Wife-Treasure Girl.1
The air fell into a brief silence.
Yu Luo gazed at Qi Song, and after a moment, she spoke unhurriedly: “Oh, so you feel quite wronged then?”
“……” Things having come to this point, Qi Song steeled herself and nodded her head.
At this moment, her acting skills exploded—those lowered eyelashes, the slightly pursed corners of her lips, it was as if she had truly been attacked by underwear, looking utterly pitiful.
Yu Luo appreciated this performance for a few glances, then turned around, picked up the two pieces of fabric from the sofa, and confiscated them without a trace of mercy.
As she was preparing to go to the suitcase to get the third one to wear, she passed by Qi Song at the doorway. Under the young woman’s eager gaze, she raised her hand and gave her ear a fierce tug.
But in her sickly and weak state, there wasn’t much strength in her hand, so the tug was as light and airy as a flirtatious gesture.
Yet Qi Song still cooperated by crying out in pain.
Taotao came running over, her slippers making pitter-patter sounds, and happened to see this scene. She immediately asked with some curiosity: “Mommy, why are you tugging Mama’s ear?”
“……”
Yu Luo nonchalantly retracted her hand and lowered her head to give the little cub a gentle, faint smile: “We are acting.”
“It’s early in the morning, the stage isn’t even set up, and your Mama is already having a huge craving for acting.”
After she finished saying this with a pointed meaning, she calmly turned and entered the bathroom.
Leaving Qi Song looking at Taotao with a face full of innocence.
“……Mama and Mommy are both actors, you know that, right?”
Taotao nodded her head as if she half-understood.
After Yu Luo finished her breakfast and medicine, she lay back down on the bed to rest again.
Her body temperature remained in the range of a low-to-medium grade fever, making her whole body feel soft and weak.
After taking the person’s temperature, Qi Song’s brow furrowed with some worry. She quietly looked at the woman’s sleeping face, and remembering something, she turned and lightly and quietly took out an Omega suppressant that Yu Luo usually used from the suitcase.
Taotao was lying on the living room sofa playing with a doll. Qi Song took the medicine she had bought to the study and locked the door from the inside.
Looking back at the desk, her heartbeat instantly became a bit fast.
Yu Luo’s heat period came on suddenly and was brief, and after injecting the suppressant, she would fall into a state of weakness. Furthermore, her usual pheromone concentration was always low and stable…… all of this had once made her feel that something was not right.
But seeing that Yu Luo was healthy with no abnormalities, and had always paid attention to health cultivation2 in her diet and daily routine, Qi Song had eventually set her mind at ease for the time being. She guessed that it was probably just that Yu Luo’s constitution was special.
But the arrival of this susceptibility period made her belatedly realize—
How similar the after-effects of her own excessive suppressant injections over the past month were to Yu Luo’s symptoms.
Even during times of joyful intimacy, her pheromones were extremely stable, and her desire for marking was not strong; and last night’s susceptibility period had come on suddenly, without any warning……
These things were all too consistent, pointing straight to one conclusion.
Qi Song somewhat wanted to verify the guess in her heart.
While pondering, she had already placed the two suppressants bought from the pharmacy next to Yu Luo’s suppressant, comparing them directly under the bright sunlight.
Although both were a pale cyan color, the one Yu Luo used seemed to be a bit deeper in shade, as if its concentration was higher.
Qi Song picked up that suppressant and observed it carefully in her palm. A strong sense of rejection arose in her heart, just like last time, and her breathing became heavy along with it.
Knock knock.
The study door was suddenly knocked on, and Qi Song vaguely heard Yu Luo calling her name.
Startled abruptly by the sound, her hand trembled accidentally, and the suppressant in her palm consequently fell, crashing onto the floor.
Cracks immediately appeared on the body of the syringe, and a faint, delicate fragrance gradually filled the air—it was the scent of Yu Luo’s usual “pheromones.”
Qi Song didn’t have time to think too much. In a few quick movements, she picked it up and tidied it away, then hurried to open the door.
“Jiejie?”
