The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 79p2

Chapter 79 p2

The hot spring area of the hot spring resort was divided into four floors. The first floor was a mixed bath. The second floor was three separate areas for A, B, and O. The third floor was a private space, with one person enjoying a hot spring area. The top floor was for couples, a co-ed bathing area.

Yan Qinghe was a little tempted by the top floor, but she was too embarrassed to say it directly. Although she had done this and that at Mu Sixue’s house that day, to rashly choose the top-floor couple’s area would make her intentions too obvious.

Although she was reluctant in her heart, based on the principle of taking it slow, Yan Qinghe chose the third floor. They didn’t go to the hot spring directly and decided to go for a walk in the natural scenic area of S City first.

S City had a strong regional flavor, with many ethnic minorities living there. The girls had an exotic charm, wearing dazzling headdresses and colorful clothes that wrapped around their graceful bodies. As they walked, they were like butterflies in a crowd. They were not at all surprised by the passing tourists.

After putting away her luggage, Yan Qinghe went up the stairs to wait for Mu Sixue in her top-floor room.

She stood with her arms crossed. The moment the door opened, her jaw dropped in amazement. Mu Sixue was covered in a light gauze of a minority ethnic vintage style, and under her flowing half-length skirt were her straight, pale white calves.

The shade of her red lips was a little bold, not her usual shade. Up close, it was a delicate and translucent pink.

Yan Qinghe swallowed and sincerely praised her in her heart for being so beautiful.

They walked on the street together, and the ethnic minority girls’ eyes also lit up. They enthusiastically came over and wanted to take a picture with Mu Sixue.

Before Mu Sixue could agree, Yan Qinghe had jumped up. She hadn’t even taken a picture with her girlfriend yet. How could these people be the first?

After one group of people had left, another group came up. An alpha was already itching to ask for Mu Sixue’s contact information.

Yan Qinghe couldn’t hold back any longer. She bought a veil from a street vendor and handed it to Mu Sixue. “Senior, I think you look even more beautiful with a veil.”

At this time, it was already evening. As long as these people couldn’t see Mu Sixue’s face, they should be less inclined to hit on her.

Mu Sixue put it on as she was told. Her posture was graceful and elegant, and the veil in front of her made people even more curious, with a hint of a half-hidden charm.

Even more alluring.

An alpha in her thirties, dressed rather artistically, like a photographer, was standing by a bridge, taking pictures of the scenery. Under the bridge was the lake that ran through S City. Mu Sixue’s room, outside the floor-to-ceiling window, was right in front of this lake.

In the center of the lake, boats were moving back and forth, with exquisite and small lanterns hanging on them. In the deepening night, they swayed like wheat ears in the wind, extremely beautiful.

The photographer turned around, and her camera was on Mu Sixue’s figure for a moment. Yan Qinghe frowned. The photographer put down her camera and gave the two of them a friendly and kind smile. She smiled very gently and elegantly.

Mu Sixue noticed that she was wearing a film camera around her neck and became a little interested. The photographer immediately took off the film camera from her neck and handed it to Mu Sixue, explaining its use in detail.

Yan Qinghe was once again treated as air. She clenched her palm and told herself to be patient, not to be so petty.

The photographer carefully approached Mu Sixue. “Miss, your lip color is very beautiful, very suitable for taking pictures.”

Mu Sixue didn’t respond to this. She looked at the film camera for a moment, said thank you, and was about to leave. She noticed that Yan Qinghe’s expression was a little pale. She was a little amused and pulled the alpha’s sleeve, saying solemnly to the photographer, “It was my girlfriend who chose the lipstick shade.”

Her action of pulling Yan Qinghe was both like urging her to leave and like coaxing her.

Yan Qinghe was helpless against Mu Sixue. She was still a little frustrated.

At this moment, Mu Sixue’s veil was blown away by the wind, revealing her face. The photographer gasped, “You’re actually…?!”

Mu Sixue’s expression suddenly changed. “You know me?”

That person was even more enthusiastic than before, but Mu Sixue was seven parts colder than before. She said a few words to the photographer, which Yan Qinghe couldn’t hear. The photographer shook her head with some regret, gave Yan Qinghe a complicated look, and, as Mu Sixue had said, no longer disturbed the two of them.

…

“Who was that?” Yan Qinghe held Mu Sixue’s hand tightly. She really wanted to declare her ownership, but even if she held Mu Sixue’s hand tightly, those people were still like a swarm of bees, so annoying.

She never wanted to take Mu Sixue on a trip again. These few days, she really wanted to lock her senior in a room, and the two of them would not go out all day.

Mu Sixue sensed that she was a little angry and pulled her hand away. The alpha’s expression grew even colder. Mu Sixue chuckled lightly and linked her arm with hers in return. “It should be like this.”

But Yan Qinghe was not so easily coaxed this time. She said seriously, “I also have a film camera at home.”

“The brand is more high-end than hers, and the lenses are more complete. If Senior likes it, I’ll give you seven. You can play with one brand a day, and it won’t be the same for a week.”

The sourness was almost overflowing. She knew her answer was a little childish, but she couldn’t control her jealous words.

“Senior, your lipstick wasn’t picked by me. Why did you say that?”

Mu Sixue: “You don’t like me answering like that?”

Yan Qinghe: “I like it.”

She and Mu Sixue walked across the bridge, through the rows of specialty shops in the night market, and past the rows of dim lights, stopping at a quiet corner of an alley.

An ambiguous and retro street lamp peeked out, watching the young couple.

