The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 25

Chapter 25

After the rain, the long night, the moist particles trembling in the air were blocked by the floor-to-ceiling transparent windows and gauze curtains. A silent fan quietly circulated the air, filling the room with freshness.

Turning off the bright, landscape-illuminating lights, Yan Qinghe switched on the two warm lamps on Mu Sixue’s bedside table. She looked down at Mu Sixue and secretly gathered her courage. Tonight, Senior is a patient. I have to take good care of her.

Recalling the moment the power came back on, the two of them had locked eyes. Before more panic and astonishment could set in, Mu Sixue had turned around as gracefully as a ballet dancer, draping a bath towel around herself with a flowing, elegant movement.

If it weren’t for the slight blush at the base of her ears, which added a touch of humanity, one would have thought she was a fairy dressing after a bath. Unfortunately, Yan Qinghe didn’t notice this. She only thought Mu Sixue was remarkably calm, while she herself was as flustered as a drenched chicken, a stark contrast.

Suppressing a look that was neither reproachful nor not, Mu Sixue lowered her brows, her voice clear and self-possessed as she spoke. “Does Summer want to change in the bathroom, or should I?”

The fleeting, stunning glimpse in her mind made Yan Qinghe’s face as red as a steamed shrimp. A few minutes ago, her back had been thoroughly seen by Mu Sixue, and now, her front had also been breached.

Three hundred and sixty degrees, every aspect. She hastily covered her waist with one hand and pulled up the bath towel to cover herself with the other. Her hands trembled, and the towel almost slipped off.

She had made a complete fool of herself. Mu Sixue’s ankle was still injured. Yan Qinghe consciously said, “Senior, I’ll go, I’ll go.”

“You… you… just sit tight. I’ll check your foot injury later.”

She tended to become a broken record when she was nervous.

When one person’s form of address for another suddenly becomes honorific, it’s either because they’re asking for a favor or because they feel guilty.

Clearly, Yan Qinghe was not in the former category.

Before entering the washroom, she had wanted to turn her head and explain to Mu Sixue: Senior, actually, when the power came back on, I didn’t really see anything specific…

Except for—the luster of a graceful, curved body, two perky red dots, and the mystery of a bikini line.

Damn it, it seemed she had seen everything after all. Now, facing the simply dressed, languid and delicate Mu Sixue, her lips trembled, and she really couldn’t bring herself to say it.

She began to hate her memory, which had become increasingly photographic since her rebirth.

She wanted to cover her X-ray eyes. For a moment, she could automatically picture the exquisite scenery beneath the clothes.

She couldn’t bring herself to blame Mu Sixue, to blame her for being too beautiful.

For the first time in her life, she had seen the naked body of someone other than Ji Qianqian, and a beautiful, mature woman at that.

Since her rebirth, she had begun to realize that she was a normal alpha. She wasn’t Yan Qing, who practiced the Way of Severing Emotions, who could be celibate for a hundred years and see desire as nothing.

But even Yan Qing had fallen into the river of love with her Little Aunt, willing to give up returning to the cultivation world to be with her forever.

Just like her, who had fallen in love with Ji Qianqian at first sight. In her past life, with Qianqian’s initiative, she had joyfully explored every secret part of her body.

The more she took, the more she was immersed. In every heat period after her rebirth, she was filled with self-loathing, spending it in a state of extreme longing for Qianqian.

Her mind rejected Qianqian. But her body, during her heat, craved her from the very marrow of her bones.

She had once hated this powerless self, controlled by desire.

She had even considered a one-night stand to break her dependence on Ji Qianqian. But the moment she got the room key, the moment the other person’s clothes were only half off, she suddenly felt it was tasteless. She apologized repeatedly, paid for the room, and hurried away.

She had once thought that she would only be unable to forget Ji Qianqian’s body.

But as she changed her clothes, her mind was full of Mu Sixue.

She wasn’t in heat. There was no desire, only a calm mind filled with astonishment, a refreshed understanding—

So, besides Qianqian, there was someone just as beautiful, her equal in every way, not at all inferior to Qianqian.

So, even if not an omega, a beta could be so devastatingly beautiful.

This person was the great beauty Mu Sixue, the belle of UE, the newly risen goddess of H City’s business circle. She was her senior.

Even if she was a beta.
Fortunately, she wasn’t an omega.

An alpha and a beta, with no pheromonal attraction, it seemed to be nothing. Especially since this beta had repeatedly emphasized her lack of interest in alphas.

That’s right, Mu Sixue didn’t like her. Although she had helped her many times, it was based on the friendship of a senior to a junior.

