The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 92

Chapter 92:

Her ten fingers were as slender as green onions, long and delicate, as white as jade. Yan Qinghe loved Mu Sixue’s hands the most. Holding them in her palm was like holding a piece of soft, warm jade, or like caressing a tender banana leaf, so soft that it seemed water would drip out if she squeezed it.

She wanted to teach her to carve the most beautiful and passionate picture, and she really did practice it.

“Mm, yes, my girlfriend is so smart,” the alpha’s words were breathy, mixed with a broken tone, difficult to form a coherent sentence. Her eyes were hot, and Little Qinghe was even hotter than her eyes. The omega was seductive, and the blacksmith turned the fire poker into fire with a flip of her hand, and into rain with another. Before it was deeply tempered, there were waves of it.

The rain beat against the banana leaves, both up and down.

So much. Her autumn-water-like eyes were filled with a shy charm that was hard to bear. Mu Sixue’s palm shrank back, her fingers slightly hooked, and she walked in a wet and greasy rainforest of calamansi mixed with a milky fragrance.

She forced herself to be reserved and wanted to push the other away, only to find that she had no hands to use.

The paper box was moved away by that person and fell to the ground with a thud.

This person was definitely doing it on purpose, a little mischievous.

She was looked at with a smile. That person lowered her head, her high nose occasionally rubbing against her pretty nose.

The scent of calamansi, along with her breath, brushed against the lotus scent of the snowy mountain. Their breaths mingled, and their tenderness collided.

Yan Qinghe’s hair was a little messy, as dark as ink, with a hint of sweat. Her shining, affectionate phoenix eyes were fixed on Mu Sixue.

Mu Sixue helplessly let her rub against her face like a crawling puppy, occasionally giving her a peck on the lips. Only when she gave her a cool glance would she grin and rub against her neck, saying, “My girlfriend is so beautiful.”

Rubbing against her neck, Little Qinghe quietly peeked out. There was a hint of an almost imperceptible awkwardness in the depths of the alpha’s eyes. It had been too rushed before. How could it be so fast?

She had gone fast before, and now she was getting up too fast. A little embarrassing, and a little shy.

Was it because she had been abstinent for too long, or was Mu Sixue too captivating?

But her senior was a little good at it. At first, she was like a teacher teaching a student to copy strokes, holding her hand, horizontal, vertical, vertical, horizontal, stroke by stroke. Soon, Mu Sixue had taken over, and Teacher Yan was no longer needed.

Little Qinghe was Mu’s little top student’s practice ground. The primary school student quickly evolved into a middle school student, a high school student… until she became a gifted university student.

Yan Qinghe gasped. Little Qinghe was in a bit of a difficult situation. Because of her act of moving the box, the woman had retaliated by smearing all the orange-scented grease on it, lingering and circling.

Her abdominal skin grew cold, and at the same time, her ear was lightly bitten by the woman. A hook-like “hmm” was filled with a cold laugh, “Do you want to continue? Hmm?”

Yan Qinghe sighed with contentment. Her eyes drooped like a little rabbit’s. She raised her hands in surrender, defeated. The last pinch was a little painful. She obediently moved away from the one who was covering her, and let Mu Sixue, with the posture of a victor, go to the washroom.

She had wanted to put her hands behind her head and act very dignified, but then she felt a little wronged. She glanced at the other’s graceful back, her knee-length silk slip dress swaying in the wind.

Her ears were slightly red, and the gland on the back of her neck, like Little Qinghe, was even hotter. She quickly did a carp-like leap and left the bedroom, wanting to run to another guest washroom.

But there was still someone outside. Mu Sixue’s sister was still in the living room. It was an embarrassing scene, and she refused to let her sister see it, even if she would become her family in the future.

Yan Qinghe awkwardly held a piece of clothing and covered herself with it, like wearing a raincoat back to front.

Mu Sichen was watching TV in the living room. Her sense of taste had recovered a lot recently. She was munching on potato chips. Seeing Yan Qinghe’s strange behavior, she frowned and remembered that her sister knew martial arts.

This person… had she been beaten up by her sister? She could barely walk properly. What had happened?

Could it be that Yan Qinghe had tried to “take advantage” of her sister and had been beaten up? For a moment, Mu Sichen’s mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.

Yan Qinghe took a deep breath. She was so useless. After being marked by an omega, just seeing Mu Sixue’s graceful back made it difficult for her to control herself.

But she couldn’t be blamed for this. Who had let her be on the second day after being marked? At this time, an alpha’s dependence on an omega was the deepest. She wished she could be with her omega all day long.

This feeling of being held was not good. She really wanted to take a shower, but she couldn’t go outside, so she went back into the bedroom.

Mu Sixue was washing her hands, the sound of the gurgling water, a thin stream like a pillar. She felt that she had been led astray by Summer. Gradually… a thin, warm body pressed against her.

“I’ll help you wash, Senior.” Her two hands were held from behind by that person and, following the stream of water, she washed her fingers, the gaps between her fingers, and her palm. The stains were washed away, and the ambiguity flowed again.

Warmth flowed into her heart, like a mandarin orange, sweeter than sugar.

Yan Qinghe was also a little shy. As a good alpha of the new era, she was taking care of her own things.

As they were washing… the atmosphere gradually grew hot. Their gazes met in the mirror for a moment and then quickly moved away, like two students in their first love, or like a newly married couple on their wedding night.

With hearts utterly pure, yet engaged in an act so suggestive.

Gradually, Mu Sixue felt something was wrong behind her. She turned around in disbelief, her face calm and composed. “Does Summer want to take a shower?”

The cold shower kind.

