After the Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Paranoid Female Lead - Chapter 46

Ming Sian could hear He Yining’s breathing gradually growing heavy; she looked over in surprise, even though they had only just kissed.

True—due to the heat period, being more sensitive than usual was only normal.

The two were too close; He Yining’s pheromones had long since surged out uncontrollably. In comparison, Ming Sian’s pheromones were much weaker, completely enveloped by hers.

The fresh, sweet scent of cedar, combined with the sweetness of cherry rum, left Ming Sian with nowhere to escape.

“Are you really not using a suppressant?”

Ming Sian didn’t know what would happen to an Omega without suppressants. She had researched data that said before suppressants were invented, Omegas could only endure; in the absence of an Alpha, using some cooling methods could help them get through it.

But once there is an Alpha, the higher the pheromone compatibility, the more it leads the Omega to lose their reason.

Exactly how one “loses their reason” wasn’t described in detail, and there was a note: Situations vary based on individual physical constitution.

She still wanted to be sure. If He Yining really didn’t use a suppressant and let the pheromones run wild, she couldn’t be certain that she could control what happened next.

After all, her pheromones moved entirely in sync with He Yining’s; driven by He Yining’s pheromones, she had no power to resist.

He Yining, hearing her repeated confirmations, didn’t give her another chance to ask. She wrapped both arms around Ming Sian’s neck, arched her waist, and fiercely blocked her lips.

By the time Ming Sian was completely pinned, she still had to consider the injury on He Yining’s back. She could only use all her strength to roll over, struggling to put He Yining on top.

Ming Sian’s hands avoided He Yining’s wounds. Looking up, she saw the woman’s bewilderment; it seemed she had used too much force just now.

The light in the room was sufficient, and she could clearly see He Yining’s exquisite face drawing closer.

Their pheromones intertwined in the air, inseparable.

He Yining, who usually radiated a cold aura, was now lying softly in her embrace. Ming Sian remembered when they first met; she was like a rose swaying in the wind, thorny yet alluring—nothing like this fragility.

As if punishing her for being distracted, He Yining gave her lip a hard bite.

The stinging pain on her lip brought her back to her senses. Their lips were pressed tightly together, motionless, letting the sweet, metallic taste seep between their teeth.

Seeing her return to her senses, He Yining gave her another satisfied, gentle bite.

It seemed that every time, He Yining either gnawed or bit at her, as if treating her like food.

Ming Sian grabbed He Yining’s arms, tilted her head slightly to pull her lips away, and said indignantly, “No biting.”

Since the two signed the agreement, Ming Sian had never used such a heavy tone, but she felt that some things should be based on the feelings of both people; being gentle with each other was the right way.

In fact, every time things got intense, her actions were anything but gentle.

But He Yining liked the feeling of being fiercely possessed, always leading Ming Sian to keep tossing and turning.

She felt this woman, He Yining, was a bit strange; whenever her lips touched Ming Sian’s skin, she would open her mouth to bite. Even if she didn’t use force every time, she was the one who felt the pain when she did!

She had only heard of infants having an oral stage; she hadn’t heard of someone as old as He Yining still having an oral stage.

However, she had taken a few psychology classes and thought this might be an expression of a sense of power or even a desire for control.

It wasn’t a matter of liking or disliking it, as long as it didn’t bite too hard.

Enveloped by pheromones, He Yining’s eyes were already misty. She didn’t quite understand why she couldn’t bite, but she could hear Ming Sian’s unhappiness.

Why?

She looked at Ming Sian’s lips, her hand reaching back to stroke the burning gland at the nape of her neck. The constantly overflowing pheromones were devouring her reason.

He Yining believed she was conscious, just less able to think. She knew that once the heat exploded, pheromones would very quickly devour an Omega’s reason. She had tried before, wanting to see how long she could endure without suppressants; though the process was difficult, she had successfully remained clear-headed.

This time she was wondering just how much resistance she had against Ming Sian’s pheromones.

As it turned out, she had not a shred. In just a few minutes, she was controlled to this extent; this was something she could not tolerate.

