The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 23

Chapter 23:

The fingertips, linked with her little finger, moved to the palm of her hand, like a kitten’s paw, weakly and gently scratching.

“Don’t go, and don’t go to the hospital.”

When people are sick, their tone of voice can be a bit like a child’s, with a hint of coquettishness.

The tickling sensation spread from her palm to the tip of her heart. Yan Qinghe quickly pulled her hand away, her hands in fists, enveloping the woman’s mischievous, slender fingers. She knelt down and coaxed in a soft voice, “Senior, can you change your clothes first?”

Mu Sixue’s clothes were damp. With a fever on top of that, the situation was worrying. She helped Mu Sixue up. The woman’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy. She pointed to the wardrobe. “I want that one.”

Yan Qinghe searched and searched, but Mu Sixue, with her eyes half-closed, shook her head and rejected them all.

The woman’s hot face was pressed against her arm. Yan Qinghe pointed to one. If it was wrong, Mu Sixue would gently rub her arm to indicate it was wrong.

Heaven have mercy, her own body was still wet. She finally managed to pull her hand away and found a white, loose-fitting t-shirt. Only then did Mu Sixue let her go. “Summer should change first.”

As she spoke, she pointed her finger, moving from her collarbone down to her chest. “Summer’s… here, there… it’s all wet.”

Her tone sounded a little concerned, but due to the fever, her words were a bit jumbled.

Yan Qinghe’s heart warmed. Her senior was worried about her first.

Before long, a pair of denim shorts also slid down from the wardrobe, along with a disposable underwear.

Yan Qinghe was worried about Mu Sixue. Seeing the room grow dark with the patter of rain outside, and with Mu Sixue in a daze, she simply turned her back to her, crossed her hands at the hem of her shirt, and took it off.

Yan Qinghe had a good figure, without an ounce of excess fat, tall and healthy. Even with the light behind her, her wheat-milk-colored skin was visible, her curves firm. The pretty face of an omega and the tall, slender figure of an alpha were perfectly combined in her 22-year-old youthful appearance.

Contradictory and devastatingly charming.

It had to be said, in terms of appearance and figure, Yan Qinghe was truly one in a million.

She changed clothes very quickly. When she turned around, Yan Qinghe’s ears flushed. In the darkness, Mu Sixue had, at some point, opened her shimmering, watery eyes and was staring straight at her.

“Senior…” Yan Qinghe’s lips trembled. She turned around and pulled the curtains shut. Her back felt as if it were burning from being stared at. She pulled down the hem of her shirt, trying to cover her waist, and awkwardly changed the subject. “Does Senior want to change?”

The rain pattered against the transparent window, forming long, thin streams. The sound of thunder came from far to near, gradually fading. The drumming in Yan Qinghe’s heart grew louder. The two sounds merged.

The t-shirt was the right width, but it was too short, hanging just above her navel, revealing her firm abs.

The denim shorts were a good length, but they were too tight in the front and back, squeezing her uncomfortably.

After pulling the curtains, Yan Qinghe turned to Mu Sixue and knelt down in front of the woman’s bed. Her lips let out a soft hiss, afraid of hearing the sound of tearing fabric.

A little awkward.

As she had walked towards the bed, Mu Sixue’s gaze had discreetly traced from her ankles to her waist, taking in the sight. Perhaps the fever was too high, because she felt the heat spread from her forehead to her cheeks.

Yan Qinghe’s long, slender legs under the hip-hugging denim shorts were as straight and smooth as an omega’s. Mu Sixue turned her face away and coughed lightly. “Help me to the washroom.”

She casually grabbed a bathrobe and closed the washroom door with a thud. The sound of water from the bathroom and the sound of rain from outside mingled. Yan Qinghe turned on the bedside lamp. The orange-yellow light filled the room with warmth.

She had wanted to walk around and look at the room, but thinking of the clothes that were on the verge of splitting, she decided against it. She glanced at Mu Sixue’s bedsheet, which was damp with river water, and bent down to pull it off. She rummaged in the wardrobe and thoughtfully replaced it with a new one.

She glanced at the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of cotton trousers and a pair of loose-fitting underwear. Mm, they both looked quite loose.

Yan Qinghe’s heart stirred. She bit her lip. It seemed the bathroom door wouldn’t be opening anytime soon. She lifted one leg and pulled down her denim shorts, then the underwear underneath.

The t-shirt on her upper body was just hanging there. As she was about to pull on the clothes below, completely naked, the bathroom door creaked open.

Yan Qinghe’s heart tightened, and a ringing sound filled her ears. Mu Sixue, in a bathrobe, her dark hair in a bun, her pale hand half-covering her red lips, and Yan Qinghe’s trembling pupils, stared at each other.

From her lower body to her waist, she was seen completely. Yan Qinghe couldn’t even cover herself in time. She was about to let out a surprised “ah” and nearly fell onto Mu Sixue’s bed.

And as if her “wish” had been granted, her foot accidentally stepped on her trousers, and she fell backward, her perky bottom landing on Mu Sixue’s clean, large bed.

With a thud, the door was closed again. From the washroom, a few stumbling steps could be heard.

Yan Qinghe hid her embarrassment and hurriedly put on the trousers. Ignoring the shock she had just received, she knocked on the bathroom door. “Senior, what’s wrong?”

“Senior, are you okay?”

After a long while, a faint, forcedly calm voice came from inside. “I’m fine.”

Only then did Yan Qinghe relax. Just as she was about to leave, the rain grew heavier, pouring down and drumming against the window. With a loud clap of thunder, the power went out!

The orange-yellow room was instantly plunged into darkness. Qinghe opened the window and realized it was around seven or eight o’clock; the night had already fallen.

She took a step, wanting to find the backup power supply and turn on the electronic butler to restore light to the room first.

However, from the bathroom came the sound of slipping, followed by a weak voice, tinged with a hint of embarrassment and shame. “Summer, can you come in?”