The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 57

Chapter 57:

Hmph, how dare Mu Sixue ask her how she got hurt here?

She glanced at Mu Sixue’s black hip-hugging skirt and let out a long sigh, her brows furrowed with a hint of worry. “Yesterday, I was walking on the street when I was covered by a black-tailed hornet. It probably thought I was a flower to be picked.”

“Don’t underestimate this little bee. It’s definitely a master flower thief.”

Mu Sixue’s brows twitched. What kind of metaphor was this?

“It bit my neck for a while,” Yan Qinghe said, stretching her neck with a grievance. “Senior, look, wasn’t it almost bitten through?”

The alpha’s gland was almost on her nose. Mu Sixue’s heart skipped a beat, and her own neck grew a little hot.

“Oh? Is that so?” she said, feigning calmness.

“Isn’t it!” Yan Qinghe continued, her words full of accusation. “That black-tailed hornet is so beautiful, but it actually bit my mouth.”

The alpha’s pretty face, pouting, was right in front of Mu Sixue’s eyes.

“One moment it was on the left, the next it was on the right. As long as I opened my mouth, it would bite the inside of my mouth.”

Mu Sixue’s mind swayed. She looked away. The spot where she had bitten, the corner of the other’s lip was still a little swollen. It was so hot and glaring that she couldn’t look at it directly.

“Not just here, but also…”

“That black-tailed hornet that flits among the flowers also likes to fly down,” Yan Qinghe said righteously, speaking nonsense with a straight face.

Her finger, from top to bottom, was about to go down when Mu Sixue’s thin face grew flustered, amazed at Yan Qinghe’s thick skin.

This person, she wasn’t simple at all. If you cut her open, she was black inside. She even used metaphors to tease her.

“Okay, no need to say it,” Mu Sixue said, gritting her teeth. Summer was a master at acting cute. And it wasn’t just acting cute; her words were frank. She was blushing from her bold words and actions.

She quickly covered Yan Qinghe’s lips to stop her from continuing.

The more embarrassed Mu Sixue became, the brighter Yan Qinghe’s eyes grew. She was so tickled by Mu Sixue’s rare shy expression that it was as if a willow catkin were dancing in her heart.

Mu Sixue’s palm grew hot. Yan Qinghe’s mouth was covered by her, but her tongue, like a snake’s, stretched out and lightly licked her palm.

It was moist, like being licked by a persistent puppy.

As she licked, her eyes were burning, as hot as the June sun, as if they could see through her. Mu Sixue’s two pools of spring water were condensed into a hot heat, about to melt in her fiery gaze.

Where had she learned this trick? Or had someone treated Summer like this before?

So that’s why she was using it on her.

Mu Sixue thought of Ji Qianqian, of He Ziyu, and even… she suddenly had an inappropriate thought, and a strange sourness filled her heart, seeping out in waves. The waves were filled with the salt of the sea, and when they washed ashore, they condensed into salt crystals.

It was a taste both briny and astringent.

Summer was so innocent. How could she know these tricks?

Mu Sixue’s eyes were filled with a faint coldness. She unconsciously pressed Yan Qinghe’s lips tighter, forcing the restless tongue, the seductive charm, back to its original place.

She accidentally touched the corner of her lip.

Yan Qinghe let out a “mm,” and tears almost fell from the corners of her eyes. “Senior, you’re hurting me.”

“I need to wipe it.”

…

So how did it turn into this again?

She was sitting on the bed in Yan Qinghe’s rest room, and the alpha was pitifully resting her head on her lap, saying that this position was good for healing.

“Senior, my lips hurt. The pain has reached my brain.”

“Can you massage my head for me?” Yan Qinghe begged, rubbing her cheek against Mu Sixue’s leg.

Mu Sixue was helpless. She would just have to pay for her physical debt with affection.

Who had held her and bit her last night, unwilling to let go?

She had simply lost her mind. She had accepted her mistake.

Mu Sixue’s jade-like fingertips rose and massaged Yan Qinghe’s temples. The alpha slightly narrowed her eyes, like a cat in its owner’s arms, full after a meal.

Then, she took the medicine and applied it to the corner of the other’s lip with her right index finger.