She took a dry, soft towel from the rack and was about to carefully wipe her hands, which had been washed by Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe’s face grew red. She held her hand, which was wiping, and with a joy of about to turn defeat into victory, she whispered in the woman’s ear, “How about Senior helps me wash?”

Mu Sixue pretended not to hear, her eyelashes lowered, and she bit her lip and continued to wipe her hands, but she was moved away by that person. She was half-coaxed and half-forced into the bathroom.

“Senior doesn’t need to wipe anymore.”

Anyway, it would get wet again later.

**

The next day, when they went to work, Mu Sixue and she came to the conference room one after another.

In the elevator, she had wanted to be with Mu Sixue, but the woman had given her a cool glance, as if she didn’t know her. Yan Qinghe watched as the elevator door closed. She felt that Mu Sixue was doing it on purpose.

Then, she received a text from Mu Sixue. [Good morning, Summer.] followed by a summer sunny day and a snowflake emoji, nonchalantly hiding the details of her love in the symbols.

Between the sun and the snowflake, there was also a small red heart.

Yan Qinghe’s eyes curved. She poked the small snowflake symbol with her finger. That was Mu Sixue, and the sunny day was her.

The two symbols were firmly close together. She added a trembling heart in the middle, attached a “forever,” and sent it again, secretly expressing that Summer would always like Sixue.

“Does your girlfriend like this?”

In the company, she pretended not to be familiar with her, but privately, she would send her a text to tease her. Yan Qinghe raised an eyebrow. Then she would cooperate with her.

She didn’t know that the employees in the company, those who had initially bet on her and Ji Qianqian becoming a couple, had long since admitted defeat and had switched to betting on her and Mu Sixue.

Even if on the surface, the two bosses looked as if nothing was wrong, the turbulent waves under the calm surface made people suspicious.

That day, Mu Sixue was having an online voice conference in her office, and everyone in the group was also discussing it heatedly.

“Why isn’t the big boss here?”

Yan Qinghe’s avatar was gray. Everyone had been waiting for a long time for her to speak, until a familiar voice came from President Mu’s side.

“Everyone’s ideas are very good. The plan can be initially approved.”

Hearing Chairwoman Yan’s light praise, the heads of all departments wished they could clap and cheer in the small group. This plan was based on the water resource strategy formulated by President Mu and had been expanded in detail. Everyone had prepared for a long time.

“But in the end, it still needs President Mu’s decision.”

Then, they heard that for the next fifteen minutes of the meeting, Chairwoman Yan was all about President Mu’s major decisions, biotechnology, water resources, etc. From left to right, she praised President Mu’s foresight, intelligence, and excellence, like a goddess of the business street, a big shot in H City, and the anchor of the Yan Corporation.

She was just short of saying that she was the brightest star in the young Chairwoman Yan’s heart.

Something was wrong. The employees were sending messages in the group. Was this a confession of sincerity, or was it a disguised show of affection? They shook their heads in their hearts.

Head A: “What kind of meeting is this? It’s like a confession scene.”

Head B: “I feel like everyone here is a dog, being fed a mouthful of dog food.”

Head C: “Why do I feel like I’m shipping them? It’s the first time I feel that the meeting is not that long, not that hard to bear.”

Besides the heads in their respective offices, the employees who were gathered to listen to the meeting, as they looked at each other, their eyes flashed with the spark of gossip.

Ever since the opera in which Yan Qinghe and Mu Sixue had starred had won an award and had been broadcast online in the country, the employees had long since, behind their backs, watched the short one-and-a-half-hour opera film with their eyes until it was worn out.

Especially the spark of tension between the two of them in the movie had made many people switch from the Yan-Ji camp to shipping Yan-Mu.

They knew that the two of them should be in the same office at this time, but unfortunately, they could only hear their voices during the meeting.

“Let go.” “I won’t.”

“Get up.” “I won’t.”

The two of them, on the meeting notebook, were communicating with their pens, one after another. Behind the short eight words was the ambiguous scene of Yan Qinghe holding Mu Sixue on her lap, the two of them sitting on Yan Qinghe’s office chair.

And so a meeting was over.

From asking to call each other by their titles in the company, it had escalated to, in front of everyone, the president sitting on the company’s chairman’s lap, having a general meeting with the employees. What was this?

Mu Sixue bit her lip. It was simply a disgrace.

As the meeting was about to end, the employees were summarizing their reports. Yan Qinghe whispered in Mu Sixue’s ear, her face shameless, “Who let you last night…”

Mu Sixue turned on the mute button, but she was helpless. She coaxed the alpha in her special period, “Didn’t I already let you wipe it?”

Yan Qinghe remembered that last night, as she was wiping, it had turned into a gentle kneading. She licked her lips, which had been showered with the rain of lotus fragrance, and her ears grew a little hot.

“Then does it still hurt today?”

Mu Sixue gave her a look, too lazy to bother with her. She understood that a completely marked alpha would, for a short period, enter an unbearable, almost heat-like dependence on an omega.

But were all marked alphas this clingy? Even during a full online meeting, she couldn’t bear to be in two separate offices and had to be squeezed together, held in her arms.

“Alright, my girlfriend won’t tell me,” Yan Qinghe pouted.

Mu Sixue reminded her, “We’re still in a meeting.”

Finally, it was her turn to summarize the meeting. She wanted to turn off the mute button, but her hand was held by Yan Qinghe, and she accidentally turned on the video button.

“Then I’ll kiss my girlfriend until she tells me,” she said, getting close to Mu Sixue’s cheek.

Mu Sixue’s slender hands were on the table. She blushed and quickly stood up. In the video, the employees looked at each other. The chairman and President Mu just now… seemed to be a little close?

They seemed to have vaguely heard the three words “girlfriend.” Was it an illusion?