Mu Sixue wasn’t an omega either. As she pulled on the white collared shirt, she shook the graceful figure from her mind, telling herself again that she didn’t need to be so awkward.

Compared to the traditional AO pairing, AB pairings were rare. Coincidentally, she wasn’t interested in betas, and in this life… she had little energy for love.

***

Silence was Mu Sixue tonight.

After Yan Qinghe left the bedroom, Mu Sixue’s eyes flickered. Her temples throbbed, probably because of the fever. The fingertips that had touched something were a little stiff in the air, moving like a startled bird.

Her sprained ankle made her walk back to the bed a little slow. She pursed her lips, took off the silver ring from her middle finger, and sat on the bed. In a daze, she picked up the silver ring again and held it up to the light. The polished surface of the ring, with its sapphire-blue markings, was like an electronic thermometer, stuck at a few degrees below zero.

A faint, inaudible sigh escaped her. It wasn’t strange to have another person in the house. Usually, it was just the two of them. Agnes wasn’t home today; she should be back tomorrow.

Her head ached again. The bath hadn’t helped, and the constant power outages seemed to have worsened her fever.

Yan Qinghe changed her clothes and, following Mu Sixue’s directions, found the home medical kit. She found a few boxes of common cold medicine. Under the pile of medicines, there were neat stacks of small white bottles. After a search, Yan Qinghe’s breath caught. Why were there so many medicines for congenital heart disease?

She pushed aside her questions and focused on Mu Sixue’s cold, grabbing a bottle of safflower oil.

She tested the water temperature and helped Mu Sixue take her medicine. After the bath, Mu Sixue seemed to be overcome by the heat, and her consciousness became hazy again.

Yan Qinghe touched Mu Sixue’s forehead. It was still a little hot. She wrung out a wet white towel and used it to physically cool Mu Sixue down.

The water she fed to Mu Sixue’s lips was neither hot nor cold, just the right temperature. She had called her private doctor earlier and, following his advice, had chosen the appropriate medication to get through the night. If she still had a fever tomorrow, she would take Mu Sixue to the hospital.

Tonight, Mu Sixue was particularly well-behaved. No matter what medicine Yan Qinghe brought to her lips, she would bury her head in her hand and obediently take it.

One of the pills had to be chewed and swallowed, and it was particularly bitter.

Yan Qinghe held the medicine in one hand and a preserved fruit in the other. Mu Sixue didn’t even frown, taking the bitter medicine without a change in expression. Anyone who didn’t know would have thought she was eating candy.

“Does Senior need a preserved fruit?” When Qianqian was sick, she was most afraid of bitter medicine. Yan Qinghe would prepare preserved fruits in advance and, after Qianqian had taken her medicine, would promptly bring them to her lips to wash away the bitter taste.

But Mu Sixue said lightly, “No need.”

Yan Qinghe: “This is very bitter.”

Mu Sixue looked up at Yan Qinghe, wanted to say something but stopped, her eyelashes fluttering softly. “Thank you.”

Some say that if a person has suffered a lot, a little bit of sugar will feel very sweet. But for Mu Sixue, she didn’t need to cover the existing bitterness with sweetness. Even if she ate sugar once, she would crave the taste. It was better not to eat it at all, so as to cut off any future thoughts.

It wasn’t every time that she was so lucky to have someone hand her a piece of candy after suffering.

But in the end, she didn’t accept Yan Qinghe’s preserved fruit.

Yan Qinghe put down the medicine and the cup. “Then I’ll rub your foot.” Otherwise, it would be more swollen tomorrow.

Mu Sixue didn’t say anything. Yan Qinghe thought her senior would refuse her, until a pretty, jade-like foot peeked out from under the covers, like a little white rabbit sneaking out of its burrow, not wanting to be found.

Yan Qinghe secretly smiled at her own silly fantasy and took the initiative to place Mu Sixue’s foot on her thigh as she sat sideways on the bed.

Her movements were as gentle as the wind. Mu Sixue rested her palm on her forehead and turned her head to look at her, her gaze as if warmed by the wind, dazed and thoughtful, yet also as if immersed in her own thoughts. She was the picture of composure and grace, like a young lady raised in seclusion.

Yan Qinghe lowered her eyes. In that case, am I… a bit like a maid? Maids usually have to kneel, but she was sitting on Mu Sixue’s bed. That didn’t count.

Her senior looked very calm, as expected of someone who was rumored to have had numerous relationships, passing through a field of flowers without a single petal clinging to her.

Her mind raced. She could feel Mu Sixue looking at her, so she had to focus her gaze on Mu Sixue’s foot. Perhaps the fan was running too slowly, because Yan Qinghe’s face began to feel a little hot.

