After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 53

You are of course my only little dog.

“I really like Jiejie.”

The embarrassment after losing face seemed to dissipate in the young woman’s sincere confession and the humid, hot intimacy.

It transformed into the rise and fall of rapid breathing, and the cloyingly sweet panting between their lips.

Her ears were being meticulously savored. Yu Luo bit her lower lip, and a mist suffused her eyes.

Like this, she silently indulged the wantonness of the person on top of her.

Later, the scorching kiss moved away from her ear, traveling along her cheek down to her chin, stirring up scalding heat everywhere it went.

Yu Luo obediently tilted her head back with it, presenting her own vulnerable spot. Unable to bear it, her hand helplessly clutched the corner of Qi Song’s clothes.

“Jiejie……”

Qi Song looked at the delicate skin on the woman’s slender, white neck. She did not dare to taste it; it would be locked¹.

While looking, she found Yu Luo’s hand clutching her clothing corner, inserted her fingers between hers, and interlocked their ten fingers.

She raised them high above her head and pressed them onto the bedsheet.

In this position, the person in her arms appeared somewhat to be at another’s mercy.

During the escape just now, Yu Luo’s collar had already become slightly messy. The collar, which already had two buttons undone, was wide open, revealing a stretch of exquisite, white collarbone.

Qi Song’s breathing deepened slightly. She wanted to move her lips downward, but the review² said it was not allowed.

So she restrainedly and lightly nibbled on the woman’s lips.

Amid Yu Luo’s trembling and whimpering, the heat in Qi Song’s heart burned even more lingeringly.

She clearly had no experience whatsoever.

But before she could react, her hand, guided by some instinct, had already fumbled its way to Yu Luo’s back and, through the shirt, unfastened the woman’s bra clasp with familiarity and ease.

Suddenly losing the restraint on her front, Yu Luo subconsciously let out a light sigh from her throat.

Qi Song’s heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

The next second, her chin was hooked by the woman’s fingertips and gently lifted.

Qi Song was able to meet Yu Luo’s gaze.

Her beloved’s eyes were filled with mist, the crimson at the corners of her eyes was delicate and alluring, and her crimson lips were slightly parted as she panted ceaselessly.

“You unfastened my buttons…… what are you trying to do?”

Because of the intimacy just now, Yu Luo’s clear and cold voice revealed an unspeakable softness, exceptionally bewitching.

“Do what you want to do.”

Yu Luo’s eyelashes lowered slightly, her red lips opened and closed, and she commanded, unable to bear it: “……Hurry up.”

In those two words, Qi Song’s restless impulse and desire burned even more intensely in her heart, so much so that even with some bewilderment, she could still rely on instinct to spontaneously explore.

But——

“Jiejie, the review says it’s not allowed.” Qi Song said, once again fastening her buttons.

Yu Luo’s chest tightened, and her breathing instantly became deep and difficult.

She lowered her eyes, watching the young woman button up her shirt.

That pair of slender, beautiful hands was usually nimble and strong, but at this moment, tangled in the buttons of her collar, the fingertips trembled slightly due to nervousness and desire. A certain button was disobedient, and in her haste, she couldn’t fasten it for the longest time. Because of this, the corners of the young woman’s eyes reddened, and she bit her lip with forbearance.

Inexperienced and reckless, it assaulted Yu Luo’s senses. A certain tide flooded a little more, but the review said this would also be locked.

She couldn’t help but turn her head and bite her own hand to bear the overheating emotions in her heart.

Although it was mid-autumn, new snow had surprisingly fallen in the room. But the review said it could not snow here, so the snow stopped.

Thus, the red plum blossoms could also not bloom, much less stand proudly amidst the severe cold. Nor could they be watched at close range by the young woman, rising and falling with Yu Luo’s breath.

Any secrets and vividness, the review would not permit.

Qi Song’s eyes filled with a watery mist as she watched. She very much wanted to pluck the first branch of red plum blossoms in the first snow, but it would be locked.

