Benefactor.1
During lunch time, the guests sat in the inn’s main hall resting, waiting for all the dishes to be served.
Taotao was holding hands with Youyou-jiejie, as intimate as sisters.
Seeing Qi Song come down the stairs from the corner of her eye, her eyes instantly lit up.
“Mama!”
She shouted, her feet pattering as she trotted over.
Qi Song opened her arms to Taotao, bent down, and lifted the little cub into her embrace.
In that instant, she inexplicably felt like she was picking up her daughter from kindergarten after school.
“Did you have fun playing with older sister Youyou-jiejie?”
The moment she asked this, Qi Song felt it was even more like it.
Taotao nodded in her arms, saying in a soft, sticky voice: “Fun. But I really miss Mommy and Mama.”
Qi Song’s heart softened. She stroked her head, “After we finish lunch, we’ll go back to the room for a nap together, and then you can see Mommy.”
“Mommy isn’t eating lunch?” Taotao tilted her head.
“She said she wants to eat later,” Qi Song explained. “We’ll bring some up for her after we finish eating.”
After speaking, she pressed her lips together.
Just now, Yu Luo had woken up and realized it was almost lunchtime. She had then urged her to go downstairs to eat with the cub and bring a meal back to the room for her.
“Why don’t I just bring the food back, and our family of three can eat together in the room?” Qi Song had suggested.
Only after she said it did she realize that the surrounding cameras were clearly not recording, yet the words “family of three” from her mouth were still so natural.
Logically, eating together was the best arrangement, but Yu Luo refused without hesitation.
An Omega in their heat period needs company to begin with, and Yu Luo had been acting fragile and clingy not long ago. Yet at this moment, she gently shook her head, as if having some concern.
Qi Song was slightly taken aback and asked, “Why?”
Yu Luo said: “We are recording a show. One installment is only two days and three nights in total, yet we’ve already taken a day off.”
After a pause, she continued in a low voice: “If we’re not even there during mealtime, the recording footage will be insufficient……”
This reason seemed a bit flimsy.
Since they had already taken the day off, did they really care about that little bit of screen time during a meal? Moreover, how could Yu Luo be someone who cared about footage amount?
Qi Song temporarily suppressed her confusion and said, “Then I’ll bring you food first, so you don’t get hungry.”
“No.” Yu Luo blinked, her pair of eyes looking over pitifully. “I don’t want to eat alone. Come keep me company after you’ve finished eating.”
Qi Song was helpless against her. Whatever she said, went.
So after eating with Taotao, she carried Yu Luo’s lunch back to the room.
The moment the door opened, Taotao rushed straight to the bedside, calling out “Mommy” several times.
“Slow down.” Yu Luo rubbed the cub, gently asking her if she had fun in the morning, exactly the same as Qi Song had just now.
Taotao took off her coat and climbed onto the bed, nestling limply into Yu Luo’s embrace, unwilling to move.
Looking up at this warm scene, Qi Song couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.
She set up a small table on the bed, opened the boxes of food one by one and placed them on it, then arranged the utensils neatly to the side.
The lunch service was already very thorough, just waiting for Yu Luo to start enjoying it.
However, the woman glanced at the utensils, then looked at her with exceptional innocence and weakness: “I’m holding the cub, I don’t have a hand to eat with.”
“Besides, sleeping just now was so tiring.”
She was clearly asking to be fed.
“……”
Qi Song and Yu Luo looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
She felt that she was really, truly done for.
Because in the face of such an obviously clumsy excuse, she was willing to choose to believe it without a doubt, and even felt her heart ache—
Sleeping might have really tired Yu Luo out.
Qi Song suddenly felt that she shouldn’t have mocked the original owner for having a love brain, since she herself was clearly no better.
The tacit understanding between the adults could not hide from the honest three-year-old cub.
“Why would sleeping be tiring?”
Taotao blinked her big, curious eyes, and after asking, she added considerately: “Mommy doesn’t have to hold me!”
She raised her head proudly, “I can just hold Mommy, that way Mommy can hold her chopsticks to eat.”
“……”
Yu Luo’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She smiled: “No, Mommy wants to hold you.”
In Mommy’s overflowing “love,” Taotao instantly stopped caring about her previous question and nodded her head cheerfully.
