Don’t Want a Divorce (18)
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Xu Jiao suddenly remembered a psychological concept called the “foot-in-the-door effect.” It refers to the phenomenon where once a person agrees to a small request from others, to avoid cognitive dissonance or to maintain a consistent impression, they are more likely to accept larger requests. This phenomenon is like stepping up a staircase, one step at a time.
In the end…
Xu Jiao would go from accepting to eat apples and grapes to accepting to consume Feng Qingyu.
She lightly moved her throat, unconsciously backed away, pressed her lips together, and said to Feng Qingyu, “I am full.”
Feng Qingyu raised her eyebrows slightly, did not continue to insist, but moved her wrist, placing the peeled grape into her own mouth instead, her cheeks moved, and she slowly said:
“This grape is very sweet.”
Whether the grape itself was sweet, or if it seemed sweet because the grape had kissed Xu Jiao, this became thought-provoking.
Xu Jiao noticed out of the corner of her eye the Feng family parents who were focused on watching TV dramas, found that they hadn’t noticed Feng Qingyu’s mischief at all, could only squint her eyes, give Feng Qingyu a fake smile, then got up from the sofa and left, heading upstairs, deciding to return to her room to quietly surf the internet and watch dramas.
……
“Eh? Where did Jiaojiao go?”
The first episode ended, and as the commercial break began, Shi Weiya finally reacted from the TV drama and looked at the empty spot next to Feng Qingyu.
Feng Qingyu knew in her heart that Xu Jiao had left because she couldn’t endure her teasing, but on the surface, she only said, “There’s a scene in the next episode where she and I get intimate. She was too embarrassed to sit here and watch it with you all, so she went back to her room.”
Shi Weiya couldn’t help but laugh, then said to her, “Don’t let her watch it alone upstairs. You are both actors, you can watch together and discuss it——”
“Qingyu, take this plate of fruit up to her as well. I noticed she seemed to like eating it just now.”
Feng Qingyu, having received the “Empress Dowager’s” order, justifiably carried the fruit plate towards the stairs, walked all the way to the second floor, and found Xu Jiao’s room door. She then knocked.
A lazy “do not enter” came from inside.
Feng Qingyu’s hand was already on the doorknob, just about to turn it, but upon hearing this, she couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.
It’s all because the pheromones of Alphas (A) and Omegas (O) are too flamboyant and obvious. When some people’s pheromones are not restrained, or when their emotions are too intense, even those of the same kind can tell who is coming from ten meters away without turning around.
However…
Feng Qingyu did not yet know that Xu Jiao had become so sensitive to her scent.
She leaned against the door good-naturedly and said to Xu Jiao through the door, “Mom asked me to bring you some fruit. Open the door for a moment. You can eat it later if you get hungry. I’ll just put the fruit plate down and leave.”
After she finished speaking, it was a while before a voice came from inside, “No need.”
Seeing that Xu Jiao was unwilling to open the door, Feng Qingyu felt somewhat helpless. Going back to the living room would be a bit embarrassing, so she simply carried the fruit plate back to her own room and also started watching the second episode online.
……
Forty minutes later.
The second episode’s plot arrived at the most anticipated intimate scene between Noble Consort Rong and the Empress by the drama fans—
The mist-filled hot spring, Rong Qing’s voice that sends shivers down one’s spine, and those teasing, mocking words that made the audience’s hearts itch as she seduced the Empress.
The soaked robes, the snow-white garment sliding off the shoulder, suddenly revealing that beautiful, dizzying bare back, even the water droplets clinging to the skin were clearly visible.
Then came the sounds of heavy breathing, on the surface, it sounded like sharp confrontation, but in reality, every word was filled with hidden emotions, and the sound of the water rippling from their movements…
Like the warbling of orioles slipping beneath flowers, like a faint stream flowing under the ice.
The editing happened to stop at that misty, affectionate, and smiling line: “Sister, can I really come in here?”
The screen froze at this moment.
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All the viewers: “!!!”
“Wait, wait, wait! Did I misidentify the top and bottom? Am I about to witness the first Omega in history to press an Alpha beneath them? Production team, be humane, can’t we have three episodes a day?”
“Exciting! Exciting! Xu Sajiao’s beautiful back, this voice, oh my god! How many Alphas will stay up late with me tonight!”
