The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 90

Chapter 90:

Yan Qinghe opened her eyes in a daze. She vaguely remembered being drunk last night, but she didn’t have a hangover at all.

Her whole body felt as if it had been washed over by clear water. The knot in her heart was suddenly untied.

Mu Sixue’s softness under the cool moonlight had pressed a flower bud on her heart. After a night of blooming, it had blossomed into a dazzling and beautiful flower. She liked her more and more.

The memories of last night, in a moment of sudden clarity, did not come flooding back. Only the feeling in her body was extremely clear, reminding her that something seemed to have happened last night.

She seemed to have touched something beautiful, smooth, and had entered something moist and tight. All the heart-pounding things… had come from a certain someone. Even that person’s name, when she murmured it by her lips, gave off an enchanting fragrance.

It was hard to control her feelings.

The soft and smooth body, with its fresh snow mountain and white lotus scent, lingered by her nose. In the air, the pheromones of the two of them mingled and intertwined, reminding her that the bond of last night was not just about body fragrance.

She was only covered by a thin blanket. Under the blanket, everything was exposed. Yan Qinghe’s face grew hot for a moment. She lifted the other half of the blanket, and in the deep hollow, there were mottled red marks. She also felt a scratching pain on her own back.

Belatedly, she was full of shyness.

The willow-leaf-shaped curtains swayed with the wind. Yan Qinghe quietly got up. The clothes she had worn yesterday, at her feet, at the end of the sofa, were thrown in a mess.

She sniffed lightly. There was the smell of wine, the decadent smell of pheromones, and the smell of love.

Yan Qinghe strode out. Under the pile of clothes, there were a few pieces that were not hers. A dark purple small underwear was in a wet and dry ball. Was it kneaded, or torn? It was hard to tell.

And the owner of the other clothes, the source of the wonderful pheromones, was the woman on the sofa, like a sleeping beauty. Her long lashes were closed, and a stretch of pale white, lotus-root-like arm was exposed from the thin blanket, as quiet as a beautiful and gentle painting.

In the air, the scent of a high-level omega’s pheromones, the previous disguise had been revealed. The omega’s gland, when Yan Qinghe was showering, every time she thought of it, it was like a dream.

Mu Sixue was actually an omega, an S-class omega! As an S-class alpha, the aftereffects of her dependence on a marked A-class omega had been completely washed away after this night.

Only an S-class omega could do this. She touched the gland on the back of her neck. The fresh scent of a snow lotus lingered faintly. Yan Qinghe licked her lips. She seemed to have been completely marked by Mu Sixue.

If she remembered correctly, the three days at the hotel before, Mu Sixue had not used a disguised pheromone, but had temporarily marked her. So… that night, she had covered her eyes with a white silk. At first, she had thought it was a small game between lovers, but it turned out that she didn’t want her to find out.

Silently, she had been marked by the person she liked very much. And the other was a matching S-class omega. Happiness had come too suddenly, like a beautiful dream from the sky.

Mu Sixue’s marking was unquestionable and domineering, but Yan Qinghe liked it very much. After all, Mu Sixue’s expression of her feelings was usually more reserved. But this time, to help her get rid of her dependence on pheromones, she had taken the initiative to mark her, clearly and without any subtlety.

It was as if she were declaring her love through the marking.

It was known that an omega’s complete marking of an alpha meant the omega’s approval of the alpha. After all, from then on, the effect of inhibitors during the omega’s heat would become smaller and smaller, and they would need the marked alpha to solve it.

So good, her and Mu Sixue’s bond would become deeper and deeper.

After finishing her bath, she went to the kitchen, thinking of what Mu Sixue liked to eat. Yan Qinghe made a loving breakfast very seriously. The fragrance of the food, she wished it could seep into her taste buds. When she came out with the plate, the sofa was empty, and Mu Sixue was gone.

Yan Qinghe’s heart panicked. Where had Mu Sixue gone? She hurriedly put down the breakfast and dialed her phone. The other’s phone was switched off.

She looked around the sofa. Her clothes were also gone, and she couldn’t find anyone in the house. After their night of passion, had Mu Sixue regretted it?

Regretted marking her, regretted exposing her omega identity.

Yan Qinghe sat down on the sofa dejectedly. She wanted to chase after her, but if Mu Sixue wanted to hide from her, how could she find her? Gradually, her gaze was drawn to a pendant under the sofa. She picked it up and saw that it was like a lucky bag jade pendant.

Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was in the shape of the pottery jar held by the goddess of the Seine.

It was smooth and had a warm color. The jade pendant had a rich scent of snow lotus. It must have been a treasure that Mu Sixue had carried with her and had accidentally dropped.

Yan Qinghe’s thin lips twitched. She thought that she had never seen Mu Sixue wear it. For a moment, she guessed that it might be the beta girl’s.

She remembered that she also had a jade pendant, which her Little Aunt, Xi Zhaowan, had taken her to a temple when she was a child. They had encountered a goddess festival and had met a priest in the center of the temple. The high priest had seen them and had felt that they were fated, so he had given them the jade pendants.

There were two jade pendants. One was a goddess statue jade pendant, which the priest had respectfully given to Aunt Wan. The other was the pottery jar held by the goddess statue, which belonged to her. She had worn it since she was a child, but had accidentally lost it later. When had she lost it?

Yan Qinghe couldn’t remember clearly. She looked at Mu Sixue’s jade pendant and felt that it was more and more familiar. The jade pendant given by the high priest was almost never sold on the market. Could it be that Mu Sixue had also been given one by a priest?

…

With this doubt, she decided to tidy up the bottles and cans first. Under the coffee table, Yan Qinghe saw three small boxes. She looked at the words on the cover and blushed. How could there be condoms?

Beside the boxes, there were three small raincoats of different sizes, as if they had been opened.

Yan Qinghe pursed her lips. With a strange shame and a little excitement, she picked one up with her fingertips. It was clean, with no signs of use. The other two sizes had also not been used.

She was a little disappointed. So nothing had happened last night?

…

The facts proved that you should never provoke a drunk alpha. When Mu Sixue returned home, she just felt that her whole body was filled with Yan Qinghe’s scent. From a distance, if her beta sister hadn’t been looking at her with a gossipy look, it would have been for the best.

Mu Sichen thought to herself, usually, her sister’s posture is the most beautiful. How come after a night out, even her steps are a little unsteady? As expected, did something happen with that alpha?

She had previously discovered that her sister’s attention to Yan Qinghe was no longer as simple as a mission target. The last time Yan Qinghe had risked her life to find a doctor for her, she had also had a good impression of Yan Qinghe and had secretly wanted to set them up.

So when Mu Sixue was about to leave, Mu Sichen had secretly given her a small box.

“So, where did sister go last night?” the blonde girl asked casually, and even fanned herself and said, “What a rich fragrance.”

The moment she said it, she was also surprised. Since she had had a heart condition, her five senses had gradually failed, especially her sense of smell. She could barely smell anything.

Being teased, Mu Sixue didn’t notice her sister’s abnormality. Her ears were hot and pink. She went straight to the bathroom. In the large bathtub, she closed her beautiful eyes and, with a blank expression, reached her hand into the depths of the white foam, and, bit by bit, dug out the three irrigations.

The three small boxes in her bag, from small to large, had been tried three times, but none had succeeded. It would have been better if she hadn’t tried.

Every time she wanted to try, she was too awkward to put it in, and was instead pinched and had it done once, once, and again.