After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 32

Warming up the tongue.

When Qi Song woke up, she felt weak all over and couldn’t muster any strength.

She slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Last night, she had a long dream. The dream seemed so dazzling and beautiful that when she woke up, her mood was as bright and clear as if she had just experienced a romantic and passionate first love.

But when she tried to recall it, it was just a chaotic blur.

Except for——

“This Jiejie can teach you again.”

“This time, you can’t forget again, okay?”

On the bed, the woman was sitting in her lap, held in her embrace. She parted her lips and ambiguously bit Qi Song’s fingertip, gently, patiently, and with overflowing amorous charm, teaching her how to kiss.

She remembered seriously nodding and saying “okay” in the dream.

So after waking up, even though the rest of the dream was a blur, she still remembered this part.

Qi Song kind of hated herself for being so disappointing¹——

Why was I so obedient to Yu Luo even in my dream? She said not to forget, and I actually remembered it so clearly.

She was helplessly swept up in the details of that scene.

The sensation of the woman biting her fingertip, the moist heat and cloying sweetness as their lips and tongues entangled.

When kissed until she couldn’t take it anymore, Yu Luo would let out whimpers amidst her rapid gasps, whimpers that were both hard to endure and coquettish.

At this thought, Qi Song’s breathing grew unsteady, and her ears faintly became hot and red.

She desperately wanted to avoid those details, but her efforts were futile.

Those scorching gasps, the wet, slippery, warm, and soft sensation of a tongue, the helpless way the woman hooked her arms around her neck when kissed until her body went limp—all of it softly clung to her every thought and feeling.

“Teacher Qi is awake.” A strange female voice came from nearby.

Qi Song’s heart tightened, and her eyelashes fluttered.

Having been involuntarily lost in an embarrassing recollection since waking up, she only now realized she wasn’t in the guest room at Yu Luo’s home.

The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air; it seemed she was in a hospital.

She turned her head and saw a woman in a white coat standing by the bed. A narrow name tag hung on her chest——

Pheromone Department, Jiang Yan².

“You injected an overdose of suppressants. After you fell unconscious, Teacher Yu brought you to the hospital,” Jiang Yan told her.

After speaking, Jiang Yan sighed softly. “Blindly injecting an overdose of suppressants without first establishing a buffer tolerance is very harmful to your body. It can also cause varying degrees of memory loss³. It would be best for you to avoid this next time, Teacher Qi.”

“Are you feeling unwell anywhere right now?”

Qi Song’s lips parted, her throat feeling a little dry.

She cleared her throat and said, “A little weak and feeble.”

“That’s normal,” Jiang Yan explained. “Fortunately, your physical constitution is excellent. Otherwise, a triple dose of suppressants would have been enough to keep you in bed for a week.”

“……”

Qi Song looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated.

I remember only injecting it twice. When was the third time? Could I have woken up in the middle of the night and groggily given myself another shot?

One always feels a bit guilty in front of a doctor for having recklessly harmed one’s own body.

So she couldn’t help but change the subject. “Doctor Jiang, may I ask where Yu Luo is?”

The moment the name 「Yu Luo」 left her lips, certain steamy images resurfaced in her mind, making her jump from her guilt towards the doctor into another kind of guilt entirely.

Then she saw Doctor Jiang say softly, “She’s lying in the room across the hall.”

Qi Song froze, her hand subconsciously clenching the blanket. “What’s wrong with her?”

Jiang Yan didn’t answer immediately, instead looking at her with a meaningful expression.

In that gaze, a thousand guesses instantly flooded Qi Song’s mind. And amidst those guesses, her heart tightened and her breathing grew ragged, beyond her control.

Before she could even process it, she had already gotten out of bed on weak legs, rushed out the door, and stumbled straight toward the room across the hall.

Jiang Yan stood frozen in place, her mouth agape. “Teacher Qi…”

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Time rewound a few hours.

Qi Song had suddenly fallen unconscious, and Yu Luo had brought her to the private hospital she usually visited.

As Yu Luo’s 「personal doctor」⁴, Jiang Yan naturally took on the patient.

After putting Qi Song on an IV drip, she said helplessly to Yu Luo:

“You two really are a matched pair of wives, both addicted to popping⁵ suppressants, are you?”

Yu Luo blinked, feeling that her use of the word 「popping」 was a bit inappropriate.

She was about to retort, but on second thought, she felt it wasn’t entirely without reason.

So in the end, she retracted her words and only said, “How will she be?”

Jiang Yan tilted her head to look at her, raising an eyebrow. “You still have to ask me? Shouldn’t you understand this better than I do?”

Seeing the rare sight of Teacher Yu being rendered speechless, Jiang Yan sighed helplessly:

“Suppressants are no good, but after all these years, I’m not going to try to convince you anymore. I can, however, try to convince your wife.”