Upon hearing Ming Sian’s stern voice, He Yining regained a moment of clarity.

Scolding her?

Ming Sian was scolding her?

A flash of grievance appeared in the depths of He Yining’s eyes. Then she lunged at Ming Sian even more fiercely, intending to bite down savagely, but she overlooked her own strength.

In Ming Sian’s view, the woman was like a baby—looking fierce, but at a glance, she hadn’t even grown teeth and had zero offensive power.

She let He Yining gnaw on her neck, ducking away helplessly. “Truly stubborn.”

She cupped He Yining’s face, examining it closely, only feeling the woman was cute. She was also crazy—having been bitten, she still thought the person biting her was cute.

Truly mad. She had thought He Yining was cute several times now; where was such a cold woman cute?

Seeing the Eldest Miss getting restless again, driven by pheromones, the Eldest Miss became much more proactive. She was no longer like before—a languid cat lazily letting her be served.

Their pheromones surged in the room. Ming Sian was also trying her best to control herself; under the temptation of the cold cedar in the snow, her eyes grew blurry.

Ming Sian’s lack of immediate action caused He Yining’s dissatisfaction, leading her to embrace her tightly in a state of self-unrest.

“Ming Sian,” the woman murmured her name.

“Mm~” Ming Sian hummed in response. She was very willing to be at the Eldest Miss’s service.

However, she thought a bit wickedly: was there a possibility to see the Eldest Miss lose herself, to see the Eldest Miss infatuated with her?

The lights weren’t off; unlike before, the two weren’t forced to be intertwined in the dark, unable to see each other clearly.

Under the lights, He Yining held Ming Sian’s head tightly. Her vision was black; whether the lights were on or off seemed to make little difference.

Ming Sian felt He Yining was retaliating against her or had discovered her little scheme, actually pressing her whole body down.

She finally managed to break free, and the Eldest Miss adjusted her posture, sitting on her abdomen, frowning like a queen—looking dissatisfied with her.

After some adjustment, He Yining’s nightgown had shifted to her waist. Ming Sian looked up at the ceiling.

Maybe it would be better to turn off the lights.

If the lights were off, at least she wouldn’t be as embarrassed—not exactly embarrassed, just too shy to look.

With reddened ears, Ming Sian met He Yining’s gaze.

Inexplicably, she felt He Yining wasn’t as dazed as she appeared; there was always a trace of clarity in her eyes.

She froze for a moment, then sat up with a laugh, facing He Yining. “Sister’s pheromones are so dominant.”

He Yining hooked her arms around Ming Sian’s shoulders from under her armpits, then pressed her chin on her own hands. Her lips would brush against Ming Sian’s ear from time to time.

“You don’t like it?” Knowing her disguise was discovered, He Yining used her index finger to lift Ming Sian’s chin, adjusting her face slightly. While leaning on her shoulder, she could see her profile.

“Of course I like it.” At a time like this, there was no need to be stingy with sweet talk.

Between them, except for times like this when they could open up half their hearts, they were deeply guarded at all other times.

Pressed together like this, Ming Sian’s peripheral vision could only see He Yining’s lips. Neither could see the other’s eyes, nor know if the other’s expression was cold or strained while speaking.

But that wasn’t important. What was important was that she could make He Yining lose control.

“Sister seems to… crave it very much.”

Ming Sian’s words weren’t direct enough. Knowing He Yining was still conscious, she was actually bolder than when the other lost her reason.

He Yining chuckled against her shoulder, sounding very happy. “You talk too much, Ming Sian.”

“In such a hurry?”

“You can’t do it?”

“Hmph.”

Ming Sian gave a light snort, not rushing to refute. It wasn’t the first time; she would only become more skilled.

She suddenly tilted her head and covered He Yining’s lips. Now it was her turn.

He Yining’s hands on her shoulders suddenly tightened, and she involuntarily squeezed against her, as if wanting to merge the two of them together.

A tingling, soft sensation began to spread from her lips.

