The Married Life of a Heartthrob Female Alpha [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Trans)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"What did you say?"

The Beta male, around thirty years old, looked at his sister, Song Yi, with a complex expression on his face, incredulously slapped his own face, trying to wake himself up.

He thought his sister was talking nonsense.

Song Yi was stunned.

Song Chen was certain and affirmed - his usually calm and composed sister, was wandering in a trance because of something.

Memories, well, Qimeng - or rather, almost Qimeng-like ambiguous, soft as mist reality memories, made Song Yi's eyelashes tremble, and she didn't even hear the sound of Song Chen slapping her cheek.

She finally came to her senses with great difficulty, coughed lightly, and reluctantly smiled.

Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, indoor green plants exposed under the lazy bright and translucent light spots, swaying clumsily, blown awkwardly by the wind.

The not very clear gray-blue sky, lush green plants, snow-white indoor table, and dust floating slightly in the air.

The summer day was cool and clear.

Just like Song Yi's low and elegant voice, gentle, calm, carrying seriousness and focus.

"Yes, I am getting married."

"I have marked that gentleman, so I must take responsibility for it."

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The most awkward thing after a night was waking up in the morning and seeing the person next to you.

When Song Yi woke up, the glands behind her neck were still slightly swollen, she pressed them with her fingertips and made a hissing sound.

After living for so many years, it was the first time she had spent a night skin to skin with the opposite sex.

Song Yi calmly thought for a moment, this was the first time in decades that she had been so intimate with someone.

The taste that comes to mind is like a balloon rapidly inflating in the brain, full and rich, filled with light and happy laughter gas. It's also like a sweet cake-the softest kind, with a layer of sweet cream on top, reaching out to touch it, licking it on the tip of the tongue.

Then you can feel the satisfaction of taste buds exploding.

She looked at the man beside her.

Her bare arm touched the heat source, and she gently lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing a strong, thin back.

Covered in red marks, bitten, pinched. . . Song Yi was stunned.

His messy back of the head, dark hair, he was huddled with unease, facing away from her. Perhaps the action of lifting the blanket was a bit too much, tiny goosebumps appeared on his skin, and Song Yi immediately covered the blanket back.

As if about to wake up, the young and handsome man rubbed his cheek against the pillow, trying to burrow deeper into the covers, but he was tall, the bed was 2. 3 meters, and the blanket was only 2 meters, so he couldn't burrow any further.

Finally, inexplicably, he rubbed against Song Yi's side, his cheek against her arm.

Breathing slowly, he wearily fell back into deep sleep.

He should be tired, the activity last night was intense.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Song Yi's mind.