The taste was cool, and her lips were also cool, but Mu Sixue’s fingertips grew hotter and hotter. Yan Qinghe looked at the silver ring on her middle finger, her pupils suddenly dark, filled with an unreadable thought.

She suddenly sat up and held the woman’s shoulder. Mu Sixue’s middle finger was half-covered by the alpha’s cool lips.

Mu Sixue looked up. Yan Qinghe looked at her gently, a hint of a struggle in the depths of her eyes.

Mu Sixue began to not understand.

She didn’t understand her pain, but she only caught that hint of gentleness. Her heart was like it was floating on the Danube, rippling with light.

The sapphire silver ring stung Yan Qinghe’s heart, constantly reminding her that every moment with Mu Sixue was stolen from someone else.

Her lips parted slightly, and her teeth bit the silver ring, the desire to take it off erupting bit by bit.

Mu Sixue’s fingertips moved slightly. “Summer, don’t touch that.” The ring made her feel guilty, and it also made her instinctively guard her secret.

“Senior, do you have someone you like?” Yan Qinghe’s body leaned back, her face covered in a layer of listless ice. That ring, she guarded it so tightly. It must have been worn for someone she liked.

Mu Sixue straightened the ring. The image of the beta girl from her memory appeared in her mind. It wasn’t really love.

For a long time, that person had occupied the position of her first love in her heart, but as time went on, she realized that the object of her admiration was just an illusion.

This illusion, though illusory and intangible, was more steadfast than the capricious hearts of so many unworthy and shallow people in reality.

As for love, Mu Sixue rarely had much enthusiasm for it. It was not a necessity, not even a diversion.

She was rarely moved by anyone. Until Yan Qinghe asked her this, she was a little troubled. Should she say yes or no?

The former would give people a false hope, which was why she had chosen to wear the ring on her middle finger, to represent that she was in a relationship, to ward off many suitors.

Choosing the latter, telling Yan Qinghe that she didn’t have anyone she liked… Mu Sixue was in a dilemma.

The moment Yan Qinghe asked Mu Sixue this question, she regretted it. Mu Sixue was already living with someone. How could she not like them?

She sighed, got up from the bed, and, with a sense of disinterest, turned her back to Mu Sixue and straightened her clothes. “Senior, I used to think that Sisyphus pushing the stone up the mountain was meaningless.”

Just like her feelings for Mu Sixue. The other had a girlfriend. This was a futile and meaningless heart-flutter.

“At that time, you told me it had meaning. Now, I have to agree with you—after Sisyphus pushed the stone up the mountain, the stone rolled down again. This process seems futile, but at least in the process, you can see beautiful scenery.”

Even if the story ended with Mu Sixue growing old with someone else, she was still glad to have known Mu Sixue, to have been intimate with her, to have had her wounds healed by her, to have been cared for. She had no regrets in this life.

Mu Sixue was stunned. Yan Qinghe lowered her eyes and, for the last time, let herself get close to Mu Sixue.

She confessed her feelings to her in a tactful way.

“Senior, I used to feel very lonely. In university, I was afraid of getting too close to people. But after I met you, I couldn’t help but want to get close to you.”

“You gave me a new kind of longing. I know you might already have someone you like.”

Yan Qinghe straightened Mu Sixue’s shoulder and looked at her seriously. “I know I shouldn’t have feelings for you. It’s like Sisyphus pushing the stone, futile and meaningless.”

“I’ve tried, I’ve tested, and I’ve tried to stay away.”

Yan Qinghe’s voice was like a clear spring, drop by drop hitting Mu Sixue’s heart. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her brows.

“But I’ve recently discovered that all my efforts have been in vain. Only by being close to you can my heart not feel sad.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t say these things to you again in the future.”

“And I won’t read ‘The Myth of Sisyphus’ anymore.”

“Thank you, Senior, for listening to me.”

While making a tactful confession, she had preserved her last bit of dignity and had also seized a small space for their friendship to survive, so that their relationship would not become stiff.

…

Mu Sixue returned to her office. At first, she sat upright in her swivel office chair. The reports and project books sent by her assistant, the lines of text were very clear, and the data was also listed very carefully.