Yu Luo was leaning against the doorframe, looking like she had just gotten out of bed. Her long, curly hair was a bit messy from sleep, and her eyes were somewhat hazy.
She didn’t ask why Qi Song had locked the study door from the inside and was staying in the study alone.
She only stretched her arms out towards her, her tone a bit fragile: “I just dreamed about you……”
As she spoke, a pitiful trace of red overflowed from the corners of her eyes.
“Dreamed that you again……” Perhaps because the fever made her dizzy, her voice was low and muffled as she spoke.
“What did you dream about?” Qi Song quickly reached out to pull the person into her embrace, gently patting her back, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Yu Luo shook her head and did not speak of the dream again. She just clung to the corner of her clothes a bit clingily, burying her head in her neck.
As she nuzzled, Qi Song smelled the faint, delicate fragrance on Yu Luo’s body.
She pressed her lips together, temporarily suppressing her thoughts, and hugged the person back to the master bedroom, holding her in her arms and coaxing her with soft, gentle words for a while.
“I really wish the variety show would end soon……” Yu Luo nestled in her arms, her body warm all over, and said drowsily, “For every day it doesn’t end, is another day I can’t be at ease.”
Qi Song’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she asked in a soft voice: “What will happen when it ends?”
Yu Luo did not answer again.
Amidst the soothing of the gentle pats on her back, her picturesque eyebrows gradually relaxed, and she fell asleep again.
Her hand was still wrapped around Qi Song’s, not letting go.
Qi Song held the woman’s hand tightly, looking down at her sleeping face, her heart feeling a little heavy.
What exactly has Yu Luo experienced, and what is she carrying on her shoulders?
While they embraced, the faint, delicate scent of Yu Luo’s pheromones lingered at the tip of her nose. It reminded Qi Song of the smell from when that suppressant had cracked open just now.
According to common sense, standard suppressants for both A’s and O’s are odorless. But Yu Luo’s suppressant actually smelled identical to her pheromones.
Qi Song had a strong intuition that this matter was also related to Yu Luo’s fear of being marked, and was even highly correlated.
Numerous mysteries were entangled in her mind.
Although she was curious about ten thousand things, Qi Song hadn’t forgotten the pitiful, stressed appearance Yu Luo had last night when asked “why are you afraid,” as if a shadow in her heart had been touched.
Therefore, she couldn’t continue to search for answers on her own; that would be a form of harm to Yu Luo. Compared to secretly investigating the things Yu Luo wanted to hide, Qi Song was willing to wait patiently for Yu Luo to be ready and say it with her own mouth.
“If only you could let me share a little of the burden……” She hugged Yu Luo a bit tighter and murmured in a low voice, “Is your heart very tired, Jiejie?”
Yu Luo slept sweetly, completely unaware of her thoughts.
After resting care-free for a few days in D City, Yu Luo practically lived a life of having clothes brought to her outstretched hands and food brought to her open mouth3.
—Qi Song was in her susceptibility period, and was highly clingy both physically and mentally. Due to Yu Luo’s illness, the two couldn’t be too intimate in their physical contact. Thus, she could only find a sense of satisfaction in the process of doting on Yu Luo.
Being fed nourishing delicacies with all sorts of variations every day, after a bout of illness, Yu Luo’s complexion was gradually nurtured to be even better than usual.
This illness also healed faster than previous ones.
Taotao sat in a child’s chair, obediently eating porridge with a spoon by herself, her self-care ability was super strong.
She raised her eyes to look across the dining table. Mama was using a spoon to feed Mommy soup. Occasionally, a little bit of soup would drip from Mommy’s lips, only to be carefully wiped clean by Mama.
Mommy and Mama would look at each other from time to time, and it was as if sweet threads connected them in the air.
Taotao propped up her chin and thought for a moment. The last time she was fed like this, it seemed to be when she was two and a half years old.
Thinking of this, a bit of curiosity and confusion couldn’t help but surface in her eyes.
After breakfast, the family of three set off to return to B City.
Qi Song had to attend an audition for Director Li’s new drama in the afternoon.
