After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 60

Happiness.

Water droplets dripped from the tips of her hair, flowing down the woman’s skin that was as white as jade, occasionally passing over some crimson marks.

Qi Song placed the towel for drying hair on top of Yu Luo’s head, and then gently rubbed to wipe it dry.

She lowered her eyes and saw that under the towel, amidst the half-concealed, damp, black, long curly hair, that clear, cold, and otherworldly face was at this moment exceptionally gorgeous and charming. Yet because her hair had been messily dried, when her hazy eyes looked over, she appeared obedient and innocent.

Qi Song’s breath hitched slightly, and she held back.

A few seconds later, she still couldn’t hold back.

While still in the posture of drying her hair, she lowered her head and pecked Yu Luo on her bright red lips, “Jiejie, don’t look at me so cutely…”

Still in the haze of the afterglow, Yu Luo reacted half a beat slower, blinking her eyes lightly.

Looking at Qi Song, who was so close, she saw a certain flame in the other’s eyes that was faintly about to ignite again.

Her waist and legs couldn’t help but soften, and she subconsciously raised a hand to rest it on Qi Song’s shoulder.

Yet her face remained composed as she said with a light laugh, “Clearly, it’s you who likes me too much.”

Her tone held an unreserved certainty, as if she had never questioned and would never question this point. It was as if, toward this love itself, she had always possessed a great sense of security.

Qi Song discovered that hearing Yu Luo express how much she loved her, and hearing Yu Luo say that she knew how much Qi Song loved her, had an equally happiness-inducing effect.

“It’s good that Jiejie knows,” she said softly.

The cabins the guests were staying in were the most luxurious suites on the cruise ship, containing an independent living room, a bathroom, and two bedrooms.

Taotao had long since been coaxed to sleep. Qi Song came out of the bathroom carrying Yu Luo, passed the bedroom where Taotao was sleeping, and went straight into the other bedroom.

Seeing that something was amiss, Yu Luo raised a hand to tap her ear, “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a massage. Didn’t you just say you were sore here and tired there?”

The moment she was placed on the bed, her lower back sinking into the mattress, Yu Luo’s body was so sore and weak that even lying flat was uncomfortable.

She couldn’t help but raise her foot to lightly step on the chief culprit’s¹ leg, saying petulantly, “So considerate with your words after the fact, but when I was telling you to stop just now, you acted as if you didn’t hear.”

“I did stop,” Qi Song said with exceptional innocence. “But Jiejie looked at me with teary eyes and asked why I really stopped…”

Her words came to an abrupt halt because someone, out of shame and anger, stepped on her again.

“Ah, it seems I remembered wrong,” Qi Song said, her lips curving as she admitted her mistake without any principles. “There was no such thing.”

Yu Luo pursed her lips slightly, looking at her without speaking.

After a few seconds of silent eye contact, with a 「pfft」 sound, both of them couldn’t help but start laughing.

Qi Song climbed onto the bed and massaged Yu Luo’s lower back.

Those hands, with just the right amount of force, brought a feeling that was both achy-numb and comfortable. Yu Luo lay prone on the pillow, her eyes contentedly half-closed.

Thinking of something, she said nonchalantly, “I feel like your massage skills, and also… your techniques in bed have improved quite a lot.”

“Where did you go… hmm, to secretly learn from a master?” Under the massage, she couldn’t help but intersperse her words with some pleased, light hums.

Qi Song’s movements paused.

Realizing her technique was being acknowledged, she couldn’t help but curve her lips, pretending to be smug. “I didn’t secretly learn from a master, just exceptionally gifted by nature², that’s all.”

Just a couple of simple compliments, and someone’s tail was about to wag to the heavens.

The tip of Yu Luo’s eyebrow twitched slightly; she didn’t need to turn her head to know what expression Qi Song was making. The desire to tease therefore began to itch, and she deliberately retracted her previous statement:

“Actually, I think it might also be because it’s been too long since we’ve done these things. So the sense of novelty accidentally created this illusion.”

The moment her voice fell, the soft flesh of her waist was punishingly tickled, the stimulation causing Yu Luo’s whole body to shrink back. “Ooh, you’re not allowed to tickle me…”

But she wouldn’t take it back, so Qi Song was relentless, catching her most sensitive spots to tickle. In the midst of the chasing and escaping, both of their long hair became messy, and even their bathrobes were rubbed nearly open.

The tickle fight grew increasingly intense, and amidst uncontrollable laughter and trembling, Yu Luo suddenly cried out, “It hurts.”

Qi Song froze instantly, released her hands, and got off of her, asking worriedly, “Where did I hurt you? Let me see.”

Yu Luo did not answer immediately. She slowly sat up, raised a hand to pull the collar of her bathrobe tight, biting her lower lip, her expression exceptionally wronged and pitiful.

Seeing this made Qi Song’s heart grow increasingly nervous, and her hand unconsciously clutched the corner of her clothing. “Jiejie?”

But then she saw the corners of Yu Luo’s lips suddenly curve into a smile of unclear meaning.

