Top-Tier Omega: Chasing Alpha to the Crematorium – Chapter 63

Desperate Entanglement

The atmosphere in the Conference Room of the Military Headquarters Building was solemn and tense.

Sitting at the head of the long table, Ming Yu swept a cold, stern gaze over the high-ranking military officers present. Her fingers tapped lightly against the tabletop, the rhythmic sound serving as a reminder to everyone of the urgency of time.

            

“The founding of the academy tomorrow is the most important event for the Military Headquarters in recent years,” Ming Yu said, her voice low and powerful, carrying unquestionable authority. “There cannot be a single mistake in any detail. The security, in particular, must be airtight. We absolutely cannot allow any oversights.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the officer in charge of security stood up and responded respectfully, “Please rest assured, Admiral Ming. We have arranged for our most elite personnel to handle on-site security. Everyone entering the venue will undergo strict identity verification.”

Ming Yu nodded, her gaze shifting to the other side. “What about the other arrangements?”

            

The officers in charge immediately opened their files and reported in detail, one by one.

The meeting lasted for nearly two hours. Ming Yu listened to the reports from each department and laid out strict requirements for every detail. Her rigorous approach ensured that none of the officers present dared to slack off in the slightest.

Even Zhan Nansheng, who usually couldn’t stand the sight of her, didn’t bring any personal feelings into the matter.

            

After the meeting adjourned, Ming Yu stood up, straightened her uniform, and prepared to leave the Conference Room.

However, the moment she stepped out the door, Zhan Nansheng quickly caught up to her.

“Admiral Ming, wait.”

            

Ming Yu stopped and turned to look at her. “Is there something you need, Lieutenant General Zhan?”

Zhan Nansheng looked at her, a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone. “Ming Yu, Song Qingpei has been going to see Wu Lan frequently as of late. I hope you can remind her to show some discretion.”

“What do you mean by that, Lieutenant General Zhan?” Ming Yu’s eyes grew cold.

            

Zhan Nansheng said unhappily, “I’m just reminding you. Wu Lan is about to become my fiancée. With Song Qingpei contacting her so frequently, it’s bound to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.”

Hearing this, Ming Yu let out a soft scoff, as if she had just heard a joke. “Lieutenant General Zhan, you had better take care of your own affairs first. Your ‘scandal’ with Qin Shuang is raging out there. I hope it won’t affect your work.”

Struck where it hurt, Zhan Nansheng’s face instantly turned livid, her voice laced with obvious anger.

            

“Ming Yu, don’t go too far! Those are personal matters. They won’t affect the military academy!”

“Personal matters?” Ming Yu ruthlessly punctured her defense, saying coldly, “Lieutenant General Zhan, your personal affairs are already known to everyone. If you can’t even handle your own business, what right do you have to dictate the actions of others?”

Choked by Ming Yu’s words, Zhan Nansheng was momentarily left speechless, her face flushing bright red.

            

She gritted her teeth, a touch of resentment in her voice. “Ming Yu, I’m kindly reminding you. The relationship between Wu Lan and Song Qingpei is absolutely not innocent. Aren’t you afraid—”

“Enough!” Ming Yu cut her off, her patience entirely exhausted, and said coldly, “Zhan Nansheng, I’m warning you, don’t meddle in things that don’t concern you. Song Qingpei is my wife. I trust her. It is not your place to point fingers.”

With that, Ming Yu ignored Zhan Nansheng and turned to stride away.

            

Zhan Nansheng was left standing in place, her expression terrifyingly dark.

Upon returning to her office, Ming Yu closed the door and took a deep breath, trying hard to quell the rising fury in her heart.

A moment later, she picked up her communicator and dialed Wu Lan’s number.

            

She cut straight to the point: “Qingpei went to see you?”

Wu Lan chuckled and admitted frankly, “Yes. Admiral Ming is truly well-informed.”

Ming Yu’s tone held a hidden mockery. “It’s not that I’m well-informed. It’s that your girlfriend’s jealousy is so great that she already ran right up to me to issue a warning, telling me to keep my wife in line.”

            

Hearing the word ‘girlfriend,’ Wu Lan seemed slightly dazed.

It took her a long moment to react. “Zhan Nansheng went to find you?”

“Director Wu, I hope you can resolve your personal affairs properly. Don’t let them affect our work.”

            

For once, Wu Lan was rendered speechless by Ming Yu’s retort.

