The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 31

Chapter 31:

As the saying goes, a full stomach leads to lustful thoughts. Yan Qinghe, who had been abstinent for four years, finally found relief, and the result was—she entered a brief sage mode.

She lay sprawled on the king-size white bed, her tall body sinking into the soft mattress. She sniffed, the scent of White Rose pheromones…

It filled more than just the room.

The bed, the pillows, the covers… the air, every corner was filled with Ji Qianqian’s scent, dominating and filling the space completely.

A bitter smile. It was the scent of her former omega.

The scent she had once been so obsessed with and craved was now the scent she hated, fled from, and suffered from.

There was a time when, due to her dependence on Ji Qianqian’s pheromones, when ordinary inhibitors were about to fail, she had frantically sought other substitutes, such as white roses, white rose perfume, rose-flavored red wine…

The fate of these things was often to be used for a day, then thrown into the trash by the buyer the next.

Utterly disgusting.

They were just short-lived substitutes. Not to mention, she couldn’t even be bothered to touch the real thing.

But she was still pressed, kneaded, tempted, and touched—

She spread her arms, her fingertips touching the edge of the bed, like a light rain of wet marks, like melting snow.

Her expression changed slightly, from white to red, and her hand retracted as if burned.

She covered her eyes. The memories of the day’s release seeped through her fingers into her mind. Qianqian’s sheer black lace thong, which she had shyly taken off herself, her misty eyes looking at her wetly.

“Qinghe, please look into my eyes,” she had commanded her softly, yet also as if she were pleading.

Astonishment and amazement went hand in hand. She had turned her face to the side, hardening her heart and refusing to look at her.

“Do you really think I would feel disgusted?”

Ji Qianqian’s voice, full of twists and turns, seemed to be filled with endless sorrow and sincerity.

“You’re not willing to look at me. Is it because you don’t dare to, or do you think I’m very wanton like this?”

“Qinghe, you know. It’s always been only you, and I’ll only be like this in front of you.”

Hearing Qianqian say this, her heart had suddenly softened. The arrogant great Miss Ji of this life hadn’t hurt her countless times like in her past life.

Instead, she had transformed into her beloved Sister Qianqian, speaking words of honeyed sweetness.

It would be a lie to say she was unmoved. In a daze, Qianqian had lowered her head, and a rustling cool breeze had blown past.

She had blushed, hearing a gurgling sound. Under her bright eyes and red lips, that person had struggled to lift her chin, looking at her pitifully. With a crack, a string in her mind had snapped.

They hadn’t done anything for real, but she had been shamefully aroused by her, failing at the last moment.

Afterward, in the shower, she couldn’t forgive herself. But she also comforted herself. Ji Qianqian had just beckoned, and she had pounced. Not to mention this time, Qianqian was so…

Her body was fulfilled, but her mind was even emptier. In the review of Qianqian’s swallowing, there was physiological excitement and psychological despair.

At that time, she had wanted to question her loudly. If so, why was the audio of Ji Qianqian talking to others that she had received in her past life full of ridicule for her?

And more…

Her thoughts returned. Yan Qinghe slapped her face hard, ordering herself not to think about it anymore.

She hurriedly destroyed the evidence, ripped off the bedsheet, and threw it into the washing machine.

Mu Sixue’s clothes were also on the washing machine. She didn’t throw them in with the bedsheet. The white t-shirt, after she had worn it, was still very clean, like the first snow of winter.

The scent of a clear mountain spring was unique to Mu Sixue’s room. It was a pity that it was covered by her and Ji Qianqian’s scent.

Although her ten fingers were not stained with detergent, she was determined to wash it clean, to return it to its original purity.

Mu Sixue had washed her clothes. As she soaked the clothes in water and washed them, she had a strange sense of equal reciprocation—then she also had to wash Mu Sixue’s clothes!

She was an alpha, her senior was a beta. Even if they didn’t have to be so careful.
But to wash her clothes by hand…

She was only washing her outer clothes now, but what Mu Sixue had washed was her underwear and panties.

Yan Qinghe bit her lip. The heat on her face contrasted with the coldness of the clear water.

Her hands rubbed gently. An incredible sense of peace and a faint pleasure, along with the thumb-thick stream of water, continuously washed away her agitation.

After washing, she went to the wardrobe and opened it to find the clothes Mu Sixue had washed for her. In a daze, she always felt that her senior’s scent had also soaked into the clothes.

At first, she folded them into neat squares and put them in, one by one. But then she suddenly felt that the smell of mothballs in a certain part of the wardrobe would stain these clothes.

