When the Scumbag A Got the Dog-Licking Script - Chapter 33

“That… there needs to be… also…” Pei Daowan pleaded, but Yu Jinzhao ignored her. Once an Alpha’s… mark is opened, she would ensure that every inch of her… bore her mark.

Her arms felt like lead, her lips parched. She opened and closed her mouth, but no sound escaped. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, forming beads that slid down her cheeks.

Completely drained of strength, she had no energy left to resist…

How long had passed? Pei Daowan vaguely regained consciousness, trying to sit up, but the aching weakness in her waist pulled her back down onto the bed. She lay there in a daze for a long time before fragments of last night’s memories slowly returned.

Yu Jinzhao had… pressed her down again and again, seemingly without end. Whether she begged for mercy or… Yu Jinzhao remained heartless, showing no signs of letting up until she lost.

The lingering soreness hadn’t completely faded. Even the slightest movement sent waves of pain through her body. When she tried to speak, her throat felt dry, hoarse, and raw.

For the first time, Pei Daowan truly understood what it meant to be “abandoned by heaven and earth.”

What a bastard! Yu Jinzhao deserved to die! She had trusted her too much.

What infuriated her most was that Yu Jinzhao wasn’t even here right now. Use and discard?

Just then, Yu Jinzhao pushed the door open, carrying a glass of water. Her eyes widened when she saw Pei Daowan was awake.

Panic flashed across her face, guilt and anxiety practically written on her features. Pei Daowan scoffed inwardly. What’s with the act now? Where were you last night? You didn’t stop when I told you to.

Yu Jinzhao approached the bed hesitantly, barely daring to meet Pei Daowan’s gaze. Her head hung low, her voice lacking its usual confidence. “How are you feeling? Is anything still bothering you? Maybe you should drink some water first.”

When Pei Daowan remained silent, Yu Jinzhao hesitated for a moment before summoning the courage to help her sit up, carefully placing a soft pillow behind her back.

Pei Daowan glanced at the pillow. It wasn’t one of the two from last night—probably because those were soaked and unusable.

The sheets were fresh, and she felt no stickiness on her skin. She was neatly dressed in her pajamas, clearly a clumsy attempt at damage control.

Seeing how Yu Jinzhao had handled all the aftermath, Pei Daowan’s anger finally subsided a little, though she remained deeply displeased.

Leaning against the bed, Pei Daowan allowed Yu Jinzhao to feed her half a cup of water. Her throat finally felt a bit better, enough to speak, though her voice was still likely hoarse.

Observing Pei Daowan’s continued silence, Yu Jinzhao grew even more anxious. She knelt by the bed, her heart pounding with apprehension.

“I’m sorry. I never imagined things would get like that last night. I couldn’t resist, I completely lost control, so I just…”

“Shut up!” Pei Daowan snapped, her face flushed with anger and humiliation. She refused to hear another word about the previous night.

Yu Jinzhao bit her lip, looking like a child caught doing wrong, her face a mask of sincerity and remorse. This only made Pei Daowan seem even more unreasonable.

After a long hesitation, Yu Jinzhao remained concerned about Pei Daowan’s physical discomfort. After all, she had truly lost control last night, showing little restraint or tenderness.

“Um, I bought some ointment. You should really apply it, or it’ll be uncomfortable… If you can’t reach… I can…”

Yu Jinzhao stammered the last sentence, her face burning crimson.

Pei Daowan glared coldly at Yu Jinzhao, wishing she could sew her mouth shut with a needle. If looks could kill, Yu Jinzhao would have died eight hundred times over.

“Get out!”

Refusing to waste any more words, Pei Daowan issued a curt dismissal. Yu Jinzhao, torn between concern and fear of overstepping, could only leave with a conflicted expression.

“I’ve left the medicine here. Call me if you need anything—I’ll be right outside. Don’t be angry. I’ll go make some hangover soup.”

Pei Daowan was speechless, exasperated by Yu Jinzhao’s desperate attempts to find something to say. Hangover soup? What’s the point now? It’s completely useless!

The door clicked shut, leaving the room silent. Pei Daowan finally had a moment to calm down and think clearly. She felt a pang of frustration—how had things spiraled into this mess?

At first, she had simply trusted Yu Jinzhao’s character and thought of her as a convenient outlet for her frustrations. But the reality had completely defied her expectations!

Her voice, icy and sharp, cut through the silence: “System!”

The System jolted, knowing this moment was inevitable. Was there a more miserable system in the world? Not only did its Host ignore its advice, but it was now too terrified to even let out a fart.

It had finally understood: since the Host couldn’t bring herself to be angry with Yu Jinzhao, all her anger would inevitably be vented on the System.

A trembling voice answered, “I’m here!”

It had mentally braced itself for a storm of fury. Bring it on, bring it on.

Pei Daowan had regained her composure, her voice low and steady. “Was I completely marked last night?”

“Rest assured, Host, absolutely not. You can be completely certain of that.”

“Alright, I understand. You may leave.”

That’s it?!

That’s all?!

What was the point of all its mental preparation? Pei Daowan had summoned it just to ask a single question? It had been ready for her to tear Yu Jinzhao limb from limb and throw the pieces into the sea to feed the sharks.

It had even drafted a whole speech to dissuade her!

But Pei Daowan remained so calm, asking just one question and dismissing it. This is too much favoritism for Yu Jinzhao! I can’t take it anymore!

Unfortunately, Pei Daowan gave it no chance to speak further. With a thought, it was forced to vanish, its hatred for Yu Jinzhao burning.

