The Anti-Alpha Protagonist is Exceptionally Biased Towards Me (GL) - Chapter 72

The table lamp by the bedside cabinet emitted a warm glow. Gu Yu leaned down, one hand cradling Song Xinran’s cheek, the other propping herself up on the pillow, and kissed her in small, dense movements.

Lips met, then separated, each time more deeply, and each time more engrossing for both body and mind.

There was no air conditioning in the room, only the fan prepared by the production team standing by the bed. The blades rotated, whirring loudly. In the cool night of the countryside, the air carried a chill, but Miss Song’s body was warm, making Gu Yu unable to resist embracing her tighter.

The orange-toned light was warm and moderate. It shone on their skin, giving it color and highlighting Miss Song’s skin as if it were congealed fat.

The feel of her lips was soft, with a sticky persistence. Gu Yu’s lips slightly parted, feeling Miss Song’s tongue cautiously exploring inside. The other closed her eyes, deeply engrossed in the kiss.

Gu Yu’s dark hair fell downwards due to her leaning posture, landing on Miss Song’s collarbone, which was exposed by her messy clothes. It spread out randomly, like strands of black thread entwined.

And Song Xinran was the defenseless prey within, able only to tilt her head back to welcome one passionate kiss after another.

Even though all of this was initiated by her.

“My gland is so swollen, so uncomfortable…” In the brief pause between their lips, Song Xinran panted, her lips slightly parted. Through the gap, a hint of crimson could be vaguely seen inside.

Song Xinran’s eyes were hazy. Subconsciously, she reached out to grab the gland at the back of her neck.

Seeing this action, Gu Yu’s body froze for an instant, her pupils dilated. 087’s words suddenly echoed in her mind: [So she chose to cut out her gland.]

Perhaps the motion and the implied meaning of that sentence were too similar. Even though she knew Miss Song would absolutely not do that right now, a surge of panic still gripped her.

She reached out and seized Miss Song’s wrist, which was trying to reach back.

If it weren’t for the warm light, one would see that Gu Yu’s face was faintly pale at this moment.

Song Xinran’s movement was stopped. She lifted her eyes with a bit of confusion. Because of the previous kissing, the corners of her eyes were still slightly flushed. Her eyes, as they moved, held a subtle charm and allure, making her unbearably beautiful.

“Don’t hold me. My gland is too swollen,” she said. Her slightly hoarse voice rose a little, sounding like a plea.

Gu Yu did not release her as requested. Instead, she laced her fingers with the other’s hand and pressed it onto the pillow. Then, she lowered her body. Her exhaled breath dusted Song Xinran’s rounded earlobe, creating an intimate sensation. Gu Yu’s usually indifferent voice was already tainted with a trace of hoarseness as she said, “Don’t grab it with your hand. I’ll help you, alright?”

Help me? How?

Song Xinran’s mind was still a bit hazy. She repeated the question in her heart.

But soon, she was too preoccupied to care anymore, and a mist quickly spread across her peach blossom eyes.

Her fragile, sensitive gland was held in the Alpha’s mouth, being licked and sucked by the tip of the tongue.

Strong electric currents powerfully flowed through her limbs, causing Song Xinran’s eyes to glaze over. One hand couldn’t help but rest restlessly on the back of Gu Yu’s head. Because of the overwhelming pleasure, her fingertips dug into the soft strands of hair.

Gu Yu kissed from the gland outwards to the surrounding area. Her strength was not heavy. For the sake of tomorrow’s filming, she would not leave a mark on Miss Song.

While performing these actions, she observed Miss Song’s state.

Song Xinran’s chest heaved violently. Pleasure, like a summer thunderstorm, easily swept away all rationality.

Her breathing was rapid, as if she couldn’t catch her breath. The corners of her eyes were faintly glistening with tears due to the excessive stimulation.

Dr. Shen had specifically instructed that an Omega’s mark should not be too frequent. If the gland felt swollen, a more stimulating method could be used to help the pheromones leak out.

They had not had much intimate contact all day. Hand-holding offered little relief, but at least they did it many times.

The Omega had suppressed herself too severely during the day and now seemed to have become overly sensitive.

Gu Yu’s fingers stroked the side of Miss Song’s neck, then slid down to her delicate, well-defined collarbone.

Her lips rolled back and forth on the skin around the gland, then returned to the gland itself and sucked hard.

“Ngh!” Song Xinran’s body trembled violently. Her pair of dark, bright pupils took on a look of lost focus.

The dense red wine pheromones diffused, as if to drown the person on the bed, sinking together in the intoxicating atmosphere.

In this way, Song Xinran reached the pheromone climax due to Gu Yu’s series of small actions.

Following that, no one spoke in the room. Besides the sound of the fan, only the rhythmic breathing of the two could be heard.

It took Song Xinran a long time to emerge from that ethereal feeling.

Her cheeks were still flushed. She turned over, embarrassed by her recent display, and pulled the thin blanket up, burying her entire face into it.

The skin around her gland had already become pink and moist. The fine, soft flaxen hair was slightly messy, with a few strands sticking to Miss Song’s back in a fine net-like pattern.

Gu Yu got up, took a few wet wipes, carefully parted the troublesome hair, and gently wiped the area for her.

Song Xinran awkwardly poked her face out from under the quilt and said: “I can do it myself.”

She reached out to take the wet wipes from Gu Yu, but the other dodged her.

“Hmm?”

She looked up in confusion, but when her eyes met Gu Yu’s bright, red-tinged lips, her earlobes instantly flushed.

“You look a little tired. You should lie down and rest first.”

“Oh… oh.”

After cleaning was complete, Gu Yu leaned down to ask: “Are you going to sleep here tonight?”

Song Xinran’s heart first skipped a beat because of her closeness. Hearing the question, she glanced at Gu Yu and said matter-of-factly: “Of course. If I wasn’t going to sleep here, why would I have come down?”

Gu Yu hesitated for a moment: “There are cameras in the hallway…”

Song Xinran snuggled into the quilt, burrowing her face inward like a little brown hamster. Her actions were very cute, but her words were domineering:

“Don’t worry about it. I told the director this afternoon that I was coming to sleep with you tonight and asked him to delete anything that shouldn’t be filmed.”

Gu Yu was slightly stunned upon hearing this. She finally understood why Yan Tian’s look in the afternoon had been so complicated.