Don’t Want a Divorce (12)
“Really don’t want it?”
Feng Qingyu remained motionless, as if she hadn’t heard. It was unclear whether she really didn’t hear or was just pretending.
Luo Bo’s heart was in turmoil, but anyone who could be an assistant to a top-tier celebrity had to be a people expert. No matter how astonished she was inside, on the surface, she continued sensibly:
“Miss Xu probably needs to go back to the hotel too, right? Why not go together? Sister Yu standing here like this… it’s not good for her to stand for too long.”
Xu Jiao silently exerted her strength for a long time but still couldn’t pull her hand away. She glanced at the nanny car in front of her. It happened that she was also on her way back to the hotel, and she didn’t want to argue with a drunkard anymore, so she nodded to Luo Bo:
“Thank you, sorry for the trouble.”
Luo Bo hurriedly said, “No, no, it’s my duty.” For some reason, looking at this polite Xu Jiao, who was so different from the previous clingy dog, Luo Bo felt very hard to adapt no matter how many times.
How can a person’s style change so quickly?
After Xu Jiao and Feng Qingyu sat in the car, Luo Bo sneakily kept glancing at them from the corner of her eye.
Especially Feng Qingyu, holding Xu Jiao’s hand, seemingly unwilling to let go. Luo Bo watched and shook her head:
It’s over.
She thought.
Some people appear unaffected by the charms of demons on the surface, but in reality, they have long fallen silently behind the scenes.
……
“Assistant Luo, here…”
“Here, I’ll trouble you. Teacher Xu, you’ve seen it too, Sister Yu doesn’t recognize anyone right now except you. We really can’t do anything about it. I’ve already prepared towels and hot water for you. Thank you for your hard work.”
Inside Room 1806.
Feng Qingyu had already fallen asleep in the car during the latter part of the journey. When she was woken up, the alcohol seemed to have fully kicked in, and she was walking almost entirely leaning on Xu Jiao. Fortunately, Luo Bo lent a hand, and the two of them managed to get her into the hotel room.
Just as Xu Jiao was about to leave, Feng Qingyu grabbed her hand again, forcefully pulling her arm under the blanket. While Xu Jiao was struggling with Feng Qingyu, Luo Bo tactfully slipped away, respectfully changing the way she addressed Xu Jiao before leaving.
It could be said to be very opportunistic.
Xu Jiao: “…”
She looked at the closed door of the room, then looked at the woman on the bed whose face was flushed, eyes tightly shut, and who insisted on using her arm as a pillow.
After a while, she took a light breath and asked the system in her mind, “What is Feng Qingyu’s favorability rating towards me now?”
System: “It was negative before, but recently it has returned to zero.”
Xu Jiao squinted her eyes, one hand was being pressed by Feng Qingyu, while the other hand was supported on the edge of the bed. She leaned down and asked in a low voice, “You don’t like me, yet you take advantage of me? How come I remember you’re not this kind of person, Feng Qingyu?”
Feng Qingyu didn’t seem to be asleep. Hearing her words, her eyebrows moved slightly and slowly furrowed. The action of pressing on her actually loosened a bit.
Taking advantage of the situation, Xu Jiao pulled her arm away, glanced at the water left on the table by Feng Qingyu’s assistant, and decided to follow the procedure step by step with this drunkard and then leave.
She asked, “Do you want to drink water?”
Feng Qingyu, with her eyes closed, slightly shook her head.
Xu Jiao asked again, “Do you want a towel?”
Feng Qingyu still shook her head.
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Xu Jiao straightforwardly said, “Then have a good rest, good night.”
She got up and walked towards the direction of the room door. Just as she touched the doorknob, she suddenly heard a very soft sobbing sound in the quiet room.
Xu Jiao was stunned for a second.
Immediately after, she doubted if she had hallucinated, incredulously turned around, only to find that the person who had been lying face up had somehow turned over, burying her whole face in the pillow, with her shoulders shaking slightly, as if thinking of something very sad, crying there.
Xu Jiao had never seen her protagonist cry so pitifully before, and she was somewhat in disbelief, even suspecting that the protagonist had silently broken character again.
Hesitated for a few seconds.
She walked back to the bedside, leaned over, and gently touched Feng Qingyu’s shoulder:
“Hey, you—”
Before the words were finished, the person in the bed suddenly raised her hand again, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her fiercely into the bed. Xu Jiao lost her balance and suddenly fell into the soft Simmons mattress, her eyes clearly still not reacting.
Feng Qingyu buried her head against Xu Jiao’s neck, with wet, hot traces falling on the skin of her neck.
She really is crying, Xu Jiao thought.
Seeing this person’s sad and sorrowful appearance, Xu Jiao knew she should politely show some concern: “What’s wrong with you?”
Feng Qingyu, pressing against her neck, sniffled and said softly, “You didn’t finish asking before you left.”
Xu Jiao, not understanding, replied, “Ask what?”
Feng Qingyu’s voice carried a thick nasal tone; although her voice hadn’t changed much, it now sounded somewhat pitiful due to her crying posture. She mumbled softly:
“You asked me about a towel and water, and I said no.”
“You didn’t finish asking.”
Xu Jiao patiently dealt with this drunkard: “What else should I ask?”
Feng Qingyu also patiently taught her, just like a qualified teacher: “You should also ask, do you want me?”
Xu Jiao: “…”
She silently laughed a little, then expressionlessly pushed this drunkard off her body and coldly replied: “You are drunk.”
