After an Alluring Alpha Provokes an Unhinged Omega 48

Chapter 48: Clean

The sharp pain in her neck made Jiang Mi gasp.

This was the second time Yan Wei had bitten her here. The position was exactly the same, but the force was several times fiercer than last time.

Her rapid panting crashed against her chest. Her wrist, pulled behind her back by Yan Wei, restrained her shoulder.

The sharp pain and the slightly forceful posture forced her back to tense, almost uncontrollably bending backwards, as if she were tied up.

However, deep in her consciousness, her mind was only wildly echoing Yan Wei’s scorching words—

“I, like you.”

Something exploded. A fine, scorching joy spread along her spine. The air under her feet turned into a solid ground.

Of course, Jiang Mi was happy, and there was also a hint of reassurance.

She said softly, “Teacher Yan, can you say it again?”

Her teeth loosened, and her wet tongue lightly swept over the source of the slight throbbing under the teeth marks, causing a fine, tingling shiver in Jiang Mi.

Yan Wei’s voice sounded against her scorching skin,

“I like you… I like you. Jiang Mi, can’t you feel it?”

Jiang Mi closed her eyes, as if by doing so, she could block out the overwhelming dizziness. Then, there was Yan Wei’s almost inaudible sigh, “You don’t believe me.”

—The moment her words fell, the force that was restraining her wrist was also suddenly withdrawn.

This time, Jiang Mi clearly caught the low spirits wrapped in her words.

She couldn’t be sure if it was her imagination, but the moment Yan Wei’s strength completely disappeared, her heart suddenly sank, and a faint regret welled up.

She couldn’t help but say, “…No, it’s not that I don’t believe you.”

Instinct drove her to want to turn and face those eyes, but her turning shoulder hadn’t moved an inch when Yan Wei’s warm palm pressed against it. “Since you’re not willing, then don’t force it. Jiang Mi, I respect you.”

“…”

Jiang Mi’s whole body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

This reaction seemed to be completely different from the script she had expected in her heart.

These two words, “respect,” which were almost detached, were said so calmly by Yan Wei. It was a “politeness” she had never heard before.

She suddenly felt even more guilty.

Jiang Mi suddenly had a thought. Could it be that she had been overthinking it all along? She had used her own ideas to demand of Yan Wei. In fact, had she also misunderstood Yan Wei?

“I…”

She suddenly didn’t know what to say.

The force on her shoulder was also released at this time.

“I’m going to take a shower. You can wait here.”

Yan Wei’s voice seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, the end of her words stripped of warmth.

The sound of footsteps lightly tapped on the damp floor, gradually moving away.

The glass door was deftly closed, making a faint “click” sound, completely isolating the steamy water vapor and warm light of the bathroom, leaving only a cold partition.

A corner of Jiang Mi’s chest suddenly sank, and a hard-to-describe sourness welled up. Jiang Mi’s heart softened.

She stood there for a long time.

Finally, she pursed her lips, her gaze involuntarily moving to the frosted door.

She felt a little bad.

This was the first time she had heard Yan Wei use this tone. She really wanted to see Yan Wei’s face, but when she thought of the possibility of seeing that beautiful face with such a look of disappointment—she felt sad.

She walked a few steps towards the door, her fingertips hesitantly resting on the cold door frame. After a moment’s hesitation, she tentatively pushed open a crack.

The sound of rushing water suddenly became clear and amplified. What rushed towards her was air filled with water vapor, mixed with the clear scent of brandy.

Jiang Mi called out, “Teacher Yan.”

After a moment, perhaps a few seconds, or perhaps longer.

Yan Wei’s voice came through the layers of water curtains and the narrow crack in the door, every word stained with a damp chill.

“You said my sincerity was not enough. But until now, the way you address me? Still like an outsider. Jiang Mi, then where is your sincerity?”

Jiang Mi’s throat tightened, as if something was blocking it, and she couldn’t spit out half a word.

She subconsciously curled her fingers. The bitten spot on the side of her neck was still faintly throbbing. Perhaps because of this, the brandy pheromones in the air were even more stimulating.

At the same time, her heart felt a little sour, like eating a cherry in rice wine.

“Sister.”

Jiang Mi immediately changed her address.

“You said you wanted to know why I was unhappy, what had happened to me. But it’s not that I’m telling you. It’s that those things, even I am unwilling to recall.” Behind the curtain of water, Yan Wei’s voice pierced through, turning into a freezing point, hitting her heart bit by bit.

Her voice paused almost imperceptibly, with a hint of weariness. “Do you want me to tell you that Mo Yun tried to use suicide to threaten me to continue funding her beloved daughter, or do you want to hear me count the jackals hidden behind the smiling faces in this circle, who are always thinking about how to maximize my value, how to suck my blood, or do you want me to tell you that I want to crush every single person who gets close to you under my feet?”

Jiang Mi was completely stunned.

There was too much, too complex in these few sentences from Yan Wei, so much so that she needed to react to them one by one.

The glamorous Yan Wei, it turned out, had so many troubles.

An indescribable emotion swept over her. Was it the joy of Yan Wei telling her everything? Was it self-blame, or was it the heartache that she had immediately suppressed?

Jiang Mi had already controlled this emotion, because it made her look like a love-struck fool.

This would make her seem so… blind and unclear.

However, was it possible that liking someone was like breaking into an unforeseen fog? Some emotions, you simply couldn’t set up a defense line in advance.

Suddenly, the sound of rushing water stopped.

Yan Wei’s voice became even clearer.

“Jiang Mi, I remember I told you that the me you know is never the real me. One day you will regret it, you will be afraid of me, you will want to leave me, and perhaps, like Mo Yun and Mo Xi… you will hate me, resent me. Despise me.”

The sound of footsteps approached the door and stopped less than ten centimeters from the frosted door.

