When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Chapter 76

Ultimately, Shen Qiao was convinced to not snitch.
But with that word 'wife' still ringing in his ears, Shen Qiao narrowed his eyes like a cat who'd heard some sort of bad joke. He gazed at Lu Zhe and adopted a somewhat mild tone.

"Have you gotten the wrong idea because I've been spoiling you too much lately, Captain Lu?" he asked. "Who's your wife?"

Lu Zhe's arm was completely healed. Only a scar remained. He'd already started physical therapy and some basic training. Earlier that day, he'd played a few ranked matches by himself. Shen Qiao and the others only didn't notice because they had been playing a practice game against BLX at the time.

Hearing Shen Qiao's words now, Lu Zhe looped his arm around Shen Qiao's neck again, with a little more force. He leaned in closer and boldly kissed Shen Qiao on the mouth, even going so far as to nip at his lower lip. A laugh rose from deep in his throat as he contentedly murmured, "You are, of course."

Shen Qiao lifted a hand to Lu Zhe's shoulder, wanting to push him back and turn his own head away. But not only did he fail to get away, Lu Zhe bit down a little harder. Hard enough to send a jolt of pain through Shen Qiao's lower lip.

Right away, Shen Qiao stopped trying to pull back. He slid his hand from Lu Zhe's shoulder to the nape of Lu Zhe's neck instead, tightly squeezing the spot where Lu Zhe's glands were located. He waited for Lu Zhe to tense up at that motion, then took that opportunity to twist his head away.

His lower lip was already numb and aching due to Lu Zhe's actions. Shen Qiao instinctively licked at that spot. Without having to look, he knew that his lips must have been stained a darker color. He could practically feel the teeth marks that had been left behind.

"Tsk." Shen Qiao looked over at the monitors that had been left on by their teammates. He pressed the backs of his fingers to his lips and asked, "What is Captain Lu trying to do in the sacred training room?"

Manager Zhou had said something similar when reminding them to show some restraint.

Lu Zhe seemed to miss the hint of a warning tone in Shen Qiao's voice. He leaned back in his chair and grinned at Shen Qiao, with mirth coursing through his narrowed eyes. As though afraid his words would be misheard by the other party, Lu Zhe deliberately enunciated each character and spoke slowly, almost like he was stating one word at a time.

He said, "Do you even need to ask?"

He said, "Of course, I'm trying to do you."

Shen Qiao was speechless.

Judging by Lu Zhe's brazen attitude, Shen Qiao could deduce one thing-Lu Zhe's arm was probably all better, or at least close to all better. Otherwise, Lu Zhe wouldn't have dared act like such a shameless dog.

Shen Qiao refused to respond to Lu Zhe's perverted comment. He pushed his chair back over to his own desk. While the wheels of his chair slid across the smooth ground, he raised his brows at Lu Zhe and said, "That's great. It looks like Captain Lu is in perfect health now. Totally ready to resume training right away."

Lu She laughed when he heard those words. His gaze didn't move away from Shen Qiao's figure. He folded his hands together, lacing his ten fingers, and adoringly studied Shen Qiao for a moment.

Then he asked, "Wanna 1v1?"

Shen Qiao was just about to say yes when he heard Lu Zhe continue, "Three rounds, two to win. Loser has to agree to one of the winner's conditions."

Hastily, he added, "You pick the champion for the first round. I'll pick for the second, and we'll randomize it for the third."

Although Lu Zhe's words weren't as blatantly suggestive as before, Shen Qiao very clearly understood the implication-