After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 28

How About Going to Sleep with Jiejie?

“What are you going to do?”

As soon as Qi Song turned around, the corner of her clothes was tugged by the person behind her.

“You just finished hugging me, and now you’re leaving me here.”

The woman’s cool, clear voice was lowered slightly, tinged with a hint of grievance as it seemed to weave itself into the deep darkness of the night.

Qi Song’s breathing grew heavier.

She lowered her gaze and saw Yu Luo’s snow-white fingertips clutching tightly at the fabric of her shirt in a way that felt a little clingy.

It was as if a feather had tickled her heart, stirring up an itch.

She closed her eyes for a moment, her lips moved slightly before she spoke, her voice a little hoarse, “I’m going to take a suppressant.”

“……Oh.” The fingers on her shirt obediently let go.

Yu Luo said softly, “Then you go ahead. I’ll wait for you.”

Qi Song opened her mouth, wanting to say “don’t wait.” But she had a feeling that if she said even a few more words to Yu Luo, the inexplicable itch in her heart would become unbearable.

In fact, that itch was already spreading, slowly brewing into a heat that was difficult to control.

As if fleeing, she quickly retreated, rummaged through her suitcase to find the suppressant, and then slipped into the bathroom.

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The tip of the needle pierced the skin on the back of her neck, and a vial of suppressant was injected into her gland.

Qi Song closed her eyes, feeling the direct and brutal suppressive effect of the injection. The surging, complex emotions were flattened, the blazing fire doused.

It had to be because her susceptible period was approaching.

Yu Luo had only casually flirted with her a few times these past few days, yet it had already made her act as if she were bewitched, doing so many incomprehensible things——the kiss she failed to push away, following the other woman’s camera lens as if possessed, the hug she had given of her own accord.

She refused to believe she could fall for a woman who had hidden things from the body’s original owner, had a child with someone else, and then, upon meeting again, did nothing but flirt without offering any explanation, therefore these things were unrelated to love; nor did she believe she could be so base as to crave the body of an Omega she did not love, therefore this was also unrelated to desire/lust.

There seemed to be only one explanation——the original owner’s body was failing her, and with the susceptible period approaching, it was instinctively a little clingy toward its ex-girlfriend and white moonlight¹.

Immediately after the injection, it was like entering sage time² post-climax; one becomes completely devoid of wants or desires, listless and languid.

Qi Song let out a light breath, satisfied to feel the peace in her body and mind once again.

She felt that even if Yu Luo said something improper to her now, her heart could remain as still water³, and she could handle it with ease.

In this exceptionally calm and clear state of mind, Qi Song confidently pushed open the bathroom door, only to see Yu Luo standing by the bed, slipping out of her bathrobe.

Her steps faltered, and her eyelashes immediately trembled.

Underneath the bathrobe, Yu Luo was surprisingly not wearing the conservative, matching-style pajamas from the show’s recording.

The woman was wearing a black slip dress, which outlined her graceful and slender figure. The hemline was above her knees, revealing a pair of long, slender, and straight legs.

The slip dress used very little fabric, and large expanses of fair, delicate skin were alluring and eye-catching under the warm light of the bedside lamp.

Hanging the bathrobe on the standing coat rack to the side, Yu Luo casually ran her fingers through her long, black, wavy hair. A few strands brushed against her delicate collarbones and her shoulders, which were as lustrous as jade.

The strap on one of her shoulders slid down.

She glanced down at it but didn’t pull it back up.

She just let half of the neckline hang precariously, revealing a hint of fullness.

A soft sound came from ahead. She looked up and saw Qi Song standing in the bathroom doorway.

The corners of her lips curved up. She leisurely extended a hand, her slender, pale fingertips beckoning. Her crimson lips parted and closed, appearing to say——

Come to bed.

Qi Song’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her breathing felt as if it were being pulled by something, becoming difficult and heavy.

The sense of calm and composure from the suppressant just moments ago felt like a mere illusion. Otherwise, how could she have so disgracefully and rapidly plunged back into that inexpressible heat?

Seeing Qi Song standing motionless in the bathroom doorway, her cheeks and ears visibly flushing pink, Yu Luo gently raised an eyebrow.

She lifted her foot and began to walk toward Qi Song, step by step, only to see the other person suddenly seem to snap back to her senses.

As if fleeing in defeat, she spun around, quickly ducked back into the bathroom, and shut the door.

Yu Luo’s steps faltered, and she stared at the bathroom door, slightly stunned.

A moment later, she lowered her gaze and sighed, a mix of amusement and helplessness in her voice, “Coward.”

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Rummaging through the bathroom trash can late at night——it couldn’t be described as anything but pathetic.

Qi Song frowned, taking out the outer packaging of the suppressant she had just used.

After some searching, she finally found the production date and expiration date——

Confirmed. It hadn’t expired.

Qi Song squatted there, lost in thought for a moment, before tossing the packaging back into the trash can.

She stood up and carefully washed her hands twice with soap. She stared silently at the mirror for a few seconds, then let out another heavy breath.

She didn’t believe it.

It must have expired.

Qi Song decisively confirmed this judgment in her heart. And yet, there was a guilty conscience somewhere inside her, making her linger in the bathroom for a long while, unwilling to come out.

She hoped Yu Luo would get tired of waiting and go to sleep first.

The early autumn night was slightly cool, and Qi Song hadn’t brought her phone, so she could only sit in the bathroom in a daze.

Her mind was irrationally occupied by the woman’s graceful figure from moments before, creating the illusion that she was craving Yu Luo.

But, in reality, she was just nearing her susceptible period and had used an expired suppressant. That was all.

Qi Song didn’t know how quickly or slowly time was passing, nor how long she had been in there. But what made her heart tremble was that whether it had been a few minutes or half an hour, she had been thinking about Yu Luo the entire time.

Even when she carefully tried to avoid it, after a little while, her thoughts would circle back to her.

One moment, it was the image of the corners of her lips curving up, her eyes holding a starlit smile; the next, it was the image of her fingertips, pinched white, looking lonely and dejected.

……And the fallen shoulder strap.

Qi Song was alarmed to realize that the suppressant hadn’t just expired; it was probably poisoned, too. It had poisoned her A-virtue mute.

Just as she was lost in her muddled thoughts, the bathroom door was suddenly knocked on gently.

The sound seemed to knock directly on her heart, making Qi Song’s breath catch, her heartbeat suddenly quicken, and the blood rush through her veins.

She didn’t move immediately, remaining frozen where she sat. But she was faintly worried that the other person would stubbornly keep waiting.

Qi Song pressed her lips together, took several deep breaths, and finally, having no other choice, stood up and forced herself to move to the door.

Her hand grasped the handle, and with some hesitation, she pressed down and pulled it open——

She deliberately fixed her gaze on a point on the floor to avoid facing a certain kind of impact directly.

But in her peripheral vision, she noticed that Yu Luo was wearing a lovely, creamy yellow.

It was that set of long-sleeved, long-panted, matching-style cotton pajamas.

Qi Song froze for a second, then raised her eyes to look at Yu Luo.

“Alright, you little coward, I’ve changed out of the slip dress.”

The light from the bathroom illuminated the gentleness on the woman’s face. Her eyes held a mix of helplessness and indulgence. “Don’t stay in here looking so pitiful. How about you come to sleep with jiejie first, okay?”

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