Transmigrated Before the Scum A Tortured the Female Lead (GL) - Chapter 4

Song Jiao fell into darkness. At first, she felt no fear, but rather a sense of joy and happiness after escaping.

But she soon became restless in the silent descent.

The further down she sank, the stronger the burning sensation became. Song Jiao suddenly realized that she might be falling into purgatory. She began to struggle desperately for survival, but couldn’t move even a finger.

In her despair, a pair of gentle and reliable arms caught Song Jiao, and the feeling of weightlessness disappeared in that instant.

She vaguely smelled the fresh scent of natural citrus fruits, like someone peeling the skin of a freshly picked tangerine, releasing its unique slightly astringent fragrance, and squeezing the plump tangerine flesh in their palm, splashing out sweet juice.

Suddenly, it seemed like she had come to the sea. The cool, salty water vapor was carried by the wind and brushed her face, and the flames that roasted her body were gradually extinguished by the moist wind.

Song Jiao almost sighed in comfort.

She lay lazily, finding peace in the scent of citrus and sea salt. In the haze, someone held her hand, carefully and tenderly. Song Jiao instinctively knew that this was the person who had saved her.

Before falling asleep, she mustered all her strength and gently squeezed back.

And with her fingertips, she trustingly pinched the other person’s palm.

The touch in her palm startled Xu Jinzhao, and all her romantic thoughts flew away. She looked at the Omega’s face in a panic, her heart pounding.

Song Jiao didn’t wake up. Her eyelashes were quietly lowered, and her brow had smoothed out at some point, sleeping soundly.

Xu Jinzhao took some time to calm herself down, gently put down Song Jiao’s hand, and got up to change the IV bag.

Her back was covered in a layer of sticky sweat. Xu Jinzhao blamed it on the air conditioner’s temperature control, picked up the remote control and turned it down two degrees, deciding to go back to the original owner’s bedroom for a quick shower.

The wounds on her ears and hands couldn’t get wet, so Xu Jinzhao found a roll of plastic wrap in the kitchen downstairs and carefully wrapped them in front of the bathroom mirror.

The original owner had a face identical to Xu Jinzhao’s, but she paid more attention to her appearance than Xu Jinzhao, who spent years facing her easel. Her skin was meticulously fair, her eyebrows were clearly carefully trimmed, her long black hair, which reached her shoulders, was permed into large curls, and her finger joints didn’t have the calluses from years of holding a brush.

Xu Jinzhao turned her shoulder, lifted her hair, and saw the familiar red mole on the side of her neck.

This body was like a copy and paste of another her from the real world.

She smiled self-deprecatingly. The original owner was a wealthy second-generation heir, and she, a down-and-out painter whose future was ruined and who lived in constant fear, had crossed over, which could be considered a lucky break.

Standing under the shower, letting the hot water wash over her, Xu Jinzhao reached out to touch the small patch of skin on the back of her neck. The scent glands seemed to be completely quiet, obediently hiding under the thin skin without any sense of presence.

She dried her body, changed into her underwear and nightgown, dried her hair halfway, and took her blanket and pillow to Song Jiao’s bedroom at the other end of the hallway.

The Omega was still asleep, but her brow was slightly furrowed again, feeling uncomfortable in her dream.

Xu Jinzhao sat on the edge of the bed and released some pheromones to soothe her. The original owner’s interrupted marking had brought this troublesome aftereffect. She had to sleep in this room filled with the Omega’s scent tonight.

The IV was almost finished. Xu Jinzhao carefully peeled off the medical tape on the back of Song Jiao’s hand, pulled out the needle, and pressed a cotton pad to stop the bleeding.

Even this slight skin contact made her glands at the back of her neck start to react faintly again.

The unpredictability of an Alpha in heat was too high. Xu Jinzhao spread out her bedding on the floor and seriously considered whether she should tie her hands to the bedpost with zip ties.

But the small knife that had been taken back to the kitchen finally made Xu Jinzhao give up the idea.

What if the Omega woke up in the middle of the night and, in a fit of anger, did something to her…

It wasn’t entirely impossible.

Xu Jinzhao took a compromise approach, finding a hair ribbon from Song Jiao’s dressing table and tying her wrists together with a knot. This would reduce her own aggressiveness and allow her to escape in time of danger.

