After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 24

Seeing as you’re being so well-behaved, I’ll forgive you for being stubborn just now.

Taotao woke up very early today.

She sat up with sleepy eyes, tilting her head to look beside her.

She saw Mommy and Mama hugging tightly, clinging together like two little animals, sleeping soundly.

She blinked, feeling a little like she wanted to hug Mommy too.

But her Mama, whom she could only bring home after she was over three years old, how pitiful she was being alone outside before, and she usually didn’t get hugs from Mommy either. It’s only right to let Mama have Mommy more now.

Taotao quickly figured it out and got out of bed by herself to play.

The two people on the bed remained motionless. It wasn’t until the village broadcast began to play music that there was a slight stir.

Qi Song groggily hugged the person in her arms a little tighter, her chin gently nuzzling the soft crown of hair as she slowly opened her eyes.

The proficiency of the action was as if there had been countless mornings where she had woken up just like this.

As her consciousness gradually returned, Qi Song’s hand holding Yu Luo stiffened.

Just as she was about to flee the scene of the crime, the person in her arms caught her red-handed—

“You wouldn’t let me hold you to sleep last night, but when you wake up in the morning, you’re holding me and nuzzling me?”

Yu Luo’s voice carried a hint of laziness from just waking up.~

Qi Song was at a loss for words: “……I just wasn’t fully awake.”

Yu Luo let out a soft hum of a laugh, clearly not believing her. But she didn’t press the issue, only saying: “My foot is uncomfortable, can you carry me to the bathroom to wash up?”

Is it that serious? It couldn’t have gotten inflamed, could it.

Thinking this, Qi Song sat up with some worry to check her foot, only to find that the wound—

Was recovering well, and would disappear if she didn’t look at it soon. How could it possibly be impossible to walk.

“……” With the camera recording, she endured it.

To an outstanding actor, personal emotions are only a secondary matter.

Taotao lifted her head from the corner of the wall and saw Mama carrying Mommy in a princess hold.

Mama is probably really lacking love, holding onto Mommy even during the day and not letting go.

She said in her soft, sweet voice: “Good morning, Mommy, Mama.”

“Good morning, little cub.”

Mommy seemed to be in a very good mood, speaking to her with a beaming smile.

Taotao thus knew that Mommy also liked being held by Mama very much.

Qi Song carried Yu Luo into the bathroom, turned around, and held the door shut.

The bathroom was small, and with only two people left, each other’s breaths were clearly audible.

“You closed the door, what are you trying to do?”

Yu Luo raised a hand to touch Qi Song’s earlobe, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Qi Song’s eyelashes trembled at the touch. She turned her head to meet Yu Luo’s gaze, discovering that the woman’s red lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes held a hint of unknown anticipation and obscure shyness.

……Where has Yu Luo’s mind gone!

Her throat moved. While putting Yu Luo down, she said very righteously: “I just wanted to avoid the camera, so we don’t have to act for the time being.”

After speaking, her gaze fell on Yu Luo’s foot for a moment, emphasizing that a certain someone was using a minor injury that was no hindrance at all to order her around.

“Is that so?”

Yu Luo gazed at her, slowly raising an eyebrow, her tone soft and ambiguous:

“But before, every time you carried me into a room and conveniently closed the door, you always ended up… me…”

“Hurry up and wash!”

With her keen intuition, Qi Song hurriedly cut Yu Luo off—that definitely wasn’t going to be anything proper.

It’s so early in the morning, how can this Omega’s thoughts be so impure.

“Mm,” Yu Luo responded leisurely, her gaze sweeping over Qi Song’s face before she compliantly began to wash up.

Clear morning light spilled in through the window, illuminating the woman’s skin, as delicate as snow.

While brushing her teeth, a dense, milky-white foam piled up at the corner of her lips, and a small bulge formed on one side of her cheek from the toothbrush.

The cool and otherworldly person became concrete and soft amidst these details filled with the breath of life, possessing an inexplicable cuteness.

