On a battlefield strewn with corpses and wreckage stood a young man covered in blood.
He looked over, a cold, disdainful, superior expression frozen between his brows.
Killing intent surged.
The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.
Song Xingshu, a lazy rich second-generation heir who had just transmigrated here: H-help!
The next moment, the beautiful young man staggered over to him and exposed his slender neck.
"Mark me."
Song Xingshu: "???" What? What mark?
Xie Qi was the Empire's finest and only Omega general, always careful with his words and actions, never allowing himself to make a mistake.
But when his heat arrived early on the battlefield, he had no choice but to let someone mark him.
Afterward, cold and humiliated, he idly thought,
He's nothing but a toy.
I absolutely will not allow this stain to remain.
They met again at a relief center, where the man was treating the sick and wounded in a white coat.
"The five ills are disease, poverty, ignorance, sloth, and deprivation. You don't belong to any of them."
He smiled warmly at everyone else, but was so cold to Xie Qi he didn't even want to look at him again.
He said, "You're arrogant."
Arrogant...
As if to tease him, Xie Qi admired the Alpha's refined, aloof face and smiled wickedly. "What a shame."
"I'm carrying your child."
Reading guide:
1. The top transmigrates into another body.
2. No childbirth in the main story.
Theme: Everyone is a treasure
