A Scumbag Alpha Gets the Simp’s Script - Chapter 19

Before Yu Jinzhao could even process her own thoughts, Pei Daowan lowered the straps of her nightgown, exposing most of her shoulders and neck.

Yu Jinzhao’s breath hitched instantly. She didn’t even dare to look, reflexively lowering her head. Even though she had averted her eyes immediately, her peripheral vision still caught the slender line of Pei Daowan’s waist disappearing into the folds of the fabric.

Her face began to burn. It hit her belatedly: Pei Daowan wasn’t wearing anything under her pajamas. This realization exploded in her mind, and she could feel the rush of heat flooding her brain.

“Hmm?”

Noticing that Yu Jinzhao hadn’t moved for a while, Pei Daowan let out a soft, questioning sound. That faint hum snapped Yu Jinzhao back to reality. She slapped her own cheek lightly and shook her head, forcing herself to discard those unrealistic fantasies before placing her fingers back on Pei Daowan’s shoulders.

The movie had stopped at some point—Pei Daowan must have pressed pause. Yu Jinzhao had no mental capacity to care about that now; her entire focus was on the skin beneath her hands.

In the dim, shadowy light, the details were obscured, which only added a layer of hazy, ethereal beauty. Yu Jinzhao tried to keep her gaze forward, but the sensation under her fingertips was so vivid that her mind filled in the blanks.

She felt as if she were standing amidst sand dunes. The wind was blowing, and though she couldn’t open her eyes, she could feel the rise and fall of the landscape—quietly expressing some hidden emotion under a crescent moon.

She didn’t look down. Relying purely on touch, she felt the fair skin peeking through the silk. The lines of the back were soft and fluid, extending from the shoulders down into the shadows like winding mountain ranges or hidden streams.

As Yu Jinzhao applied pressure, the spine made a faint sound under the weight. It felt like a delicate vine hidden beneath the surface, reacting to the intrusion. Dip, curve, rise… everything unfolded under her hands. She had never felt a texture so clear and three-dimensional.

She wasn’t just massaging; she was painting. Her fingers were the brush, and the back was her canvas. The owner of that back reacted to her movements with slight muscular ripples—like the gentlest breeze skimming across a calm lake.

Suddenly, a small indentation at the nape of the neck caught Yu Jinzhao’s attention. It was abrupt and took her by surprise. She instinctively lowered her head to look, wondering why there was a small dip in such smooth skin.

She brushed away a few stray hairs, and a mark shaped like a tiny flower bloomed before her eyes. It was an irregular wedge-shaped pattern surrounded by tiny, subtle pits—so small that if she hadn’t been looking closely, she never would have noticed. In the center was a petal-like circle, tiny and strangely cute.

Yu Jinzhao’s mind raced through various possibilities, but she didn’t realize what it was at first. She simply thought, What a unique birthmark.

It was beautiful—a pale pink tinged with a deep crimson in the center that acted perfectly as the heart of the flower. It was the most beautiful “birthmark” she had ever seen. The Female Lead truly was favored by the heavens; beauty radiated from every single strand of her hair down to this mark.

She couldn’t help but lightly touch that “birthmark.” It was so special that she felt an irresistible, magnetic attraction to it.

Pei Daowan had been completely relaxed by the massage, her guard down. Suddenly, a jolt of tingling electricity shot through her glands. She snapped awake instantly.

“What are you doing?”

Almost immediately, Pei Daowan sat up. Her hair tumbled down with the movement, covering the area.

Yu Jinzhao was stunned. Was I not supposed to touch that ‘birthmark’?

“Sorry… I just thought the birthmark was very pretty and couldn’t help but touch it.”

“Birthmark?!”

Pei Daowan’s eyes sharpened, her voice carrying a heavy weight of pressure. Did Yu Jinzhao really not know what she was saying, or was she playing dumb?

A realization suddenly flashed through Yu Jinzhao’s mind. Her face turned a violent shade of red, and she began to stammer.

“Sorry… I forgot… I didn’t mean to… I…”

She looked so mortified that she seemed ready to sink into the floor. Seeing her like this, Pei Daowan found her anger evaporating. Fine. The girl clearly didn’t understand what it meant to touch someone’s glands. For some reason, she didn’t want to explain it either, so she simply gave a firm instruction.

“Remember, that spot is where an Omega’s glands are located. Don’t go touching it randomly in the future.”

Yu Jinzhao nodded timidly, her head tucked so low it was almost touching her chest. She didn’t dare let her gaze wander even an inch.

Pei Daowan sighed inwardly again. This person usually seems quite sharp, but why is she so dense about this?

“Do you want to keep watching the movie?”

Yu Jinzhao shook her head. Her attention hadn’t been on the screen all night. Even if they played her favorite film now, she wouldn’t have the heart for it.

Pei Daowan checked the time. It was past ten—late enough, but not so late that they had to sleep immediately.

“Then is there anything else you want to do?”

The heat in Yu Jinzhao’s face receded slightly. Her eyes sparkled with a sincere light. “I don’t know.”

In truth, she didn’t want to do anything. She just wanted to be with Pei Daowan. She felt a sense of happiness, a strange and unnameable emotion spreading through her heart.

Seeing that Yu Jinzhao wasn’t going to offer an answer, Pei Daowan reached out and turned off the screen. The two of them sat in the quiet darkness.

Under the cover of the night, Yu Jinzhao grew bolder. Using the moonlight filtering through the curtains, she began to mentally trace the contours of Pei Daowan’s profile.

She had studied oil painting for a long time and had a talent for color. At this moment, she felt she could see a convergence of ink and light within Pei Daowan. She couldn’t describe the color—if she used modern terms, it was a “brilliant, multicolored black.”

But it was more than just black. It was an interweaving of deep, suppressed shadow and bright, pure white. Complexity and simplicity coexisting; intensity and lightness merging; a struggle between night and day.

Thinking back to that flower-like gland, Yu Jinzhao’s mouth moved faster than her brain. She asked directly:

“Are all Omega glands that beautiful?”