A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 5

But his hand was still very attractive.

Not the delicate and slender kind of beauty, but the beauty of distinct bones, broad palms, and full of strength. I remembered the feeling of his hand grabbing my back during intense exercise, with rough palms and calluses on his fingertips. Although his nails were not long, scratching me still hurt a bit.

. . . I couldn't help but have some wild thoughts.

However, Axiu was already ready, looking up at me with a slightly furrowed brow and a serious expression that couldn't be more serious. I cleared my throat and began to ask questions.

"What's your name?"

. . .

"Do you have any family, or are you alone?"

. . .

"Where are you from? Why are you hiding in the alley?"

. . .

"What about your injuries? Who did them?"

. . .

I propped up my chin and looked down at him. Axiu was kneeling in the bathtub, holding a pen in his hand. The tip of the pen had been hovering over a spot on the paper for too long, and the black ink had spread out in all directions, leaving a stain that was very conspicuous on the blank note. He didn't write a single word.

As expected.

Luckily, I was mentally prepared for this, otherwise I might have been driven crazy by his unresponsive and tight-lipped demeanor.

Since he didn't want to answer any serious questions, I shook my leg and pressed down on his thigh, leaning forward and tracing my fingertips along his neck, circling around to the back and lightly rubbing it twice.

The distance was too close, and I could clearly see his neck trembling.

"Surely you can answer this one, right?"

My tone sounded a bit flirtatious, but I didn't mean it that way. I just couldn't control myself and wanted to push him a little.

"You better hurry," I moved to the front again, pretending to grab the two metal rings, and leaned in close to his ear, lowering my voice, "I'm not a patient person, if you take too long. . ."

A-Xiu suddenly dodged backwards, glaring at me with his eyes, his sharp teeth almost grinding together.

I chuckled lightly and stuck a new note on his open chest, feeling the warm and elastic skin through the paper. I know the feeling there is extremely good.

"Write it down."

Wasn't I threatening him?

I just wanted to understand better the metal ring that was clamped onto him through the person involved, so I could come up with a solution.

It's just that maybe the person involved doesn't like my overly straightforward and direct approach.

But I can't help it.

My favorite game livestream is about to start in less than half an hour, so I'm in a hurry.

Ashu was half-leaning on the edge of the bathtub, bowing his head to write, his gray-white hair softly hanging down, blocking the note paper so I couldn't see what he was writing.

But it's okay, there's no need to rush things.

I straightened out my messy robe and planned to blow dry my hair first. Although it wasn't dripping anymore, it was still damp and uncomfortable against my face and neck. I got up and walked to the sink, taking out the hair dryer from the cabinet. As I blow-dried my hair, I turned to look at Axiu.