After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 18

I Suggest You Dote On Me More.

After Zhou Zhou left, Yu Luo turned back to look at Qi Song, as if she had just remembered something.

A rare hint of guilt appeared on her usually calm and composed face. She shuffled a few steps closer, pressing up against Qi Song’s side. “I was wrong.”

Qi Song slowly turned her head to glance at her, asking coolly, “What is it?”

“I promised you before that I wouldn’t touch anyone else’s head…” Yu Luo reflected in a low voice, biting her rosy lip. “I accidentally forgot just now.”

But whether it was intentional or accidental, only Yu Luo knew for sure.

“Whose head you touch has nothing to do with me.”

Qi Song’s smile was cold. She glanced imperceptibly at the hand that had touched Zhou Zhou’s head. “You don’t actually think I’d care, do you?”

“Is that so.” Yu Luo’s gaze fell on a certain someone’s face, which, despite pretending to be unconcerned, was so obviously sulking.

“But,” she blinked gently, exposing the truth, “you look like you’re dying over it.”

“……”

Seeing Qi Song fall silent, Yu Luo bit her lip, tempting a certain someone to punish her. “Want to bite me to vent your anger?”

Qi Song’s eyelashes trembled.

In truth, ever since she transmigrated into the book, she had felt the original host’s residual influence several times.

For instance, the multiple times she had gone soft on Yu Luo, or the astonishing tacit understanding she and Yu Luo had during the quiz game last time.

But never had it been as intense as it was at this very moment—

A sour feeling welled up in her heart, an extreme sense of being wronged, just because Yu Luo had patted someone else’s head while comforting them.

And this was merely some promise between the original host and Yu Luo.

Now that she had figured this out, she should have been able to quickly regain her composure, just as she had decisively snuffed out the original host’s love-addled brain before—

But she couldn’t.

Her heart was still a mess of conflicting emotions, a chaotic brew of sourness and bitterness fermenting within.

Yu Luo gazed at Qi Song, the smile on her lips slowly fading.

“…I’m sorry.”

She sighed softly, raising her two slender arms to wrap them around the back of Qi Song’s neck, her body pressing in close.

She explained earnestly, “I didn’t touch anyone else’s head, I was just teasing you…”

A moment ago, when she wanted to comfort Zhou Zhou, she had indeed raised her hand.

But she had reacted on instinct almost immediately. Her hand paused just as it was about to land on Zhou Zhou’s hair, and she changed its destination at the last second, patting Zhou Zhou’s shoulder instead.

It was just that she realized Qi Song’s perspective could easily lead to a misunderstanding. So, for a certain mischievous purpose, she went with the flow and feigned guilt to provoke Qi Song a little—

It would be best if she acted like she cared, to let her know that this person hadn’t forgotten their promise.

It would be best if she came over and bit her fiercely.

But she hadn’t expected Qi Song to be this upset.

So, her hand slid up Qi Song’s neck to gently caress the top of her head, skillfully rubbing it a few times—with the same technique and pressure she had always used to soothe her.

As expected, this move was always incredibly effective. The slightly stiff body of the young woman in her arms visibly relaxed.

“I shouldn’t have teased you with this.” Yu Luo tilted her head slightly and pressed a light kiss to Qi Song’s lips, her voice as clear and cool as water. “I’ve always remembered, and I’ve kept our promise. Forgive me, okay?”

Qi Song’s heart was beating too fast.

She seriously suspected this body was a machine that could be controlled at will, as long as the woman before her followed the right steps.

Otherwise, why was it that after just a few simple words and a bit of intimacy from Yu Luo, the sour, heavy feeling in her heart had so spinelessly dissipated, only to be filled with a fluffy sense of joy?

But how could she possibly admit that?

“There’s nothing to forgive or not forgive.”

Qi Song took a few steps back, forcefully suppressing the inexplicable joy in her heart, and looked at Yu Luo with a blank expression. “Don’t cross the line. Our relationship isn’t one where we need to get hung up on this kind of issue.”

She saw the tender expression on the Omega’s face freeze for a moment.

Qi Song averted her gaze, feeling a little guilty.

Yu Luo stared at her, her lips moving as if to speak, but she swallowed the words she was about to say: “But I saw the corner of your mouth secretly curl up.”

Forget it. Better to save a certain someone a little face.

So, Yu Luo lowered her lashes to hide her smile and stood there in silence for a moment.

Qi Song thought she would get angry or say something vague and cryptic, but instead, she just seemed to sigh with a hint of dejection. “We still have to film the variety show this afternoon. Let’s go take a nap.”

With that, she turned and walked toward the bed.

Taotao was sleeping on the left side of the bed, so Yu Luo lay down quietly in the middle.

Qi Song glanced at the camera, its red light indicating it had resumed recording, and had no choice but to climb onto the bed and lie down beside Yu Luo.

But sleep was hard to come by.

The image of Yu Luo’s silent expression after being met with her cold face, and the lonely sight of her back as she turned away, seemed to be seared into her mind, impossible to erase.

She stared at the ceiling. After a while, she cautiously turned her head to the right and saw the woman’s serene side profile.

Yu Luo’s breathing was even and steady; she must have already fallen asleep.

Qi Song’s gaze drifted from her stunning facial contours to the fair, white ear peeking out from her hair.

She didn’t know what she was looking at, nor what the surging heat and stuffiness in her heart were. Her mind was a muddled, throbbing mess.

And all of it came to an abrupt halt when Yu Luo suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at her.

“……” Caught off guard, Qi Song instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.

Realizing too late what a blatant act of self-deception this was, she felt a surge of embarrassment and was even more reluctant to open her eyes and face the situation.

“You’ve been staring at me while I sleep, and that doesn’t count as crossing the line?”

Yu Luo raised a hand, her fingertip tapping on Qi Song’s closed eyelid, causing her long, thick lashes to flutter like a fan.

Qi Song still didn’t open her eyes, insisting stubbornly, “I was just taking a random look.”

“A random look?”

Yu Luo’s gaze shifted, finally landing on Qi Song’s rosy lips.

Just a light touch earlier hadn’t been very satisfying.

So, she said meaningfully, “But this is a paid service, you know.”

Paid?

While Qi Song was still pondering what kind of fee she meant, a fragrant scent washed over her, and a sudden pain bloomed on her lips.

After “collecting her fee,” Yu Luo pulled back, only to see the young woman before her abruptly open her eyes, her bright, beautiful face showing a hint of displeasure. “Who gave you permission to bite—”

Before she could finish, she was interrupted—

“Go on, be as fierce with me as you want.”

Yu Luo said softly. She was clearly the one who had bitten first, yet now her cool voice held a hint of grievance, a touch of pity.

And the moment Qi Song heard that tone, her mood softened by reflex, and she forgot the question she was about to ask.

“Wanna bet?” An emotion as deep as the sea rippled in Yu Luo’s eyes, her voice laced with certainty.

“Qi Song, however fierce you are to me now is how much you’ll regret it later.”

“I’m giving you a kind reminder now.” Yu Luo raised her hand, the pad of her finger stroking Qi Song’s lips, which she had bitten to an exceptional shade of red. Her tone was as intimate as a bewitchment. “I suggest you dote on me more.”

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The author has something to say:

A certain someone’s life of being completely wrapped around their wife’s finger (not).

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