The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 81

Chapter 81:

She knew that betas had a low fertility rate, but she still couldn’t help but want to have a child with Mu Sixue, even though she hadn’t proposed to her yet, and even though they had just started their relationship.

It wasn’t that she wanted one right now. It was just her wish.

When she was walking on the street, when she was lying in bed with her hands behind her head, when she was brushing her teeth in the morning, whenever she was thinking of Mu Sixue, this shameful and yet joyful thought would flash through her mind.

It was a pity that Mu Sixue was a beta. It would have been great if she were an omega. She wanted to have a child for Mu Sixue. As long as it was her and Mu Sixue’s child, with their blood, it would be fine.

She imagined what kind of baby it would be. Would it be half like her and half like Mu Sixue?

It would be best if it were more like Mu Sixue. Compared to her own satisfaction, she preferred Mu Sixue.

She had even thought of a name for the child. It would be called Muxue. The surname could be Yan or Mu. She admired Mu Sixue and looked forward to the little life being born in her and her lover’s womb.

This thought made her both shy and made thousands of butterflies flutter in her chest.

She had harbored this wish for a long time. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t mark Mu Sixue, or if Mu Sixue was a beta. It didn’t stop her from fantasizing.

But she didn’t want to put pressure on Mu Sixue, so she never said it. Her love for Mu Sixue would not be based on reproduction and childbirth.

Even if Mu Sixue couldn’t have children, she would still want to marry her.

Not all wishes should be fulfilled, but perhaps the wine tonight was too intoxicating. Mu Sixue was like a merciful Bodhisattva, giving her the right to make a wish.

Hearing Yan Qinghe’s words, Mu Sixue was a little flustered. How could she give her a baby? Could this wish be changed?

She asked the system if this was Yan Qinghe’s real wish.

The system was silent for a moment. “The wish is valid,” it was just short of nodding. Mu Sixue pressed down on Yan Qinghe’s glass of wine, which she was drinking one after another.

Her crossed legs also came down, and she sat up straight, clutching the corner of her clothes. This person must have drunk too much and was confused.

Yan Qinghe couldn’t drink, and her nose was filled with the smell of the row of wine bottles. She sniffed at Mu Sixue’s chest.

Mu Sixue held out a finger and pressed it against the alpha’s temple, as if she were a little annoyed, and made her move to the other side.

Her other hand held a wine glass. She took a sip, and a faint blush and a flash in the depths of her heart reminded her of the great price she would have to pay to fulfill this wish.

She would have a child for Summer? They hadn’t even done anything yet. She hadn’t even considered marriage, and she wasn’t ready to welcome an alpha.

Like a baby, she was being asked to run before she had even learned to walk. The step was too big, a leap to the heavens. Her mind was in a daze.

But the thought of having a child with Summer, after a moment of panic, a strange shyness and a small expectation began to ferment in her heart.

If she had to have a baby, she hoped it would be hers.

But the thought that someone had gone further than her, whether in her past life or this one, Ji Qianqian had been pregnant with Yan Qinghe’s child.

Was Summer just trying to compensate, which was why she wanted to… with her?

A faint sense of loss and a strange sourness in her heart prompted her to ask, “Since you don’t like Ji Qianqian, why… was she at your house that day? Because you’re bound by the mark and need her pheromones?”

As she questioned her, she was also secretly making excuses for Yan Qinghe. Deep down, she didn’t want to hear an unexpected answer.

Yan Qinghe had been honest with her before. Because of her complete marking of Ji Qianqian, her desires were affected, and she only had feelings for Ji Qianqian’s body.

When Mu Sixue had heard this, she couldn’t describe what she had felt. So the immersion Yan Qinghe had shown when they had kissed was not from desire, but from emotion?

She had had a bad impression of alphas before, thinking that most alphas were controlled by desire, and that their liking for someone was based on desire, with love born from desire.

She prided herself on her looks and had once worried that Yan Qinghe only liked her for her appearance. After all, the breakthrough in their relationship had started with a few ambiguous kisses.

But Yan Qinghe had told her tonight that her body had no feelings for her, only for Ji Qianqian.

So, what kind of mood was she in when she had taken the initiative to kiss her?

This alpha’s eyes, from bottom to top, were propped on her chin, looking at her with a pitiful, helpless, but moving gaze.

As if she were telling her that she loved her, trying to make her believe.

She had no desire for her, only affection?

Such a pure emotion, the kind of emotion she had ideally wanted, was laid out in front of her with sincere words. Mu Sixue found that she couldn’t be happy.

Anyone would find it disgusting. Their girlfriend had feelings for her ex-girlfriend’s body, with desire but no affection.

And she had no feelings for her own body, with affection but no desire.

In the face of Yan Qinghe’s split between affection and desire, Mu Sixue felt that her wish for a baby was even more of a fantasy.

She might as well go and have a baby with Ji Qianqian. She thought with a hint of jealousy, and her words were also tinged with a frosty tone, “I remember one day, when I was delivering clothes to you, Ji Qianqian appeared at your house.”

Yan Qinghe’s breath hitched, and her heart pounded. Her dazed eyes, her eyelids trembled slightly.

Mu Sixue paused. “What did she do to you?”

She had smelled Ji Qianqian’s pheromones on Yan Qinghe.