With the covers half-pulled back, the pleasant scent of a clear mountain spring and white lotus wafted from Mu Sixue’s bed, clashing with the smell of safflower oil on her hands. Yan Qinghe’s nostrils flared. She focused her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart, her technique professional, kneading without stopping.

In her past life, Ji Qianqian had injured her foot from dancing once. Qianqian had been stubborn and didn’t want anyone to touch it, so she had rushed to learn massage techniques from a masseur.

She had thought she would never use them again, but who would have thought they would come in handy after all.

A beauty is truly beautiful everywhere, she sighed inwardly. Her senior’s foot was also very pretty, her toes lustrous, her ankle like warm jade. The touch of bruising was like a streak of blood on the surface of the jade. Yan Qinghe circled and touched, rubbing a few acupoints, from Zusanli to Yongquan, one hand supporting, the other’s knuckles scraping, three deep, one shallow.

“Mm… hmm~”

A soft sound came from under the covers.

Yan Qinghe quickly eased her grip and said anxiously, “Senior, did I hurt you?”

Mu Sixue had been about to fall asleep but was woken up by her technique. The heat shot from her forehead through her whole body to her foot.

It was suddenly a little unbearable, but Qinghe’s current gentle, willow-catkin-like teasing was even more unbearable.

“Summer, a little… harder.” A soft sigh, she wanted to bite the pillow, her fingers limp.

Yan Qinghe got the message. One scrape, two presses, three parts harder, a bit of a grind, no, a foot grind.

“Mmm, a little… lighter.” A sound as light as a mosquito.

Yan Qinghe was confused: was it lighter or harder?

The moment her fingers paused, before she could apply any force, the rabbit flew back into its burrow.

Yan Qinghe’s hand was empty. The moment she looked up, Mu Sixue’s eyes were like a pool of spring waves, her lips bitten, her gaze on her, wanting to say something but hesitating.

“Summer, aren’t you tired?”

Yan Qinghe let out a “Huh?” thinking Mu Sixue was too embarrassed to trouble her. She quickly said, “Senior, I’m not tired. This isn’t tiring.”

Mu Sixue looked at her eyes, which were even brighter and more alert in the night, and turned her face away, curling her toes. “But… I’m a little tired.”

Yan Qinghe: “Okay, then I’ll massage it for you again tomorrow.”

Mu Sixue: …

In the middle of the night, Mu Sixue’s fever didn’t seem to have subsided. Yan Qinghe touched her forehead. The temperature on her forehead was lower, but her face was flushed like a sunset, a little hot.

“Senior, shall I take you to the hospital?” Yan Qinghe pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, taking Mu Sixue’s hand from under the covers and asking her.

Mu Sixue: “I’m not going to the hospital.”

“But your fever is a bit serious now,” Yan Qinghe said, her heart tightening. “Or I can have my private doctor come over.”

The moment she said this, she suddenly felt her hand being grabbed by Mu Sixue. “No doctor either.”

“Just let me sleep for a while.” Her slightly fluttering eyelids were as fragile as a dancing butterfly.

She closed her eyes, as if falling into a quiet sleep. But Yan Qinghe became even more cautious, using a thermometer to record Mu Sixue’s temperature in real time.

Gradually, her attention was drawn to Mu Sixue’s hand. Mu Sixue’s hand was long, slender, and delicate. She remembered that Mu Sixue had a habit of gently rubbing the silver ring on her left middle finger with her thumb, and occasionally bending her ring finger back towards the back of her hand.

Once, she had asked Mu Sixue the meaning of this gesture. Mu Sixue had smiled lightly, closed her fingers, and said that her ring finger was naturally a little droopy, and it looked better when it was bent back a little.

And Mu Sixue didn’t just package her beauty down to every finger.

Yan Qinghe remembered that when she was still in university, she had offered to buy Mu Sixue milk tea, but was refused. She wouldn’t even eat the candy she was given, saying it would make her fat.

She sometimes wondered if Mu Sixue, who was already so beautiful, was being too harsh on herself with such strong self-discipline regarding her appearance.

But she had to admit, this pair of beautiful, pale hands, from the skin tone to the length of the well-defined knuckles, every inch and every millimeter was to her aesthetic liking. And when compared to a pair of hands buried in her mind, they were extremely similar.

Yan Qinghe was a little dazed. She couldn’t help but pick up Mu Sixue’s hand, her fingers touching hers, then intertwining with hers, and finally returning to a posture of caring for her, holding her.

Her heart fermented into a soft fluff, a warm strength transmitted from Mu Sixue’s soft palm and delicate fingertips to her heart.