But she just couldn’t see it clearly. She took a light breath, picked up the glasses on the side of her desk, and put them on. She rubbed her temples and the space between her brows, but her thoughts were still stagnant.

In search of the final number in the financial report, her proud brain, which usually ran at high speed, ultimately came up with the wrong answer.

She sighed, closed her laptop, and went to the chaise lounge to rest for a while.

Her pretty brows were slightly furrowed, her slender back slightly leaning back, her hand touching the base of her neck, her good manners half-gone.

Her thoughts were a mystery in the air.

Her thoughts, even the system couldn’t guess, and it didn’t dare to disturb her.

Until the first edition of “The Myth of Sisyphus” on the bookshelf peeked out, published by Zhihai Publishing House, out of print.

Mu Sixue bit her lip. In an instant, the mist was peeled back. This book and that pair of affectionate phoenix eyes, connected to her heart, were bright for a moment.

During the lunch break, Yan Qinghe was listening to music, lying on the sofa, wearing an eye mask. She hadn’t gone down to eat. Her heart was in a mess, and she had no appetite. The confession that didn’t seem like a confession had broken the ice. Her senior would probably avoid her in the future.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew past, as if the door had been opened. Her eye mask was taken off by a pale white hand.

“Hmm? Why is President Mu here?” Yan Qinghe blinked, her tone all business.

Mu Sixue’s gaze was fixed on the side. She handed the book to Yan Qinghe. “I’m lending you this book.”

“You’re allowed to continue reading it.”

Yan Qinghe’s eyes lit up. “But I’ve already finished it. Can I read it two more times, three more times?”

Mu Sixue was stared at by her direct gaze. She just felt that the floor was hot, so hot that it reached the soles of her feet. It was as if the alpha wasn’t asking about the book, but about her.

I know you have someone you like. If I also like you, once, twice, and I can’t let go, is that okay?

An extreme hint, in a riddle-like hint, flowed into an ambiguous river. She knew that Summer was playing games with her, but she was helpless against her.

A coquettish, witty, but also extremely beautiful and very warm alpha.

Summer would secretly read the books she liked, find common topics, and talk to her.

When she was at a dinner party, she would ask her what she liked to eat, have her take pictures and send them to her, and learn to cook them at home, thinking of bringing them to her office when they had lunch at the company, to eat with her.

She was not unfeeling, nor was she heartless.

She didn’t want to get any closer to Summer, but she was also afraid of leaving her alone and sad.

She composed herself, slowly raised her eyes, and looked at the re-energized Yan Qinghe. “You can.”

You can read it as many times as you want. But—

“After you’ve finished, you have to return it to Senior.”

Yan Qinghe nodded like a pecking rice. Bubbles of joy rose in her heart. Mu Sixue had finally started to call herself “Senior” at the company.

“Can Senior sit next to me?”

Mu Sixue was stunned for a moment and sat down on the sofa with Yan Qinghe. The book lay flat in the gap between their legs.

After Mu Sixue got close, Yan Qinghe finally agreed to her request to borrow the book. She placed her hand on the book, deciding to borrow another one after she had finished. If you borrow and return, it’s not hard to borrow again.

Mu Sixue seemed to have seen through her thoughts.

“If you bite off more than you can chew, I’ll test you next time.”

“But, this time, no one will highlight the key points for you,” Mu Sixue said, a hint of softness in her eyes that she herself hadn’t noticed.

Yan Qinghe raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly. Her senior was definitely trying to find an excuse for her soft heart. She looked at the woman’s serious and slightly embarrassed, beautiful face, her pride mixed with a hint of an awkward cuteness.

Resisting the urge to pull Mu Sixue into her arms, she changed her sitting position and inadvertently touched the other’s leg.

Mu Sixue’s skin was like ice and jade. Her legs under her skirt were straight, slender, and white. Even after working out, they were cool and sweat-free, a pleasant touch.

Yan Qinghe’s calf lightly touched hers, smooth and delicate.

Mu Sixue’s eyelids fluttered, her breath pausing. She turned slightly to the side, and the alpha moved closer in sync, their curves brushing against each other in the gap between their legs.

Yan Qinghe’s voice was soft and gentle, her eyes curved. “If I pass all of Senior’s ‘tests,’ will Senior give me a reward?”