“Or, what did you do to her?” Ji Qianqian had even deliberately walked closer to her, and she had also smelled the alpha’s scent on her, which was very strong.

Yan Qinghe wished she could cover her forehead. She buried herself in the covers. The reckoning from her girlfriend, though late, had arrived.

She now understood that the online jokes were all from real life. Like being asked to tell every detail of your past relationship after getting into a new one.

It turned out that these things were not artistic creations.

Seeing her stammering, unable to explain, Mu Sixue lowered her dim eyes and coldly ordered the system to give her a few more drunken talismans.

“Senior!” Yan Qinghe grabbed Mu Sixue’s hand and defended herself, “I didn’t do anything to her.”

She wasn’t the one who had taken the initiative. Ji Qianqian had brought a pheromone diffuser that day, and she had been in a daze, controlled by her.

“Mm, she forced you,” Mu Sixue nodded, her tone light and airy.

“So, what did she take the initiative to do to you?”

Even if Yan Qinghe were drunk, it was still very shameful to talk about her private affairs with her ex.

“It was the first time I was treated like that…” Before she could say how, Yan Qinghe raised her hand to swear and began to make a preliminary emphasis. Mu Sixue was unmoved.

She feigned impatience and stood up, as if she were throwing away a rag, and was about to push Yan Qinghe’s hand away.

“I really want to get rid of my dependence on Ji Qianqian’s pheromones,” Yan Qinghe said, grabbing the woman’s clothes with a pitiful look, like a small animal about to be abandoned, craving its owner’s attention. “If I tell you, can you help me, Senior?”

“My girlfriend is you now, not anyone else.”

“The past is the past. It doesn’t count.”

Because of her drunkenness, her words were stammering. Mu Sixue took some effort to understand what she was saying.

Although Mu Sixue had been prepared, it was something that had happened before they were together. She had no right to interfere with what Yan Qinghe had done with whom.

The alpha grabbed her sleeve, wrapped her arms around her shoulder, and leaned into her ear, blushing and stammering as she told her what had happened.

Although nothing substantial had happened, there was indeed some intimacy.

“You… you two!” Mu Sixue wanted to push her away, but she was held tightly in Yan Qinghe’s embrace. “Don’t be angry, okay?”

Mu Sixue took a deep breath and quickly calmed down. She asked lightly, “Were you happy at that time?”

Yan Qinghe admitted, “My body was happy. But I felt very bad.”

Her head was hot, and she had blurted out all her feelings.

Mu Sixue understood. No wonder when she had delivered clothes to Yan Qinghe that day, the other had just taken a shower, and her eyes had been evasive, not daring to meet hers.

“Did you feel guilty when you saw me then?”

Did this mean that Summer had had feelings for her at that time?

“Yes,” Yan Qinghe admitted. “I was even sadder when I saw you.”

She whispered, her rapid breathing hot, brushing against her girlfriend’s ear. “How I wish I wasn’t affected by pheromones, and how I wish that person was you.”

“If you’re still angry, and I’m still affected, then I can gouge out my gland and not have a baby. As long as you don’t dislike me, as long as you’re not angry.”

Seeing Yan Qinghe lower herself to such a state, Mu Sixue’s heart softened for a moment. Plus, the system had told her that the desire to get rid of her dependence on Ji Qianqian’s pheromones was also Yan Qinghe’s wish.

With a strange psychology, Mu Sixue, both to fulfill the wish and to try to use her high-level pheromones to erase Ji Qianqian’s traces.

And she also had a secret desire to win, and she wanted to make a psychological warning for the prophetic dream in half a year.

Perhaps it was just that—the taste of the snow-diffused wine tonight was a little intoxicating. She was her girlfriend, and on a whim, she wanted to fulfill her duty.

She bit her lip and quickly let go. The mark on her full, red lips disappeared without a trace. She had made up her mind.

She was in a white dress and stood up gracefully by the bed, like a graceful white pigeon skimming the water. She tossed her long, straight hair to one side to facilitate her next move.

“Don’t move,” she ordered Yan Qinghe. A thin, gauze-like white silk was placed over her eyes.

A clear breeze blew past, and Yan Qinghe felt even more drunk.

She heard the sound of buttons popping, from bottom to top, one by one, like corn kernels falling into a valley. Not a single one escaped.

With each unbuttoning, Mu Sixue would kiss her, at first a light touch, then a lingering, wet kiss.

She was burned by her charm and couldn’t help but shudder.

Her senior was not only a top student in her studies and a big shot in the company, but even in this aspect… she was also exceptionally talented.

Yan Qinghe’s breath hitched, and her brow twitched. She was willing to be her subject.

She was like a drowning fish, completely in her control. A blazing flame, from her heart to her nose, burned into a straight line and then spread to the surroundings.

Little Qinghe trembled and opened the restraint. The one holding her was like she had accidentally tripped, her lips touching and then quickly letting go.

She was startled, and she was so excited that she couldn’t speak. She was both rejecting and welcoming. She suddenly remembered the beautiful woman in her dream wearing gloves, a distant physical memory radiating from her brow. The drunkenness made it difficult for her to tell what day it was, who this person was. The perfect union of the illusion and the real person was so moving that she wanted to cry.

At this moment, at the back of her neck, the scent of pheromones was secretly spreading, from a high-level omega’s pheromones.