When the Scumbag A Got the Dog-Licking Script - Chapter 19

Before Yu Jinzhao could even move, Pei Daowan lowered the strap of her nightgown herself, revealing most of her shoulder and neck.

Yu Jinzhao instantly held her breath, too afraid to even look. Her head instinctively lowered.

Though she immediately averted her gaze, she could still see the slender curve of Pei Daowan’s waist disappearing beneath the fabric of her nightgown in her peripheral vision.

Her face began to burn uncontrollably as the belated realization struck her: Pei Daowan seemed to be wearing nothing beneath her nightgown!

The thought exploded in her mind, sending a rush of heat to her head.

“Hmm?”

Noticing Yu Jinzhao’s sudden stillness, Pei Daowan tilted her head slightly, wondering why she had stopped. She unconsciously voiced her question in a soft, breathy murmur.

The faint sound jolted Yu Jinzhao awake. She slapped her cheek, shook her head, and forced herself to banish the unrealistic fantasies. Her fingers once again pressed against Pei Daowan’s shoulder and neck.

The movie had stopped playing at some point, likely paused by Pei Daowan. But Yu Jinzhao was too preoccupied to notice; her entire focus was now fixed on Pei Daowan’s shoulder and neck.

In the dim, shadowy light of the night, Yu Jinzhao couldn’t see clearly, yet the indistinctness only added to the hazy, dreamlike beauty.

Yu Jinzhao tried to keep her gaze fixed forward, determined not to let her attention be fully consumed by what lay beneath her fingers. But the sensation was so vivid that her mind instantly filled in the details.

She imagined herself standing amidst rolling sand dunes, the wind whipping sand against her closed eyes. The dunes rose and fell in undulating waves, silently conveying some profound emotion beneath the crescent moon.

Yu Jinzhao didn’t actually look down. Relying solely on touch, she sensed the pale skin faintly visible beneath the silk nightgown. The graceful curve of the back flowed smoothly from shoulder to darkness, like a mountain range or a winding stream etched across the body.

Applying more pressure, Yu Jinzhao felt the spine respond with a faint creak, like delicate vines hidden beneath the skin reacting to an external force.

Hollows, smoothness, undulations… The contours unfolded beneath Yu Jinzhao’s hands, each curve and hollow rendered with unprecedented clarity and depth.

This wasn’t a massage; it was an act of creation. Her fingers were the brush, the back the canvas. With each movement, the muscles beneath her hands rippled gently, like the faintest ripples on a still lake stirred by a gentle breeze. As she traced the curves with deliberate pressure, Yu Jinzhao felt deeply moved by this natural, unadorned beauty.

Suddenly, a small indentation at the nape of Pei Daowan’s neck caught Yu Jinzhao’s attention, startling her slightly.

She instinctively lowered her head to examine it, puzzled by the unexpected hollow on the otherwise smooth skin.

Brushing aside stray strands of hair, Yu Jinzhao revealed a mark resembling a tiny flower blooming before her eyes.

It was an irregular, wedge-shaped pattern surrounded by minute, barely visible indentations. Had Yu Jinzhao not been observing so closely, she would have missed them entirely.

At its center lay a small, circular petal-like shape, utterly charming in its miniature form.

A flurry of thoughts raced through Yu Jinzhao’s mind, yet she didn’t immediately recognize what it was. She even mused, What a unique birthmark!

And so beautiful! The pale pink hue, tinged with crimson, perfectly framed the central crimson dot that served as the flower’s pistil. It was truly the most exquisite birthmark she had ever seen.

It had to be said: the female lead was truly blessed, her beauty radiating from every strand of hair.

Yu Jinzhao couldn’t resist gently touching the “birthmark.” Its uniqueness was irresistible, drawing her in with an inexplicable allure.

Pei Daowan, thoroughly relaxed by Yu Jinzhao’s massage and completely unguarded, suddenly felt a tingling sensation at her gland. She snapped awake.

“What are you doing?”

Almost instantly, Pei Daowan sat up, her hair falling loose with the movement, covering her scent gland.

Yu Jinzhao was stunned. Was this “birthmark” off-limits?

“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I just thought it looked so pretty, I couldn’t resist touching it.”

“Birthmark?!” Pei Daowan’s eyes narrowed, her tone sharp and slightly menacing. Did Yu Jinzhao really not know what she was saying? Or was she deliberately playing dumb?

A realization flashed through Yu Jinzhao’s mind, and her face flushed crimson. She stammered, “I’m sorry, I forgot… I didn’t mean to… I…”

Yu Jinzhao looked utterly mortified, wishing she could disappear into the floor. Seeing her so flustered, Pei Daowan couldn’t bring herself to be angry, no matter how furious she was.

Fine, she thought. She clearly doesn’t understand what touching someone’s scent gland means. For some reason, Pei Daowan didn’t feel like explaining. Instead, she simply warned her, “Remember, this is where an Omega’s scent gland is located. Don’t touch it again without permission.”

Yu Jinzhao nodded timidly, burying her face in her chest, afraid to even glance up.

Pei Daowan sighed inwardly. She usually seems so sharp, not at all stupid. How can she act so clueless sometimes?

“Do you still want to watch the movie?”

Yu Jinzhao gently shook her head. Her mind wasn’t on the film tonight; even if they put on her favorite movie, she wouldn’t be able to focus.

Pei Daowan glanced at the time. It was just past ten—still early enough. No need to go to bed so soon.

“Then what do you want to do?”

The heat on Yu Jinzhao’s face subsided slightly, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. “I don’t know.”

In truth, Yu Jinzhao didn’t want to do anything at all. She simply wanted to be with Pei Daowan, feeling a sense of happiness and an indescribable emotion spreading through her heart.

Seeing that Yu Jinzhao was unlikely to offer any suggestions, Pei Daowan turned off the screen. The two sat in the darkness, silent and still.

Under the cover of darkness, Yu Jinzhao’s courage grew. Using the moonlight filtering through the curtain gap, she traced Pei Daowan’s silhouette with her eyes.

Having studied oil painting for years, Yu Jinzhao possessed a natural talent for color. Now, she felt as if she were perceiving a fusion of ink and color in Pei Daowan’s presence.

She couldn’t quite describe this color. In today’s internet slang, it would be called “a vibrant black.”

But Pei Daowan’s black wasn’t merely black; it was a deep, suppressed darkness intertwined with a bright, pristine whiteness.

Complexity and simplicity coexisted, intensity and subtlety blended, and the struggle between night and day raged within her.

Yu Jinzhao once again recalled that petal-like, beautiful gland. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Are all Omega glands this beautiful?”