Ming Sian carefully felt the intense changes in her body, along with the pain in her shoulders, which made her kiss even more intense.

Perhaps having kissed for too long, He Yining tapped her back twice with force. Only then did she back away slightly.

“I told you you were in a hurry.” At a time like this, Ming Sian still wouldn’t admit defeat.

He Yining’s eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her body was exceptionally hot.

To Ming Sian, He Yining’s body felt quite cool; after all, she was the one truly hot. A wave of heat seemed to gather at the nape of her neck, spreading through her whole body and making her entire being heat up.

Suddenly, a heavy rain began to pour outside. Only then did Ming Sian realize her window wasn’t closed.

She felt she had a bit of a problem; despite the house’s powerful ventilation system circulating fresh air, she always felt that mechanical operation wasn’t as good as manually opening a window to let in the natural breeze.

So as soon as she returned, she opened the window on the balcony. She left a gap in the door leading to the balcony and had also opened the bedroom window slightly so fresh air could enter without making the room cold.

The rain blocked their voices from carrying outside, but it couldn’t make their ears hear only the sound of rain; their ears even filtered out the rain, leaving only each other’s voices.

Perhaps because the lights were on, she couldn’t get into the mood. Ming Sian reached out and turned off the lights in the room. The light from outside slipped through the gap in the balcony door, adding a trace of dim light to the dark room—it wasn’t total darkness.

Reflected on the curtains were two intertwined figures; the rain drowned out the dense sounds.

Worried about touching He Yining’s wounds, the two sat facing each other. Her long, ink-like hair often fell on the tip of Ming Sian’s nose.

What a fragrant woman.

He Yining held Ming Sian very tightly, so there was no gap between them.

Ming Sian only knew she really liked the fragrance at the tip of her nose; she wanted to take more.

Spring hadn’t arrived yet, and the weather was still icy. Luckily the window wasn’t open wide; the threads of cold wind entering served to relieve their burning heat.

After an unknown amount of time, Ming Sian put on a bathrobe, got up to close all the windows, and then turned on the lights.

He Yining was fast asleep with her eyes closed. Forget turning on the lights—even if Ming Sian shouted a few times, she wouldn’t even open her eyes.

Ming Sian brushed aside the wet strands of hair scattered across He Yining’s forehead. “Eldest Miss, shall I take you to wash up?”

“…”

Unsurprisingly, the only response was silence.

But letting the Eldest Miss sleep like this would surely lead to a cold tomorrow.

Ming Sian could only wrap the Eldest Miss in a bathrobe and carry her into the bathroom for a gentle wipe-down; a bath was definitely out of the question since she still had wounds on her back.

Originally, she thought that because the Eldest Miss was injured, she should be gentler. But halfway through the tossing, she completely forgot her initial intention.

Especially with He Yining’s voice in her ear, she accidentally failed to continue the gentleness.

Furthermore, He Yining during her heat was, compared to her usual self, simply mad.

Ming Sian carried He Yining out of the bathroom and placed her on the single sofa beside the bed, asking in a low voice, “Shall I carry you back to your room?”

After the wash-up, although He Yining’s eyes were still tightly closed, she wasn’t completely in a deep sleep. “No~”

“Then sleep here with me?”

“Mm~”

He Yining’s murmur sounded like it came from a dream; she might not even know what she was saying.

“Alright.”

Ming Sian quickly changed the bedding, then picked up He Yining and placed her on the bed, slowly letting her sit down before helping her flip over.

Currently, He Yining still had to sleep face down.

Having settled all this, Ming Sian finally turned off the light and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When she came out after washing, He Yining heard her movement and spoke with a raspy voice, “Thirsty.”

Ming Sian, just as she sat on the bed, immediately went to pour two glasses of water, thoughtfully using a straw cup for He Yining.

After He Yining finished drinking, she drained the water in her own glass, then filled the straw thermos with room-temperature water and placed it where He Yining could reach it.

Having done all this, she covered He Yining with a silk quilt—it was light enough not to disturb the wounds—but she still specifically left the area of the wounds exposed.