Qi Song was fast asleep in the hospital room. Yu Luo bent over and carefully tucked the blanket around her.

As she straightened up, her vision swam for a moment. Yu Luo felt she was at her limit.

She had gone almost two days without sleep.

She glanced at the companion bed nearby and was about to head for it, but she suddenly changed direction.

“Do you have any empty rooms available?” Yu Luo asked Jiang Yan.

“Plenty. The room right across is empty,” Jiang Yan said, puzzled. “You’re not going to sleep in here?”

“Mm.” A small smile slowly formed on Yu Luo’s lips. “If Qi Song wakes up before I do, please tell her I’m lying in the room across the hall. If she asks what’s wrong with me, wait five seconds before telling her it’s because I’m tired.”

Jiang Yan didn’t quite understand this maneuver and asked in utter confusion, “Why?”

“Because she forgot something important,” Yu Luo said airily. “I’m going to punish her by making her worry about me for a bit.”

“……” Jiang Yan was rendered speechless.

She never expected that the ‘bright wind and clear moon after rain’⁶ Teacher Yu would have so many little tricks up her sleeve when it came to love.

But for Yu Luo to want to make Qi Song worry, yet only be willing to let her worry for five seconds—wasn’t that, in itself, a sign of immense love?

Jiang Yan felt like she’d just been fed a mouthful of dog food⁷ and helplessly played along with the couple’s little game.

“Fine. I’ve been hanging around you for so long, I must have picked up some acting skills by now.”

So now, as Qi Song worriedly asked what was wrong with Yu Luo, Jiang Yan summoned the performance of a lifetime, silently gazing at Qi Song with a profound expression.

She silently counted down in her head. Five seconds, four seconds…

And then, caught completely off guard, she saw Qi Song leap out of bed and rush out.

Because of the weakness from the overdose of suppressants, her legs were unsteady, and Qi Song stumbled as she ran.

Then, without pausing, she continued running straight for the room across the hall.

Jiang Yan watched, dumbfounded, at Qi Song’s staggering back, and suddenly realized it wasn’t just Yu Luo who 「loved too much」.

Teacher Qi seems to love Teacher Yu so much, too. In that case, why would she 「forget something important」?

Jiang Yan shook her head and followed after her.

Qi Song pushed open the door and rushed to the bedside in a few quick steps, practically holding her breath as she looked down.

She saw the woman’s fair cheeks glowing with a healthy pink, her lips a rosy red, her skin delicate and radiant.

She looked to be in excellent condition.

She paused, slightly stunned, and raised a hand to gently touch Yu Luo’s cheek as if touching a dream. “……Yu Luo?”

The woman on the bed’s eyelashes fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with the daze of being woken from sleep.

Doctor Jiang followed her in, stepping into the room.

“She was just too tired.” Doctor Jiang’s voice lacked conviction as she gave the belated answer.

“……” Qi Song’s lips trembled.

The moment the weight in her heart finally dropped, she realized just how high it had been suspended.

She realized, belatedly, that she had been overly worried about Yu Luo.

As Yu Luo gradually became more alert, she glanced at Qi Song by the bed and Jiang Yan at the door, and understood what had happened in an instant.

A sweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She looked up at Qi Song. “Wife, you were so worried about me.”

Hearing Teacher Yu’s tender voice, Jiang Yan felt a jolt, as if a lightbulb had just switched on above her head.

She immediately took the hint and tactfully exited the room, thoughtfully closing the door, no longer serving as an electric lightbulb⁸ to the pair.

The room fell into a brief silence.

Realizing Yu Luo was fine, Qi Song relaxed completely.

And so, her mind, of its own accord, began to replay the dream from last night.

The subject of her dream was right before her, her beautiful eyes filled with a soft smile.

But Qi Song recalled those same eyes, shimmering with a watery mist, the corners flushed crimson, looking especially fragile yet bewitching during their passionate kiss.

“……” Her breathing became unsteady, and she couldn’t help but press her lips together.

Yu Luo took in her expression and paused, slightly lost in thought.

——Qi Song clearly had memory loss. But she keeps looking at my lips… could it be that she only remembers the kiss from last night?

Once this suspicion entered her mind, she couldn’t suppress it.

She had been feeling a little wronged. Before teaching Qi Song how to kiss, she had solemnly stressed, 「You’re not allowed to forget this time,」 and Qi Song had earnestly promised she wouldn’t.

Yet, because of the memory loss from the suppressant overdose, Qi Song had been forced to forget that moment as well.

That’s why she had wanted to punish Qi Song a little—even though it wasn’t intentional, it was the first time she had broken a promise to her.

But… what if Qi Song actually remembered?