Ming Yu couldn’t be bothered to waste breath on her over such trivial nonsense. She asked directly, “Director Wu, how is the progress of our plan?”

“Everything is already arranged.”

            

As she spoke, Wu Lan suddenly shifted the topic. “Admiral Ming, I’m doing my utmost to handle this for you. Shouldn’t you show a little sincerity? When will you give me the Interstellar Route Map?”

Ming Yu frowned. “Director Wu, the matter hasn’t been completed yet. Isn’t it a bit too early to demand payment?”

“Admiral Ming, I’m just looking out for you.” Wu Lan’s voice remained relaxed, but her words carried a veiled threat. “The people of the Black Kite organization are not so easily dealt with. Without sufficient leverage, I cannot guarantee that we can wipe them all out in one fell swoop.”

            

Ming Yu warned, “Wu Lan, I hope you understand that our cooperation is built on mutual trust and benefit. If you dare to play any tricks, you will bear the consequences.”

“Don’t worry. I have no fondness for the people of the Black Kite organization either.”

Wu Lan chuckled, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “However, I am a bit worried. Song Qingpei seems to have already started suspecting you. If she finds out the truth, what will she do?”

            

At the mention of Song Qingpei, Ming Yu’s heart sank heavily, her fingers tightening around the communicator.

“That is my business. You don’t need to worry about it. You only need to do what you’re supposed to do, and I will give you that Interstellar Route Map.”

After saying that, Ming Yu directly hung up the communicator.

            

She stood before the window. A trace of hesitation flashed through her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by firm resolve.

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After Song Qingpei left the hospital, her mood grew increasingly heavy.

Wu Lan’s words were like a thorn, piercing deeply into her heart and refusing to be dislodged. Although she believed Ming Yu wouldn’t hurt her, with Ming Yu’s personality, there was no telling what extreme measures she might take to force her to stay.

            

She desperately wanted to ask Ming Yu, but she remembered that tomorrow was the founding day of the military academy, and Ming Yu would surely be extremely busy. It wasn’t the right time to distract her. After much deliberation, Song Qingpei decided to wait until Ming Yu came home to have a proper talk with her.

Even though she knew the hopes of getting the truth out of Ming Yu were slim, she still wanted to try.

Upon returning home, Song Qingpei sat alone on the living room sofa, struggling to piece together the information she had gathered today. She tried to construct a complete truth from the fragmented clues, but the more she thought about it, the more chaotic it seemed. Just then, her communicator suddenly rang.

            

Song Qingpei glanced down. It was Li Man’s number.

“Qingpei, tomorrow’s arrangements are complete,” Li Man said, her voice low and urgent. “Tomorrow, after the military academy’s opening ceremony concludes, someone will come to extract you. The secret signal is, ‘The flowers have bloomed, spring has come.'”

Song Qingpei’s heart seized. She couldn’t speak for a long time.

            

“Qingpei, did you hear me?” Li Man pressed anxiously.

“I… I heard you.” Her voice was a little hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of her throat.

“Good. Remember, be careful with everything.”

            

With that, Li Man hung up the call.

Song Qingpei clutched the communicator, sitting blankly on the sofa, her mind completely empty.

Was she really going to leave?

            

Leave Song Song, leave Ming Yu, leave this home she had worked so hard to build?

She felt a wave of disorientation, as if this was all a dream, making her reluctant to face reality.

It took a long time before Song Qingpei barely managed to regain her composure.

            

She stood up and checked the time, realizing it was time to pick up Song Song from school. She pulled herself together, grabbed her coat, and headed out.

When she reached the school gates, Song Song threw herself into her arms like a cheerful little bird.

“Mama!” Song Song’s voice was full of excitement. “Why did you come to pick me up today?”

            

Song Qingpei forced a smile and rubbed Song Song’s head. “Mama was free today, so I came to get you. How was it? Did you have fun at school today?”

Song Song nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling. “Yes! The teacher even praised me today!”

Holding Song Song’s hand, Song Qingpei walked along, listening to her chattering excitedly about the amusing things that happened at school. Song Song’s voice was like a clear spring, temporarily washing away the gloom in her heart.

            

“Mama, did you know?” Song Song looked up, her face filled with pride. “I saw Mommy on the news today! My classmates all said Mommy is amazing, and they’re so jealous that I have such an amazing Mommy!”

Looking at Song Song’s innocent face, a wave of bitterness welled up in Song Qingpei’s heart.