“My nosebleed is flowing three thousand feet, it seems like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven! Today I must tell Xu Sajiao that I can do it! wuwuwu, Jiaojiao, can you use the voice of the Noble Consort to act coquettishly to me, I’ll give you anything!”
“From now on, if anyone says our Xu Sajiao’s acting is bad, I, as a passerby, will be the first to get mad!”
“Please, Empress, let go of this Xu Sajiao and let me come! Let me properly tell her what her role is! Rolling up sleeves in”
“Woah, you guys go quickly and see! ‘Anxin’ just announced that their new spokesperson is Xu Jiao! The official blog background has changed! I just crawled out from that advertisement, oh my god, I can’t stand it, she’s so ethereal! How can someone be so desirable yet so ethereal! Is this person half-angel, half-devil?”
“I have a premonition! Xu Sajiao is going to be a hit! And a massive hit!”
……
Feng Qingyu was reading the TV drama’s comments when she suddenly saw the news about the advertisement being broadcast and immediately clicked on it.
It was an advertisement of only about twenty seconds.
But once Feng Qingyu clicked in, she found herself unable to leave the advertisement for a while and played it repeatedly several times—
On the computer screen.
A woman was sleeping in that snow-white world. It wasn’t until she slowly opened her eyes and got up towards the window that the audience realized the snow-white covering her was not a blanket but soft, fluffy feathers.
The feathers fell from her body like snow, revealing that beautiful, gracefully contoured figure. Even though not a single inappropriate part was exposed, it still captured everyone’s gaze, as if everyone in front of the screen were those feathers that lingered on her body, unwilling to leave.
She seemed like a snow elf awakening from slumber, or perhaps an angel fallen to the mortal world.
She walked away with a cold expression, pulled open the curtains, and when she turned back, her face remained indifferent, but people realized that behind her were all sorts of heavy artillery equipment.
The camera panned down from her snow-white mesh-covered back, passing over her spine, slender waist, and valleys, finally freezing on the ultimate advertisement slogan:
“Anxin ultra-thin version~ Fulfilling all your dreams~ Never worry about affecting your goddess temperament~”
It turned out she was just an actress in the advertisement, playing the role of an angel.
But the makeup and styling of the awakening scene made people feel that she was a real angel, with such refined features and temperament, giving an impression of a super-luxurious film design.
Feng Qingyu played it five or six times before she was willing to move her gaze to the comment section. The top comment was…
“Clearly, I have no use for it, but why do I, an Alpha, also want to buy this sanitary pad after watching it? I just want to ask, if I use the same sanitary pad, can I become as beautiful as her? [Starry Eyes]” (8865 likes)
Feng Qingyu leaned back on the chair, a slight smile appearing on her face.
Just at this moment, her phone suddenly rang.
It was a message from her manager, Lina.
The content was: “Xu Jiao’s advertisement aired, you must have seen it, right? But I think you definitely haven’t seen this initial version of the plan [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]”
Feng Qingyu raised her hand to click open.
Immediately, her smile froze at the corner of her lips.
……
At this moment, in a bedroom a few rooms away.
Xu Jiao had no idea that she was about to become an overnight sensation, she hadn’t even had time to look at any online comments, she just wrapped herself in a blanket, curled up on the bed like a hibernating bear.
Her heat period had come again.
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Clearly, in her memory, it was something that only occurred once every six months or two to three months, Xu Jiao didn’t know what had gone wrong, but now it happened once a month.
She didn’t want to go out to find Feng Qingyu, she just wanted to endure this period by herself and was secretly planning to have her glands removed in a while, so she wouldn’t be affected by these bouts of heat and could focus on her work.
Just as she was feeling dazed from the heat, Xu Jiao suddenly sensed a cool touch against her.
She unconsciously raised her hand to hold onto the coolness, smelling a strong, bittersweet fruity scent…
Rubbing and pressing against that coolness for a while, Xu Jiao suddenly awoke and opened her eyes, only to meet a pair of deep, seemingly devouring black eyes.
A hoarse voice echoed in the room under the ambiguous bedside lamp light:
“How did you get in?”
Feng Qingyu touched her forehead, feeling that her body temperature had risen a bit, her voice inexplicably carrying a hint of hoarseness: “The advertisement was released, I wanted to tell you, but when I got to the door, I smelled your pheromones… Why didn’t you come to me?”
Xu Jiao loosened her grip on her, moved her head, lazily chasing after the pillow by the bedside, and pushed away Feng Qingyu’s hand from her waist, softly saying:
“I took medicine, although it works slowly, after tonight, my pheromone levels will return to normal by tomorrow.”