Feng Qingyu, with both hands wrapped around her waist, didn’t let her push away. She leaned close to the back of her neck, smelled the sweet, honey-like fragrance of freesia, instinctively licked her lips, and kissed the spot where the gland was located on the back of her neck.
Clearly, it was just hot and cold breaths falling on it, but Xu Jiao’s whole body trembled as if she had been electrified.
Even the action of pushing Feng Qingyu suddenly lost its strength.
When she was writing, she knew that the glands on the back of the neck of A and O were sensitive, but it was only when she truly experienced it that she belatedly realized…
This is way too sensitive!
When Feng Qingyu kissed it, every hair on Xu Jiao’s body stood up, as if instinctively knowing someone was threatening her, a strong alarm went off in her mind.
She steadied her breath, which was chaotic due to instinct, and coldly said: “Feng Qingyu.”
Xu Jiao said: “You are not allowed to touch me.”
Hearing her tone, Feng Qingyu barely restrained her urge to bite down, but her pheromones were no longer controllable, overwhelming the person beneath her, intertwining with the sweetness of that small freesia, like wrapping a dumpling, completely enveloping the filling, rubbing and rubbing.
Xu Jiao could feel that under the influence of her pheromones, even the flow of her blood accelerated. She thought it was because her body was too afraid of the Alpha pheromones, which made her so nervous.
At this moment, Feng Qingyu’s voice sounded right next to her ear, blowing her earlobe bright red:
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“But I want you.” Tears that hadn’t dried glistened at the corners of her eyes as she spoke aggrievedly.
Xu Jiao was busy regulating her breath and took a moment to respond to her: “No, you don’t want to.”
Feng Qingyu: “…”
The sobbing tone in her voice came back, muffled: “When you asked me for help before, I always agreed.”
The implication was, you asked for my help, and I always helped you. Now it’s my turn to ask for your help, but you refuse. You’re not being fair.
Xu Jiao laughed angrily: “Are you using past favors to force me?”
Feng Qingyu heard that unpleasant words and was silent for two seconds, then sincerely replied, “No.”
She said, “I just… can’t help it.”
Xu Jiao smiled gently, pressed her shoulder, and pushed her away to create some distance. She let Feng Qingyu look into her clear, black eyes, then smiled and said, word by word:
“Please control yourself, Miss Feng.”
Feng Qingyu quieted down, looked at her slender neck, held back for a moment, stopped her actions, but tears began to fall down.
This person cried without making a sound.
But it was extremely moving.
Xu Jiao looked at her tearful appearance and vaguely remembered that this person seemed to have been nominated for the Jin Sheng Award based on a crying scene.
Clearly an Alpha, yet now being made to cry by an Omega…
No matter how you look at it, this scene seems somewhat reversed.
Xu Jiao had never pushed a girl to this extent before, not knowing what to feel in her heart. Especially seeing such a face with tears streaming down like pear blossoms in the rain, her feelings were extremely complicated.
As a result, Feng Qingyu saw that she had no intention of leaving immediately, so she hugged her again and said in a negotiating manner:
“I… I am in my susceptibility period now, can you help me, please?”
“Let me hug you for a while, it will be over by tonight, okay?”
This request wasn’t exactly excessive.
The previous help was a task requirement, but this… could be considered Xu Jiao’s way of repaying the favor for Feng Qingyu helping her secure an audition opportunity before.
So she reluctantly nodded.
……
A few minutes later.
A voice of unbearable warning echoed in the room: “Feng Qingyu!”
Feng Qingyu bit her shoulder, smelling the sweetness so close, her throat moved, and she released her shoulder, saying in a low voice: “I… I bit the shoulder.”
Xu Jiao: “…” Does the shoulder not hurt?
Feng Qingyu tentatively said: “You are too sweet, I couldn’t help it. I’ll just lick once, I promise not to bite down, okay?”
Xu Jiao firmly held her ground without wavering: “No, you cannot.”
Feng Qingyu remained silent.
After a while.
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Xu Jiao was about to fall asleep when suddenly she shivered all over. She instinctively glared at the person beside her. Feng Qingyu blinked innocently and met her gaze, whispering, “I didn’t break the rules.”
As she spoke, her right index finger pressed again on Xu Jiao’s gland.
Pressing back and forth, Xu Jiao’s nerves also jumped with that motion. The freesia pheromones uncontrollably filled the entire room, and the air conditioning ventilation system started working again.
Xu Jiao’s gland was being rubbed and was twitching, and she felt a certain place under her waist in the quilt also twitching. She didn’t realize her face was already red, and even her warning voice carried a hint of allure:
“Don’t… touch.”
Hearing her seemingly genuine yet false refusal, Feng Qingyu leaned over, her hot breath brushing against Xu Jiao’s lips as if she were about to kiss her. She stopped halfway, and with an extra innocent look, she said:
“Not even a touch?”
Xu Jiao: “No!”
Feng Qingyu’s hand stopped moving. In the next moment, she noticed that the person beneath her unconsciously raised her neck, unable to stop herself from chasing after Feng Qingyu’s fingertips. A smile flickered in Feng Qingyu’s eyes but quickly disappeared as she tilted her head, leaning toward Xu Jiao’s already flushed ear, and whispered:
“But…”
“It seems like you’ve entered your heat period.”
She gently blew on Xu Jiao’s ear, seeing the lustful and seductive color deepen, and softly asked, “Do you really not want it?”