“Yes, Mommy is amazing.” She forced a smile, trying hard not to let her daughter see that anything was wrong. “Song Song will grow up to be just as amazing as Mommy, okay?”

            

Song Song nodded emphatically, her small face completely serious. “Mhm! I’ll definitely work hard!”

After returning home, Song Qingpei played with Song Song for a while.

She tried her best to look relaxed and happy, but the heaviness in her chest refused to dissipate.

            

As the minutes and seconds ticked by, Ming Yu still hadn’t returned. Unable to hold back any longer, Song Qingpei picked up her communicator and dialed Ming Yu’s number.

“Ming Yu, when are you coming back?”

On the other end of the line, Ming Yu’s voice sounded exhausted. “Qingpei, I might be back very late tonight. There’s too much to do for the military academy. I have to finish dealing with it before I can go home.”

            

Song Qingpei’s heart sank. She had originally planned to have a good talk with Ming Yu when she got home, but now it seemed that plan was going to fall through.

“Qingpei?” Ming Yu’s voice carried a hint of confusion.

“It’s nothing…” Song Qingpei managed a weak smile, her voice slightly hoarse. “Go ahead and work. Remember to rest.”

            

“Alright. You should go to bed early too.”

Ending the call, Ming Yu stood in the military academy’s Command Center. Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, she overlooked the busy soldiers and staff in the plaza below.

Her emotions were complex, a mix of anticipation for the upcoming grand event and lingering worry.

            

She turned around and looked at the exquisite sapphire brooch sitting on the desk. This was the gift she had specially prepared for Song Qingpei. She gently picked up the brooch, holding it in the palm of her hand.

Tomorrow, she would let everyone know that Song Qingpei was her wife.

“Admiral Ming, everything is ready,” Adjutant Lieutenant Lin walked in and said respectfully.

            

Ming Yu nodded, her gaze still fixed on the brooch. “Adjutant Lin, tomorrow’s security must be absolutely foolproof. I do not want any accidents to occur.”

“Yes, Admiral.” Lieutenant Lin nodded solemnly. “We have intensified inspections at all entrances and exits to ensure that no suspicious persons can slip in.”

Ming Yu took a deep breath, placed the brooch back into its box, and turned to walk toward the window.

            

Her gaze crossed the plaza, as if she could already envision the grand spectacle of the following day. Every step tomorrow was critical. She could not let anyone ruin this, much less give anyone the chance to take her wife away.

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The night deepened. Song Qingpei finished dinner with Song Song and coaxed her into bed.

Song Song lay in bed, but she refused to close her eyes for a long time.

            

“Mama, I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel so sad.”

Song Song suddenly threw her arms around Song Qingpei, her voice tinged with bewilderment. “My heart hurts. It feels like something bad is going to happen.”

Song Qingpei’s heart jolted violently, her eyes instantly welling with tears.

            

Was there truly a mother-daughter connection¹? Did Song Song also sense that she was leaving?

She hugged Song Song tightly, her voice choked with emotion. “It’s alright, Song Song. Mama is here.”

Song Song nuzzled into Song Qingpei’s embrace, her voice gradually softening. “Mama, don’t leave me…”

            

Song Qingpei felt as if her heart were being ripped apart, the pain agonizing.

In that moment, she felt a sudden impulse to confess everything to her daughter. But she couldn’t. Song Song was still young; if an accident occurred, it would ruin everything.

She could only endure it, comforting herself with the thought that she would have a proper talk with Ming Yu later tonight. After she left, Ming Yu would have to soothe Song Song. She absolutely couldn’t let her be sad. The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt. She truly owed her daughter far too much. But she owed Auntie just as much.

            

At this moment, she profoundly experienced the true meaning of a dilemma.

“Mama~”

Song Song buried her face in her chest, calling out to her softly.

            

Song Qingpei snapped out of her daze. She gently patted Song Song’s back, coaxing her in a low voice, “Be good, Song Song. Go to sleep. Mama is here with you.”

After a long time, Song Song finally fell asleep.

Song Qingpei gently laid her down on the bed and tucked her in. Standing quietly by the bedside, she looked at Song Song’s peaceful sleeping face, her heart filled with reluctance to part.

            

Silently, she said to Song Song in her heart: Baby, Mama is sorry. Mama will come back soon.

Leaving Song Song’s room, Song Qingpei sat on the living room sofa, quietly waiting for Ming Yu to return.

The moonlight outside the window spilled into the living room through the gap in the curtains, casting its glow onto Song Qingpei’s somewhat exhausted face.