Just as a certain premonition welled up in Qi Song’s heart, the next second she saw Yu Luo nimbly flip over and get out of bed, slip on her slippers to escape the battlefield, and quickly walk out of the room.

Because her legs were weak, she even staggered once accidentally.

Qi Song couldn’t help but laugh, reacting quickly by getting out of bed to chase after her, following Yu Luo into the bedroom where Taotao was sleeping.

The glow of the night light was pale and faint, and Taotao was sleeping peacefully.

Both of them subconsciously slowed their breathing, their steps becoming extremely light.

Grabbing the fugitive back into her arms, Qi Song hugged the woman who was still trying to escape tightly, tilted her head to kiss her cheek, and said in a low voice, “I won’t tickle you, let’s go to sleep, okay? It’s getting late.”

Yu Luo paused for a moment, nodded, and got into bed lightly and quietly.

Taotao rarely woke up in the middle of the night, her pair of big eyes drowsy and confused. Seeing the Mommy who had just lain down, she subconsciously snuggled over, wanting to be held.

Yu Luo held her, letting her lie prone in her arms, and patted her back, saying gently, “Go back to sleep, zaizai. Mommy and Mama are both here.”

Watching this scene and hearing these words, Qi Song, for some reason, momentarily forgot to get into bed.

She stood there, stunned for no reason.

The small animal night light at the head of the bed was emitting a warm yet pale glow, which brushed across the tips of the woman’s dense, lowered eyelashes, glided over the straight bridge of her nose, and traced along her stunningly beautiful contours. It then lightly caressed the child’s tender and cute face, flowing over to her fine, soft hair, which was slightly messy from sleep.

The woman lowered her head slightly and placed a cherished kiss on the forehead of the daughter in her arms.

Qi Song’s throat tightened slightly. An undercurrent suddenly surged in her heart, stirring up unnamed emotions.

It was like happiness, like the joy of having sought and obtained something, like melancholy, and possibly other things as well.

Upon careful examination, perhaps it could be summarized in one word: longing.

This longing was difficult to trace to its source, but it was deep and prolonged, having settled repeatedly over unnamed years, ultimately becoming the master of all her emotions.

Therefore, she was never able to ask about the confusion that lay before her, within arm’s reach; she tried hard to restrain her desire to explore the various puzzles that were not yet solved.

The shared dance at the masquerade ball, the wanton intimacy in the bathroom at night, the tender affection and playful banter afterwards. And now, the scene of Yu Luo as a mother, gently coaxing the daughter in her arms to sleep…

What she longed for seemed to be just these things; it couldn’t be simpler.

But Qi Song vaguely felt that, as a person without any faith, she had once prayed for this happiness—now so close at hand—blindly and piously, willing to pay any price, for a very, very long time.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing Qi Song standing stunned in place, not moving, Yu Luo raised her eyes to look at her.

The light was too faint; she could vaguely see what seemed to be moisture in Qi Song’s eyes, but upon a second look, she couldn’t distinguish it clearly. She didn’t know if that moisture had hidden itself in the night, or if it had just been an illusion from the start.

Yu Luo couldn’t help but purse her lips. She extended an arm toward Qi Song and said softly, “Come here, let Jiejie hold you.”

Qi Song returned to her senses.

In the woman’s gentle and tolerant gaze, her turbulent emotions gradually receded like the tide, just that easily.

She looked at Yu Luo’s open arms, clearly impatient to press forward, yet she pretended to be coyly difficult, saying, “Zaizai has already taken up most of your embrace, where else can I lie?”

Yu Luo lightly raised an eyebrow and said unhurriedly, “Are you coming or not?”

“…” The next second, Qi Song decisively climbed onto the bed and snuggled over.

This warmth, softness, and fresh scent had an excellent soothing effect. Qi Song nestled against Yu Luo’s shoulder, comfortably feeling the woman stroking the top of her head, and her body and mind finally seemed able to relax completely.

“Jiejie?” she called softly.

“Mm,” Yu Luo seemed a bit sleepy, pausing for a few seconds before responding.

“Jiejie,” Qi Song called again.

“…Mm.” This time, Yu Luo’s response was even slower.

“Jiejie.”

Yu Luo struggled against her sleepiness, opened her eyes with difficulty, and asked seriously, “What is it?”

Qi Song shook her head against her shoulder, the soft strands of her hair brushing the side of her neck, making it itch slightly.

Despite her sleep being repeatedly disturbed without explanation, Yu Luo did not get angry.

She was silent for a few seconds, then raised her hand to gently rub Qi Song’s head, saying gently, “Jiejie is right here. No matter how many times you call, it will always be like this.”

Qi Song’s throat moved, and she finally let out a low “mm,” her voice slightly hoarse when she spoke. “I believe Jiejie.”

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The author has something to say:

The next chapter is a huge rock³. Referring to my turtle-like speed of coding words during my rehabilitation today, I estimate I won’t be able to finish it tomorrow, so I’ve decided to release it the day after tomorrow (Monday at 12 PM). Everyone who gets it, gets it!!

Also, everyone must take care of their health. When going to public places, please still do your best to wear a mask. If your constitution isn’t good, becoming positive⁴ is really torturous!

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