Unable to urge the plum and break its branch any longer, only the sound of uncontrollable breathing remained in the air.

Yu Luo couldn’t help but close her eyes and tilt her head up. The lines of her slender neck were beautiful and sexy, but it is said that one cannot write about necks either.

One of her hands caressed the back of Qi Song’s head, her fingers in that soft hair. Sometimes, when it was unbearable, she couldn’t help but gently tug at the strands.

A moment later, she suddenly let out a whimper and said pitifully between pants: “It says it’s not allowed.”

Qi Song paused slightly, her gaze dark.

“This is not allowed, that is not allowed…… yet they demand everyone to have three children.”

The mist in Yu Luo’s eyes grew even more moist. Out of desire, she softly and aggrievedly protested, inadvertently letting a certain unbearableness spill out in the final syllable of her words.

She couldn’t help but lift her leg, originally wanting to rub it against Qi Song’s leg, but she was afraid of being locked, so she stopped.

Qi Song realized her action, and her heart couldn’t help but tremble with great heartache.

“We are not the ones who are wrong, the fault lies in being born in Jincheng³……” she murmured.

The first snow, in the end, began to fall quietly, a vast expanse of white.

But nothing could be done, yet Qi Song always felt a certain sinking feeling in her heart.

Not enough. She wanted to possess her fervently.

Having lost the other person for too long, to the extent that at this moment when both her emotions and body were enveloped in heat, she would feel exceptionally empty.

Amidst the interweaving of love and melancholy, Qi Song held Yu Luo a little tighter. Trying, in this simple and pure action that absolutely would not be locked (not necessarily), to feel the other person, desperately craving for every bit of the other’s warmth to be entangled with her own.

Being held, Yu Luo couldn’t stop trembling and parted her lips, unable to bear it.

Her waist was held firmly by a pair of hands, and her back was gently patted.

Qi Song’s kisses fell fervently.

Yu Luo closed her eyes and tilted her head up to kiss her.

She also didn’t dare to kiss too wetly, lest she touch on a point that would get locked.

Amidst the ceaseless panting, tears gradually fell, using this pure wetness to replace a certain wetness that should have been bolder.

She lowered her eyes and, through the mist in them, saw the young woman’s trembling eyelashes as she kissed her.

Her body rose and fell deeply due to a certain thought.

But……

“Carry me to the bathroom……” Yu Luo parted her lips, her voice slightly hoarse, “

I have a gift to give you.”

Qi Song paused for a moment, thinking that Yu Luo didn’t want to kiss anymore.

The desire in her heart was still surging wantonly; the fierce fire was already burning across the plains. But she still forcibly suppressed it, along with a certain sense of loss.

She meekly answered with an affirmation and carried the woman, who had been kissed until her whole body went soft, to the guest room bathroom.

Qi Song saw in the mirror that Yu Luo’s long, curly hair was messy in the arms of her embrace, carrying a wanton beauty, and her heartbeat lost control even more.

She stroked the person who was nestled in her arms as if boneless, “Jiejie, where is the gift?”

“Look at the flower on the washstand……” Yu Luo said softly.

Qi Song was slightly taken aback, only then discovering that there was a blooming rose on the bathroom washstand. It had been meticulously packaged and was very beautiful.

“Did Jiejie prepare this for me?” Qi Song held the rose in her palm, treasuring it as she admired it.

Yu Luo nodded, looking at her gently: “Of course.”

Qi Song’s breath trembled as she gently peeled off the rose’s packaging as if she had obtained a priceless treasure.

This was clearly a fresh rose, picked not long ago. The petals were still dotted with crystal-clear water droplets. When the packaging was removed, the water droplets clung reluctantly to the exquisite paper.

In the bathroom, there was only the rustling sound of the rose being unwrapped, as well as the two people’s clamorous heartbeats and trembling breaths.

“This is a rose I picked for you myself, you must take good care of it.”

Yu Luo said: “You unwrapped it a bit too hastily, the petals have all been dampened by the packaging. You should wash it.”

