That kind of hint?
Having just gone through that lingering, passionate kiss, she had now rummaged through Lin Xu’s private items in her room. It was no wonder her thoughts veered in that direction.
In the past, Lin Xu had always been the one in control between them, but there had never been a time when Lin Xu had stripped nearly bare to please her like this.
Shu Qingyou had no choice but to take the phone. She averted her gaze. “Where did you bump into it? I’ll get you some ointment.”
Don’t look at her? So shy.
Lin Xu waved her hand and, “accidentally,” let her fingers brush lightly against Shu Qingyou’s leg. “It might be a cramp. It’s not a big deal.”
Shu Qingyou snapped out of her daze. The heat from her leg pulsed one after another, like a caress.
She abruptly closed her eyes. “Then I’m leaving.”
Wanting to leave? Not so easy. Lin Xu wasn’t giving up. She couldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip away; it’d be hard to find another excuse later.
The internet said that being too aggressive could backfire—the key to seduction was playing hard to get.
She knew that if she used pheromones, Shu Qingyou basically couldn’t resist, but that always felt a bit underhanded.
Suppressing her with physiology wouldn’t work if Shu Qingyou wasn’t willing deep down.
Gaining just her body would eventually erode her credibility in Shu Qingyou’s heart.
Lin Xu also swayed as she stood up, clutching her “numb” hand. “Okay, see you tomorrow.”
“Ah!”
She didn’t stand steady and fell onto Shu Qingyou.
Shu Qingyou froze for a moment. She tried to support Lin Xu with her upper body but overestimated her strength.
The two of them tumbled onto the soft bedding together. The old mattress’s springs creaked harshly beneath them.
Softness pressed against softness. In a flash, Lin Xu’s memories surged—the same position, Shu Qingyou beneath her, her hand lifting Shu Qingyou’s skirt hem.
Pushing aside the lace edge, the gland was exposed.
Pheromones soaked her palm.
Tenderness swelled in Lin Xu’s chest. She gazed at Shu Qingyou obsessively, her desire to pull her into her arms growing even stronger.
Shu Qingyou, still unaware, felt her heart overflowing with emotion. The inhibitor patch only prevented her pheromones from being triggered for now.
Pinned by those bare legs, Shu Qingyou pushed at her. “Get up first.”
Even though Lin Xu was on top of her, she was still just a woman’s soft body—no matter how heavy. Besides, in the past, they had used the most primal method…
To enter…
Hundreds of times.
Pathetically recalling this, Shu Qingyou turned her face away, unable to look back.
Lin Xu quickly propped herself up on her arms, afraid of crushing Shu Qingyou. Then she remembered her “numb hand” persona.
As the weight briefly lifted, Shu Qingyou sat up, and her sleep skirt’s hem rubbed against Lin Xu’s leg. She let out a soft gasp.
The next instant, the mattress creaked again with the same trick.
Shu Qingyou met Lin Xu’s watery, beautiful eyes, unsure what game she was playing. “Where does it hurt now?”
White sheets, Shu Qingyou’s long hair cascading like a waterfall, her face flushed, a hint of anger in her eyes.
This time, Lin Xu truly had no more excuses. Continuing the act would be pointless.
The internet said to avoid overplaying your hand. Lin Xu admitted defeat. “I remembered something that makes me too embarrassed to face you.”
That’s unusual. But whatever Lin Xu had recalled, Shu Qingyou forgot about their overlapping bodies as their eyes met. “…Tell me the truth. No beating around the bush.”
Lin Xu bit her lip, steeling herself like she was heading into battle. “We’ve been like this before.”
Like what?
Shu Qingyou furrowed her brows. Seeing Lin Xu’s face gradually turn red, she parted her lips slightly. This time, their thoughts aligned perfectly.
Her tone carried an unnatural tremor. “And?”
Lin Xu clamped her mouth shut, too shy to say it outright. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Shu Qingyou, her thighs rubbing constantly, generating heat that soon spread to the other.
She leaned to her ear and blew softly. Shu Qingyou’s ears were extremely sensitive. Lin Xu successfully watched the pale, dainty earlobe turn a heated shade.
“And my hand…”
The long-forgotten awkwardness all came rushing back. Shu Qingyou hurriedly covered Lin Xu’s mouth, shaking her head pleadingly. Don’t continue.
There was no escape now. Lin Xu’s eyes darkened ambiguously as her tongue tip darted out to lick the fragrant, soft palm.
Shu Qingyou flinched in shock and pulled away. Their breaths intertwined, pulling and tangling.
“Not good…”
Lin Xu’s leg pinned her down, whispering softly. “So it’s real. We’ve been intimate before.”
The smooth thigh, bare without sleep pants, nudged against her.
Pushing past the lace edge.
“Don’t.”
Shu Qingyou tensed and tried to shift her body, but the more she struggled, the less she could dislodge Lin Xu’s leg.
Instead, she bumped into the gland, and pheromones seeped out from the fabric.
Lin Xu froze. Her knee was stained with it.
It glistened wetly.
Shu Qingyou flushed with fury but had no grounds to scold her. Her vocabulary for curses was pitifully limited—only things like “perverted nympho psycho,” and “psycho” suited Lin Xu well enough.
But she wasn’t much better, going into heat for an Alpha like this.
She bit her lip hard, wishing more than ever for time to reverse.
Lin Xu’s heart ached seeing her lip nearly break the skin. She pried her teeth apart. “Bite me instead. I’m tough; bite me as hard as you want.”
She glared at her. “It’d be more reasonable if you got off me first.”
Lin Xu stuck firmly to her plan, unwilling to fail at the last step. Whether she could stay here long-term depended on this battle.
