Chapter 39

Ye Chengxing quickly realized what had happened.

Although she hadn’t truly experienced it since transmigrating into this book, she had crammed a crash course on ABO world theory knowledge beforehand.

Even without drawing on those memorized theories, the intense, heady pheromones saturating the air alone triggered an instinctive message from her Alpha nature: right here, right now, an Omega had entered her heat period.

Her Alpha instincts stirred restlessly. Ye Chengxing shook her head, shoving down the subconscious impulses, and hurried anxiously to Li Jia’s side. She tried to help the Omega to her feet. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

She had studied up on ABO knowledge, but she wasn’t someone raised in this world. She had memorized the facts, yet when confronted with a real situation, she wasn’t sure she could react properly.

Take right now, for instance. If Ye Chengxing were a genuine Alpha with a clear grasp of her identity, she would have known not to approach Li Jia rashly—not to get this close to an Omega in full heat.

But Ye Chengxing clearly didn’t grasp that. She was too worried, and under the influence of Li Jia’s pheromones, her own head was spinning a little.

It was the most primal pull of the pheromones—fatally, irresistibly seductive.

The sweet aroma of peaches, as if one bite would release a gush of full, clear-sweet juice.

Unwittingly, her breathing grew disordered.

“Sister…” Li Jia lifted her gaze to meet hers.

Yet even as their eyes locked, the Omega’s stare seemed unfocused and hazy.

The pheromone scent in the air sharpened further—not just from Li Jia, but Ye Chengxing sensed her own pheromones leaking out uncontrollably, thin tendrils weaving and tangling with the Omega’s.

Ye Chengxing bit the tip of her tongue sharply to keep her mind clear. “I’ll help you up first. There should be spare suppressants in the upstairs room.”

Li Jia’s body temperature usually ran cool—her fingertips icy year-round—but now she burned nearly scalding.

The moment their skin made contact, the Omega shuddered harder.

Li Jia let out a soft hum through her nose, gazing at her with misty eyes. Her clothes had come loose from all her writhing. “Sister… I’m so hot…”

She truly was. Being the closest, Ye Chengxing could feel the searing heat radiating from that skin, hot enough to scorch straight to the heart and set her ablaze too.

Ye Chengxing bit her lip, quashing the churning thoughts rising in her body along with it. The Omega’s pheromones exerted their primal pull—she had already lost several seconds, staring blankly at Li Jia’s exposed skin.

What if she touched it…

Her breath caught as the realization hit. Ye Chengxing banished the thought from her mind and freed one hand to carefully straighten Li Jia’s clothes.

As she adjusted them, she bit her tongue again, fighting to stay alert. At the same time, she guided Li Jia upstairs.

If memory served, she had stashed some suppressants in the upstairs room’s drawer—just in case of emergencies.

Ye Chengxing had never found the stretch from downstairs to upstairs so interminable.

Li Jia kept squirming the whole way, nearly brushing against places she shouldn’t several times. With no other choice, Ye Chengxing restrained her movements—which only drew them closer together in the process.

So focused on her headache, she didn’t notice how their contact expanded—fingertips brushing fingertips, breaths nearly mingling.

They finally reached the upstairs room.

The body cradled in her arms was impossibly soft. Ye Chengxing laid Li Jia on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead from the Omega’s increasingly potent pheromones.

Amid the ragged breathing, Ye Chengxing met Li Jia’s eyes.

Their eyelashes fluttered in unison, their breaths equally unsteady.

With their skin pressed so close together, the distance between them was far too intimate.

She saw lips softer than flower petals—perfect for kissing. She saw the flushed corners of eyes whose pupils held agates of flawless clarity, her own reflection shining sharp and vivid within.

The gaze was dazed, exuding an indescribable allure.

Like a rose in full, dewy bloom, vivid and radiant, it filled Ye Chengxing’s entire field of vision, claiming it inch by inch.

Ye Chengxing had worn a shirt that day, accented by a wine-red tie of fine texture. Remembering it, she yanked off the tie and clumsily blindfolded the Omega with it.

She felt bad about it, but maybe not seeing those eyes would help.

As she moved, the room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of breathing and the faint rustle of fabric.

Li Jia yielded to her touch, obedient almost beyond belief. Even with the sudden blindfold, she only quivered as she called out in a shaky voice, “Sister.”

Ye Chengxing pressed her lips together but kept working with her hands.

At last, the tie was secured.

A bit of extra length dangled loosely. The wine-red hue set off the Omega’s skin, making it seem even more pale and translucent. Her raven-black hair flowed like water, blending with it all in a strangely captivating beauty.

Ye Chengxing’s fingertip grazed Li Jia’s cheek. With an apologetic note, she soothed, “Don’t be afraid, Xiao Li. It’s just a temporary blindfold.”

She paused for a few seconds, then rummaged through the nightstand drawer for the suppressants.

By her recollection, they should have been right there.

But…

Ye Chengxing had already searched every shelf without success.

Not a single suppressant to be found.

Unbelievable.

Had she misremembered? Or had Xiao Bai tossed them as useless junk without her knowing?

That shouldn’t be possible.

