Chapter 33 Part 2

During the bath, Chi Yumo’s body was not entirely unresponsive.

Her breathing would quicken when Shi Youwan touched sensitive areas, or her arms and legs would twitch slightly.

Their faces drew infinitely close.

Like a greedy thief, Shi Youwan held her breath and stole kisses on Chi Yumo’s brow, eyes, and lips.

This was her Alpha, her little lover.

Her most intimate person.

“Xiao Mo, call me ‘sister’ once more, okay?”

She gently captured the lips she had longed for day and night, full of tenderness, lingering softly on the Alpha’s lips. As if time had stopped, the air grew sweet with her lotus scent and… the Alpha’s coconut scent.

Surprised by Chi Yumo’s responsive release of Pheromones, Shi Youwan felt her body tremble, her heartbeat accelerate, unable to control herself.

Her small tongue pushed slightly between the lips, flicking up to pry open the Alpha’s teeth. All her waiting and longing melted into this blaze.

Each soft touch was like electricity coursing through Shi Youwan’s body, making her shudder endlessly.

Her breath, her thoughts, were all stolen by the Alpha’s Pheromones. She could only let the coconut scent brush her Glands, seeping inch by inch into her skin, into her body, dominating rampantly within.

The spark ignited instantly, burning ever fiercer.

Her rising body temperature and surging Pheromones warned Shi Youwan that she was likely entering her heat passively.

Since Chi Yumo left last year, after Shi Youwan fell gravely ill for months, her heat cycles had become irregular.

There were Inhibitors in the bedside drawer, but she did not want to use them.

She wanted Chi Yumo’s Pheromones, wanted Chi Yumo’s caresses.

The day she arrived in Lingjiang City, she had noticed Xiao Mo’s nails were trimmed short again, back to their former neat, rounded shape.

A shameful, lewd thought flitted through her mind. Heat surged, Shi Youwan’s cheeks burned, her legs crossed and curved tighter and tighter.

Her blood flowed faster, matching the speed of her heartbeat and Pheromone diffusion.

Perhaps kissed too deeply and too long, the Alpha’s tongue shrank back, her head turning away like in the car, chasing the source of the lotus scent and nuzzling against it.

The loose bathrobe scattered open amid their playful chase, their soft bodies pressing together in an eternal thrill, a long-missed heart tremor.

Shi Youwan tilted her neck slightly, resting one knee on Chi Yumo’s leg. She played with Chi Yumo’s fingers, guiding them familiarly to the intimate place they had both explored before.

The world said that the delta, riddled with hidden reefs and perilous shoals, was the most mysterious and dangerous region on earth. Yet adventurers with exploratory spirits who feared no obstacles were everywhere.

That afternoon in the villa, the woman had said those two medicines were good things that could make people have beautiful dreams.

Chi Yumo hadn’t believed it then, but at this moment, she did.

Taking the medicine before entering the dream was one adventure. Exploring the delta in the darkness after falling asleep was another.

That night, Shi Youwan wept with joy.

Though they ultimately failed to complete the more difficult temporary mark, her drought-stricken body, long parched, experienced bliss under the gentle drizzle, enveloped in the scent of coconut.

Several times, she thought Chi Yumo’s reactions were signs of waking. Her fingers moved, her lips kissed back, kisses that made Shi Youwan lose herself in the fog. She softly called “Xiao Mo” again and again, hooking Chi Yumo’s hair between her fingers to find solace.

Only later, when the Alpha’s gland teeth remained uncoordinated, did she realize. Perhaps the actions of the Alpha in her sleep were more like muscle memory, an instinctive possession of her.

Whether dream or wakefulness.

As long as Xiao Mo still reacted to her, responded to her, it was all good.

When the breathing of the person in her arms grew long and steady, Shi Youwan lifted her face from the soft pillow. She supported Chi Yumo’s head with her right hand and pressed her left on Chi Yumo’s shoulder, borrowing some strength to pull back.

Where her teeth grazed, a slight pain accompanied by an itchy sensation fluttered down like falling feathers.

She couldn’t pull Chi Yumo away and feared waking her, so she adjusted the pillow under Chi Yumo’s current position.

Fortunately, the bed was large enough for the tall, long-limbed Alpha to sleep horizontally or vertically.

After creating some distance from the upper body, Shi Youwan grasped the Alpha’s right wrist, reluctantly caressing the vivid red Other Shore Flower Tattoo. She had touched it that night at the charity gala; the scar was still there.

It was just invisible at first glance.

She and Xiao Mo were not twin lotuses, nor conjoined twins. No matter how tightly entwined, they would eventually separate.

After the grand dream ended, it was her solitary awakening.

She kissed the Alpha’s forehead, disentangled their intertwined fingers, and supported her sore, soft body as she walked into the bathroom.

She put on a shower cap and turned on the shower. The pattering water poured over her body, washing away the fragrant sweat, the decadence, and the fatigue—but not the trace of Alpha pheromones absorbed into her glands.

After rinsing off, she meticulously wiped down the Alpha, straightened her bathrobe, and lay embracing her. The passion hadn’t fully subsided yet; holding her beloved girl like this could last through the night.