After speaking, she muttered in a low voice: “You have to be responsible for my rose.”

Qi Song’s throat tightened.

She said, somewhat aggrieved: “I wasn’t hasty……”

She had clearly unwrapped it preciously and carefully. It was the rose that was too fresh and naturally carried glistening dew.

But arguing was clearly meaningless.

Qi Song decided to accept all the blame and take responsibility for the gift Yu Luo had meticulously prepared.

So she threw all the rose’s packaging into the laundry basket to the side, then walked into the shower, adjusting the spray temperature to be suitable so as not to damage the rose petals.

Then she carefully sprayed warm water on the petals, washing them meticulously and gently.

Thinking that this was hand-picked by Yu Luo, whose fingertips might have been hurt by the rose’s thorns, she was extremely solemn and cherished it.

Even her soul was trembling, and she couldn’t help but call out with fondness: “Jiejie.”

“Mm……” Seeing the gift she had labored over for a long while and endured the stinging pain to complete being so preciously cared for, Yu Luo bit her lower lip, and a watery mist filled her eyes.

Her breathing became deep and lingering due to gratification.

The petals were delicate and could not be washed excessively, lest they wilt. However, Qi Song found that she couldn’t restore the petals to their cleanest appearance from when they were first picked, no matter what.

“Jiejie, what if I can’t wash it clean……”

The fragile rose became softer and softer the more it was washed, the fragrance from the flower diffusing at the tip of her nose.

“Then what should be done?”

Yu Luo looked up in the humid steam that was filled with heat, looking at her pitifully: “Jiejie doesn’t know either.”

She was only responsible for meticulously crafting the gift into its most perfect form, but as for the subsequent care, she was also clueless.

Shouldn’t this have been Qi Song’s responsibility in the first place?

Qi Song met her gaze, her breathing heavy. She was finding it a bit hard to hold back any longer.

If the rose could not be restored to its most original state, unable to continue blooming beautifully on a tabletop, then it would be better to consume it when it was at its freshest and most beautiful.

“Jiejie, is this kind of rose edible?” she asked cautiously.

Yu Luo was slightly taken aback, then nodded, “I think it is.”

Qi Song didn’t know what such a fragrant flower would taste like.

So she curiously lowered her head and licked it, not too lightly and not too heavily.

The petals were overly soft, and after being washed with warm water, the remaining water droplets were abundant. When being tasted, it seemed to gain its own consciousness and clung to Qi Song.

Watching the gift she had prepared for decoration being tasted by Qi Song, Yu Luo couldn’t quite bear it in her heart. She turned her head slightly, not daring to look anymore.

The fragrant taste between her lips and teeth was exceptionally pleasant. Qi Song’s eyes reddened, and she simply held the petals and placed them in the large bathtub.

She gently stirred the water in the bathtub and turned her head to look at Yu Luo: “Jiejie, look, roses are most suited for soaking in the bathtub.”

Those crimson petals floated on the surface of the water, noble and vivid.

“What’s wrong, are you going to take a bath?” Yu Luo raised an eyebrow lightly.

Qi Song was silent for a moment.

The rose petals, soaking in the bathtub water, became thoroughly wet, even muddy.

“Not taking a bath.” Qi Song shook her head, “How could Jiejie’s gift be treated like this. I’d better savor it slowly.”

Her memory was clearly a blank, yet at this moment, she was like a fish in water, naturally knowing how to appreciate the rose to the greatest extent.

When she gently chewed the petals, water would well up. Qi Song swallowed it all, her whole being filled with a clear sweetness.

From the day she started preparing the gift, Yu Luo had been looking forward to Qi Song’s reaction. Although eating it was not her initial plan, at this moment she felt that perhaps this was the best arrangement. As the fragile rose was tasted by Qi Song piece by piece, Yu Luo felt a long-sought satisfaction. Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared before her eyes.

Water fell from the sky. Qi Song blinked, and even her eyelashes were adorned with the fragrance belonging to the rose.

The bathtub was filled with floating petals, exceptionally fervent and beautiful.