Qi Song found herself unconsciously recalling the image from last night of Yu Luo with tears hanging from her eyelashes, looking at her pitifully with bare feet, walking over to ask for a hug.

She felt that as soon as she recalled that image, a certain part of her heart would collapse a little.

Just like at this moment, she stared at Yu Luo in the mirror, slightly lost in thought.

After the two finished washing up, Qi Song was walking in front of Yu Luo and was about to open the bathroom door when she suddenly heard the woman behind her let out a low sigh:

“You are so contradictory.”

Qi Song’s hand on the doorknob tightened.

Contradictory? Did Yu Luo discover that she isn’t the original owner?

The moment this thought appeared, her heartbeat instantly quickened, and a sense of nervousness surged in her heart. It seemed to be mixed with a bit of indescribable anticipation.

She forcefully suppressed the turmoil in her heart, turned to look at Yu Luo, and asked, feigning calmness: “What’s wrong?”

Yu Luo gazed at her, her eyes seemingly filled with a sigh: “On one hand, you reject me, but on the other, you look at me with loving eyes. Isn’t that contradictory?”

Qi Song was slightly stunned, then her lips parted and closed, too shocked to speak.

Loving eyes? Since when did I have those.

I haven’t even really looked at Yu Luo, except for just now while washing up, when I glanced a couple of times out of a kind of curious desire to explore…

Qi Song argued in her heart, a faint trace of guilt starting to emerge from somewhere, which she haphazardly stuffed back down.

Under Yu Luo’s almost tangible gaze, she used her acting to shield herself, her expression couldn’t be more righteous: “I didn’t, don’t be so self-indulgently sentimental.”

“Self-indulgently sentimental.”

Yu Luo savored these few words on the tip of her tongue, looking at Qi Song with deep meaning: “Are you saying you don’t like me?”

“……Of course,” Qi Song nodded.

The one with the love-hate entanglement with Yu Luo is the original owner, what does it have to do with me.

Thinking of this, her heart felt inexplicably and faintly wistful. But before she had time to trace the source of this wistfulness, her mind suddenly went blank—

The collar of her pajamas was suddenly grabbed by a hand and pulled down, and immediately after, a softness pressed against her lips, a sweetness that could be tasted without any need for contemplation.

The cool, floral scent of toothpaste drifted between their noses.

As if somewhat annoyed by her previous answer, unlike the usual touch-and-go kisses, Yu Luo kissed with a degree of seriousness and force.

Their lips rubbed and sucked against hers, urgent gasps intertwining, the contact of their skin making tiny sounds, moist, scorching, and ambiguous.

When Qi Song came to her senses, her chest heaved with her breathing. She tried to push her away in a bit of a panic, but Yu Luo seemed to sense it and pressed even closer.

“Don’t move.” Her cool voice contained a slight hoarseness from passion. With her lips still against Qi Song’s, she faintly spoke those two words of command.

Qi Song abruptly froze.

These two words seemed to be carved somewhere in her body. Once spoken by Yu Luo, they would make her lose all will to struggle, leaving only obedient, instinctual submission.

Seeing that Qi Song really wasn’t moving anymore, a starlit smile gradually began to ripple in Yu Luo’s eyes.

Her lips withdrew from Qi Song’s. She raised a hand to her hair, stroking it gently as if coaxing a puppy: “Seeing as you’re being so well-behaved, I’ll forgive you for being stubborn just now.”

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The author has something to say:

Even if the sky falls, everyone doesn’t need to be afraid, Qi Song’s mouth will be there to hold it up-

(Regarding Qi Song’s identity, many previous details have already hinted at it. But it seems many little cuties in the comments section still have doubts, so I’ll explain again here:

This novel does not contain any points that will trigger everyone’s emotional purism, nor is there any talk of a cuckoo occupying the magpie’s nest¹. The affection² now is all real affection, and the sweetness now is all real sweetness. I don’t want to spoil any more, so that’s all I can say for now (bows) (exits dashingly))

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