After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 46

The Clear Heart Sutra addiction seems to be acting up.

In her own memory, Qi Song hadn’t had a nosebleed in many years.

At this very moment, although she verbally tried to blame the sudden rush of qi and blood¹ on the dry season, she knew the reason in her heart.

Even she and Yu Luo had a tacit understanding.

——It was because of the unexpected pleasure on the bed just now, and also because of the beauty of her beloved, not wearing a single thread, in the bathtub right now.

“Autumn is so dry, Jiejie.”

The moment this wish to cover, yet it becomes more conspicuous² sentence was spoken, the bathroom instantly fell into a subtle silence.

In that silence, Qi Song felt like she had thorns on her back³.

She felt her heart beating too fast, not knowing if it was because of guilt or panic.

She didn’t even dare to look at Yu Luo, only mechanically wiping with a tissue while thinking about how to make a graceful exit.

“Is it better?” Yu Luo asked with concern.

Qi Song heard the sound of water from the bathtub side. It seemed Yu Luo was about to get out. Her heart instantly jumped in alarm, and the words blurted out: “Wu, don’t get up, I was finally almost better……”

“……”

The air fell silent again.

This sentence uncovered the previously tacitly understood content, laying it out in the open.

Qi Song heard Yu Luo seem to be unable to hold back her laughter, letting out a clear, melodious laugh. Her body trembled slightly with the laughter, and so the surface of the water in the bathtub rippled.

The faint sound of water lapped against Qi Song’s ears, causing her qi and blood to surge upwards again. The nosebleed she had just managed to stop seemed to show signs of making a comeback.

Qi Song immediately couldn’t be bothered with any graceful exit. She turned and fled the bathroom.

With a click, the bathroom door was closed.

Yu Luo lazily lay back down in the bathtub, soaking enjoyably in the hot water.

Thinking of the scene just now, she couldn’t help but laugh for a while longer.

During their intimacy on the bed, she had heard Qi Song call her “Jiejie.”

This was the first time Qi Song had called her that while being, for all intents and purposes, sober—it was neither her susceptible period, nor was she drunk.

Feeling more and more that seduction was an unconventional but effective surprise move⁴, Yu Luo planned to use this method to knock on her a bit more.

Therefore, although she had recovered some strength after soaking in the hot bath, she pretended to be weak to coax the person into the bathroom.

Who knew that this person was now even more innocent than she had imagined, completely unable to take a bit of teasing.

She couldn’t even handle it before the step of being lifted out of the bathtub, just one look was too much.

Thinking of Qi Song’s flustered appearance, grabbing tissues to cover her nose, the corners of Yu Luo’s lips hooked into a soft and meaningful smile.

The more it’s like this, the more I want to keep teasing, what to do……

While the bad woman in the bathroom was slowly pondering, Qi Song stood frozen outside the bathroom door.

Her vision was too good, the bathroom light was too bright, the water in the bathtub was too clear, and the mist from the steam was too thin.

Just like that, the full and plump snow-white color, the crimson blooming within, and that lush patch…… were all inadvertently taken in by her eyes in a hurried glance.

And deeply engraved in her memory.

Qi Song was flustered. That beautiful scene, along with the woman’s light trembling when she reached her peak a moment ago, were all intertwining and squeezing her thoughts at this moment, making it difficult to break free.

Qi Song removed the tissue and saw the bright red bloodstain on it.

Her breath trembled.

The Clear Heart Sutra addiction seems to be acting up. I want to copy the sutra again.

After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door behind her suddenly made a sound. Qi Song’s heart jolted, and she belatedly realized she was standing at the doorway like a door god⁵.

It was too late to leave now. She stiffened on the spot, hearing footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer.

The woman was casually wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, the exposed, lustrous skin flushed pink from the recent bath. A fresh fragrance of shower gel lingered around her, and her damp hair hung loosely over her shoulders.

Those beautiful eyes looked over, holding a helpless smile.

“Really……” Yu Luo sighed softly, raising a hand to take the tissue from Qi Song’s hand, and carefully wiped the remaining bloodstains from her skin.