Yan Qinghe intertwined her ten fingers with Mu Sixue’s. She lifted her right hand, raised her fingertips, and touched her own lips. “Since my girlfriend likes the lipstick I picked so much, can you grant me a request?”

Mu Sixue secretly felt that she had ill intentions, but her fingertips were hot from the warm lips. “What request?”

Before she could finish, Yan Qinghe’s lips came down, meticulously grinding every part of her lips. Then, her tongue forcefully pried its way into her mouth, tangling fiercely with her own. She was kissed until she was breathless, her chest heaving.

Yan Qinghe’s lips were stained with the same shade of lipstick, and her eyes were as bright as her mouth. She was also panting lightly. She rested her forehead against Mu Sixue’s and said with a light laugh, “Since I picked the lipstick for my girlfriend, my girlfriend has to help me apply it.”

This was her request.

“Do you want to continue walking?” Being held again, Mu Sixue’s body was weak from the kiss. She forced herself to be calm and changed the subject.

“No, no,” Yan Qinghe said immediately. If they continued walking, she was afraid that all the tourists on the street would be staring at Mu Sixue.

She took Mu Sixue’s hand and walked out of the alley. The two of them held hands, and she childishly swung them back and forth, wishing she could show the whole world that they were dating.

“That person said she knew you. Is your real identity not Mu Sixue?” She suspected that Mu Sixue was a member of the Nangong family, but she couldn’t ask directly. She hoped that Mu Sixue would take the initiative to be honest.

Mu Sixue: “I am who I am. That person is just a friend of an old friend.”

Seeing that she didn’t want to say more, Yan Qinghe’s eyes dimmed. How many more secrets did Mu Sixue not want to tell her?

Mu Sixue sensed Yan Qinghe’s slight unhappiness, but her identity and her family’s affairs were not something that could be explained in a few words. She didn’t want Yan Qinghe to know about those dark past years.

Passing by a small food stall, she, who never ate skewers, thought for a moment and pulled Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe stopped. Mu Sixue linked her arm with hers and rested her head on her shoulder, her tone a little wronged. “I didn’t bring any money.”

Yan Qinghe: “Hmm?”

Mu Sixue: “I want to eat skewers. My beautiful and rich girlfriend will definitely buy them for me, right?”

Her tone rose, with a hint of a coquettishness she had never shown before. Yan Qinghe’s heart melted. What was buying skewers? At this moment, the rarely so soft and weak Mu Sixue, even if she wanted all the snacks on the street, she would be willing to buy them all for her.

Yan Qinghe decisively paid and bought a bucket of skewers, handing it to her. Her previous low mood had eased a lot.

But didn’t Mu Sixue never eat high-calorie food?

She had underestimated Mu Sixue, or rather, she had indeed seen through Mu Sixue. She hadn’t eaten them, but the high-calorie skewers, when she was craving the meatballs, Mu Sixue had held up her fingers, picked up the skewers, and fed them to her, one by one.

She had a mouthful of meatballs and couldn’t speak. The two of them, one feeding, one eating, until the end, the whole bucket had gone into Yan Qinghe’s stomach.

All of Yan Qinghe’s jealous sourness, her small resentment about her hidden identity, had all disappeared. She thought in a daze, her senior’s coquettishness is so pleasant. I want to hear it again.

When her stomach felt full, she belatedly felt that she had been tricked by Mu Sixue.

No, she was still angry. Speaking of which, what was she angry about just now? Being pulled and shaken by Mu Sixue, coaxed and fed, she had forgotten everything.

She saw a passing tour guide, holding up a small, bright flag with the conspicuous words “Single and Proud Tour Group.”

The director passed between her and Mu Sixue with a look of disgust. “Young couples these days, they’re not shy about showing affection at all.”

A tourist chimed in, “Look, does she not have hands? She has to be fed by her girlfriend.”

“These two are really… even a dog would dislike them.”

Another person replied, “Aren’t you disliking them? Are you admitting you’re a dog?”

A group of single people on a trip to relax shot resentful looks at the two of them.

Yan Qinghe was leisurely, holding her and Mu Sixue’s hands tightly. Her mood inexplicably improved. It turned out that showing affection with Mu Sixue in public felt so good.

The thought that she and Mu Sixue were a couple in the eyes of others, even if she was “disliked” for showing affection, she was very proud.

And her senior was very indulgent with her, very cooperative.

Back at the hot spring resort, Mu Sixue went to the presidential suite to take a bath first.

Yan Qinghe, on the other hand, went to the private hot spring on the third floor and soaked herself clean. Afterward, she came to the narrow small room and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. She had chosen this small room, and she had to stay in it for a night, even with tears.

After her bath, Mu Sixue was in a dilemma.

Should she try to get Yan Qinghe’s wish tonight? She was good at negotiating, but feelings were not like negotiations. Where should she start?

She swirled the red wine in her glass. She remembered that Summer’s tolerance for alcohol seemed to be not very good.

Yan Qinghe was lying on the narrow bed, looking at the dark ceiling, unable to sleep. Who was Mu Sixue? If she was from the Nangong family, could she still be with her?

Why not go to Mu Sixue’s room tonight, with a bottle of snow-diffused wine, coax her to have a few glasses, and find out? She had never seen Mu Sixue drink, so she must not have a high tolerance.

But if she went rashly, would Mu Sixue think she had ill intentions?

Just as she was hesitating, a text message came at the right time.

[Summer, do you want to come to my room for a while?]

Alright, it was so easy. Yan Qinghe leaped up from the bed like a carp, not even changing out of her bathrobe. She tucked a bottle of red wine under her arm and strode out with ambition.