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Cheng Yang had been waiting for a long time, but Jian Fan hadn’t come out.

She walked into the kitchen, put on gloves, and took out the steamed egg Xu Xun had made, placing it in a thermal box.

The steamed egg was soft, silky, and golden-yellow, looking utterly delicious.

Cheng Yang sat at the dining table, cradling her cheeks in her hands, silent.

Recalling Xu Xun’s unbearable pain earlier, waves of self-reproach washed over her.

Why hadn’t I taken things more slowly?

Why hadn’t I paid closer attention to Xu Xun’s condition from the start?

Omegas weren’t as resilient as Alphas; their glands were more delicate and required meticulous care.

Cheng Yang lowered her head, her fingers kneading the silk tablecloth.

Worry and anxiety gnawed at her.

If only she hadn’t made such an unreasonable request earlier.

The moment the bedroom door opened, Cheng Yang leaped to her feet.

Seeing Jian Fan descending the stairs with a medical kit, Cheng Yang rushed after him.

“Dr. Jian, how is A’Xun?”

Jian Fan reassured her, “She’s fine now. She’s doing well.”

Cheng Yang hurried to the front door, her hands gripping the doorknob tightly.

Just as she was about to turn the knob, she called out to Jian Fan, who had already reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Dr. Jian, could I speak with you privately for a moment?”

Jian Fan paused, his brow furrowing slightly where Cheng Yang couldn’t see. “Of course.”

The two women moved to Xu Xun’s study.

The study was large and filled with books of all kinds. This was Cheng Yang’s first time here.

She invited Jian Fan to sit on the sofa, taking the seat opposite her.

Jian Fan tried to keep her voice neutral. “What did you want to ask?”

Cheng Yang clasped her hands together, her restless fingers betraying her anxiety.

“I want to know why A’Xun is like this.”

Jian Fan had anticipated this question and delivered her prepared explanation.

“I haven’t encountered this issue before. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t marked anyone in a long time, or maybe it’s because her heat cycle hasn’t started yet. Marking can be disrupted during that time.”

Cheng Yang pinched the bridge of her nose, blaming herself. “It’s my fault. I didn’t realize the consequences would be this severe. I… I…”

Her headache returned.

Cheng Yang closed her eyes and took a deep breath, missing the fleeting complex emotion in Jian Fan’s eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. Just be more careful in the future.”

Cheng Yang slowly exhaled, still reproaching herself. “Why can’t I control myself? How could I be so stupid?”

Jian Fan moved his lips, but the words he wanted to say remained unspoken.

“Don’t worry, Dr. Jian. I’ll restrain myself better from now on.”

Seeing Cheng Yang’s self-reproachful expression, Jian Fan pursed his lips. “Actually, it’s not a major problem. Don’t blame yourself. If Xu Xun saw you like this… he’d be heartbroken.”

Cheng Yang nodded slowly. “Mm.”

Jian Fan continued, “By the way, her wound shouldn’t get wet for a while. She can only take baths after it’s fully healed. And…”

“And what?” Cheng Yang asked, puzzled by Jian Fan’s hesitation.

Jian Fan’s expression turned somewhat awkward. “It’s best to avoid intercourse for now. Kissing and hugging are fine, but you should refrain from anything more intimate for the time being. It could lead to complications.”

Cheng Yang nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry, I’ll follow your instructions.”

Jian Fan had a bitter truth she couldn’t voice.

She knew Xu Xun all too well.

Would he really obediently refrain from “taking advantage of the situation”?

The answer was, of course, impossible.

But this was ultimately someone else’s “family matter,” and Jian Fan didn’t want to play peacemaker. She preferred to offer only a subtle warning.

Even though she was complicit in this.

Jian Fan stood up, medical kit in hand. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.”

“Wait!”

Jian Fan turned back.

Cheng Yang couldn’t suppress her lingering doubts, yet she didn’t know what to ask.

“I’m sorry for calling you over so late and bothering you.”

Jian Fan’s lips curved into a slight smile.

“It’s no trouble at all. This is my job. Just call me if you need anything in the future.”

Shortly after Jian Fan left, Cheng Yang’s confusion persisted.

As she chopped the freshly washed scallions on the cutting board into fine slivers, she replayed the recent events in her mind.

According to what Xu Xun had told her earlier, their secret marriage was approaching its six-month mark.

Even in a secret marriage—one kept hidden from the public, with no plans for children—it was inconceivable that they hadn’t been intimate even once in all this time.

If that’s the case, then this definitely wasn’t the first time he’d been marked.

Why was Xu Xun in so much pain…?