Hesitantly, she took them out.

Finally, she sat on the edge of the bed, spread out the clothes, and, from the seam to the center, buried her head deep inside.

She took a deep breath. The scent of a clear mountain spring, as if intertwined with the cool glance of that snow mountain goddess, purified her chaotic and tainted soul.

**

Driving, Mu Sixue rested her pale white fingers on the steering wheel. Before long, a video call request came through.

It was Yan Qinghe.

“Senior, I’ve washed your clothes. Can I return them to you another day?”

Mu Sixue looked at her pretty, inexplicably flushed face and curved her lips. “No need to be so troublesome. You can have them. They’re not expensive clothes. If you can’t wear them, you can throw them away.”

She looked at Qinghe with a meaningful gaze. Even after a shower, at the entrance of the Yan residence, she could still smell the faint scent of White Rose pheromones on her.

And the scent of Calamansi Lime on Ji Qianqian was even stronger.

Both of them had each other’s scent.

Yan Qinghe was a little surprised by Mu Sixue’s answer. She lowered her eyes and said softly but seriously, “I won’t just throw away Senior’s clothes.”

Turning off the video call, Mu Sixue let out a faint, inaudible sigh. She wouldn’t want clothes that someone else had worn.

She lightly tapped the silver ring on her finger. In the sunlight, the sapphire’s light was refracted into a beautiful halo.

The halo condensed into a video screen in front of the car. A message, without a face, popped up in electronic form.

[You don’t want someone else’s clothes, but you also don’t want clothes worn by someone you like?]

Mu Sixue’s expression was blank. “It’s none of your business.”

[You seem to be a little special to her,] the other replied.

Mu Sixue’s mind raced. If it were clothes worn by Yan Qinghe, would she also not want them?

Special, in this world, the most unique Yan Qinghe.

The gossip on the other end of the video call was far from over.

[So, you really washed Yan Qinghe’s clothes by hand?]

Mu Sixue drove steadily, glanced at the screen, and said lightly, “No.”

She had sent them to the dry cleaner’s.

[Oh? Then why did you reply to Ji Qianqian like that?] The question on the other side was not just a simple gossip inquiry; it was a direct hit at Mu Sixue.

Mu Sixue frowned. “Don’t you think it’s interesting?”

To give an interesting response to a boring trick, the moment Ji Qianqian’s face turned pale was really interesting.

The other side seemed to let out a sigh. [That’s not very nice.]

Mu Sixue let out a soft “oh,” noncommittal. Then, as if she had thought of something, her cool face was tinged with a mocking smile. “You can see if Yan Qinghe was very happy when she heard me say that.”

The other side paused for a few seconds. [I didn’t expect you to know her so well now.]

Mu Sixue: Hmm?

[She was very happy. Not only that, but she was also smiling happily and carefully washing your clothes.]

Mu Sixue’s pale jade-like fingers on the steering wheel paused, her knuckles white.

“It’s normal to return a favor,” she said after a moment’s pause, as if it were nothing.

[It’s clear that she really hopes, and is very willing, for you to respond to Ji Qianqian like that in that situation. I think she’s troubled by the fact that she has Ji Qianqian’s scent on her.]

Mu Sixue raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

[Because, she’s sitting on the bed, deeply and obsessively sniffing your clothes. Oh, the clothes you helped her wash.]

Mu Sixue: ?

[I guess she wants to use your scent to purify her body and mind.]

Mu Sixue: …

[Good job!] the other gave a concluding remark, just short of giving a thumbs up.

Mu Sixue wanted the other to shut up. “Goodbye!”

She agilely turned off the video call, but the voice in her mind wouldn’t go away, and her cheeks grew a little hot.

Yan Qinghe, she felt like the rumored devoted alpha. Could it be for her?

But that person was Summer, the Summer who always wanted to repay her kindness.

Even the fact that she had casually lied about helping her wash her clothes, she was determined to repay it in kind, by washing her clothes by hand.

The sensation of the massage on her foot was still there. Summer had looked up, observing her reaction, while controlling her strength, carefully rubbing her foot.

The warm porridge in the morning was unforgettable. With seven kinds of dishes, this alpha in an apron had brought the porridge to the most suitable temperature and served it to her.

And the hand that had gently touched her forehead every few hours at night, full of care.

So, every time she had helped Summer, it had been remembered, and when she was sick and weak, it had been repaid with such care.

She was Summer, and she was also Yan Qinghe. In this world, to her, the one and only Yan Qinghe.