Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 32

In the afternoon, Yan Qingqi cleaned up the dining table and the kitchen.

Seeing Songsong sitting silently on the sofa, Yan Qingqi walked over and sat down next to her. “Wife, what’s wrong? You seem unhappy.”

Song Tingxue looked into her clear, bright, and incredibly gentle eyes. Song Tingxue was grateful that she had won the love of the owner of those eyes.

But such a gentle, noble, and elegant person must easily win people’s hearts.

The woman from building 16 did, and so did others.

“A-Yan, are you very familiar with Miss Jing?” Song Tingxue remembered Jing Michu specially bringing that niche beer, stepping up to give the person from building 14 a lesson, and openly showing her enthusiasm for A-Yan during the photo.

“I notice she’s very attentive to you—perhaps a little too attentive.”

Yan Qingqi: “…”

Is Songsong misunderstanding my cousin and me?

Yan Qingqi was surprised but wanted to laugh. “Songsong, don’t worry. She’s an Alpha, and I’m an Alpha too.”

Song Tingxue bit her lip. She had heard plenty of stories about the entertainment industry. “Don’t you know some Alphas also like Alphas? Even if they have an Omega partner, they’ll still look for an Alpha.”

Yan Qingqi: “…No, Songsong, don’t worry. She’s not interested in me in that way you’re thinking. She feels…” Yan Qingqi couldn’t directly say that Jing Michu was her cousin who had gone through great lengths to find her from S City to L City.

“What is it?”

“She… well, it’s admiration.”

“Admiration?” Song Tingxue couldn’t hide her surprise. “Why does she admire you?”

Jing Michu was dressed in expensive clothes and clearly had some wealth. Why would she admire the “ordinary” A-Yan?

“She admires my cooking! Her fiancée, Qiao An, really likes my cooking, and she tries to get me to cook private meals for her fiancée to win her over.”

“Really?” Song Tingxue was doubtful. “Miss Jing doesn’t seem like someone who lacks money. She could easily take her fiancée to a high-end restaurant.”

“She has. She says that many restaurants don’t cook as well as I do, and homemade private meals are more trustworthy.”

Song Tingxue thought about it. “That’s true. Your cooking is better than what many restaurants serve outside.”

“Thank you for the compliment, wife.”

That would explain why Miss Jing was so angry when the private kitchen was shut down and took the initiative to teach the person from building 14 a lesson.

“What about the beer? I saw her bring it specifically for you.”

“Yes, she brought it specifically for me. You think she gave it to me for free? She’s sneaky. She just wanted me to cook lobster and oysters for her and her fiancée.”

Song Tingxue smiled and shook her head, much of her anxiety gone.

Yan Qingqi laughed. “That beer really is good. Wife, when your stomach gets better, I’ll ask her to bring another case. Just for the two of us. We’ll drink it together.”

Song Tingxue happily agreed. “That sounds lovely. We’ll drink it on a summer night.”

She was now lying entirely in A-Yan’s arms, like a lazy, contented kitten, only missing a fluffy, happily swaying tail.

“Songsong, since you have a rare day off, tell me anything you want to eat or do. If it’s inconvenient for you to go out, I’ll go buy it for you.”

Song Tingxue shook her head. “I don’t need anything. Just having you with me is enough.”

“Then, shall we watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

Yan Qingqi turned on the ultra-large screen in the living room. “What shall we watch?”

“March Dancer, by Teacher Yu Jingqi.”

The name sounded very artistic.

Yan Qingqi tilted her head, thinking. Yu Jingqi must be very famous, or Songsong wouldn’t refer to her as “Teacher.”

“Look for it in the playback history.”

Yan Qingqi opened the playback history and saw March Dancer.

She read the synopsis: it was adapted from the personal experiences of the legendary dancer Mu Ruyi.

Mu Ruyi was incredibly famous, a renowned dancer both domestically and internationally. Even Yan Qingqi, an ordinary person who didn’t care much for art, knew of her. Mu Ruyi’s presence was almost guaranteed at major national celebrations.

It was the first time she had learned there was a movie about Mu Ruyi.

