The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 46

Chapter 46:

Her hand was swung like a swing, her eyes looking at her with a moist gaze. It was just a simple wish to be pulled up.

Mu Sixue gently squeezed Yan Qinghe’s hand. Should she grant her wish?

A positive, excited voice came from her mind.

[Fulfill the world’s child’s wish to hold hands, wish fulfillment plus one point.]

Yan Qinghe’s outstretched hand, the moment it was held by Mu Sixue, was still for a few seconds, then was only held loosely.

It was like a dull, silent rejection.

She was disappointed for a moment. Indeed… had her previous words made her senior feel that she was too forward and unhappy?

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, unexpectedly, Mu Sixue really did try to pull her up, and their forces collided.

An alpha’s strength was still greater. In the pull and retreat, the moment she turned, Mu Sixue fell on top of her. She was half-lying on the bed, and the soft bed sank.

Soft and boneless, a slender waist. Yan Qinghe’s breath paused. Besides kissing, she had never been this close to Mu Sixue.

A small wish had been granted. Her heart was warm, and a small spark flickered.

Their distance was a little further than a kiss, a little closer than a hug. So close that if she blinked, she would touch the woman’s long, curled eyelashes. Her hand slid down her slender back, and she gentlemanly let it fall to her sides.

She swallowed. “Senior…”

Her senior was in her arms. She felt as if she were holding a snow mountain white lotus. Her skin was as clear as jade, her body was cool and soft, and even her breath was the faint fragrance of a clear lotus.

She finally smelled this familiar scent. Like a pilgrim, she greedily didn’t want to let go of her clean and elegant goddess.

Her soul seemed to be purified by this pure fragrance. Her thin white clothes were gradually drying, but her thoughts were becoming moist.

Yan Qinghe, as if possessed, said, “Senior, you smell so good.”

The skin of her neck, where her nose touched, the slender and beautiful curve of a swan’s neck. She murmured as if in a dream, “Like a white lotus, like a clear spring. Senior, I love your scent.”

The softness between the two of them rose and fell with her words and her light breathing.

A pure and sincere compliment, like a feather, slowly fell on Mu Sixue’s heart.

A direct “confession,” unexpected and most deadly.

It stirred, it teased, it told… Mu Sixue herself from her own clear scent.

Besides betas, only alphas and omegas had their own exclusive pheromone scent.

Snow mountain and white lotus mixed with a clear spring was Mu Sixue’s pheromone scent. Yan Qinghe didn’t know and just thought it was her body fragrance.

This was the first time someone had told her about her pheromone scent, and what was worse, she had actually released her pheromones in front of an alpha and was being praised for it.

It was known that alphas would not reject the pheromone scent of two types of genders: omegas and alphas of a lower level than themselves. When they encountered an alpha of the same or a higher level, their glands would have a rejection reaction.

Whether it was AA, OO, or AO, discussing one’s own pheromones was a very sensitive topic, unless it was a test in a nightclub, a call for a one-night stand, or a suggestive confession between two people who had feelings for each other.

If the confession was accepted, the next step was usually to go to bed.

Because it involved “sex,” AOs, outside of their private domain, usually stuck their inhibitor patches on firmly to prevent them from leaking out.

Even so, it was common for low-level omegas to be easily aroused by high-level alphas. It also happened between AOs of the same level, but not often, unless they liked each other.

AOs were extremely careful about the release of their own pheromone scent.

If someone pointed it out and praised the scent, it was no different from telling the other person—

I like you. Do you like me too? Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to smell you.

All these realizations made Mu Sixue desperately want to press the invisible inhibitor patch on the back of her neck to see if it was secure.

Even though she was lying on top of her, this alpha’s pheromones were still calm.

Mu Sixue rarely smelled Yan Qinghe’s pheromones.

When they had kissed, she would calmly and coolly remind her to open her lips. At that time, Yan Qinghe had a hint of an alpha’s dominance. She had held her face, and under her guidance, her tongue had danced.

She was as skilled as a seasoned arsonist and AO hunter who had kissed countless times.

Why could Summer smell her scent? A rare blush crept up her cool, dust-free cheeks, extremely light and faint, and was quickly dispelled by her annoyance.

The key question was—

She had actually—been aroused by this alpha to the point of leaking a few strands of her pheromones?