At two o’clock in the morning, Xu Jinzhao was finally able to lie down and rest, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Song Jiao didn’t sleep as soundly as the Alpha. In her dream, she was drifting on the sea in a boat, looking for an island full of citrus fruits.

The sea breeze blew in with the scent of oranges. She could already see the green island dotted with orange, but she couldn’t get close to land.

The Omega unconsciously followed her instincts, turning over and leaning towards the source of her comfort. Her hand fell off the bed, and her arm glowed with a faint white light in the night.

Her fingertips were only a little bit away from the Alpha’s wrist, which was tied with a red ribbon.

The first person to wake up after sunrise was Song Jiao.

For the first few minutes after opening her eyes, she was still confused, lying there blankly. Then her consciousness gradually returned, and she remembered what had happened last night.

Song Jiao suddenly sat up and, as expected, saw Xu Jinzhao lying on the floor.

She shuddered for a moment, recoiling sharply, her elbow and shoulder hitting the headboard with a dull thud.

But Song Jiao didn’t care about the pain, because Xu Jinzhao seemed to have been woken up, turning over in her sleep.

In her panic, Song Jiao immediately lay back down, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She didn’t know what had happened and was both afraid and flustered. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she had to grab the sheets under the blanket to stop herself from trembling.

She could feel Xu Jinzhao standing up, her figure blocking the light, standing by the bed, rustling, not knowing what she was doing.

Song Jiao opened her eyes a slit and observed the Alpha’s movements through her eyelashes.

The scene before her made her pause.

Xu Jinzhao’s wrists were tied together, and she was struggling to pick at the knot with her fingertips, biting the ribbon to loosen it, and untying it from her wrist.

Song Jiao didn’t have time to think about it and quickly closed her eyes again.

She heard the Alpha’s slightly hoarse whisper, “I forgot to close the curtains…”

With the faint rustling of the curtain rings sliding, Song Jiao felt the bedroom darken, and most of the dazzling sunlight was blocked by the curtains.

After a few short seconds, Xu Jinzhao seemed to walk back to the bed and stood still.

Song Jiao couldn’t predict what she was going to do, trying to control her eyelashes from trembling, pretending to be still asleep.

The next moment, something warm and soft fell on Song Jiao’s forehead. The Alpha’s voice carried a noticeable hint of pleasure: “The fever’s gone.”

Song Jiao realized that it was Xu Jinzhao’s back of her hand testing her temperature.

Her mind was in a mess, with various thoughts tangled together, and she couldn’t make a definite judgment.

Xu Jinzhao’s hand left her forehead, and the room was carpeted, so she couldn’t hear her footsteps.

After a moment, there was a sound from the dressing table opposite.

Song Jiao bravely opened her eyes again. She only saw the Alpha’s back, her slightly curled black hair scattered on her shoulders, her silk nightgown wrapped around her body, the hem hanging between her knees, her bare feet slightly sinking into the plush carpet.

She seemed to have found something, then bent down, leaning low over the dressing table with her back to Song Jiao.

The back of the nightgown also moved up with this action, stopping just above the hollow of her knees, revealing the Alpha’s tight and slender legs.

Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, she slightly bent her right knee, her foot slightly tiptoed, propped her elbows on the table, her right shoulder lowered, her hair slid down her shoulder, revealing a small patch of skin on her back.

But the most commendable part was, of course, the waist and hips that were highlighted by the movement, wrapped in silk and satin, outlining a moving and charming curve.

Xu Jinzhao quickly stood up again, put something on the bedside table, picked up the bedding, and gently closed the door.

Only when the footsteps faded away did Song Jiao sit up from the bed.

She immediately looked at the bedside table, where there was a note.

Song Jiao picked up the note, and on the paper was a simple guarantee written in a graceful hand, with a formal signature:

[I’m sorry, this will never happen again.]

[—Xu Jinzhao]

The paper was torn from Song Jiao’s usual notebook. The notebook didn’t have any fragrance, but at that moment, she vaguely smelled a slightly unfamiliar scent.

Song Jiao subconsciously brought it to her nose and sniffed lightly.

It was citrus and sea salt, a sweet and refreshing scent, with a reassuring coolness.

Song Jiao had never encountered such a fragrance in her memory.

Author’s Notes:

Sister Jinzhao with citrus and sea salt, both sweet and salty.