The film hadn’t done well at the domestic box office but had won two major international awards: Best Actress and Best Score.

Yan Qingqi watched with Songsong. It turned out Mu Ruyi’s parents died in an accident. As a child, she became an orphan and was adopted by her uncle in the countryside. Her uncle and aunt weren’t particularly kind, but they weren’t entirely bad either, as they had three sons and a daughter of their own to raise.

Mu Ruyi started helping her uncle and aunt with farm work very early. The first time she was frightened by leeches and cried loudly, stepping on the rice seedlings, she was scolded impatiently by her uncle and beaten by her aunt.

Later, a person from the city came back to the village to visit relatives. They accidentally discovered Mu Ruyi dancing in the fields and were astonished by the little girl’s talent. This person was Mu Ruyi’s first teacher, Cheng Yi, whom little Ruyi called “Mother Cheng.”

Later, Mother Cheng took Mu Ruyi to the city, where she began formal dance training. Eventually, Mu Ruyi met her second teacher, the national-level dancer Xu Ailan.

By this time, the 18-year-old Mu Ruyi had grown into a great beauty, and many young men liked her. Among them was Mother Cheng’s son, Cheng Gang. Unfortunately, Mu Ruyi only felt platonic, sisterly affection for him and only saw him as a brother.

Yan Qingqi smiled and asked, “Mu Ruyi fell in love with Xu Ailan’s other disciple, Wang Muhua, right?”

“Mhm. You figured that out?”

“Teacher Yu Jingqi’s acting is really good. Without a single line of dialogue, that turn, that glance that was just raised and then quickly suppressed—it says everything.”

Yan Qingqi hugged the person in her arms and gently kissed the top of her head. “So, did she end up marrying Cheng Gang or Wang Muhua?”

“Guess.”

“I can’t guess. I hope she married Wang Muhua, but she was also very grateful to Mother Cheng for raising and teaching her. She might have married her son out of gratitude.”

Song Tingxue had seen this movie no less than ten times. She could close her eyes, hear a single line of dialogue, and clearly recall the corresponding movie scene in her mind.

Song Tingxue didn’t say anything. She hugged Yan Qingqi tighter, wrapping her arms around her neck. Looking up, her cool, snow-like eyes met a pair of bright, smiling eyes.

Her reflection shimmered in those clear, bright, distinct eyes.

“A-Yan, I love you.”

She lifted her head, wanting to kiss her Miss Yan. If she were Mu Ruyi, her choice would always be Miss Yan—her unique Miss Yan.

She tightened the hands around Yan Qingqi’s neck slightly. Yan Qingqi followed the pull of her arms, bent down, and received the kiss of the snow-like goddess.

When their lips touched, Yan Qingqi noticed that Songsong’s lips were burning hot. She looked down and saw an unnatural flush on Songsong’s face.

“Songsong, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

Song Tingxue’s face flushed even deeper. She shyly held A-Yan’s neck and actively kissed her.

Her breath was hot, and the scent of night-blooming cereus became even more potent, continuously streaming into Yan Qingqi’s nose.

“My, my heat is starting.”

Yan Qingqi paused slightly, naturally understanding what a heat cycle meant for an Omega. She gently lifted the long hair from the back of Songsong’s neck.

Song Tingxue blushed but didn’t stop her.

The cedar scent exhaled from the Alpha’s nose sprayed onto the swelling scent gland. Song Tingxue was at her most sensitive. Stimulated by the Alpha pheromones, her body trembled slightly. She couldn’t help but arch her neck, moving closer to the source of the Alpha pheromones.

Yan Qingqi didn’t say anything more. She turned off the TV with one hand and carried Songsong directly upstairs.

That afternoon, she held Songsong’s feverish body, her fingers circling her slender waist, constantly taking from her.

Songsong melted in her arms, clinging to her A-Yan, allowing the cedar scent from A-Yan’s lips to cover her entire body…

It wasn’t until 8 p.m. that Song Tingxue felt the restless urgency, the heat that kept rising and causing trouble in her body, finally subside a little. Of course, only for today.