Li He was a major figure in the domestic entertainment4 television circle. Every work she produced was a masterpiece, and she had won countless awards. Qi Song’s first project was a collaboration with Director Li, and with it, she became explosively popular right from her debut, and also won a TV Queen trophy.
“I’ll go with you later.” Seeing Qi Song put down the script, Yu Luo said gently, “When you went to Director Li’s for the audition of your first drama, I was with you then too.”
“Speaking of which, she was the first person in the industry to know about our relationship.” Yu Luo’s eyes curved slightly.
Qi Song paused.
Her lips parted and closed, but in the end, she did not speak.
Still in her susceptibility period, she was somewhat unable to walk independently and was unwilling for Yu Luo to leave her line of sight. But for this audition, she actually didn’t really want Yu Luo to go with her.
Because in her memories of the past two years, she had met Director Li before. It was also at an audition for a drama.
Director Li had been through wind and rain5, and her judgment of people was sharp. Her status in the circle was extremely high, and she also spoke bluntly.
“Xiao Qi, I’ll be honest. Your audition this time, it doesn’t have the spiritual aura6 it had before,” Director Li said with some regret. “Has it been worn down by the hardships in your life]?”
—It was very obvious that she was ultimately not chosen that time.
Recalling this, Qi Song felt a little uneasy. In her memories from “before transmigrating into the book,” she was a person with both talent and diligence. Both her actual achievements and her reputation were excellent, and she had always had her own confidence in her acting.
And this memory inevitably made her feel a sense of disparity, making her feel apprehensive.
In fact, from an objective point of view, that audition performance in her memory did indeed have flaws, mistakes that she had the impression she had never made. But what if, even after avoiding that kind of mistake today, she still couldn’t make Director Li feel she “had spiritual aura,” and thus ended up disappointing Yu Luo?
“I feel like you’re a little nervous.” Yu Luo raised her hand and rubbed Qi Song’s head. “What’s wrong, my little genius of acting? Suddenly not confident anymore?”
That phrase of hers, “little genius of acting,” which was full of doting affection, made Qi Song laugh.
She couldn’t help but lower her head and gently nuzzle Yu Luo’s cheek, saying honestly: “Actually, I’m a little worried I’ll disappoint Jiejie.”
Yu Luo paused slightly.
She didn’t say things like “I believe you can definitely do it,” or “You never disappoint me”—words that on the surface are encouraging, but in reality are wrapped in countless pressures.
Instead, she raised an eyebrow and smiled relaxedly: “In any case, I will dote on you excessively, so you can just do as you see fit.”
Qi Song was taken aback, then couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.
“Jiejie, this educational method of yours will spoil a person rotten.” She had gained an advantage but still acted coy7.
Yu Luo blinked lightly and said innocently: “This is how I raised you, have you been spoiled rotten?”
Without waiting for Qi Song to answer, she nodded in all seriousness, “It seems you haven’t been very well-behaved recently, I’ll have to find a chance to discipline you.”
Qi Song couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
After being sidetracked by Yu Luo like this, she completely relaxed.
Raising a hand to wrap around Yu Luo’s waist, she lowered her head and meekly pressed her lips against Yu Luo’s, saying aggrievedly: “Jiejie, where have I not been well-behaved?”
While saying this, the position where her kisses landed gradually became bolder. She kissed Yu Luo until her eyes became misty, and she began to beg for mercy in a small voice, panting lightly as she barely managed to take back her earlier words.
At three in the afternoon, the two arrived at the audition site together.
After all, it was the audition for Director Li’s new drama, and many well-known figures in the industry were waiting outside the interview room. Seeing Yu Luo, everyone stood up enthusiastically to greet her.
Qi Song heard someone discussing in a low voice: “Bringing her wife to hold down the fort8 at an audition, she’s truly a wife-treasure girl.”
She couldn’t help but gently purse her lips.
This person couldn’t possibly think they were belittling her, right? But as she listened, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of pleasure—
Please, who wouldn’t want to be a wife-treasure girl.
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