In that instant, Qi Song seemed to return to countless days and nights of the past. But that feeling was fleeting, impossible to grasp, leaving only a blank memory.

A sourness pricked Qi Song’s nose, and tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, mixing with the scent of roses on her cheeks.

She couldn’t help but murmur: “Jiejie……”

Qi Song no longer looked at the rose, but instead held the woman, whose eyes were brimming with tears because her feelings had been accepted, in her arms.

“I miss you so much.” She sobbed, “I don’t know why, I just miss you so much.”

Even though Yu Luo was right in her arms, even though they had been so intimate.

Yu Luo’s body was still a little weak, but at this moment she had to muster her strength to comfortingly stroke Qi Song’s head.

“I’m right here.” She said gently between breaths, “Be good.”

The tears came on fiercely, yet they dissipated easily in the woman’s coaxing voice. Qi Song nuzzled against Yu Luo’s slightly messy hair, still feeling that something was empty somewhere. She couldn’t help but ask:

“Jiejie, do we belong to each other?”

“Am I your only little dog?”

“You definitely wouldn’t mistake me for someone else, right?”

Her questions came one after another, relentlessly.

And Yu Luo had to recover for a while before she had the strength to answer her questions.

“……Mm.” She answered seriously and patiently, “We only belong to each other.”

There was water in the bathtub, so the surface of the water churned, and the roses floated up and down with it. She paused for a moment before continuing: “You are of course my only little dog.”

“How could I possibly mistake you for someone else……”

Within the woman’s word-by-word answers, the emptiness in Qi Song’s heart was gradually filled, and her entire being finally relaxed completely.

She could not be more relaxed.

She thought, from this moment on, she would never again try to verify anything, or be uneasy about anything.

This question and answer session seemed to be some kind of switch, causing all the emotions she had just been restraining and holding back to burst forth, with no more reservations.

“I really like the gift Jiejie gave me.” She said seriously.

The ripples from just now had not yet subsided. Yu Luo saw Qi Song once again pick up a petal. That kind of subtle pressing force was extremely aggressive.

Her lips opened and closed, and she called out in a small voice: “Qi Song……”

The young woman, holding the rose in her hand, came over and gently kissed her lips, and so both of their lips were stained with the fragrance of flowers.

Her tongue tasted the flavor of the rose. Yu Luo turned her head and said, slightly urgently: “I don’t want to, you……”

Qi Song moved her body, insisting on meeting her gaze, and pecked her on those crimson lips again.

As if not understanding: “What’s wrong with me?”

“You ate my rose.” Yu Luo said, somewhat aggrieved.

And even invited her to taste it together. How could anyone be so bad?

Yu Luo couldn’t help but raise her hand to pull her ear, half in shame, half in annoyance.

However, in the next second, her hand lost its strength, because a rose petal was scooped up.

“I really like Jiejie, and of course, I also really like the flower you gave me.” Qi Song murmured again, “But this place was actually marked as yellow⁴ by the review.”

The rose petals floated on the surface of the bathtub water, sending out circles and circles of ripples.

Yu Luo thought, they could, in the ripples, find those years when they lost each other.

And Qi Song did not disappoint her.

That gift, full of heartfelt feelings, ultimately transformed into the delicate fragrance in Qi Song’s palm.

Yu Luo’s entire body stretched out and relaxed, and clear tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing Yu Luo’s tears, Qi Song first felt a stir in her heart, a wave of unspeakable satisfaction welling up.

Then, slowly realizing something, she said with some hesitation:

“Jiejie?” How long had it been, why was Yu Luo crying already.

“……” Yu Luo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she fell silent for a moment in embarrassment.

After a while, she finally explained with a small, choked sob: “It’s just because it’s been too long since I’ve seen you receive a gift from me……”

A brief silence in the air.

Qi Song quietly curved her lips and played along, comforting her: “Mm, that’s right.”

Yu Luo bit her lip, “We were clearly not doing anything, but the reviewer marked this part as yellow too.”