Her heat cycle always lasted three days. She used to rely on inhibitors. This time, with her Alpha by her side, able to mark her at any time, the effect was much better than any inhibitor.

“Wife, do you feel better?”

Song Tingxue nodded shyly. If it weren’t for her heat, she would never have known she could be so demanding.

Since they had been passionate today and it happened a few times, Yan Qingqi was worried and asked again, “Does anything hurt on your body?”

Song Tingxue was too embarrassed to say and turned her head. “No.”

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the blanket on her was lifted. Yan Qingqi bent down to check carefully. Seeing the evidence of her passionate actions on the pale skin, especially the poor state of the scent gland on the back of her neck from her bites, Yan Qingqi inwardly cursed herself for being rough.

Song Tingxue shamefully hugged the blanket, her face so red it looked like it was bleeding. “D-don’t look…”

Yan Qingqi let go, carefully tucked the blanket back around Songsong, turned around to grab a blanket from the closet and spread it on the sofa, then gently picked up Songsong from the bed and placed her on the sofa.

Just as Song Tingxue wondered what she was doing, she saw Yan Qingqi pull off the sheet from the bed. She shook it out. In the light, the patchy stains on the sheet clearly registered in Song Tingxue’s eyes.

Song Tingxue’s face was so hot it felt like it was on fire.

After Yan Qingqi put on a clean sheet, she carried Songsong into the bathroom, gave her a warm shower, gently dried her with a towel, and carried her back out. Finally, she found a tube of ointment in the drawer and gently applied it to the back of Songsong’s neck with her fingertips.

The ointment felt cool going on. The unspeakable discomfort and burning pain subsided significantly. Song Tingxue’s brows relaxed, and she felt much more comfortable.

Yan Qingqi’s movements were soft and gentle, and her voice was full of apology. “Wife, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

Song Tingxue shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt.”

She wasn’t lying. During the complete marking, she had only felt waves of pleasure. Only after the passion ended and the heat receded did she feel the unmentionable discomfort.

“You lie there and rest. Try not to get out of bed much today. Sleep, and you’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Song Tingxue hummed shyly. Seeing Yan Qingqi about to leave, she reached out and grabbed her hand. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to take a shower and then make something to eat. I can’t let my lovely wife go hungry.”

Song Tingxue smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling. She was very willing to be A-Yan’s lovely wife.

It had been over six hours since 2 p.m. until 8:30 p.m. They hadn’t eaten or drunk anything and were hungry.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Anything.”

“You are not allowed to say ‘anything’.”

Yan Qingqi bent down and gave her a heavy, almost punishing kiss on the lips. “Don’t say ‘anything’ or ‘whatever’.”

Song Tingxue smiled faintly. “Then, you decide.”

Yan Qingqi smiled wryly, her eyes dangerously tender. “Let’s have small wontons. Soup is comforting to eat at night. We still have some in the fridge. We can finish them.”

“Alright, small wontons it is.”

“Wait for me. I’ll be quick.” With that, Yan Qingqi grabbed her clothes and went to the guest bathroom to shower.

Song Tingxue heard a pleasant tune faintly playing from the next bathroom. A moment later, she heard someone come out of the room, followed by light footsteps heading straight downstairs.

In bed, Song Tingxue turned over. After applying the ointment, the burning, painful feeling on her scent gland was greatly reduced. Song Tingxue inhaled the residual cedar scent from the blanket, smiling happily and shyly, burying her face deep into the pillows.

A moment later, Yan Qingqi came up with the wontons but wouldn’t let her get out of bed. She helped Songsong sit up and had her eat in bed.

“You’re treating me like an invalid.”

“You are sick. Marking Overload Trauma Syndrome.”

“What kind of syndrome is that? I’ve never heard of it.”

“I just invented it. Isn’t it very accurate?”

Yan Qingqi placed a towel on Songsong’s lap to serve as a napkin. Song Tingxue sat up like an obedient child, her clear, bright eyes fixed on her A-Yan, her lips curved in a smile.

Her A-Yan is truly so thoughtful and gentle.

