I'm the One Who Wants to Mark You

Lin Meng really had wanted to talk this through with Yun Huaizhu properly, but Yun Huaizhu clearly had no intention of negotiating. All she could do was fight to keep her top on.

When Yun Huaizhu found she couldn't pull Lin Meng's top off, she switched to her pants instead. The instant Lin Meng felt a chill at her lower back, her mind went blank, buzzing with static. She had no choice but to reach down and clutch at her pants.

On the verge of breaking down, her voice cracked into a shout. "You—this won't feel good for you either! Let me go out and buy you suppressants. Once you take them, you won't feel so awful anymore. Don't—stop pulling, let go, let go!"

*Rip—* Lin Meng yanked hard, and her Taobao pants—59.9 yuan, free shipping—split open along a seam.

At the sound, Yun Huaizhu paused too. The air froze for a few seconds. Lin Meng looked at her torn pants, then up at Yun Huaizhu, who seemed to have regained some reason. Her cheeks flushed red as ripe apples.

She covered her face, wishing the ground would swallow her up.

But the next moment, something warm and soft brushed against her waist. Thanks to the earlier struggle, her pants were nowhere near her waist anymore.

The person straddling her took advantage of her daze, gaze drifting down to that strip of fair, slender waist. It was the first time Lin Meng had ever been touched there, and for some reason a tingling numbness spread through her body.

No—she couldn't let Yun Huaizhu do whatever she wanted anymore, or soon every piece of clothing on her would be in tatters.

With that thought, Lin Meng hurriedly grabbed Yun Huaizhu's hand.

Yun Huaizhu, interrupted at the height of her enjoyment, looked displeased. To stop her from going any further, Lin Meng quickly wrapped her arms around Yun Huaizhu's neck and looked into those pale, glasslike, beautiful eyes with utter sincerity. "Don't—don't rush. I really do want to help you, but I really am a beta. I can't temporarily mark you. Listen to me—stop messing around and let me go buy you suppressants, all right?"

At those words, the confusion in Yun Huaizhu's eyes cleared just a little. Without warning, she pulled Lin Meng into her embrace, and Lin Meng's face crashed into something soft.

As if afraid she might run, Yun Huaizhu held her tight, a peculiar smile on her face. "I know. I know you're a beta. That's exactly why I'm the one who wants to mark you—understand?"

Lin Meng: "??"

Lin Meng was nearly suffocating in the embrace, struggling upward like a fish gasping for water.

Wait, no—you're an omega trying to mark a beta. Can you even do that?

But before Lin Meng could get the question out, a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck—Yun Huaizhu, mistaking her for an omega who'd come to soothe her, had even bitten down on the very spot where Lin Meng had no gland.

Lin Meng didn't have the kind of gland that could receive pheromones the way it worked in novels, so all she felt was pure pain. "Mm..."

She tilted her head back, exposing her long, swan-like neck. The glasses she'd worn out that morning had long since vanished somewhere in the struggle.

*Patter, patter...* Only when Yun Huaizhu felt something cool and wet land on her shoulder did she release her bite.

That cool sensation eased the feverish heat in her body; it was even more comfortable than the simple touches from before.

Yun Huaizhu wasn't nearsighted, but the pheromone-induced fever had blurred her vision as if a layer of mist had settled over her eyes. She saw the person before her crying pitifully, that small, delicate nose gone all red.

It had been a long time since Yun Huaizhu had felt this kind of emotion—the urge to take pity on someone, to wipe the tears from her face and coax her not to cry.

A long time ago, someone had once coaxed her like that too.

When the wetness at her neck disappeared, Lin Meng finally let out a breath of relief. But the next moment, those warm hands cupped her face.

Lin Meng saw Yun Huaizhu's beautiful face appear right before her. Still kneeling over her, Yun Huaizhu gently wiped the tear streaks from Lin Meng's cheeks with the soft pad of her thumb, then straightened slightly and tenderly drew the pitiful, startled-rabbit-like person into her arms.

Yun Huaizhu pressed her face against Lin Meng's soft, dark hair, which carried a faint jasmine scent that soothed her restless heart.

"Be good, don't cry."

Hearing that voice—gentle as dripping water—Lin Meng choked on a sob. She could hardly believe Yun Huaizhu's tenderness in this moment, but she didn't dare move either, afraid that any movement would make Yun Huaizhu tear at her clothes again, pin her to the bed, and bite her neck.

Only after seeing that Yun Huaizhu had no intention of doing anything more did Lin Meng obediently nod.

Satisfied, Yun Huaizhu stroked her long hair and murmured softly, tenderly, "Mother, look—even as an omega, I've marked someone else. No one will ever control me again. I belong only to myself."

Lin Meng didn't know what Yun Huaizhu was mumbling, but hearing that "awakening" speech still sparked a little secret delight in her heart.

Wonderful—as long as the protagonist shou has this kind of awareness, all that future body-and-soul-torturing plot can go to hell!

...

That night was agonizing. Lin Meng didn't dare move a muscle, but Yun Huaizhu was like a wicked Ragdoll cat high on catnip, sniffing at her over and over.

Oh, right—Lin Meng was the can of catnip.

Fortunately, Yun Huaizhu only sniffed at her and touched her a little now and then. As long as she didn't go too far, Lin Meng was willing to let bygones be bygones.

After all, this development was far better than that melodramatic plot in the novel.

Who knew how much time had passed—Yun Huaizhu grew tired and, holding Lin Meng, sank with her into the big bed.

Seeing this, Lin Meng thought to get up and make a run for it, but the next second Yun Huaizhu's eyes snapped open, and her voice came out cold and menacing: "Where do you think you're going?"

Lin Meng's face went pale, as if she'd seen a ghost.

No—was this really the gentle, kind, meek sweet omega from the novel?

Terrified from being manhandled, Lin Meng had no choice but to burrow deeper into Yun Huaizhu's arms. "M-my... my arm's asleep. Just changing positions."

Yun Huaizhu stared at her with faint skepticism for a few seconds, then hugged her with a blissful expression and went back to sleep. "Oh. Then don't leave, or else..."

Lin Meng didn't catch the rest of her mumbling, but Yun Huaizhu's earlier outburst had thoroughly frightened her into staying still. And so she spent the entire night in Yun Huaizhu's embrace, not daring to move.