During the woman’s gentle movements, Qi Song unconsciously held her breath.

The distance was too close, her gaze unavoidably landing on Yu Luo’s face.

After the satisfaction from just now, plus a soak in a hot bath, Yu Luo’s complexion was clearly much better. However, the weakness was hard to conceal, and the color of her lips was still a bit paler than usual.

“Alright.” Yu Luo raised her other hand and rubbed her head, saying softly, “Go wash up.”

Qi Song didn’t leave immediately.

She couldn’t help but say seriously: “Do you want to go take a nap? I feel like your physical condition is still not good.”

“Mm.” Yu Luo agreed. “I was planning to go sleep.”

She said softly: “So you wash up quickly, then coax me to sleep.”

Qi Song blinked.

Before she had time to speak, she saw the expression on the woman before her change like a summer downpour. Her brows immediately knitted, and she said pitifully: “Do you have to make me cry for you before you’re willing to dote on me?”

Clearly knowing it was an act, Qi Song’s heart still trembled, and she quickly said: “No.”

Ever since Yu Luo entered her heat period, she had been as if she had lost herself, her body and mind completely dominated by Yu Luo’s emotions.

Therefore, the moment Yu Luo’s expression changed, she had already raised the flag of surrender: “You lie down and rest first, I’ll be right over, okay?”

“No.”

Yu Luo’s acting was retractable at will. The pitiful expression was gone in the next second, and she hooked her lips, saying: “I’ll be with you.”

Thus, while Qi Song was washing her face at the sink, a soft patch was still clinging to her back.

Yu Luo closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Qi Song’s waist, and leaned against her with a comfortable sigh.

“I feel like I’m about to fall asleep just like this,” she said softly and contentedly.

This moment was too ordinary, too beautiful, and too familiar.

Amidst Yu Luo’s murmur, Qi Song’s hands paused, and an obscure emotion suddenly rippled from somewhere in her heart.

It was as if she had once possessed countless such sweet moments. And all the confusion she was currently experiencing was just to chase back and possess it once more.

But, how did she lose it?

The tip of her nose suddenly stung, and Qi Song saw a bit of wetness appear in her own eyes in the mirror.

This emotion came suddenly and was inexplicably strong. But it was difficult to trace its source, so much so that it couldn’t linger for long and quickly dissipated.

Leaving behind a faint and lingering emptiness.

“Are you done?” Yu Luo asked when she saw her stop moving.

“Mm.” Qi Song responded in a low voice.

“Then let’s go.”

Yu Luo released the hands wrapped around her waist and stood up straight. Just as she was about to walk out, she felt a warmth behind her, and she was suddenly pulled into a soft and warm embrace.

Yu Luo was slightly stunned, her lips parted and closed, not speaking for a moment.

And the person hugging her from behind didn’t offer any explanation either. Only the arms wrapped around her overflowed with a surging emotion in their tightness.

Heat brewed where their bodies touched. In the bathroom so quiet a dropped needle can be heard, only the sound of their rising and falling breaths remained.

A few seconds later, Qi Song restrainedly let go.

She felt that in that brief moment of contact, the emptiness in her heart had eased a little.

She was worried Yu Luo would ask, but she saw the woman turn her head back and smile faintly at her as if nothing had happened: “All better?”

Too tolerant and gentle.

In that instant, Qi Song had the illusion that Yu Luo knew what she was feeling inside.

But how could that be possible? After all, even she herself couldn’t figure it out.

But Qi Song still answered truthfully: “All better.”

“I’m all better too,” Yu Luo said softly, gazing at her.

In their conversation, nothing was explicitly stated, yet it seemed everything had been said.

Qi Song suddenly felt that people who mutually hide unspeakable secrets can also directly comfort each other to the depths of their souls.

Just like that sudden and brief hug she had initiated. It was both for herself and, at the same time, a comfort for Yu Luo.

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The afternoon sun was a bit glaring. Qi Song drew the curtains, and the room instantly dimmed, making it very suitable for sleeping.

Yu Luo lay on the bed and let out a soft yawn, her eyes filling with a sleepy mist.