Disbelief and shame turned into a frosty glint in her eyes. She pushed off Yan Qinghe’s shoulders and was about to get up.

Suddenly, a mechanical, well-meaning voice appeared in her mind.

[Answering the host’s question, this is the second time you have been aroused to the point of pheromone leakage. This time, the leakage rate is fifteen percent.]

Mu Sixue bit her lip. There were two previous times?

[The first time was at your home, on your bed, with a pheromone leakage rate of ten percent. The second time was in this office, on the world’s child’s bed, with a leakage rate increase of five percent.]

Mu Sixue: [Hmm?]

[The reason, from the two heart rate fluctuations, is that your heart rate acceleration was…]

Mu Sixue: [Shut up.]

The system was silent for a moment, as quiet as a chicken.

Yan Qinghe moved her arm, a little uncomfortable. Would it be bad if she took the initiative to push her senior away, or should she wait for her senior to get off her on her own?

She shifted her gaze, and her eyes were drawn to Mu Sixue’s beautiful, rosy lips.

She wanted to become the best pen, to trace the well-defined lines of her lips again. But she couldn’t, she couldn’t be like this…

Finally, for the fourth time, under the bewitchment of the fragrance and the red lips, in the intimacy of holding hands and being close, Yan Qinghe heard her own, increasingly loud heartbeat.

In this position, all she had to do was lower her head a little, and Mu Sixue would tilt her chin up, and they could kiss.

The voice in her brain also seemed to have lost control, clamoring for the desire in her blood.

Although she had been kissed by Mu Sixue at her house, it was just a light touch, like a dream.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

Just as Mu Sixue was about to get up, the system, like a radar, was just short of flashing a red light, a double flash to remind her—

[Host, host, the world’s child is very fragile right now. Hurry up and kiss her. She wants you to kiss her chin, the tip of her nose, her forehead, and then kiss her mouth hard, kiss her until she faints!]

Yan Qinghe didn’t know that the system had reported her fleeting desire, naked and verbatim, to Mu Sixue.

Mu Sixue: …

[If you successfully fulfill the world’s child’s wish this time, the wish fulfillment will reach 10 points, which is ten times that of holding hands, ten times!]

The system was just short of becoming a pyramid scheme master, repeatedly reminding her until its “mouth was dry,” but Mu Sixue didn’t respond.

Mu Sixue took a light breath and gave Yan Qinghe a cold glance, this alpha who was so good at pretending to be well-behaved.

Her two hands were not around her, and she had turned her face to the side. Her pheromones were quiet, as if she were the most upright gentlemanly alpha in the world.

But what was with this hesitant, paralyzed, and motionless posture on the bed, giving her the illusion that she was waiting for her favor?

A person has eighty-four thousand thoughts a day, like the film of a movie, light and dark, good and evil, all sorts of things. The system had frozen on the one thought that Yan Qinghe desired and expected the most.

It had turned the film into a voice and played it for Mu Sixue.

If Yan Qinghe were to find out later that the fleeting thought in her mind, which she hadn’t thought much about, had been amplified and repeatedly played in Mu Sixue’s ear, who knows what she would think.

At this moment, this alpha’s thin lips were slightly pursed, her eyelashes trembling, pure and clear.

Mu Sixue’s fingers moved slightly. Perhaps the silver ring was making her a little embarrassed. Like a cool breeze, she coldly got off Yan Qinghe.

Again and again. If it were before, she might have closed her eyes, like on her bed at home, and just had a light taste, as if kissing a feather.

But, she actually wanted her to kiss her hard. In her dreams.

She was just short of pointing a finger at Yan Qinghe’s forehead, and the moment she got up, she really did.

“Little rascal.”

Perhaps because it was the first time she had refused Yan Qinghe’s wish, that night, Mu Sixue had a strange dream.

Ever since she had come into contact with the system, she would occasionally have prophetic dreams. Once, she had dreamed that she had lost a piece of jewelry given to her by a relative. In the dream, she couldn’t find it no matter how hard she looked. A few months later, she really did lose it.

Some dreams were a clear premonition, while others were a reverse prophecy. The latter rarely appeared. She had asked the system, but the system had been evasive, as if it couldn’t explain.