Yan Qingqi handed Songsong a bowl of small wontons. Knowing she needed to manage her figure, she only filled it halfway. Then she pulled up a chair, sat by the bed, and picked up her own bowl.

“Wife, time for wontons. I cooled it down a bit. It’s not too hot.”

Song Tingxue took a sip of the soup first, slowly stirred the spoon in the bowl, scooped up a small wonton, and brought it slowly to her mouth.

The small wontons had thin wrappers and savory filling—corn, celery, and pork. The broth was delicious. She ate them one by one.

The two ate, occasionally exchanging smiles.

This scene reminded Song Tingxue of ten years ago, when Miss Yan had specially brought her a strawberry shortcake to thank her.

“Little Tingxue, I brought you a strawberry shortcake. Have you had it before?”

Although Miss Yan was only a few months older than Song Tingxue, she liked to call her “Little Tingxue.”

The 17-year-old Song Tingxue had never seen such a high-end, delicate cake before, let alone eaten one. The 17-year-old Song Tingxue shyly shook her head.

“Come, sit down. Let’s eat together.”

The cake was beautiful, delicate, and small. Miss Yan divided the cake in two, giving the larger portion to Song Tingxue and keeping the small one for herself.

Song Tingxue looked at the pitifully small piece in Miss Yan’s hand and blushed. “Miss Yan, yours is too small.” She picked up the small knife to cut a piece from her larger portion.

Miss Yan stopped her. “No need. Didn’t you forget? I can eat this whenever I want.”

Song Tingxue pursed her lips. She had almost forgotten that Miss Yan was a noble, wealthy heiress who could eat such a beautiful small cake whenever she wanted. Unlike her, a child abandoned at the orphanage who didn’t even know who her parents were. She only got a few candies and cookies on holidays. Such a delicate, beautiful small cake was unthinkable.

That day, they sat in the shade of a tree, eating and smiling at each other just like this.

When she looked up, the 17-year-old Song Tingxue secretly glanced at Miss Yan, only to find Miss Yan looking back at her. Their eyes met. Song Tingxue’s face flushed uncontrollably, getting hotter and hotter. Her heart pounded, faster and faster.

“Is it good?” Miss Yan asked with a smile, a mesmerizing galaxy of stars flowing in her dark, bright eyes.

“Y-yes… it is.” Song Tingxue’s heart raced even faster. She felt her face was burning up. She awkwardly looked away, lowering her head, not daring to look at Miss Yan again.

“Little Tingxue is a shy girl.”

Miss Yan laughed, gently stroking her head. “If you like it, I’ll bring you another one next time, okay?”

Song Tingxue didn’t know how she, who was too nervous to speak, had answered. Did she nod, or did she awkwardly hum in agreement?

Even after many years, she still remembered Miss Yan’s laughter, like a gurgling stream, and her eyes, bright as stars, when she smiled at her.

“Songsong, Songsong.” The beautiful lips opened and closed. The person across from her was saying something. Song Tingxue suddenly snapped back, apologizing for her distraction. “Hm? What did you say?”

“I said, I’ll make some more when we get to H City. What kind of filling do you want? Do you want to try black truffle pork filling?”

“Yes.”

Right now, those mesmerizing eyes, flowing with a galaxy of stars, were smiling at her. They were gentler and more affectionate than the eyes of ten years ago.

Song Tingxue’s breath hitched. Her heart hammered wildly. Her spoon froze in mid-air. She forgot to move.

“See? You’re spacing out again.”

Yan Qingqi lovingly stroked Songsong’s head.

Songsong looked so cute when she was daydreaming. Her skin was snow-white, nestled in the white blanket, like a white, well, a long-tailed tit.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingqi let out a soft laugh.

Song Tingxue was curious. “What are you laughing at?”

“Wife, you look so cute, like a long-tailed tit.”

“A long-tailed tit?”

“The little plump bird. No neck, no waist, just a ball of fluffy rice.”

Song Tingxue: “…”

A plump bird?! No neck, no waist?!

To an actress, that was devastating, a disaster!