Who would throw away something as crucial as suppressants?

Worried she had overlooked something in her haste, Ye Chengxing bit her lip and searched again. But the second sweep turned up nothing, forcing her to accept the fact that the drawer held no suppressants.

In that brief interval, the Omega’s pheromones had grown impossible to ignore, spreading thickly through the room. Everything signaled just how out of control she was.

Without suppressants, the hospital was their only option.

Ye Chengxing returned to the bedside, her own breathing on the verge of chaos.

When she spoke, her voice carried a faint, threadlike tremor of emotion. “I’ll take you to the hospital, Xiao Li. Can you hold on just a little longer? You’re so strong, our Xiao Li—you can do this…”

Ye Chengxing reached up to untie the blindfold covering the Omega’s eyes while ordering Xiao Bai to ready the car with its intelligent autopilot. In her current state, she couldn’t leave Li Jia alone in the back seat or passenger side—and she certainly couldn’t drive.

It was too much for her; even a mere brush of fingertips drew tiny sounds from the Omega.

Li Jia’s eyelashes quivered, physiological tears welling at the corners of her eyes.

The wine-red tie darkened with a damp stain from the moisture.

Ye Chengxing removed it. She had blindfolded her earlier out of embarrassment from meeting that gaze, but now, heading to the hospital, there was no need.

The Omega’s body trembled uncontrollably, her fine breaths dusting Ye Chengxing’s fingertips.

A tingling numbness spread through them.

Ye Chengxing pursed her lips; her own fingertips seemed to tremble in response.

By then, Xiao Bai had the car and its driver bot ready. Ye Chengxing hurried Li Jia into the vehicle.

The Omega had no strength left and could only slump half-held, half-hugged, against her.

Ye Chengxing had thought the pheromones prominent back in the room, but once inside the car’s even tighter confines, it wasn’t just the pheromones—the Omega’s sweet, alluring pull intensified alongside them.

Ye Chengxing paused for two seconds. To shield her from any cold draft, she drew Li Jia closer into her embrace. She instructed Xiao Bai to crack the window and undid the top few buttons of her shirt.

With the uppermost buttons freed, the shirt hung more casually now, covered in wrinkles it had never borne before amid her movements.

Ye Chengxing closed her eyes for a moment.

Nothing drastic showed on her face, but only she knew how wildly her heart hammered.

Every breath filled with the vivid sweetness of white peach.

Once safety was assured, Ye Chengxing had the driver bot increase its speed.

Even so, time seemed to stretch on interminably.

Cradled like that, Li Jia grew more restless—like a desert wanderer finally discovering the water source she had longed for.

“Sister… it hurts so much,” she said, gazing up at her with drenched eyes.

Pitiful as a small abandoned creature, Li Jia nestled in her arms, her soft locks brushing intermittently against Ye Chengxing’s shoulder, neck, and chin.

The sensation of hair grazing skin brought a fine, persistent itch.

After a long moment, Ye Chengxing hummed in acknowledgment. She stroked Li Jia’s hair, her tone still calmly gentle as she soothed her. “We’re almost at the hospital, Xiao Li. Just hold on a bit longer, okay?”

A little more endurance, and the suppressant injection at the hospital should settle everything.

Ye Chengxing gazed at Li Jia. The Omega looked utterly miserable—far beyond the restless agitation from before—and her heart filled more with aching tenderness than anything else.

The instinctive pull might stir unrest, but her pity and concern for Li Jia were enough to override the pheromones’ call.

Ye Chengxing lifted a fingertip to tuck a damp strand of hair behind Li Jia’s ear, her soothing words growing even softer.

Once at the hospital, Ye Chengxing secured an appointment slot as quickly as possible and settled into the waiting area.

Even for a suppressant injection, she—as an Alpha—couldn’t accompany her inside.

Still, the thought that Li Jia would be fine soon let Ye Chengxing exhale in relief, her tension easing somewhat after the ordeal.

But as time ticked by, that relief quickly gave way to renewed strain.

For just an injection, Li Jia had been inside far too long.

Ye Chengxing’s brows furrowed faintly as she stared at the closed door, her worry deepening.

She waited a while longer, by which point she was certain the time had well exceeded what a routine suppressant shot should take.

In that amount of time, they could have administered three full rounds of suppressants—let alone the fact that Li Jia could never handle that many injections.

Ye Chengxing immediately moved to contact the doctor, but before she could, the door to the treatment room swung open from the inside.

The doctor who emerged looked somewhat anxious, and the nurse’s footsteps hurried along behind.

The doctor turned to Ye Chengxing, her words tumbling out in a rush. “The patient’s condition is extremely unstable right now. I’m afraid she can’t take any more strong suppressant injections. Another dose could interfere and lead to something far worse.”

Ye Chengxing’s breath caught in her throat, her nerves suddenly stretching taut like a bowstring.

“Her heat period isn’t like a typical Omega’s,” the doctor continued. She paused for a moment, then spoke each word deliberately. “Even if injections were possible, regular suppressants wouldn’t work on her—and her body can’t tolerate the strong ones. If suppressants aren’t an option, the only choice left is manual soothing treatment.”