Last time at the He manor, the two had slept in one room, but they hadn’t shared a bed.

Ming Sian sat cross-legged beside He Yining, staring blankly at the person already fast asleep. She guaranteed that if He Yining woke up at this moment, she would surely be startled and might even give her a punch.

She lowered her eyes with a smile and glanced at the time. In winter, dawn comes late; it wouldn’t be light until six or seven.

There were still three or four hours until dawn. She lay straight beside He Yining but simply couldn’t fall asleep.

Speaking of which, this was their first time sleeping together. The person beside her was sleeping face down, and she lay as straight as a soldier, terrified of touching the person next to her.

Whether she was worried about touching He Yining’s wounds or afraid that touching her would make her unable to control herself, Ming Sian’s heart was very clear—she even knew the ratio of the two.

She turned her head, searching for He Yining’s figure in the dark. In fact, in total darkness, she could see nothing.

Ming Sian pressed her phone, and the screen lit up. With light injected into the darkness, she saw He Yining’s face.

One second, two seconds… ten seconds. The room returned to darkness.

At the same time, the phone screen lit up again.

Ming Sian felt she was close to being a lunatic, playing with the phone screen instead of sleeping, until the phone had no charge left and shut down completely.

Only then did she suddenly remember that she had forgotten to charge her phone when she got back. The phone with a sliver of charge left had only been enough for her to light up the screen a few more times.

She was amused by her own behavior; it really was a bit inexplicable.

The vision fell into darkness again. Beside her, He Yining’s breathing was even. She turned on her side to look over, even though she could see nothing.

Ming Sian felt like a perverted woman hidden in the dark peeping at a goddess—unable to see anything, yet full of longing.

She curled her lips in a smile. She never denied being moved. If one had to deny their own heart in the dead of night, that would be truly terrible.

She always faced her desires directly and then restrained them. Only by being able to restrain the deepest desires in one’s heart can one avoid making major mistakes.

As a lawyer—a famous one at that—one often has to face temptation. Facing one’s desires and then restraining them is a form of spiritual practice.

What if one is controlled by desire? At least so far, Ming Sian hadn’t encountered a desire she couldn’t restrain.

But… if possible, setting everything else aside and speaking only of the two of them, she wanted to stay by He Yining’s side.

Some things couldn’t be shaken off. He Yining couldn’t give up the He family, and she couldn’t accept becoming a member of the He family.

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Ming Sian didn’t know how she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, the spot beside her was already cold.

Where was He Yining?

She got up and pulled open the curtains, even banging her leg. Without checking it, she walked out of the room.

There was no sign of He Yining outside. She waited in the living room in a daze for a while before seeing He Yining walk out of her own room while wiping her hair.

He Yining was very surprised. When she opened her eyes and found someone beside her—the sky outside was faintly light, and through the glimmer, she found it was Ming Sian—she was completely stunned.

She actually hadn’t returned to her room last night, but had slept with Ming Sian?

Scenes from last night surfaced in He Yining’s mind. she was so tired she didn’t even have the strength to move a finger; she had let Ming Sian serve her throughout the entire process. Later, it seemed she herself had been unwilling to return to her room.

Seeing the water on the bedside table, she seemed to have commanded Ming Sian as well.

Her image…

He Yining was silent for a long time. When the scent of Ming Sian’s pheromones grew stronger at the tip of her nose, she hurriedly got out of bed.

She was still in her heat period. After the relief of last night, she wasn’t as uncomfortable now, but that didn’t mean she could remain unscathed when Ming Sian was beside her.

Stepping out of the room, the sweetness of the cherry rum that infatuated her gradually vanished, and the heat in her body slowly receded.

He Yining returned to her room and stood before the full-length mirror, staring indifferently at herself. It turned out she was out of control when meeting Ming Sian during her heat.

In previous heats, she could control herself—at least she wouldn’t lose her head and speak to someone with such a soft voice.

Ming Sian wouldn’t think she was acting spoiled, would she?