Feng Qingyu thought of the revealing piece of clothing she had seen in the planning proposal earlier and then looked at Xu Jiao’s flushed face, insisting on pushing her away.
Somehow, a strong wave of jealousy arose in her heart—
Before the planning was changed, how many people had seen her wife wearing that outfit?
Thinking of this, a surge of fire rose in her heart, the flames flowing through her veins, making her entire body burn, even reaching her brain, burning away the remnants of her rationality.
Feng Qingyu was not pushed away by Xu Jiao’s hand, her heavy breathing falling on Xu Jiao’s face, leaning closer, staring into her somewhat misty eyes, she said:
“You took advantage of me just now, Jiaojiao.”
Xu Jiao raised her hand to block her own gaze, not wanting to see Feng Qingyu’s expression full of the desire to devour her, only revealing the tip of her nose and those red lips. Her slightly dry lips, like a rose lacking water, moved slightly:
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
She said, “But my room door was closed, you shouldn’t have come in.”
Feng Qingyu finally couldn’t hold back her pheromones, enveloping Xu Jiao, like kneading dough, turning Xu Jiao over and over, insisting on imprinting every inch of her with her scent even if she couldn’t touch her.
Xu Jiao was already struggling to suppress herself, now stimulated by her pheromones, the redness that had only covered her face suddenly spread all over her body. If Feng Qingyu could strip off her clothes at this moment, she would find that the person underneath was already like a boiled shrimp.
But Xu Jiao didn’t manage to conceal it very well either.
A hum escaped through her clenched teeth.
This slight sound seemed to announce the collapse of her rationality. Her body couldn’t endure the wave-like Alpha pheromones, and because this scent had once temporarily marked her, even her instincts were awakened, causing a rush of heat to flow uncontrollably downwards.
Hearing her faint sob-like hum, Feng Qingyu lowered her head and lightly brushed her lips against Xu Jiao’s earlobe, deliberately whispering ambiguously:
“I’m worried about you. It’s only nine o’clock; you don’t usually sleep this early—”
“Besides, your pheromone scent is so strong, it’s all over the hallway. If Mom and Dad find out, they’ll definitely ask why I’m so cold-hearted and didn’t come to help you.”
Xu Jiao raised her hand to push her away, her wrist, the back of her hand, and her fingertips emerging from the blanket were all tenderly pink, “No need.”
She tried her best to feign her usual indifferent tone, but Feng Qingyu’s alternating cold and warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, making her hair stand on end. Her body felt like it was rising and falling with the tide, waves of arousal crashing over her, causing her legs to instinctively cross as if to prevent something.
Seeing her in such extreme discomfort yet still refusing her, Feng Qingyu did not press further, simply saying:
“Alright.”
“But the fact that I was concerned about you is true, and the fact that you took advantage of me is also true. You have to pay me back, right?”
Xu Jiao tried her best to escape the disturbance of her pheromones, turning her head away to avoid her influence. Struggling to make out her words, she couldn’t help but ask, “How do you want me to repay you?”
She wanted Feng Qingyu to end this topic and this entanglement as soon as possible, so her tone carried a sense of urgency.
But this urgency, combined with her current state, only made her more irresistibly alluring.
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Feng Qingyu raised her hand and patted her back through the blanket, soothing her to relax. Her tone became slyly gentle, without a hint of forcefulness:
“Let me touch you. I’ll check if you have a fever, and then I’ll leave, alright?”
Xu Jiao nodded hurriedly, saying to her, “Hurry up.”
Hurry up and leave.
But Feng Qingyu deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, igniting a fire under the blanket.
Suddenly—
Xu Jiao let out a heavy breath, her waist involuntarily lifting before falling back heavily onto the bed.
Feng Qingyu withdrew her hand from under the blanket, her fingertips moving slightly. The light reflected off the sticky, unidentified liquid between her fingers, making it glisten. Paired with her smiling, polite expression, it gave off a starkly debauched feeling.
She leaned down again, not in a hurry to clean herself, but instead, she opened her palm and held it up in front of Xu Jiao’s face, letting her clearly see the slick liquid dripping from her palm. With a light laugh, she asked:
“Jiaojiao, what is this?”
Feng Qingyu, still smiling, said, “If this continues, the blanket will get dirty—”
She asked again, “Do you really not want my help?”