Watching Miss Yan giggle, her laughter clear as silver bells, Song Tingxue secretly gnashed her teeth. For the first time, she found Miss Yan so annoying.

After eating half a bowl of wontons, Song Tingxue felt much warmer and more comfortable in her stomach.

While Yan Qingqi was downstairs washing dishes, she went to the bathroom to wash up and use the toilet. The big star was still worried about her figure and did some light stretching.

She quickly remembered A-Yan telling her to stay in bed, so Song Tingxue didn’t dare to move much more. She needed to recover quickly because she was still in her heat cycle tomorrow and the day after, and she and A-Yan would…

Song Tingxue’s lips curved in a soft, shy smile. Just as she was about to lie back down, her phone rang. It was Luosisi.

“Sister Song, I heard your drama wrapped up? When was the final shoot?”

“It wrapped up yesterday.”

“So, should we meet up? Oh, I almost forgot. You have your A-Yan now. How is it? Is your married life daily bliss, totally in love?”

Luosisi’s voice became increasingly suggestive.

“Stop it. You’re practically drooling.” Song Tingxue couldn’t help but smile. Her married life, with A-Yan by her side, was indeed totally blissful.

“Where is your A-Yan?”

“She’s doing the dishes,” Song Tingxue’s voice unconsciously became soft and sweet.

“Oh my god, my ears are melting. Who would have thought our cool, reserved Goddess Song could sound so sweet? Hahaha…”

Song Tingxue said, “…If you only called to tease me, I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t, don’t! Just kidding. It’s been a while since we talked. Is your next drama Empress Wenxian? Where are you filming?”

“In H City. It starts in a few days.”

“Alright. Let’s meet up in H City then. We’ll get together the day before filming starts.”

Song Tingxue readily agreed. “Sounds good. I’ll send you the address then.”

Just as she hung up, Yan Qingqi’s voice sounded. “Wife, who are you sending the address to?”

As she spoke, footsteps approached. Yan Qingqi appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a short-sleeved casual T-shirt and casual pants. Her long hair flowed behind her, the ends naturally curled. Combined with her sharp facial contours and clear, bright eyes, her casual outfit looked more elegant and refined than lazy.

Song Tingxue walked over and wrapped her arms around her neck.

She didn’t know why, perhaps because of her heat cycle, but she loved clinging to A-Yan now, pressing against her, inhaling the pleasant scent of cedar.

“It’s Luosisi. We arranged to meet up in H City.”

“That’s great. I’ll cook a feast then and make her plump like a tit.”

Song Tingxue couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so mean. Why do you want to make her plump like a tit?”

“It’s best if everyone gets plump like a tit. That way, my Songsong won’t have to worry about her figure all the time.”

Song Tingxue hugged her neck, her eyes sparkling, the light in her eyes forming a glistening river.

Yan Qingqi circled her waist, met her gaze, and kissed her lips. “Songsong, you are so beautiful. You look absolutely stunning when you smile!”

“Am I really beautiful?”

Song Tingxue nestled in her arms, lifting her chin, looking up at her. There was a touch of nervousness in her eyes.

It was just like their first encounter, when Miss Yan had quickly grabbed her when she was almost hit by a car. She had fallen into Miss Yan’s arms, looking up at her just like this, startled and shaky.

She thought Miss Yan was truly beautiful: noble, elegant, with an air of inviolable dignity, like a goddess.

Compared to Miss Yan, the 17-year-old Song Tingxue felt humble and ugly. Her faded clothes and clumsy shoes made her feel ashamed and awkward in front of Miss Yan.

Song Tingxue had never truly thought she was beautiful.

“Beautiful. My Songsong is truly beautiful and stunning!”

Yan Qingqi tightened her arms slightly, hugging Songsong to her.

She didn’t understand why Songsong doubted her own looks. This was Song Tingxue—the one with countless fans, the top star, the undeniable number one in the entertainment industry in both looks and acting.

“Then do you love me?”

“Why are you asking again?” Yan Qingqi smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, I love you. I love you deeply. I love Songsong not just because Songsong is beautiful, but because I love the person Songsong is, and I love the feeling Songsong gives me.”