He Yining looked at herself gloomily with a subtle expression, thinking she had lost face.

She took a deep breath, checked the wounds on her back, felt she could touch water, and went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Only after the water poured over her head did she feel much better.

She still cared about her injuries; after quickly washing her hair, she reluctantly walked out of the room.

She was a bit miffed. She was the one losing face, yet Ming Sian was still sleeping soundly? Clearly she had been the more tired one yesterday.

To her surprise, as soon as the door opened, she saw Ming Sian outside.

The other party actually gave her a dry laugh. “I want to drink water.”

Did drinking water require a report?

Ming Sian also hadn’t expected that just as she was searching for He Yining, she would be caught red-handed.

At this time, Ali walked in with a weary face. She had slept in the car all night. The Eldest Miss was in heat, and the aunt hadn’t come; as a bodyguard/part-time assistant, she couldn’t come up either. Fearing something might happen to the Eldest Miss, she slept in the car.

This morning the Eldest Miss still had to return to the He manor for ancestral worship. She was told to come up at six to pick her up, only to see Ming Sian and the Eldest Miss staring at each other. Should she not have come in at this time?

Ali: “…”

Seeing both of them turn their gazes toward her simultaneously, Ali awkwardly raised her hand. “Good morning, Eldest Miss. Good morning, Miss Ming.”

A smile appeared on Ming Sian’s face. “Good morning.”

She pretended to be relaxed and went to pour a glass of water, draining it in one go by the water bar. It was obvious she was truly thirsty.

He Yining was silent. She tilted her chin, signaling Ali to go prepare breakfast.

Ali strode into the kitchen as if escaping. She missed Aunt Zhang. With Aunt Zhang there, there would at least be one person to share this faint, lingering awkward atmosphere with her.

Enduring-in-silence Ali quickly escaped to the kitchen. Once the door closed, she felt the whole world had gone quiet.

Ming Sian watched He Yining out of the corner of her eye, only then realizing her hair was wet.

“You took a shower?” Ming Sian frowned. She still had injuries; if she washed herself and accidentally touched the wounds, what would happen?

He Yining nodded.

“Didn’t the doctor say you couldn’t touch water for a week?”

Ming Sian’s brow furrowed deep, her gaze accusing He Yining of not knowing how to cherish her body.

He Yining stood in a place without light. “Are you managing me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Ming Sian countered, then spoke: “Sister is my fiancée now, at least in name.”

“Concern in name?”

“You could think of it that way.”

He Yining’s gaze suddenly turned very cold, but Ming Sian was not at all afraid.

She and He Yining were equals. Owing money didn’t mean she had to be cautious or even subservient. Presumably, He Yining wouldn’t like her being like that either.

As if thinking of this, Ming Sian spoke up: “Or does Lawyer Ning think I’m a canary you’re keeping, and you’re my ‘sugar mama’ and I should be gentle and submissive?”

Faced with her refusal to yield an inch, He Yining suddenly laughed. “If you’re willing to call me ‘Mama,’ that might not be out of the question.”

Ming Sian: “…” Was that the point?

“Does Lawyer He care so little about her own body?”

“Isn’t it enough that you care?”

What kind of talk is that!!! For the first time, Ming Sian felt that communicating with He Yining was this difficult.

She was about to get angry again, but when her gaze touched the hickeys on Ming Sian’s neck, the fire was instantly extinguished. They couldn’t exactly argue right after sleeping together.

“Fine. Check the wounds on my back for me.”

“No.”

He Yining refused firmly. Scolding her and still wanting her to be obedient? Wishful thinking.

Ming Sian was truly frustrated to the point of laughter. She could only soften her tone. “May I ask, Great Lawyer Ning, if I can blow-dry your hair, check your wounds while I’m at it, and then apply medicine?”

He Yining stared at her silently, saying nothing.

“May I ask, Barrister He Yining, can I?”

Silence…

Ming Sian grew determined, her voice rising significantly. “Sister, it’s me begging you, insisting on seeing them, alright?”

“Mm.”

Ming Sian: “…” Truly mad.