This hand had also helped her with so many things. It had brought her coffee and placed it by her desk, typed on the keyboard all night for her, and revised her thesis.

It had saved the drama club, holding a thin drumstick, freely and gracefully playing the drums.

It had also rested on her shoulder, gently encouraging her, patting her, giving her affirmation and expectation.

She lowered her face, and with a clear, grateful thought, she lifted Mu Sixue’s hand and pressed it to her cheek, slowly rubbing it.

“Senior, thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Mu Sixue’s fingertips paused. The silver ring on her middle finger scraped against the side of her finger. Yan Qinghe’s gaze paused, as if waking from a dream. A silver ring on the middle finger meant that one was in a relationship, in love.

She wanted to touch the silver ring, but accidentally touched Mu Sixue’s ring finger. A fragile voice, as if from a dream, “Don’t—”

Yan Qinghe’s heart trembled. She had never heard Mu Sixue sound so helpless.

“Senior, what’s wrong?”

Mu Sixue’s eyelashes trembled, as if she had woken up. Her voice was soft, yet it seemed she wasn’t fully awake. “Summer, is that you?”

“Senior, are you having a nightmare?” Yan Qinghe asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Mu Sixue shook her head, bit her lip, and looked a little wronged. She held out her hands to Yan Qinghe, opening her arms like a child. “Come a little closer to me, okay?”

Hold me.

Yan Qinghe sat up halfway. Before she could stand up straight, Mu Sixue had clung to her neck and pulled her to the side of the pillow. “Summer, am I dreaming?”

Tell me this is a dream.

Her senior must have just had a nightmare. Yan Qinghe couldn’t bear to interrupt her and went along with her. “Yes, Senior. This is a dream.”

“That’s good.” Mu Sixue smiled with her red lips. Her eyelashes lowered, then fluttered open, and she looked at her deeply. “Come closer to me.”

As she spoke, her long, slender fingers, with their soft fingertips, intentionally or unintentionally caressed her neck and the gland on it. Yan Qinghe’s heart skipped a beat. In a daze, she let herself be pulled towards her.

Perhaps it was the fever, perhaps it was just waking up from a earth-shattering dream. Mu Sixue’s cheeks were flushed. She pulled Yan Qinghe down to her side. “Summer, tell me, what do you want?”

Yan Qinghe felt a little uncomfortable. The bed was very large, and she wanted to keep some distance from Mu Sixue. She had just turned away when her cheek was touched by the woman’s fingertips.

“You don’t want anything?” A little helpless, a little impatient. “No wishes?”

Yan Qinghe suddenly felt as if Mu Sixue were in a dream about Aladdin’s lamp, transformed into the lamp, pulling her to grant her wishes.

She moved Mu Sixue’s fingertips away, tucked the covers around her, and said casually, “I want the stars in the sky. Can Senior grant that?”

She just wanted Mu Sixue to have a good night’s sleep. She had said something impossible.

But Mu Sixue only paused for a second before replying, “Okay.”

“It’s not impossible.”

Her eyelids fluttered, as if she were trying to think of a way. She thought hard, like a diligent student solving a calculus problem.

Yan Qinghe sat up halfway, leaning against the bed. Her senior must be delirious from the fever. Her mind raced. “I have a wish right now. I hope your cold gets better soon.”

Mu Sixue’s eyes flickered. “That’s a bit difficult.”

Yan Qinghe: “?”

“Then can Senior have a good night’s sleep?”

“No, I haven’t picked the stars from the sky for Summer yet,” Mu Sixue said stubbornly. Her beautiful face was covered in a layer of mist that Yan Qinghe couldn’t see through, yet she seemed extremely serious and determined.

Mu Sixue’s eyes seemed to be filled with drunkenness. At this moment, her eyes were full of her reflection.

But her thoughts were as distant as the moon in the sky, hiding behind a willow branch, making it impossible to tell if it was a full moon, a crescent moon, a waxing moon, or a waning moon.

She couldn’t figure out Mu Sixue, yet she felt that she was indeed very important to her. Yan Qinghe’s throat tightened. She held onto an indescribable apprehension and a hazy shyness.

She heard herself ask in a hypnotic voice, a question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, “Senior, do you like me?”

Don’t you have a girlfriend? Why are you… so good to me?

Mu Sixue was not stumped by her question, nor did she seem to understand it. “Summer, I’ll tell you a secret…”

The thin covers were opened. Yan Qinghe was enveloped in a warm, soft embrace. Mu Sixue’s hair was on her chin, tickling her.

She held her breath, half-hoping, half-fearing the final answer she would give.