“Mommy said she wants to hold me.” She rested her chin on Yu Luo’s shoulder and said in a soft, sticky voice to Qi Song at the side.
Looking as if to say, “I said she didn’t have to hold me, but she still wants to.”
In that sparkling gaze, Qi Song’s brow twitched slightly.
Could this little milk dumpling2 be showing off? Please, who would be envious?
But a three-year-old being a bit childish is still understandable. Plus, she is Yu Luo’s daughter, so her childishness also becomes cute.
Qi Song smiled. She sat down by the bed, picked up a spoon, and patiently and meticulously fed Yu Luo her meal and soup.
The woman’s lips, somewhat pale from weakness, temporarily regained their crimson color after she drank the hot soup. Her lips were stained with moisture, becoming wet.
While feeding her, a little bit of soup trickled down from the corner of her lips. Qi Song subconsciously wiped it with her fingertip, accidentally touching the soft corner of her mouth.
Her finger paused, and she slowly retracted it, feeling not quite at ease.
That delicate touch lingered on the pad of her finger. From this, Qi Song accidentally remembered the lingering kiss from the last time she was drunk.
Actually, she had already secretly savored it many times.
The two were leaning extremely close, so Yu Luo took in Qi Song’s somewhat dazed expression completely, easily guessing what this person was thinking about.
She pretended not to know and asked lightly: “What are you thinking about? Your ears are all red.”
Qi Song’s breath trembled. She subconsciously raised her eyes and crashed into the meaningful, leisurely smile in the woman’s eyes.
Her heart seemed to suddenly skip a beat.
Under the silent eye contact, the air instantly stagnated in an unspeakable ambiguity.
“Huu-”
Suddenly, Taotao, who was sleeping nestled in the embrace, started to snore softly like a little puppy, perfectly breaking the subtle tranquility.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, and then both couldn’t help but laugh.
Taotao usually didn’t snore; she was probably too tired from playing in the morning. Yu Luo gently placed her to one side, arranged her into a flat lying position, and then covered her with the blanket.
After tidying up, the room became completely quiet.
The curtains that had been opened for the meal were drawn again. The bedroom fell into a stretch of gloom, instantly having more of a nap-time atmosphere.
Yu Luo turned around by the window, saw Qi Song looking at her, and asked in a small voice: “Are you going to take a nap now?”
Qi Song didn’t answer immediately, but first asked back: “Are you sleeping?”
Yu Luo lightly raised an eyebrow: “What’s wrong, you’ll only sleep if I sleep?”
“……” Qi Song couldn’t help but press her lips together.
This bad woman, why did she have to point it out.
What was even more detestable was that under the love-struck filter, even a bad woman was bad in a very cute way.
Yu Luo silently hooked her lips, walked a few steps to stand before her, and with the ease of a light cart on a familiar road3, raised her hands to wrap around her waist.
“Hugging you.” The woman said softly, holding a bowl of water very level4. “Just now, I said I wanted to hug the cub.”
Qi Song was slightly stunned.
At this very moment, feeling overly satisfied from their bodies pressing together, she discovered that when faced with the cub’s “showing off” just now, she had actually been secretly a little envious.
“Why aren’t you hugging me back yet?” Yu Luo chided lightly.
Qi Song came back to her senses, hastily suppressed the realization that “I seem to be as childish as a three-year-old cub,” and raised her hands to hug the woman’s waist tightly.
An Omega in their heat period is inherently fragile and lacks a sense of security. Yet Yu Luo always had to be the one to proactively make requests, which might make her feel even more uneasy.
Qi Song felt a bit of heartache and self-blame—not even realizing that she wasn’t Yu Luo’s Alpha, and wondering why she was spontaneously taking on the responsibility.
After hugging for a while, she simply lifted Yu Luo up horizontally, placed her gently on the bed, and then got onto the bed herself.
Very self-awarely, she once again pulled the woman into her embrace, gently patted her back, and coaxed, “Feeling sleepy?”
Yu Luo nestled into the crook of Qi Song’s neck, closing her eyes in relaxation. Although she had just slept not long ago, she felt sleepy again at this moment.
