Chapter 96: The Insecure Tsundere Canary Alpha

In front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, soft light bathed the exquisite piano, its glossy surface sparkling dazzlingly. Jiang Li sat straight on the piano bench, her slender figure accentuating the elegant movements of her hands.

The piano notes floated leisurely through the air.

She sat by the window, her fair skin reflecting the light. She wore a pure white lace dress that made it hard to discern her true form.

One could vaguely see a piece of lace clinging reluctantly to the woman’s body, swaying slightly with her movements. The hollow white mesh hung in delicate threads.

“Li… Li……”

A hoarse voice suddenly broke the air, the speaker’s throat trembling as she swallowed. Li Huan called up to Jiang Li, her long eyelashes seemingly adorned with transparent jewels.

Crystal clear and glossy black, they made her eyes appear exceptionally translucent.

Jiang Li’s fingers pressed ambiguously on the keys, as if this one note was crucially important. She didn’t look down at Li Huan. Instead, she stretched her swan-like slender neck upward a little more.

The faint blue veins beneath her skin deepened in color.

Li Huan halted her own movements. The light in her eyes sparkled brightly, and faint red streaks marked her face. She still remembered what Jiang Li had just said.

“You want to unwrap it? Then you have to pay a little something first.”

As Li Huan drew nearer in fascination, brushing against Jiang Li’s side and causing her bathrobe to lift slightly, Jiang Li extended a fingertip and gently pressed it against Li Huan’s approaching lips.

With a gentle smile, Jiang Li stroked those lips and winked at the gaze fixed on her. After all, she was a conscientious merchant.

Li Huan clutched her bathrobe, her palms slick with sweat. She didn’t hide her raw desire at all as she stared at Jiang Li and asked, “What kind of payment?”

What could she give Jiang Li?

This body belonged to Jiang Li. This heart belonged to her too.

Naked and honest as she was, what else did she have to offer?

Hearing Li Huan’s words, Jiang Li leaned back slightly. Her eyes curved into a smile, but she didn’t give the answer Li Huan craved. She tapped her own beautiful chin with a fingertip, and the scent of epiphyllum wafted out with her words.

“What kind of payment~?” The woman’s lazy voice drew out the words languidly.

Leaning against the piano, Jiang Li regarded the pair of eyes before her—dark with excitement and agitation. She merely glanced lightly at the hand braced beside her, curled up in restraint. It was long, pale, and perhaps very strong.

Memories from the heat period surged up—the time this woman had carried her to the bathroom. Jiang Li shifted her gaze back to Li Huan’s cheek.

Her knuckle trailed along the line of Li Huan’s gaze and paused at her forehead, warm and still carrying Jiang Li’s scent.

Li Huan gripped the fabric tightly and parted her lips slightly. “I…”

“Not yet~”

The soft voice carried an undertone that brooked no refusal. Jiang Li treated the beautiful face beneath her hand like a toy. Unlike her firm words, her fingertip glided downward with a faint tingling current.

And those eyes—long and narrow—stared straight at Li Huan, amusement sparkling in their depths.

Jiang Li likes this, Li Huan thought.

If Jiang Li liked it, then Li Huan had no reason to refuse—nor any desire to.

Even though she could clearly feel it now, surging through her limbs, her blood, her heart: every part of her screaming—

Bite! Bite her nape! Make her yours! Mark her forever with your pheromones!

Bite Jiang Li’s nape—not just a shallow injection of her scent, but again and again, countless times, drenching Jiang Li in the aroma of cedar everywhere.

For Li Huan, the thought was irresistibly tantalizing.

But right now, Jiang Li clearly had her own plans.

As her pet canary, Li Huan naturally intended to indulge her every whim.

Li Huan relaxed her body and voluntarily pulled back the wrist braced on the chair. Seeing Jiang Li’s eyebrows lift in satisfaction, a secret thrill bubbled in her heart.

Yes… a good little dog deserves a reward.

“Close your eyes.” Jiang Li began sliding her fingertips. After her softly cool command, her palm covered Li Huan’s vision, plunging it into star-flecked darkness.

Li Huan gripped the bathrobe over her thigh and obediently shut her eyes.

Her long eyelashes drooped noticeably, brushing Jiang Li’s tender palm with a faint itch, like a butterfly alighting for a light kiss.

Fleeting and delicate, it left one with a moment of lingering nostalgia.

A butterfly kiss…

With her eyes closed, Li Huan lost her sight and could only sense the traces left by that soft palm gliding over her cheek, carrying the ever-present epiphyllum scent that lingered in her nose.

It brushed her brow; it touched her eyes; it slid along her nose; it kneaded her cheek… So, what about her lips?

Would those lips, left for last, be ignored by Jiang Li entirely? Or would she kiss her?

Her heartbeat quickened with loud thuds. Li Huan wished it would slow down—at least enough not to let Jiang Li hear her frantic pulse and misunderstand.

On this not-too-warm day, the thin bathrobe offered no cover for her secrets.

A palm slowly rested on her wildly pounding heart. The mischievous epiphyllum scent even leaned down curiously to sniff.

Click.

That press felt like triggering a safety valve. Suddenly, Li Huan felt as if she’d entered another world—a blinding expanse of white.