Song Tingxue smiled faintly. “What feeling?”

Yan Qingqi thought for a long time. “I can’t put it into words. It’s just a feeling. No, it’s many feelings. Well, it’s hard to explain, but I love Songsong. I really love her.”

Yan Qingqi hugged her a little tighter, cherishing her like a rare treasure.

Song Tingxue leaned into her embrace, tightening the arms around A-Yan’s waist, feeling A-Yan’s clear, strong heartbeat.

She loved being circled and embraced by her Miss Yan like this.

She almost wanted to say: Miss Yan, do you know? I fell in love with you a long time ago. From the first time I saw you ten years ago, I fell for you! I haven’t forgotten you for a single day in these ten years.

Song Tingxue’s face flushed with inner excitement, but she could only cling to her Miss Yan. She didn’t dare to speak. She didn’t know where to start. She didn’t know if Miss Yan still remembered the ugly duckling girl from ten years ago.

All the unspoken words in her heart finally condensed into one sentence. “A-Yan, I love you. I love you very, very much.”

“Me too.” Yan Qingqi bent down and gently, tightly embraced the person in her arms.

The two hugged for an unknown amount of time. Song Tingxue said, “A-Yan, I really want to dance with you like this.”

Yan Qingqi stood up, releasing her hold on Songsong, and playfully flicked her elegant nose. “Not today. We’ll dance together after your injury is healed.”

Song Tingxue blushed at the mention of her “injury.” “I’m fine.”

“You still can’t exert yourself. Your heat hasn’t passed yet.” Yan Qingqi pulled her to the bed and pressed her down. “You should rest well and recover tonight.”

Song Tingxue was disappointed again. Did no exercise mean no cuddles and intimacy with A-Yan tonight?

She moved to the side and patted the spot next to her. “Then come up quickly and keep me company.”

Yan Qingqi quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, and changed into pajamas. But those few minutes felt like an entire century to Song Tingxue in bed.

The moment Yan Qingqi climbed onto the bed, Song Tingxue immediately rolled over and hugged her. She kissed her neck, clinging to A-Yan and kissing her. Her soft lips lingered on Yan Qingqi’s pale skin, occasionally leaving a faint, moist kiss mark.

After eating a bowl of hot wontons, she had recovered some strength. The beautiful evening made them both restless. Furthermore, Songsong was in her heat cycle, provoking her Alpha like this.

Yan Qingqi wondered if it was her imagination, but the night-blooming cereus scent in the air seemed pervasive, constantly trying to penetrate her skin and blood, making her restless. But she clearly knew she absolutely couldn’t overwork Songsong tonight.

Yan Qingqi cleared her throat. “Let’s play a game.”

“What game?”

“Let’s play chengyu jielong (idiom chain). The person who can’t connect a phrase within three seconds loses. The loser gets bitten by the other person.”

“Bitten where?”

Yan Qingqi thought for a moment. “Bitten on the collarbone.”

“Alright. Let’s play that.”

“Okay, I’ll start. Ywholeheartedly).”

Song Tingxue: “Yì xiǎng bù dào (unexpected).”

“Dào, dào, dào cǐ yī yóu (came here for a visit).”

Song Tingxue: “Is dào cǐ yī yóu an idiom?”

“I think so. Didn’t Sun Wukong say, ‘Your Old Sun was here’?”

“Alright then. Yóu rén rú zhī (crowds of tourists).”

“Zhī, zhī…” Yan Qingqi struggled for a long time but couldn’t come up with a word.

Song Tingxue looked at her, smiling beautifully. “Three, two, one. You lose.”

Yan Qingqi admitted defeat. She let Songsong pull open her collar and bend down to bite her delicate collarbone. Songsong couldn’t bring herself to bite hard. She just gently scraped her with her sharp, fine teeth, like a cat.

She only let go after a long, drawn-out moment.

For the second round, Yan Qingqi started again. “Èr bā jiā rén (beautiful young woman).”

“Is èr bā jiā rén an idiom?”