She let out a low “en,” and in the soothing comfort, she drowsily drifted off to sleep.
Perhaps it was because the embrace was too familiar, and the force of the light pats on her back was too deeply ingrained in her body, but Yu Luo dreamed of past heat periods.
Someone was always taking care of her with extreme caution, practically holding her in their palm for fear she’d break, holding her in their mouth for fear she’d melt5.
The dreamscape shifted, and the content gradually grew hot and steamy.
That person was truly… holding her in their palm, holding her in their mouth.
Falling with her into boundless indulgence, experiencing the ultimate bliss of the mortal world in their lingering love.
In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, Qi Song felt the body temperature of the woman in her arms gradually become scorching hot, and occasionally, her body would rub lightly against her.
Their soft fronts were already pressed together. She was made to feel a bit uncomfortable, and her consciousness couldn’t help but gradually clear.
Qi Song opened her eyes and saw Yu Luo’s dense eyelashes tightly shut, fanning with an extremely small amplitude, her breathing slightly rapid.
In the dim light, she couldn’t distinguish whether her face was red. Qi Song reached out a hand to feel and felt the woman’s cheeks were scorching hot.
She was a bit worried, unsure if this was a normal symptom of the heat period, so she patted Yu Luo’s shoulder and called out in a small voice:
“Jiejie…… Yu Luo?”
After calling several times, Yu Luo finally slowly woke up.
She slowly opened her eyes, which seemed to contain a moist fog, hazy and dazed.
Her emotions were still deeply sunk in the rising and falling heat of the dream she just had. She panted ceaselessly, the emptiness and desire intensified by the heat period, wrapping around her entire person so tightly there was no escape.
Thus, urged by a stretch of scorching drowsiness, Yu Luo looked dazedly towards the person who had given her physical and mental satisfaction in her dream. Her hand urgently found the other’s hand, leading it to enter from the hem of her own clothes, and upwards.
Under the force, she closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and a soft, unbearable, and charm-filled moan escaped her throat.
In the sudden warmth and softness, Qi Song’s pupils sharply contracted, her breath and heartbeat instantly stopping.
Time itself seemed to freeze in that instant, her entire person escaping into a boundless trance.
A wave of heat surged up, and a familiar feeling came from her nose. Qi Song hastily pulled back her hand and got off the bed to find a tissue.
She looked in the bathroom mirror at the bright red blood flowing from her nose, and had the illusion of having traveled back in time a few hours.
She couldn’t help but close her eyes, pressing the bloodstain with a tissue. With her heart about to jump out of her chest, her legs were a bit unsteady.
The woman and child on the bed were both sleeping soundly, as if the scene just now had only been an illusion.
Qi Song spread the Clear Heart Sutra and the pen and paper out on the desk. Looking at the characters she had copied not long ago, she felt a sense of destiny.
It turned out the Clear Heart Sutra was also the same.
When it came to copying it, there was only zero times and countless times.
She outlined the first character with the tip of her pen—“Qing”6—stroke by stroke, writing it clearly, properly, and powerfully.
As she finished the last stroke, very accidentally, the soft and delicate touch, like the finest silk satin from not long ago, suddenly surged into her mind.
Qi Song lowered her eyes, carefully looking at her own left hand. She still remembered how it had been filled to the brim with fullness and plumpness just now.
When pressed and gripped forcefully by the woman’s hand, a portion of the softness would overflow from between her fingers like cream.
Her eyelashes trembled. Amidst a heartbeat that had started to beat painfully again, she forcefully shifted her attention back, concentrating her spirit to write the second character.
The character “Xin”7 only has four strokes, but the moment her pen tip fell, her soul was already not in its house8. So this character seemed to take a long, long time to write.
So long that, at some unknown point, a woman was standing behind her, a hand resting lightly on her back.
A clear and cool voice slowly sounded:
“Benefactor, is this the Clear Heart Sutra?”
After a pause, the woman’s tone held a smile as she said nonchalantly: “You’ve copied so many characters, but it looks like your thoughts are still very turbid.”
The author has something to say:
Yu Luo: What’s the point of copying the Clear Heart Sutra? Just directly __ (fill in the blank)
A. Become a nun
B. Read a tranquil book
C. Copy me9
D. Free supplement
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