Qi Song was slightly taken aback, blinking in confusion: “Why? Is receiving a gift not allowed either?”

Yu Luo shook her head: “I don’t understand either, they also marked the following part where I cry.”

“……” Qi Song could only feel helpless, and kissed Yu Luo’s ear, “Even crying isn’t allowed, so what can be done.”

Even if it would be locked, Yu Luo’s tears couldn’t stop. This is a natural physiological instinct of human beings, how could anyone even try to forbid it?

That pair of beautiful eyes was filled with mist, and glistening water droplets swayed in her eye sockets before finally flowing down.

It was clearly as pure as could be.

Qi Song gently and lovingly kissed her tears, “Why does Jiejie love to cry so much……”

An exceptionally pitiful appearance, completely unlike the boldness and composure she had when she usually teased her.

“So you’re a paper tiger⁵.” She commented with a light laugh by Yu Luo’s ear.

“You……” Yu Luo was unable to argue and could only push her lightly out of shame and anger.

When they were dating before, this person had always been sometimes obedient, sometimes like a wolf or a tiger. But after their reunion, Qi Song was as pure as a 19-year-old, to the point that Yu Luo thought she could hold the initiative.

But in the end, she was guided by an overly profound physical memory. When it came to seeing the true chapter⁶, this person actually reverted to that feeling from before.

Even, it seemed, she was more skilled.

Amidst her tears, Yu Luo couldn’t think any more.

That person treated her like a treasure, repeatedly saying how much she liked her.

In the steam-filled bathroom, the rose petals gradually became soft from soaking, as if they could no longer withstand the water temperature.

Yu Luo was somewhat unwilling to linger any longer. She wanted to scoop up the gift she had prepared and try to escape with it.

But the bathtub was only so big, and there were so many petals. Under Qi Song’s watch, there was no escape.

Seeing her aggrieved look, Qi Song held her in her arms and coaxed her in a soft, low voice.

“It’s a gift you gave yourself, why do you want to take it back now?” She was also aggrieved.

Gently patting the woman’s back, Qi Song teased good-naturedly: “Jiejie said before that it was nothing for others to give seven flowers, so how come you’re saying you’re unwilling after giving only four yourself?”

A certain person weakly buried her head in the crook of her neck, pretending not to hear.

The embarrassing and awkward moments of being teased by Yu Luo until her nose frequently bled, the scenes of being provoked into fleeing into the wilderness⁷, were all vividly before her eyes. How could there be any reason not to “retaliate” now.

While Qi Song gently coaxed the person, as if she were so well-behaved and obedient that she would listen to her every word, she scooped up the rose.

Yu Luo was unwilling to give any more, so she asked for it herself.

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“Jiejie?”

The bathtub was still soaking with roses; the gift Yu Luo had meticulously prepared for Qi Song was being cared for in detail.

But Yu Luo was ignoring Qi Song now.

The woman in her arms had collapsed onto her shoulder, with no further movement.

Qi Song’s heart jumped in alarm, and she instantly shifted her attention from the roses, lowering her head to carefully check Yu Luo’s condition.

The woman’s face was pure and peaceful, her eyelashes were obediently closed, her lips were slightly pursed, and her breathing was even and steady.

……So she had fallen asleep.

The stone in Qi Song’s heart slowly settled.

She held the person a little tighter, preciously kissed Yu Luo’s forehead, and silently savored the afterglow by herself for a moment, full of reluctance to let it go.

“Already sleepy…… you didn’t even watch me treat the gift properly.”

Thinking of something, a bit of bewilderment surfaced in Qi Song’s eyes: “Did I really give seven flowers in the past?”

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The author has something to say:

Because the word count cannot be less than before, I have already reached a dead end⁸. Everything has been revised to be so clear-water⁹ it couldn’t be more clear-water, even to the point of being forced to become changed beyond recognition¹⁰. I beg the review dada¹¹ to let me go.

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LP: So the uncensored version is on the author’s weibo…

Idk man, I’ll think about it~

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