Pei Daowan tilted her head, gazing at the ointment on the bedside table, her eyes dark and unreadable. She stared blankly for a long time.

After a while, she tentatively picked up the ointment, squeezed a tiny amount onto her fingertip, and felt nothing but a cold sensation.

After hesitating for a long moment, she finally decided to call for Yu Jinzhao. Why should she bear this punishment alone? Yu Jinzhao should suffer alongside her.

Yu Jinzhao hadn’t gone far, her mind constantly on alert. The moment she heard Pei Daowan call her name, she dropped what she was doing and rushed into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Seeing Yu Jinzhao’s panicked expression, Pei Daowan felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction.

Holding out the ointment, she spoke with condescension, “You apply it.”

Yu Jinzhao took the ointment with trembling hands, looking as if she were facing a formidable enemy. Anyone watching would have thought she was about to walk the executioner’s block.

Noticing the ointment residue under Pei Daowan’s nails, Yu Jinzhao grabbed a wet wipe from the bedside table and meticulously cleaned Pei Daowan’s fingers, inside and out, until they were spotless.

Then, she thoroughly cleaned her own fingers and, as a final touch, waved them twice in front of Pei Daowan, as if presenting her work for inspection.

Pei Daowan’s gaze turned resentful. It was bad enough that Yu Jinzhao was beautiful, but her hands were also slender yet strong, with clearly defined joints. Having experienced their touch last night, Pei Daowan found it hard to believe this wasn’t some kind of boast.

I really want to chop off her hands!

Sensing Pei Daowan’s hostile gaze, Yu Jinzhao assumed she was being too slow and hastily squeezed out the ointment, spreading it evenly on her fingertips.

Pei Daowan pursed her lips and reluctantly turned her back, revealing her slender frame and vulnerable nape. She brushed aside stray strands of hair with the back of her hand, exposing the swollen gland to Yu Jinzhao’s view.

One glance was enough to make Yu Jinzhao feel even more guilty. The gland’s redness and swelling were bad enough, but the surrounding area was covered in chaotic bite marks, the porcelain-white skin bruised a decadent purple that intertwined with finger-shaped marks, making it look as if Pei Daowan had been subjected to abuse.

Yu Jinzhao carefully applied the ointment around the gland, gently massaging it in circular motions with her fingertips to accelerate absorption.

“Hiss~”

A simultaneous sensation of coolness and stinging pain escaped Yu Jinzhao’s lips. The pressure from Yu Jinzhao’s circular motions brought a numbing ache that Pei Daowan found almost unbearable.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Was I pressing too hard? I’ll be gentler.”

Pei Daowan remained silent. It wasn’t about the pressure; Yu Jinzhao’s touch was already remarkably gentle. The gland, repeatedly marked the previous night, remained acutely sensitive, any external stimulus, no matter how slight, sending unbearable shivers through her.

Though the ointment was supposed to be cooling and soothing, Pei Daowan felt no relief whatsoever. It might have felt slightly better when first applied, but now, with Yu Jinzhao’s fingertips massaging in circles, she felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Without looking at Yu Jinzhao, she reached up to block her nape, her voice hoarse and strained. “That’s enough. No more massaging.”

Yu Jinzhao was genuinely remorseful, her face etched with anxiety. Hearing Pei Daowan’s refusal felt like the sky was about to fall.

She knelt halfway by the bed, still clutching the ointment. Her usually composed and lively features now drooped, her teary eyes pleading and pitiful.

Pei Daowan couldn’t resist Yu Jinzhao’s pitiful act. Softening her tone, she said, “I… I feel much better now. You don’t need to massage anymore.”

Only then did Yu Jinzhao’s expression brighten slightly. For a fleeting moment, Pei Daowan wondered if she was deliberately putting on this pathetic act to soften her heart.

Yu Jinzhao’s face twisted with hesitation. After a long pause, she finally asked in a voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz—Pei Daowan would have missed it entirely if she hadn’t been listening intently.

“Um… does… does that area… need some ointment too?”

Pei Daowan glared coldly at her, her expression fierce, and refused to acknowledge Yu Jinzhao any further.

Yu Jinzhao, “I was worried about the redness and swelling… Applying some medicine will help it heal faster…”

Looking at Yu Jinzhao’s anxious expression, Pei Daowan felt a strange disconnect. Did Yu Jinzhao really see her as so fragile? Or was she treating Pei Daowan like a child?

The more Pei Daowan thought about it, the more irritated she became. Even Yu Jinzhao’s presence started to grate on her nerves, and she couldn’t resist picking a fight.

“Didn’t you say you were making Hangover Soup for me? Where is it?”

Yu Jinzhao slapped her forehead, nearly forgetting about it. She had started brewing it early that morning and had been keeping it warm in the pot.

Yu Jinzhao hurried downstairs and returned moments later with the Hangover Soup. Pei Daowan was impressed by her efficiency.

Is it just because she’s a few years younger that Yu Jinzhao is so energetic and full of life? Pei Daowan wondered. I was exhausted last night, but compared to Yu Jinzhao, I hardly exerted myself. How can she show no signs of fatigue?

Recalling her own early twenties, Pei Daowan realized she hadn’t been this energetic either. Now, in addition to disliking Yu Jinzhao, she felt a pang of jealousy.

She should go run a marathon, Pei Daowan thought. That way she’d stop being so annoyingly energetic and stop flitting around in front of me all day.