For an instant, she thought her previously lively heart had stopped dead the moment that epiphyllum scent neared. It even blew lightly through the open robe.

Her skin shivered violently, and Li Huan instinctively tried to pull back.

“Be good.”

The hand lingering by her cheek instantly halted her movement. Jiang Li’s clear low chuckle amplified right by her ear, the palm’s lines rubbing quickly against her soft skin.

Mmm!

The soft sensation collided without much gentleness. It was Jiang Li’s first kiss, even if she’d seemed so confident before, as if she had plenty of experience.

The hand at Li Huan’s neck trembled slightly, with her pinky finger crooked in the air.

Nervous inside, Jiang Li quietly opened her eyes to check on Li Huan. She hadn’t opened hers. Her closed lashes trembled fiercely, flushing her face with a charming red.

Jiang Li had worried about this kiss she’d initiated herself. But Li Huan clearly had no mind for such things.

Her thoughts revolved around one thing: Jiang Li kissed me! Jiang Li kissed me!! Jiang Li kissed me!!!

The moment those soft lips met, Li Huan swore no pastry she’d ever eaten was this soft—or this fragrant.

She was utterly enchanted, and she would surely become addicted to it.

The faint fragrance of night-blooming cereus and crisp cedar slowly entwined around them as their lips parted and met, threads of scent weaving and melting back and forth. The air grew thick and sticky.

“Take a breath.”

Li Huan bit her lip, the flush on her face spreading uncontrollably. After only a brief pause, she braced her hands on Jiang Li’s thighs and kissed her again, unable to hold back.

Breathe what? The epiphyllum scent in the air was already so thick it felt substantial. Even a faint whiff on ordinary days could drive someone into heat—what more now?

In her daze, Li Huan pressed closer to Jiang Li. She didn’t want Jiang Li tainted by anything else, not even her own pheromones.

Keep her hidden… hide her away… don’t let anyone see her…

“Mmm! Li… Huan…”

Her already tightly entangled lips unwittingly spilled a few muffled sounds. Somehow, the one nipping her tongue seemed to press even closer, as if to swallow her whole.

The wrist braced on her thigh began sliding upward per its owner’s whims. Amid the fiery entangled kiss, the snow-white skin wrapped in lace now hosted a greedy visitor.

The white lace drifted ethereally, its hollow gaps tempting one to slip a finger through and pinch the softness beneath.

Li Huan thought it over and prepared to act on it.

They both still wore layers of obscuring fabric. Li Huan didn’t get greedy; her fingertip only crept up an inch. Just as she was about to tug aside the hollow white lace and delve inside—

A trembling, faintly red wrist stopped her.

“No.”

Jiang Li’s wrist pressed against Li Huan’s shoulder. Her negligible strength couldn’t truly push her away, but her refusing voice was caught amid the slurping kisses.

Jiang Li said no, so they had to stop.

Her body trembled with shivers. Li Huan unconsciously clenched the hand on Jiang Li’s thigh. Her face bore the flush from the kisses—and now, the reddening from restrained desire.

Her eyes were deep pools of melting darkness. When she looked at Jiang Li, they held a beast-like gleam—fiercely savage, yet ravenous with hunger.

She was an Alpha in her susceptible period. Even a single light kiss from Jiang Li was enough to drive her into excitement.

And Li Huan’s current state only reinforced Jiang Li’s determination to follow Li Si’s advice.

—Tease her as much as possible, seduce her. Make her willing to kneel for you, lick for you… make her do everything an Alpha would never do.

—Prolong the Alpha’s early excitement as long as you can. Keep that string taut for too long, and it’ll make things easier for you in the end.

—Most importantly, during the early susceptible period, tease her and use her to bring your own body to excitement—more intense than your heat period.

……

Li Si’s messages were plentiful, but Jiang Li had only noted what was useful to her.

Her arm draped weakly over Li Huan’s shoulder. Jiang Li shifted her body backward, and that gaze heavy with desire followed, like a dense spiderweb ensnaring her tightly.

Rip~

A faint tearing sound—not too loud—quickly drew Li Huan’s eyes downward. They darkened intensely.

Right before her fingertips, that hollow prey had been quietly tugged open, separating all too easily from the snowy skin.

Jiang Li lifted the bit of white lace she’d just pulled free and dangled it teasingly before Li Huan. It was impossible to say whether the lace or her skin looked more enticing.

Li Huan swallowed hard, her gaze flickering. She wanted to bite.

“Tell me, how many times do you want to tear this dress off me?”

Li Huan answered without hesitation. “Once.”

Jiang Li tsked softly in disagreement and dangled the white lace before her again. “No, that would ruin the point of this dress.”

“One, two, three… ah, only four.”

Jiang Li counted them off. Li Huan’s eyes fixed tightly on the sliver of tender white exposed as she bowed her head. Her fingers curled slightly. That spot… it was so soft.

“How about this, Baby?” Jiang Li pointed a fingertip at one of the hollows in the white lace on her body. The rose lace swayed against her skin as she chuckled lightly. “I climax once, you tear one.”

“Like that?”

Li Huan would never refuse Jiang Li. She waited quietly for her next instruction.

Seeing her agreement, Jiang Li’s brows curved, her lips parting lightly.

“Then first—kneel down.”

Her fingertip pointed to the space beneath the piano—and at her feet.