The night was still long, but Shi Youwan felt no sleepiness. She… couldn’t bear to sleep. She feared that when she opened her eyes in the morning, Chi Yumo would look at her with disdain or anger. So she stayed awake, holding Chi Yumo until dawn.

At six in the morning, Shi Youwan got out of bed, injected herself with an inhibitor, applied makeup to cover the dark circles under her eyes, changed clothes, and sat by the bed waiting for Chi Yumo to wake.

It was the 21st today. Shen Muxi had said Mo Yu had a rehearsal.

Mo Yu.

Shi Youwan murmured the pleasant yet disliked name.

Xiao Mo, couldn’t you just not be “Mo Yu”?

At 7:15, Chi Yumo, who had slept until she naturally woke, opened her eyes to see Shi Youwan’s profile as she lay on the edge of the bed.

It was like being drunk and blacking out. She vaguely remembered being carried out of the villa by Zhang Kai the previous afternoon and into the car. And in the car was Shi Youwan.

She remembered nothing after that.

The bed was very soft, softer than the one in her apartment. The bed carried Shi Youwan’s body scent, as did the pillow and quilt.

Undoubtedly, this was Shi Youwan’s room. But this woman had let her sleep in her own bed while she spent the whole night slumped by the bedside?

Chi Yumo wanted to get up. As she lifted her right hand, she felt her wrist lacked strength.

Had she slept too long and compressed it?

She used her left hand to lift the quilt instead. Looking down, the white bathrobe’s collar gaped open, exposing half of her left breast’s curve.

Then she remembered something, and her face and ears heated rapidly.

She rolled to the right, her hot cheeks buried under the quilt as she straightened the bathrobe and tied the belt tightly.

“Xiao Mo, you’re awake?” Shi Youwan’s slightly hoarse voice came from behind. “Does your body feel uncomfortable anywhere? Is your head dizzy?”

She asked several questions, but received no answer.

Kneeling on the carpet, Shi Youwan quickly changed her tone. “You got soaked in the rain for so long yesterday; you must feel a bit off. I’ll have Qiao Ke bring medicine to prevent a cold.”

Unknowingly, she had fallen asleep slumped by the bed.

Shi Youwan’s legs had gone numb and she couldn’t move. She leaned back against the bed, picked up her phone from the nightstand, and called Qiao Ke.

“Hello, President Shi?”

“Bring medicine, breakfast, and clothes.”

“Got it, President Shi.”

Chi Yumo steadied her mind, pinched her ears to cool them, and accepted the reality of being naked under the bathrobe.

It wasn’t as if Shi Youwan hadn’t seen her before.

Seen was seen; it wouldn’t cost her any flesh.

Being “served” a bath and bed by the great President Shi was her supreme honor.

After sitting up, Chi Yumo turned on the bedside lamp.

What entered her view were two neat rows of small bottles on the nightstand—twelve in total, filled with milky white liquid, with English words on the labels and a picture of a coconut.

When did Shi Youwan start drinking beverages?

And… coconut milk?

Why coconut milk? Could it be related to her coconut-scented pheromones? Over a year later, had Shi Youwan still not quit them, not found a new pheromone substitute?

But that was Shi Youwan’s business. What did it have to do with her anymore?

Setting aside her doubts, Chi Yumo got out of bed on the window side, pulled back half the curtains, and overlooked Lingjiang City from the 42nd floor.

She had been in Lingjiang for three months; this was the highest she had stood in Lingjiang City. No, the second time. Last time, she hadn’t looked at the view.

It seemed that the highest points she reached in every city she visited were all given by Shi Youwan. Shi Youwan was born at the pinnacle and always stood at the peak.

And her?

At best, she was a person chosen by fate for trials.

At worst, the ill-fated lone star from novels.

“Xiao Mo.”

Chi Yumo turned back and saw Shi Youwan already standing by the bed. Dressed impeccably, shirt buttoned to the top.

For a long time, they gazed at each other in silence.

The silence was broken by Qiao Ke’s knock.

“I had Qiao Ke wash your two outfits last night; I’ll get them for you to change into.”

Shi Youwan opened the door, took two shopping bags from Qiao Ke, and returned to the bedroom. “Go wash up and change. Then come out for medicine and breakfast.”

The coconut milk beverages on the nightstand were so conspicuous; Xiao Mo must have seen them.

But she had nothing to hide. She wanted Xiao Mo to feel her love in every detail of her life.

Chi Yumo expressionlessly took the clothes into the bathroom.

While changing, she specially checked her neck and chest—no marks. She had overthought it.

In the past, when they were lovers, the times Shi Youwan left marks on her body could be counted on one hand. Now, with no ties between them, how could Shi Youwan do something so outrageous and improper?

The dream… was just a dream.

It couldn’t be taken as real.

Chi Yumo changed into the gray hoodie sportswear set; the underwear, pants, shoes, and socks were all new.

In the past, with her long straight hair, she used to tie it in a ponytail because she moved around a lot.