Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Yu Zhuo turned to the side, lifted his eyelids to look at the door, and saw that the servant who had left earlier was still standing at the door, maintaining a respectful posture as he spoke to him.

"What do you mean?" Yu Zhuo pressed down on the edge of the table with one hand. "You want to watch?"

The attendant bowed his head and said in a calm tone, "Sir, this is His Majesty's decree."

Yu Zhuo secretly rolled his eyes. This Tamo was really trying every possible way to make people uncomfortable. There were many ways to force Zhou Yanshu to submit, but he chose the least likely to succeed without even thinking about it.

It just implicated Yu Zhuo.

He came here to increase Zhou Yanshu's affection points, not to increase his villainy points.

Kotamo is, after all, the current Mermaid King, and his orders never give Yu Zhuo a chance to refuse.

Yu Zhuo felt troubled. He turned around again and casually tugged at Zhou Yanshu's collar: "You heard it too? The king's orders cannot be disobeyed. Take it off."

Zhou Yanshu felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He sat upright on the edge of the bed, gripping the corner of the table next to him as if he had not heard Yu Zhuo's words.

Yu Zhuo was merely a fragment of a soul clinging to life; he had no memory of that life and no feelings for Zhou Yanshu.

Now... Yu Zhuo has actually chosen to join forces with Tamo?

Zhou Yanshu's thoughts were in disarray. He turned his light-colored silver eyes to the side and heard Yu Zhuo's obviously impatient voice again.

"hurry up."

Zhou Yanshu's jaw muscles twitched, and the mermaid mask on his face was still pressed heavily against his cheek.

He paused for a moment, closed his eyes briefly, and then unbuttoned his white shirt.

The cuffs of the shirt were specially decorated with lace fabric and adorned with several bright pearls. Zhou Yanshu moved slowly, and the pearls shimmered under the night light as he moved.

Yu Zhuo stood beside him, using his body to block Zhou Yanshu's exposed chest. As he approached, he turned off the incandescent light above the bridal chamber, leaving only a small nightlight by the bedside.

The servant standing at the door frowned upon seeing this, and the room inside instantly darkened, making it impossible to see the specific situation. However, the nightlight was on, and it could vaguely illuminate the situation around the bed.

He remained silent for the time being.

Yu Zhuo ripped off Zhou Yanshu's half-undone shirt and threw it at the foot of the bed.

Zhou Yanshu's bare upper body was already chilly as soon as it was exposed to the air. Yu Zhuo glanced at him and also unbuttoned his shirt.

The figures around the bed overlapped. The servant saw the standing dark figure bend forward and approach, not knowing what was happening, when a very short sound of resistance came from that direction.

"Do not……"

Yu Zhuo lifted Zhou Yanshu by the waist and carried him to the bed. He turned Zhou Yanshu over so that his back was to Yu Zhuo.

Yu Zhuo pressed her legs against his waist, and he pulled over the blankets to wrap both of their bodies in them.

The servant wasn't so easily fooled; mere pretense couldn't escape his observation. Yu Zhuo pressed down on Zhou Yanshu's thigh, and after catching his breath, he pulled out his belt and threw it on the ground.

The metal buckle on the belt made a crisp, distinct sound when it hit the ground, as if the pants had already been taken off.

Yu Zhuo wrapped the blankets around them, and his palm moved up Zhou Yanshu's spine. Soon he touched the obviously shrunken and dried glands on the back of Zhou Yanshu's neck.

He had been in a coma for hundreds of years, lacking the pheromone soothing and nourishing effects of pheromones for just as long, and his glands had long since withered away.

The moment Zhou Yanshu's fingertips touched the gland, his reason almost snapped. He silently bit the surface of the pillow, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Yu Zhuo, keeping a distance, leaned against Zhou Yanshu's back and said, "Don't be afraid, it's all an act. My level is very low, I can't mark you at all."

Zhou Yanshu opened his eyes, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The emotions in his silver eyes gradually calmed down.

Yu Zhuo moved his hand along Zhou Yanshu's neck, touching Zhou Yanshu's earlobe, cheek, and jawbone, pressing up on his lips to make him release his teeth from biting the pillow.

"I'm going to bite your shoulder blade in a bit, so scream loudly," Yu Zhuo said in a low voice. "Is that okay?"

His thumb was still half between Zhou Yanshu's teeth. Zhou Yanshu's breathing became heavier and heavier. He murmured an "Mmm," and only then did Yu Zhuo withdraw his finger.

"Don't mess with me. If you dare to suddenly turn your back on me and sell me out, I..." Yu Zhuo threatenedly pinched Zhou Yanshu's lower back.

Zhou Yanshu's expression changed slightly. He paused for a moment, then said, "No... um!"

Without warning, Yu Zhuo bit down. It wasn't on the shoulder blade at all; it was very close to where the gland was, yet it didn't reach it, sending a shiver down Zhou Yanshu's spine.

When that restrained yet extremely heavy cry rang out in the room, the servant smelled the pheromones that were gradually filling the room.

It didn't smell pleasant; it had a bitter almond scent, probably from the pheromones of the tabby cat, Yu Zhuo.

The servant instinctively covered his mouth and nose, as the Alpha's pheromones had a threatening and aphrodisiac effect on the other Omegas.

Although Yu Zhuo's level is not high, these increasingly concentrated pheromones can still affect them.

Zhou Yanshu's glands are damaged, and he has already been permanently marked by other Alphas. Now, Yu Zhuo is applying another unfamiliar mark to Zhou Yanshu before the previous marks have been removed, which will likely make this Omega's life worse than death.

After that initial scream, Zhou Yanshu stopped groaning. By the light of the small night lamp by the bed, the servant could only vaguely see the dimly lit figures intertwined on the bed.

With a loud bang, Yu Zhu knocked over the water glass next to him: "Get out. Are you still going to keep an eye on things?"

His voice was filled with anger, as if he was annoyed that his marking had failed.

The servant squinted as he peered inside. Under the nightlight, he could only see a bulge of bedding; he had no idea what was inside.

"Sir, His Majesty says..."

He had barely opened his mouth when he was slapped in the face by a wave of bitter almond pheromones that wafted from the room. The smell was so unpleasant, it seemed to be mixed with poison, and it gave the servant a headache.

Under such a high concentration of pheromones, Zhou Yanshu, a paralyzed patient, had long since lost the ability to resist.

He couldn't resist Yu Zhuo's marking of him.

The servant swayed slightly, but quickly changed his tone, taking a few steps back and saying, "I understand, sir. I wish you a happy marriage."

After he finished speaking, he quickly left and closed the door.

The room was filled with the unpleasant smell of bitter almonds, making it almost unbearable.

Those outside were still waiting for news when a servant with an unfriendly expression came out and said to them, "He was marking the target, but he failed. The one inside was screaming terribly."