That night, she dreamed that she was walking on a long road with a girl. The two of them were sharing an umbrella. She was holding her arm, and the girl turned around and asked her seriously if she was cold.

Seeing her nod, that person’s pretty brows furrowed, her eyes full of heartache, her dark pupils as if holding a thousand words.

“Then please, my most noble Miss Sixue, come a little closer to me, okay?” that person’s words were teasing, but her posture was extremely serious. Her eyes curved as she held out her arms, waiting for her to approach.

She hesitantly opened her hands, but before she could get close, she was suddenly pulled into an embrace, her lips brushing against her cheek. Then, her hands were held in her palms and tucked into the pocket of her black trench coat.

She dreamed that the girl’s brows curved, and she lowered her head and smiled at her, her beautiful eyes slightly upturned. In the dream, she couldn’t see her face clearly.

Her heart was rarely moved, as if she had met her first love. In her memory, there had once been a beta girl who was as warm as the person beside her.

Just as she was puzzled by this, the girl intimately sniffed her neck. “Miss Sixue, do you smell my pheromones?”

Ah, not her first love, but an alpha?

The wind was cold on her face. Mu Sixue pulled her hand away.

The girl hugged her from behind, her eyes serious, and confessed to her, “Sixue, I like you.”

“I told myself that on the first snow of this winter, if you were still by my side, I would confess to you.”

She turned around and saw that person’s face clearly. Her heart skipped a beat. It was actually Summer, Yan Qinghe.

From then on, warmth descended, as bright as a summer day. She dreamed that she had walked through the snowy winter, had hidden from the cold rain, but she couldn’t hide from her summer.

Mu Sixue woke up, her chest as if a flower had bloomed. But the color of the flower was pale, like the snow in her dream. Her eyes were filled with doubt. What did this dream foretell?

Was Yan Qinghe going to confess to her?

“How could I possibly confess to Senior?” Yan Qinghe raised an eyebrow and said righteously to Zhang Siyu in the video call.

“Why not? So what if you don’t know if she likes you? At least you like her, right? If you like someone, you should pursue them!” Zhang Siyu encouraged.

Yan Qinghe made up an excuse. “If you like someone, you should pursue them? Yes, I have a good impression of Mu Sixue, but liking someone doesn’t necessarily mean you have to have them, right?”

In her past life, she had been too attached to Ji Qianqian, her possessiveness too strong, and her deep love had not been long-lived.

“Do you have to be sure that someone likes you before you have the confidence?” Zhang Siyu suddenly saw through her outward strength and inner weakness.

“Not really,” Yan Qinghe said, lowering her eyes and falling silent.

Yesterday, Su Fang had hinted to her that Mu Sixue’s background might be extraordinary, not something their circle could reach.

Putting aside her family background, Mu Sixue’s knowledge, conversation, management skills, and investment methods were all impressive and stunning.

She was brilliant in her career, yet she could still maintain her integrity in her private life, never having been with anyone…

And in this new life, whether it was her past relationship with Ji Qianqian, the countless pheromonal ties, or her scarred heart, she was not suitable to enter into a relationship again, let alone pursue someone.

She was not a match for her. To be precise, she was not worthy of Mu Sixue. She couldn’t get involved with her, only to have Mu Sixue realize that she was not a good person.

She didn’t want Mu Sixue to find out, after they were together, that she only had the English name “Summer,” but her bones were filled with cold and dark memories.

She was the chairwoman of the Yan Corporation, the youngest leader of the four great families, with a title of being brave and forward-looking, but her personality was to escape love, fear love, and not dare to pursue love.

Although her heart had beaten for Mu Sixue, after a few tests, without enough confidence, in the face of both internal and external realities, she had lost the courage and confidence to pursue her.

She didn’t want Mu Sixue’s reproachful “little rascal” of today to one day become a real “rascal,” hurting the other.

It was enough that Mu Sixue cared for her, treated her as a younger sister, as a friend. The few kisses that were more than friendship were a feedback of a slight heart-flutter, and that was enough.

She had already received enough warmth from her. With this understanding, after sorting out their ambiguous relationship, Yan Qinghe had a dreamless and very good night’s sleep.

If it continued like this, she might have good dreams for a week. Unfortunately, the arrival of an unexpected guest had stirred up this quiet pool of water and had also completely stirred up Yan Qinghe’s heart.