Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Unlike the previous times, when only a small amount of pheromones were transmitted, this time a large amount of unfamiliar pheromones raged, blending with her rose scent.

The little girl's slender white fingers reached back haphazardly and grabbed Bo Jinghuai's hair.

Bo Jinghuai's scalp ached from her grip, but he didn't let go.

He continued to release pheromones until the temporary marking was complete, at which point he slowly raised his head.

Su Jingsheng lay on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Bo Jinghuai looked at the red mark he had left on the back of her neck.

The mark was quite deep, with a reddish tinge around it.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out and gently touched the mark.

Su Jingsheng trembled again.

"It hurts," she sobbed, her voice weak and pitiful.

Bo Jinghuai lay down and pulled her into his arms.

"Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." His voice was hoarse as he gently patted her back with his fingers.

Su Jingsheng cried even harder, "You're lying, it still hurts."

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. "It won't hurt in a little while."

He held her tightly, feeling her body still trembling; the stimulation from the temporary mark made them both feel dizzy.

Bo Jinghuai could smell an even stronger rose scent on her, mixed with his cedar scent, intertwined and indistinguishable.

The little girl sobbed and buried her face in Bo Jinghuai's chest.

She didn't know that the temporary marking would make the Omega instinctively more attached to her Alpha.

Bo Jinghuai held her close, his fingers gently combing through her long hair.

After a while, Su Jingsheng slowly stopped crying and her little body twitched as she fell into a deep sleep.

Bo Jinghuai, however, could not sleep.

He looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the little girl in his arms.

The mark on the back of his neck was clearly visible; it was his mark.

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out and gently touched that yin again.

Su Jingsheng hummed softly in her sleep.

Bo Jinghuai withdrew his hand and hugged her even tighter.

Unfortunately, it's not a permanent marker.

However, since it's only temporarily marked, it can still be considered his Omega.

……

The next morning, Su Jingsheng woke up feeling sore all over.

The glands, growing longer and throbbing with a dull ache, reminded her of what had happened last night.

She lay on her side, with Bo Jinghuai's arm across her waist.

The little girl stirred, trying to get out of his arms.

"Don't move." Bo Jinghuai closed his eyes and tightened his grip on his arm.

"Sleep a little longer."

Su Jingsheng whispered, "My glands hurt."

Bo Jinghuai opened his eyes, looked down at her, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Mmm." Su Jingsheng's voice was soft, tinged with grievance, "You bit too hard."

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and kissed her near her gland.

"That's how temporary tags are," he said.

"Mark it a few more times, and it won't hurt anymore once you get used to it."

Su Jingsheng turned around to face him.

She tilted her little face up, her eyes still misty with sleep, and asked, "Do I need to mark it?"

"Otherwise what?" Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow.

"This isn't a permanent mark. It will be gone once my cedarwood is metabolized by your body."

Su Jingsheng didn't speak, looking somewhat dejected and afraid.

He bit me many times, it hurt so much.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Su Jingsheng." His voice was lower.

"You smell like me now. No Alpha will dare to touch you when you go out."

Su Jingsheng blinked. "What if someone touches it?"

Bo Jinghuai's gaze darkened.

"Then he can forget about ever using glands again in his life."

He spoke casually, but Su Jingsheng sensed the ruthlessness in his voice.

She snuggled closer to him, placing her small hand on his chest, "Jing Huai."

"Um?"

"Will you keep giving me pheromones?"

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her. "What, are you afraid I'll suddenly stop giving it to you?"

Su Jingsheng nodded, her voice soft, "I'm afraid my illness will relapse and I'll feel terrible."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"Here you go," he said. "As long as you're good, I'll keep giving you things."

Su Jingsheng's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Then I'll be good."

Bo Jinghuai lingered in the rose scent for a while longer before reluctantly releasing her and getting up to take a shower.

Su Jingsheng lay on the bed, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, and reached for the tablet on the bedside table to search for the Piano Open Newcomer Competition.

Registration is still open.

The competition will be held in the S University Auditorium. The preliminary round will be held next Saturday and is organized by the Arts Department of the S University Student Union.

It's called a competition for all, but it's really just a way for S University to attract high-quality students and for the elite circle to select promising Omega talents.

Su Jingsheng carefully read the competition requirements: there were no restrictions on the repertoire or style, but a short performance video was required for preliminary screening.

She was pondering which song to record when the bathroom door opened.

Bo Jinghuai walked out, drying his hair. He was only wearing a bath towel, and water droplets slid down his V-line and into his waist and abdomen.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Jingsheng held up the tablet for him to see, "I want to sign up for the piano competition."

Bo Jinghuai glanced at it. "A rookie open competition?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to go to the auditions?"

Su Jingsheng looked up at him with her small face, "Hmm, let's test the waters first."

Bo Jinghuai sat down next to her, picked up the tablet and looked at it. "This kind of open audition is a waste of time."

"I'll put in a good word for you and you'll be guaranteed a spot in the semi-finals."

He hesitated for a moment, then added, "Winning the championship directly is also fine."

Su Jingsheng blinked, then frowned slightly.

She shook her head, her voice soft but firm.

"don't want."

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

Su Jingsheng straightened up and faced him.

"Jinghuai." She raised her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears, full of seriousness.

"This is my first time participating in a competition."

"I want to do it myself."

"And this is my favorite music, I want to rely on my own strength."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds.

The little girl had fair and delicate cheeks, clear yet stubborn eyes, and looked extremely serious.

The thought that there was no need to bother suddenly vanished from his mind.

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand and gently patted her head.

"Okay." There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "That's ambitious."

Su Jingsheng's eyes crinkled into a smile as she leaned over and rubbed against his palm, like a spoiled kitten.

"So, do you support me?"

"I support you." Bo Jinghuai handed the tablet back to her.

"But if you don't even pass the preliminary rounds, don't come back crying."

Su Jingsheng pouted, "No way."

She lay back down on the bed and began to carefully select songs.

……

One week later, in the large classroom of the art building.

Su Jingsheng sat in her usual spot by the window, Bo Jinghuai sat behind her, and Shen Qingyue sat diagonally behind her.

She looked down at her phone screen, and couldn't help but smile.

The email notification just arrived in her inbox; she passed the initial screening for the piano competition.

The young girl opened her chat window with Bo Jinghuai and typed rapidly.

I've passed the initial screening!

It was followed by a happy spinning emoji.

Bo Jinghuai's phone vibrated, and he looked down at the familiar cat avatar.

He gave a faint smile and started typing.

【good.】

After thinking for a moment, he added another sentence.

[You'll be rewarded tonight.]

Su Jingsheng responded with a well-behaved nod.

Bo Jinghuai looked at that expression, tapped the screen with his thumb, and then put down his phone.

Shen Qingyue was sitting next to him.

She was holding a pen and taking notes, but the pen hadn't moved for a long time.

Shen Qingyue could see Bo Jinghuai's phone screen out of the corner of her eye.

Although I couldn't see the specific content, I could tell he had just laughed.

It was faint and fleeting, but she caught it.

Shen Qingyue's fingers tightened. Which unknown Omega was it this time?

It was Su Jingsheng sitting in front, his girlfriend from three years ago.

Did Jing Huai deliberately sit behind her today?