Although the air was full of water, Jiang Mi’s lips were dry. She was so nervous that she subconsciously licked them.

The choked voice in her throat finally came out, with an instinctive clarity:

“I won’t.”

Through the frosted glass, Yan Wei asked, “What did you say?”

“I won’t leave you.”

“And you won’t regret it?”

“I won’t.”

“Then… if one day you hate me, and you want to leave me?”

Yan Wei was suddenly like a patient and guiding teacher.

Jiang Mi’s brow furrowed unconsciously for a moment. Why would she hate Yan Wei?

She took a breath and said, “I won’t…”

“What if?” Yan Wei’s voice cut off her certainty, with an unquestionable tone, “What if there is such a day?”

The atmosphere of the conversation quietly became subtle.

This sounded like a kind of guarantee, and also like a bet between them.

“I don’t know,” Jiang Mi replied. “Then… what will it take for you to believe me?” The moment her words fell, she suddenly caught something wrong. Why had it suddenly become her professing her loyalty?

Inside the frosted door.

Yan Wei slowly raised her eyelids. Her water-misted eyelashes trembled for a moment, and her eyes lowered slightly, the curve of her lips flashing by.

Her voice passed through the water vapor, every word clear, with a strange calmness.

“If one day you want to leave me, you’ll let me do as I please, okay?”

That low, final note was wrapped in a heart-palpitating magnetism.

Like an electric current, Jiang Mi’s heart trembled.

“Okay.”

A one-word promise came out.

After Jiang Mi said it, she immediately became a little more sober.

She took a deep breath of the warm, damp air, with a hint of probing and an imperceptible expectation. Her voice softened, “Then… if there’s anything unhappy in the future, can you try to tell me a little? I’ll be worried… and, when you have time, can you occasionally let me know where you are, what you’re doing? Even if it’s just a word?”

The other end fell into a brief silence, so quiet that you could hear the sound of water droplets splashing on the tiles.

A few seconds later, that voice came again:

“Okay.”

This crisp and neat response was like a gentle ray of sunshine, and the gloom that had been covering Jiang Mi’s heart for days disappeared.

She was a little surprised that Yan Wei had agreed so quickly.

“Jiang Mi.”

“Hmm?”

“…It’s a little cold.”

The dependent tone made Jiang Mi flinch.

She immediately turned to get a disposable towel. Inside the frosted door, she could vaguely see a milky white figure. She held her breath and put her arm through the crack in the door.

A damp, cool touch was the first thing she felt—it was Yan Wei’s water-vapor-covered fingertips.

This unexpected touch suddenly gave her a bold idea.

Her knuckles subconsciously tightened, firmly holding a corner of the soft towel in her hand. She asked, “Do you want me to help you?”

The last note was still in the air when the frosted glass door silently slid inward.

Jiang Mi’s breath hitched, and she unexpectedly crashed into the depths of Yan Wei’s eyes.

Before she could adjust her posture, her wrist had been gently pulled by the other party, and her whole person was pulled forward by that irresistible gravitational force. Stumbling, her hand instinctively wrapped around Yan Wei’s waist.

Wet, slippery, and cool.

Yan Wei urged, “Aren’t you going to help me wipe?”

“Why aren’t you moving?” Yan Wei’s voice carried a hint of lazy water vapor, her breath brushing against her forehead.

Jiang Mi’s cheeks and earlobes instantly flushed with a familiar heat.

The towel in her hand, as if it had a mind of its own, began to move along Yan Wei’s water-glistened skin, from her shoulder line down to the curve of her spine, not daring to miss a single spot… This feeling reminded her of that day in Huai City, when Yan Wei was sick and lying on the sofa.

So she asked, “Are you completely better?”

Yan Wei: “Tired.”

The towel was slightly wrapped around Yan Wei’s body. Jiang Mi lowered her eyes and said, “I’m sorry.”

From Huai City to Jincheng, so far, the journey of planes and cars, and being left downstairs for so long. Yan Wei had even told her things about her family that she was unwilling to say today. She suddenly thought, was she being a little too much?

Actually, she didn’t seem to have clearly expressed her demands to Yan Wei.

Actually, she didn’t seem to have seriously asked if Yan Wei was willing to say these things.

Her gaze lifted, and she found that Yan Wei’s gaze was also firmly locked on her.

The air seemed to freeze slightly. Jiang Mi’s long eyelashes trembled helplessly a few times, and her gaze involuntarily slid down, finally landing on those soft lips.

She suddenly tightened the two ends of the towel that was wrapped around Yan Wei’s front, pulling her into her own breathing space. The next second, her lips, with a careful probing, gently pressed against hers.

But no one made any more moves.

Jiang Mi pecked at that soft lip very gently, slowly and preciously. It was a silent piety.

Until Yan Wei gently grabbed her.

She didn’t want to do anything with Jiang Mi in this place.

Jiang Mi paused. She was a little surprised by Yan Wei’s refusal, but her mood was not bad. Perhaps it was because… this time, their communication was not through their bodies.

Yan Wei raised her hand, and her cool fingertips gently brushed against Jiang Mi’s hot cheek.

After several times, Yan Wei had figured out a certain pattern of the other party: what this young soul craved seemed to include some pure emotions that transcended the physical—to truly keep Jiang Mi by her side, she needed to make a strategic partial retreat.

The words Jiang Mi hoped to hear, the transparency she longed for, were not impossible to try to give her.

More importantly.

A single, fleeting intimacy was no longer enough for her.

Feeding a starving person a small piece of fresh meat not only couldn’t stop the hunger, but it also aroused the thirst to devour the person completely.

She had to get more of a price from Jiang Mi.

Yan Wei’s voice returned to its usual calmness, “We’ll talk about it when we get back.”