“I actually know this one. It is an idiom.”

After a few rounds, this time, Song Tingxue lost. She very actively pulled down her collar. Yan Qingqi leaned over, closing in on her neckline.

The snow-white skin beneath the collar aggressively entered her vision, scorching her gaze and making her heart pound.

Yan Qingqi pursed her lips. “I’m going to bite now.”

Song Tingxue closed her eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

Her lips moved closer, centimeter by centimeter, slowly approaching the collarbone. The luminous skin was right there on her lips. A slight suck, and she could taste the delicate, soft sensation.

The pleasant scent of night-blooming cereus frantically permeated her nose.

The rich fragrance transformed into a meandering river. The river flowed happily, tightly binding the young Alpha.

Yan Qingqi’s heart trembled. Her breath, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sprayed onto the snow-white skin.

The pale skin started to tremble slightly, as if it had been burned.

Yan Qingqi’s throat convulsed. She lowered her head. As her lips pressed closer, the delicate collarbone seemed to gently rise and fall, along with the surrounding area of white skin.

Yan Qingqi kissed her. Her lips touched the skin. The burning heat quickly transferred from her lips to the skin, and that area of skin turned pink.

Yan Qingqi scraped her teeth against the skin. Her mouth surrounded the delicate collarbone, kissing and sucking it, but she still couldn’t bring herself to bite down.

The collarbone beneath her lips trembled even more violently. Song Tingxue’s entire body was shaking.

The tingling, numbing sensation spread from the bite site on her collarbone, reaching her heart and then flowing to every part of her body. Just as Yan Qingqi was gently grinding her teeth, Song Tingxue let out a soft groan and suddenly hugged Yan Qingqi, kissing her.

The moment their lips touched, Yan Qingqi kissed Songsong back. Her lips and tongue enveloped Songsong’s sweetness, passionately sucking the nectar from her mouth.

Song Tingxue cupped her face and returned the kiss. She felt A-Yan’s passion. The passion instantly ignited her. So, she hugged A-Yan and kissed her even more passionately. They danced with their tongues, chasing and entwining, happily lost in the moment.

In the bedroom, the sounds of intimate kissing lingered for a long time.

After the kiss ended, Yan Qingqi collapsed next to her. They gasped, laughed, kissed again, and kissed deeply.

Song Tingxue said, “Do you want to play the idiom chain game again?”

Yan Qingqi said, “No more.”

“Why not?”

Yan Qingqi smiled and kissed her. “Let’s play the kissing game. Just kissing.”

Song Tingxue smiled and kissed her again.

This time, Yan Qingqi circled her with her arms, their lips and tongues locked in a passionate embrace. The hand on Songsong’s waist gradually tightened into a fist, trying desperately to control herself, but that hand remained completely respectful.

Song Tingxue’s head restlessly moved around. Her eyes signaled, “I want more.”

Yan Qingqi pulled down the corner of her shirt, which had bunched up near her chest, and kissed her cheek. “Wife, be good. You can have more tomorrow.”

To be honest, Yan Qingqi was struggling to restrain herself, but Songsong was already injured. She absolutely couldn’t bear to overwork her again.

Song Tingxue looked utterly wronged, the corners of her eyes stained with an inviting flush. “Can’t we now?”

“Your injury hasn’t healed. You need rest. Otherwise, when your next heat cycle comes, I’m afraid you’ll be in pain.”

“But…” Song Tingxue blinked her large, watery eyes, biting her lip gently. She really wanted to be more intimate with A-Yan right now.

“Be good. One night will pass quickly.”

Yan Qingqi lovingly kissed her forehead—a comforting kiss, devoid of lust.

Her kiss seemed to have a magical power, soothing the Omega’s restless heart with every touch.

Gradually, Song Tingxue calmed down and relaxed under her comforting touch. She must have been truly exhausted. Once she relaxed, weariness washed over her. Cuddled in A-Yan’s arms, she quickly fell asleep.

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Author’s Note:

Yan Qingqi: I have to restrain myself tonight for the sake of tomorrow and the day after.