The pleasant mood Yu Luo was in from feeling Qi Song’s concern now became even more joyful.

She desperately wanted to know the answer. So she kept it in mind, waiting for an opportunity to test her theory.

“Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Yu Luo’s voice pulled Qi Song from her untimely reverie.

She forced down the fragments of the dream and suppressed the strange fluttering in her heart, saying, “I’m fine.”

They had arrived at the hospital in the morning; it was now night.

Qi Song no longer needed to be on an IV drip and just needed to go home to recuperate.

“Teacher Qi has a good constitution. As long as she takes her medicine on time, the weakness should probably pass in a few days.”

Before they left, Jiang Yan was giving them instructions.

“What should have been a three-to-five-day susceptible period was prematurely terminated by the suppressant overdose, lasting only one day. Because of this, Teacher Qi’s next susceptible period might have a backlash, and the related symptoms will likely be more intense than usual.”

“Oh, right. For the next few days, she’ll also have a low libido due to the residual effects of the suppressants.”

Jiang Yan teased the loving couple, “Teacher Yu, don’t mistake this for Teacher Qi not loving you anymore.”

“……” Qi Song’s heart skipped a beat.

Low libido?

Since waking up, she hadn’t been able to stop replaying that passionate dream, and had subconsciously blamed it on her susceptible period.

But the doctor said her susceptible period had ended prematurely—and because it ended so abruptly, she would now have a low libido.

Then how could she explain this feeling of longing for more?

“Alright.”

Yu Luo responded softly, sounding somewhat regretful about Qi Song’s temporary low libido. As if they normally had a sex life.

Qi Song couldn’t help but glance at her, chalking it up to Yu Luo playing the part of a loving wife for the doctor’s benefit.

After they left the hospital, Yu Luo’s hand reached out and intertwined its fingers with Qi Song’s.

She said, “There might be paparazzi around.”

They had held hands many times recently, so Qi Song should have been used to it.

But in last night’s absurdly beautiful dream, at the height of their passionate kisses, they had also occasionally intertwined their fingers tightly.

Qi Song closed her eyes, feeling a sense of despair at the memories she couldn’t control since waking up.

Because beneath the guilt, there seemed to be an irrepressible sense of intoxication and attraction.

It made her feel as if she had impure thoughts about Yu Luo—how could that be?

Lost in thought, she found she had been led into a shop by Yu Luo without realizing it.

It was a 24-hour self-serve ice cream shop.

The private hospital was in a remote location, so the ice cream shop was empty of other customers.

Under the somewhat surprised and admiring gaze of the staff, Yu Luo bought an ice cream cone.

She pulled Qi Song to a table and sat down, holding the cone to Qi Song’s lips. “Want a bite?”

The overly intimate gesture of feeding her made the Qi Song who was harboring a ghost fetus in her heart⁹ uncomfortable, and she shook her head.

Yu Luo didn’t seem to mind. She brought the cone to her own lips and parted them.

She extended the tip of her rosy, moist tongue and lightly licked the creamy white vanilla ice cream.

Her movements were deliberately, extremely slow.

And to Qi Song’s eyes, it was like a slow-motion scene from a movie, frame by frame, achingly clear and detailed.

It dredged up those unspeakable, scorching images from her dream, making Qi Song’s breathing grow heavy.

She struggled to tear her gaze away from the tip of Yu Luo’s tongue, feigning great interest in a poster on the shop wall.

However, she then realized the woman on the poster was Yu Luo.

“……” Qi Song simply closed her eyes.

“Sleepy?” the woman’s clear, cool voice sounded beside her ear.

Qi Song shook her head.

She felt Yu Luo lean in close, her lips brushing against her ear. When she spoke, her breath seemed to carry the sweet fragrance of ice cream.

But in truth, she tasted sweet even without the ice cream.

“I don’t want to eat ice cream anymore.”

Yu Luo said softly, in a pitiful tone, “It’s so cold, my tongue feels awful.”

Qi Song’s eyelashes trembled.

The frantic pounding of the young woman’s heart filled the quiet air between them.

A smile surfaced in Yu Luo’s eyes.

She continued, “Actually, when I was catching up on sleep today, I had a dream that I was eating ice cream, too.”

“I said my tongue was cold, so you warmed it up for me.”

“……” Qi Song abruptly choked on her own saliva, covering her mouth and coughing violently.

How else could you warm up a tongue?

Could Yu Luo have also dreamed that they shared a moist kiss?

Amidst a mixture of guilt and shock, Qi Song coughed so hard her fair ears instantly turned bright red and her eyes welled with tears.

Yu Luo patted her on the back, unable to suppress a gentle smile.

“You really are…”

You really are… she thought sweetly, smiling. You’re really never willing to break a promise to me.

——You promised me so solemnly, and so you remembered.

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