A Vicious Scum Alpha in a Heartthrob Novel - Chapter 17

Xu Qingshui felt that the other woman must have meant exactly that.

If it were anything else, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative to say those words. Besides, the contract itself was built on this premise, so the situation was perfectly normal. Moreover, whether considering her current persona or her own feelings, Xu Qingshui didn’t feel any aversion to the idea.

Fu Jinghua’s pheromones held a natural, biological attraction for her. It was a matter of physiology.

Xu Qingshui finally discarded her previous messy thoughts. She wanted Fu Jinghua to be happy, but she didn’t want to live like a nun herself. She quickly straightened out her mindset. Once in the bathroom, she used the same body wash and shampoo as Fu Jinghua, scrubbing herself thoroughly clean.

In the bathroom mirror, she saw her current reflection. Xu Qingshui was undeniably blessed with good looks—beautiful phoenix eyes, a high bridge to her nose, and naturally red lips. Right now, her face was damp with steam, and those habitually cold eyes betrayed a hint of indescribable restlessness.

She knew this was the pheromones talking. Alphas, like Omegas, are subject to their influence. While suppressants provide effective relief during ruts or high-stress periods, they aren’t a long-term solution. Overusing suppressants or repressing oneself too often leads to irritability and impatience that leaks into daily life. For Alphas and Omegas with lower pheromone grades, the consequences can even lead to hospitalization.

Xu Qingshui had both physical and psychological needs for Fu Jinghua, but that strange desire for the woman’s ultimate happiness had been holding her back. She had wanted Fu Jinghua to find someone she truly loved, rather than being tied to a marriage of convenience out of biological necessity.

But now, facing Fu Jinghua’s invitation, all those complicated emotions vanished from her mind. She wanted to be with her. She wanted to hold her, completely and utterly.

Though she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, Xu Qingshui felt intoxicated. Her partner’s invitation for intimacy sent her into a state of high excitement and soaring adrenaline; her desire had reached its peak.

Xu Qingshui stepped out wrapped in a bathrobe. She had hesitated about putting on pajamas but ultimately decided it wasn’t necessary.

When she entered the room, Fu Jinghua was already lying in bed, but the bedside lamp was still on. For a moment, Xu Qingshui doubted if she had read the signals correctly.

She climbed into bed quietly and turned her head to turn off the lamp. But in the next second, she heard Fu Jinghua sit up, and Xu Qingshui withdrew her hand from the switch. She turned around and took in Fu Jinghua’s appearance.

The woman was wearing a black camisole dress that made her fair skin look almost translucent. Xu Qingshui’s gaze lingered there for a long time.

Sensing the stare, Fu Jinghua cleared her throat softly and looked away. Despite their multiple past intimacies, there was still an undeniable sense of awkwardness—especially since she had been the one to initiate this time. Even though she was prepared, she found herself wondering if she should have had a drink first to help set the mood.

It’s madness, she thought. This isn’t like my usual decisive self at all.

Since Fu Jinghua didn’t speak, Xu Qingshui didn’t know what to say either. This time was different from before; there was a newfound familiarity between them that made their interaction feel self-consciously awkward.

After a long while, Fu Jinghua finally spoke first. Staring at Xu Qingshui’s lips, she said, “Come closer.”

Xu Qingshui moved toward her. She stared back at the woman’s slightly downturned phoenix eyes and licked her own lips.

“Can I hold you?” Xu Qingshui asked.

What kind of question is that? Fu Jinghua thought, but she gave a slight, silent nod.

Xu Qingshui is being so strange.

I’m being strange, too. My heart is beating so fast.

The influence of pheromones was truly a terrifying thing.

Seeing the nod, Xu Qingshui gently embraced her. She first lightly touched the woman’s collarbone before moving to the back of her neck. Simultaneously, the scent of Brandy from her own nape instantly filled the entire room.

Fu Jinghua’s body trembled, and she couldn’t help but lightly nibble at Xu Qingshui’s gland. It wasn’t just Alphas who developed a glandular dependence on Omegas; the reverse was also true, and often even more intense. Given Fu Jinghua’s high pheromonal demand, her endurance had been pushed to the limit.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise imperceptibly as the heat enveloped them both. They looked at each other’s lips, looked away in a moment of synchronized bashfulness, and then locked eyes again.

Eventually, Xu Qingshui gently brushed her hand over Fu Jinghua’s eyelids.

The two became entangled once more.

A night of fleeting, stolen joy.

The next morning, Fu Jinghua’s legs still felt a bit swollen and heavy. When she opened her eyes, Xu Qingshui was nowhere to be seen.

She admitted that the pheromones might have made her a bit too proactive last night, but surely it wasn’t enough to scare the woman away. Driven by the lingering influence of the pheromones, Fu Jinghua felt a rare surge of something akin to panic.

It’s all because of Xu Qingshui.

Why isn’t she right there the moment I wake up?

Despite her inner annoyance, her physiological craving for the pheromones led her to pick up the pillow Xu Qingshui had used and sniff it gently. Realizing what she was doing, a wave of frustration washed over her—a frustration that intensified when she tried to get out of bed and felt the discomfort in her legs.

When she finally walked out of the room and saw the familiar figure, she felt slightly better. Xu Qingshui was currently placing freshly prepared dishes onto the dining table. Fu Jinghua knew immediately it was her cooking; she had tried every chef in the area, and none of them produced a fragrance like this.

Usually, those meals were bland and barely palatable, but this smelled inviting.

“Breakfast is ready, come eat. I specifically made something light, come and taste it,” Xu Qingshui said, glancing up to check Fu Jinghua’s state. Sensing a hidden current of impatience in the woman, she quickly added, “I went a bit overboard last night. I’m really sorry.”

Fu Jinghua didn’t explain the true source of her frustration. She simply gave a soft “Mm” and sat down. She took a sip of the soup Xu Qingshui had made, and seeing the Alpha’s expectant gaze, she said, “It’s not bad.”