“I’ll prove with actions that you shouldn’t reject me.”
She wasn’t too overt about it. Shu Qingyou eyed her suspiciously. “Actions?”
Lin Xu nodded, without guilt or asking permission, sliding her left hand to the gland.
“You like me.”
It was a statement. Shu Qingyou trembled, craving her touch…
Lin Xu had obediently applied the pheromones from the hospital to her own gland, so this wasn’t impulsive. Shu Qingyou couldn’t deceive her or herself.
“Not anymore.”
Good news: she liked her. Bad news: past tense.
It felt like shards of glass scraping her heart, torturously painful, one slice after another. Lin Xu’s eyes slowly reddened.
Soon, a few drops of liquid fell on Shu Qingyou’s face. Beyond her expectation—what did Lin Xu have to cry about?
Even crying, she wouldn’t get up, just cried on top of her. Shu Qingyou struggled to shift aside.
“Tissues are on the nightstand. Cry all you want.”
Rebelliously, Lin Xu pinned her down tight, her legs clamping fiercely to prevent any movement, tears vanishing as if by magic.
“No, you wipe them for me.”
It was ridiculous—Lin Xu cried on top, while down below… Shu Qingyou sighed helplessly. “Your hair’s sticking to my face. I can’t see how to wipe.”
Lin Xu domineeringly kissed her lips, mumbling indistinctly. “Then don’t. It’ll dry eventually.”
Her hand returned to the gland—soft, lots of pheromones, slick.
Her palm rubbed.
Both top and bottom were tended to, her tongue wildly stirring. Shu Qingyou couldn’t hold back a moan.
Her legs were hooked over Lin Xu’s waist.
“Will you hate me?”
Lin Xu nuzzled her lip.
In terms of compatibility, Lin Xu believed no one suited Shu Qingyou better, but one-sided passion might drive her mad with longing over time.
Even now, asking such a mood-killer question. Shu Qingyou just panted, saying nothing.
Her temper rarely showed, but she’d see if Lin Xu could go all the way.
Not long after their breakup, the exquisite sensations of their Alpha-Omega bonding haunted her on many heat-filled nights.
Only in the past year had her desires lessened.
Reality was cruel.
Once an Omega was marked—even if cleaned—the signs of heat couldn’t be fully erased.
Shu Qingyou’s straightforward, fearless almond eyes made Lin Xu’s heart tremble just looking at them.
“No… you don’t hate me?”
Still no response. She was making Lin Xu figure it out herself. Lin Xu went all in, her palm continuing to knead the gland.
“Does this feel good?”
Shu Qingyou shot her a glance. Pretending to be innocent? Suppressing her voice, she said, “Didn’t you say I could bite you?”
Lin Xu obediently tilted her head, pressing her neck to Shu Qingyou’s mouth. “Gland’s here. Inhibitor patch on it—not great texture.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Mm, bite as hard as you want.”
Having seen through Lin Xu’s pitiful act, Shu Qingyou showed no mercy. Her hard teeth sank into Lin Xu’s gland.
Lin Xu grunted, her hand speeding up.
Shu Qingyou’s teeth embedded in the gland’s skin. Panting, she said, “Are you… getting revenge on me?”
Reason had long flown out the window. She wanted more bites on her gland. Lin Xu was about to lose control of her pheromones, her voice breaking. “I think this way we can finish sooner.”
Shu Qingyou bit the gland again. “Try it.”
The room felt like it had been drenched in autumn rain.
Watery sounds spread.
Warm, humid, silhouettes under the dim yellow light indistinguishable.
She had already come three times.
Lin Xu showed no fatigue, switching to her mouth.
How much longer this battle would last was unknown.
In the next room, Shu Rong suddenly opened her eyes. She had a nightmare. Her excellent memory replayed the past.
Mom had finished feeding her milk, gently placed her on the bed, sang a lullaby tenderly, and kissed her forehead.
After falling asleep, she heard noises, woke up, and crawled over, wanting to roll into Mom’s arms. But the pillow beside her was empty.
Shu Rong looked around in confusion. The room seemed so big to her. She crawled to the bed’s edge. In the dim light, Mom was in the corner, hugging her knees, shoulders shaking.
Shu Rong scratched her head. Why wasn’t Mom on the bed tonight? Had she gone to sleep in the corner again?
No Mom in the room—where was Mom? Some garbled text appeared, but she ignored it.
She rolled off the bed, slipped on her slippers. She could walk, just with short legs that moved slowly.
Mom wasn’t in the living room. Shu Rong thought for a moment, then had an idea—go ask Big Sis.
Big Sis had been so nice lately, buying her lots of snacks Mom never let her have.
Shu Rong stared at the tightly shut door. She reached up with her little paws, grabbed the cold handle, and pulled down hard.
With a creak, Shu Rong dangled from the doorknob as the door swung open.
Worried about her footing, she landed steadily and first looked at the floor.
Huh? A black lacy triangular panty—she knew it was Mom’s.
How could it be thrown on the ground? So dirty.
The two on the bed noticed Shu Rong at almost the same time. Lin Xu had just turned her head when Shu Qingyou summoned unexpected strength.
She shoved Lin Xu off forcefully. Lin Xu yelped and fell to the floor.
Shu Qingyou immediately scooped up Shu Rong, covered her eyes, and bolted to the master bedroom like the wind. Her heart pounded faster than ever, her face burning hot.
What had just happened?
Shu Rong only knew Mom was in Big Sis’s room. Leaning into Mom’s arms, she glimpsed lots of red spots on Mom’s neck.
Her little brows furrowed like caterpillars. Shu Rong worriedly touched Mom’s neck.