She looked at the person who was carefully tucking her in, forcing herself not to fall into sleep, and asked in a small voice with her remaining sliver of consciousness: “After I fall asleep, where are you going?”

In the woman’s dependent tone, Qi Song said softly: “I’ll stay right here with you.”

“Will I be able to see you when I wake up?” Yu Luo asked again.

Qi Song nodded.

As if having received a satisfactory answer, Yu Luo was finally willing to close her eyes. Pulled by sleepiness, her breathing quickly became steady and even.

Qi Song sat by the bed, quietly watching her.

In the dimness, Yu Luo’s silhouette was somewhat blurry. But Qi Song didn’t even need to try hard to meticulously outline it clearly in her mind.

The woman’s chest on the bed rose and fell gently. Time flowed by, bit by bit.

Qi Song’s heartbeat, breathing, and body temperature seemed to finally calm down in this long and quiet stillness, the heat in her emotions slowly cooling.

Everything that had just happened was like a dream, gradually turning into a vast expanse of fog, becoming difficult to touch.

And the fog evaporated silently in this quietness, leaving no trace.

And so the dream ended.

Qi Song closed her eyes. In fact, she didn’t even know when she had fallen into the “dream”—it wasn’t her susceptible period, nor was she drunk, yet she could still throw herself into the sweet intimacy with Yu Luo so unburdened, as if she had lost herself.

Or perhaps, found herself.

Qi Song couldn’t help but wonder, this “dream,” was it only her dreaming it, or was the original owner dreaming it too?

She had called Yu Luo “Jiejie” uncontrollably several times, which was clearly a form of address belonging to the original owner.

But that inexperienced clumsiness, that innocent nosebleed after seeing the other’s body, all belonged only to her, the book transmigrator.

For the first time, Qi Song did not hastily attribute this sense of contradiction to a conflict between the original owner’s influence and herself.

Just now, while sober, she had still sunk into it so completely, so naturally, without any sense of obstruction from confronting another influence.

It was as if they had merged into one, or perhaps were one to begin with.

In a flash of lightning and flint⁶, a thought flashed through her mind, but she couldn’t grasp it immediately.

Qi Song thought until her head was throbbing, a dull ache starting somewhere in her brain.

The woman on the bed let out a troubled murmur. Qi Song immediately suppressed her thoughts and took the hand that had strayed out of the covers into her own palm.

Her other hand gently patted Yu Luo’s back.

She always liked to comfort Yu Luo in this way, and Yu Luo was always very receptive to it, as if their bodies and minds had reached an agreement on this point at some time.

“Jiejie, would you mistake me for someone else?”

Gazing at Yu Luo’s sleeping face, which had settled down again, Qi Song couldn’t help but murmur in a small voice.

Her nonchalant reaction to the differences between her and the original owner—was it really because she hadn’t become suspicious, or did she know it in her heart?

The sleeping woman did not give an answer.

In the silence, Qi Song belatedly realized that she had called Yu Luo “Jiejie” again.

She couldn’t help but frown. She didn’t want to use the special form of address between the original owner and Yu Luo.

Jiejie was what the original owner called her. Teacher Yu was what everyone called her. Perhaps she could call her Yu-jiejie.

Qi Song felt this was a good, creative idea. She had just accepted this form of address with satisfaction in her heart when a memory suddenly surfaced in her mind—

Yu Luo’s clear voice sounded: “Why did you suddenly change to calling me jiejie?”

The original owner said, somewhat bashfully: “All the younger brothers and sisters in the neighborhood call you Yu-jiejie…… I want to call you something different.”

“Is that so?” Yu Luo chuckled lightly and said softly, “Then you can just call me jiejie from now on.”

Qi Song was stunned by this memory.

The form of address she had pondered over for so long and carefully selected turned out to be the one the original owner had left over.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she took a deep breath.

So annoying.

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The author has something to say:

Qi Song: I’ve been calling her wife recently, you haven’t done that, have you?

Original Owner: I don’t get what you’re competing about, but as long as you’re happy (shakes head and sighs) (look of someone seeing an idiot)

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