After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Was Pampered by a Paranoid Omega - Chapter 6

“No way, if I let go, you’ll run.”

Despite her tough talk, Bai Manruo still got off her; she was mostly afraid that this person might actually bite if she went crazy. Bai Manruo gripped the woman’s arm deathly tight, giving her zero chance to escape.

Feeling the person pressing down on her leave, Ji Yingqing took a deep breath and slowly sat up. Her clothes were a wet, wrinkled mess. Ji Yingqing’s brow furrowed; the damp fabric clinging to her skin was incredibly uncomfortable.

But with a “life-sized doll” hanging off her arm, Ji Yingqing couldn’t pull away. She frowned, tugging irritably at her dripping top.

In the darkness, Bai Manruo could tell the other woman’s clothes were just as soaked as hers. It seemed she really had made a mess of her just now.

Clinging to the arm, Bai Manruo attempted to shift the blame: “It’s uncomfortable wearing wet clothes, right? If it weren’t for you, neither of us would be wet.”

“You’re the one who set the water basin.”

Silence hung in the air for a few seconds.

Seeing her fall silent out of guilt, Ji Yingqing raised an eyebrow. The irritability caused by the wet clothes eased slightly.

The night wind blew in through the window, and Bai Manruo couldn’t help but shiver. The gland at the nape of her neck trembled slightly, and a faint scent of cedarwood pheromones began to drift through the air.

Bai Manruo suddenly felt her mouth go dry, and her body began to grow feverish.

Ji Yingqing’s newly calmed heart was disturbed again. The faint cedar scent swirled around her, the pheromones growing heavier by the second. Realizing something was wrong, Ji Yingqing suppressed the desire rising in her heart and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, “What’s wrong with you?”

Bai Manruo thought her body was far too delicate—just a bit of cold wind in wet clothes and she’d caught a cold.

“Nothing, just a bit dizzy. Must be a cold.” Even though she felt terrible, she didn’t forget her mission. “Don’t you think you can use this as a chance to escape.”

Just a cold?

Ji Yingqing could feel the skin touching her growing hotter and hotter. The cedar-scented pheromones in the air became stiflingly thick. With a slight exertion of force, Ji Yingqing pulled her arm out of the girl’s tight grip.

She stared with deep, dark eyes at the struggling, soft-moaning Bai Manruo, saying word for word: “You didn’t take an inhibitor?”

This was clearly a heat cycle. Luckily, she had run into her; if she were alone outside in the middle of the night, the consequences would be unthinkable.

“What inhibitor? Ugh, I feel so bad…” Bai Manruo felt her body becoming increasingly restless, and the gland at her nape throbbed with a hard, aching pain.

Bai Manruo felt like her head was going to explode. Waves of heat spread from her heart, burning all the way to her brain. She curled into a ball in distress, her head spinning as her consciousness faded. Through the haze, she saw a woman—pale-skinned and just as beautiful as herself, but with a cold expression.

Ji Yingqing turned on the lights and made a call. Within minutes, doctors arrived in a rush. They usually stayed in the villa area, ready to come whenever Ji Yingqing’s condition flared up.

They hadn’t expected the patient wouldn’t be Miss Ji this time. Upon entering, the doctor stepped into a puddle of water. Only then did she notice the room was a disaster—water was everywhere, on the sheets and clothes.

She remembered clearly that Miss Ji had a germaphobic streak, yet now, not only were Miss Ji’s clothes soaked, but the suffering Alpha on the bed was also drenched, with the white sheets crumpled into a wet mess.

The doctors marveled inwardly; they hadn’t realized Miss Ji had such “tastes.”

However, they didn’t dare say a word. They hurried over with their medical kits to check the person on the bed. The Alpha’s clothes were soaked, but she had been wrapped in a sheet—likely Ji Yingqing’s doing.

Admittedly, they were stunned by Bai Manruo’s face at first sight; even in pain, she was beautiful.

Ji Yingqing stood to the side. “How is she?”

The doctor removed her gloves and closed the kit. “Rest assured, Miss Ji. She is indeed in heat. We’ve administered an inhibitor. She just needs plenty of rest.”

Sunlight streamed in through the window. The person on the bed blearily opened her eyes, rubbing her head and groaning, “Ouch, my head hurts.”

Bai Manruo looked at the sun outside. It was already the next morning. She remembered clearly that she had been out to catch someone last night.

Where is this bedroom? It definitely wasn’t her room. She pulled back the covers and realized her clothes had been changed.

Confused, she scanned the room. Suddenly, her eyes landed on a familiar painting and she remembered. This was the third floor—the very room where the thief had smashed the vase.

Bai Manruo wondered: Did that person take care of me after I fainted last night? Otherwise, she didn’t remember changing out of those wet clothes. The pajamas she was wearing weren’t hers either—one look at the fabric told her it was something she could never afford.

Even if the “thief” had done those things, it didn’t mean the matter of playing ghost to scare her was over.

Just as Bai Manruo came down from the third floor, she stopped at the first floor. She saw someone sitting on the sofa in the main hall. The person was facing away from her, making it impossible to see her face from this angle.

The person on the sofa was leisurely sipping coffee.

This thief has some nerve, lounging around like this in broad daylight.

Seeing her looking so relaxed, a mischievous glint flashed in Bai Manruo’s eyes. She picked up her shoes and crept down the stairs. Just as she reached the back of the sofa, ready to jump out and get her revenge, Butler Li appeared out of nowhere.

She caught Bai Manruo standing right behind Ji Yingqing’s sofa, looking suspicious while holding her dirty shoes.

Butler Li’s brow locked. She said sternly, “What are you doing?”

Seeing the butler, Bai Manruo immediately dropped her shoes and ran over. She pointed at the person on the sofa, looking at Butler Li with excitement. “It’s her! This is the person! she’s been sneaking into the castle to live on the third floor, and she likes to come out at night playing ghost to scare people.”

Now I have the witness and the evidence. She can’t run.

Bai Manruo smiled triumphantly and turned to look at the sofa.

However, a surge of guilt hit her. She had only encountered this person in the dark; she had never actually seen the thief’s face. Although she remembered the arms wrapped around her waist vividly—nearly bloodless and pale, with blue-purple veins clear against the bony palms—many people have pale skin. That didn’t prove anything. She had never seen the face.

But the moment Bai Manruo saw her face, her heart skipped a beat. A flash of awe sparked in her eyes.

The person on the sofa was just as beautiful as Bai Manruo, though they possessed entirely different styles of beauty. When the woman looked down, her long, thick lashes cast a shadow. She had a high bridge to her nose and deep, sculpted features. Hidden beneath deep sockets were a pair of light grey eyes, and her thin lips formed a perfect M-shape.

She had distinct Western features, but her face shape was softened by Eastern beauty. She exuded an aura of mystery and allure. Even without speaking, just one look at her face was enough to make one’s heart race.

However, her skin was overly pale—transparently white, almost glowing under the sunlight. If she sat there perfectly still, one might mistake her for an exquisite human sculpture.

The person on the sofa took a slow sip of water. Her hydrated lips were tinged with a faint, reddish hue, and her philtrum was full and rounded.

She must look beautiful when she smiles.

Staring at her lips, that thought suddenly flashed through Bai Manruo’s mind.