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

Chapter 40

Earlier, I heard them discussing the thing around Axiu's neck in the hallway with a novel, gossipy, and incredulous tone - "I never thought the Marshal and his alpha would play so wildly in private. . ." 

Me: ". . ." 

So I never brought up taking it off again, and Axiu thought I liked it and never said anything. Do we need to come up with a solution to take it off?

I traced the arc of the collar and shook my head, "It's fine."  This collar was meant to insult and punish, but I really liked seeing him wear it. I wanted to get a new one with my name engraved on it and personally put it on him. 

But I haven't prepared anything yet, and I don't plan on telling him. 

Hmm. . . I don't think I've ever given him a gift before. 

I leaned on Axiu's shoulder and asked him if he had ever received a gift from me. 

He didn't even hesitate to deny it, "No, you've given me so many things." 

"Ah?" I was a little dumbfounded, "Really?"

Axiu nodded, "You gave me your home." 

He was referring to the shared access rights. 

A few days ago, Mu Haichao brought over Axiu's old backup terminal, and the first thing I did was use my optical brain to grant him access to all the permissions in my home. But can this be considered a gift? I bit onto the protruding shoulder blade on his back discontentedly and said, "It's not 'my home', it's 'our home'."  

Axiu fell silent for a moment, then let out a muffled laugh. 

It seemed like I had managed to coax him, as he finally turned around and hugged me, kissing my forehead. 

The kiss was particularly gentle, his lips pressing against mine, slightly dry but incredibly soft. 

Axiu kissed me for a long time, and I felt like he was about to cry. His eyes were always brimming with tears, as if they couldn't contain them, and with just a slight shake, they would fall. 

I wanted to look up at him, but he pressed his hand against my eyes to stop me. I didn't feel like arguing with him, so I simply reached out and touched his cheek, feeling a damp and cool sensation near his eyes. 

I sighed and used both hands to hold his face, "Why are you crying again? Haven't you cried enough just now?" 

His hand moved away from my eyes, and Axiu's expression was relatively calm. If it weren't for the warmth I could feel from his fingertips, I would have doubted my own senses. 

"Yu Bie. . ."  he whispered my name. 

"Hmm?"

"Yu Bie" 

Whenever he says my name, he always says the first character very lightly, as if he's holding it in his mouth and doesn't want to spit it out. 

I pinch his cheeks and ask, "Hmm?"

Axiu's mouth opens and closes several times, then he finally purses his lips and looks at me with a focused expression, "Thank you. . ." 

A warm feeling envelops my heart like a handful of warm water, making it almost melt, but I still pretend to be unhappy on my face, pinching his cheeks and asking, "You don't just want to thank me, do you?"

The heat on his face never seems to dissipate, and he avoids my gaze. I guess my eyes must be almost naked in their directness. 

I don't want him to escape, so I deliberately slow down my speech and emphasize my words, gently pinching his cheeks and asking again.