            

She sat on the sofa, her hands clasped tightly together, her fingertips slightly cold.

Time slipped away, minute by minute, and her heart grew heavier with the ticking of the clock.

Finally, the sound of the lock turning came from the door.

            

Song Qingpei snapped her head up and saw Ming Yu push the door open and enter.

Her military uniform remained crisp, but her face bore an exhaustion similar to her own.

Seeing Song Qingpei still sitting on the sofa, Ming Yu furrowed her brows, her tone laced with obvious heartache. “Why haven’t you slept yet? It’s so late, you didn’t have to wait for me.”

            

Song Qingpei stood up and looked at Ming Yu, her heart a tangled mess of emotions.

“Ming Yu, I… there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Ming Yu’s gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, seeming to notice that something was off, but she quickly retracted her sight. She took off her coat, hung it casually on the coat rack, and adopted a light tone. “What is so important that it has to be discussed right now? You have to get up early for the military academy opening ceremony tomorrow.”

            

For a moment, she didn’t know how to begin. Her eyes darted away evasively. “I’m… a bit unable to sleep. Let’s go back to the bedroom first. I have something to say to you.”

The two entered the bedroom one after the other. Ming Yu casually closed the door and turned to look at Song Qingpei, a probing light in her eyes. “Qingpei, what’s wrong with you?”

Song Qingpei stood by the bed. She had originally intended to directly question Ming Yu about Wu Lan, to ask if she was truly plotting something behind her back. But when the words reached her lips, she couldn’t force them out.

            

Seeing her remain silent for so long, Ming Yu asked with concern, “Qingpei, are you tired? Too much has happened today. Get some rest first; we can talk about whatever it is tomorrow.”

Song Qingpei shook her head and finally spoke. “Ming Yu, today… Song Song seemed to sense something.”

Ming Yu paused for a moment. She walked over and gently held her hand. “What happened with Song Song?”

            

She lowered her head, her voice catching slightly. “Song Song kept hugging me today, saying her heart hurt and that it felt like something bad was going to happen. She also said… told me not to leave her.”

Ming Yu’s eyes darkened fractionally. Her grip on Song Qingpei’s hand tightened, though her tone remained gentle. “Children can be a bit sensitive sometimes. Song Song is just too dependent on you. Don’t overthink it; I’ll take good care of her.”

Song Qingpei looked up, her eyes filled with complex emotions. “Ming Yu, you…”

            

Her words cut off, she increasingly felt that Ming Yu’s reaction was too calm—so calm that it felt unnatural. She had thought that upon hearing Song Song’s reaction, Ming Yu would panic, would press for answers, or perhaps even grow angry. Yet Ming Yu seemed to have anticipated everything, not even uttering a single word to ask her to stay.

She was actually… comforting her.

If she had only harbored a sliver of suspicion before, now she was almost certain.

            

There was definitely something wrong with Ming Yu.

Unable to bear it any longer, Song Qingpei forced the words out with difficulty. “Ming Yu, are… are you hiding something from me?”

Ming Yu’s body noticeably stiffened. “Why do you ask that?”

            

Looking at Ming Yu’s exhausted face, Song Qingpei felt a twinge of reluctance, but remembering Wu Lan’s words and Li Man’s arrangements, she hesitated before finally asking, “Ming Yu, what… what is going on with your deal with Wu Lan?”

Ming Yu’s brows furrowed slightly, a touch of wariness entering her tone. “Wu Lan? What did she say to you?”

Song Qingpei’s voice dropped even softer. “She… didn’t say much. I’m just afraid you might act impulsively…”

            

“Qingpei, what exactly are you trying to say? What are you suspecting me of?” Ming Yu looked at her, visibly wounded.

Song Qingpei hastily shook her head. “I’m not suspecting you. I’m just… just a little uneasy.”

“Uneasy? Why are you uneasy?” Ming Yu locked eyes with her, her voice dropping lower. “Is it because I agreed to let you go, and you think I’ll go back on my word?”

            

With that layer of pretense stripped away, Song Qingpei’s thoughts were laid bare.

Ultimately feeling guilty, Song Qingpei’s voice was almost imperceptible. “I… I don’t know. Ming Yu, you’ve never been someone who lets go easily. I’m afraid… afraid that you don’t actually want me to leave.”

Complex emotions flashed through Ming Yu’s eyes. “So, Qingpei, are you testing me? Do you think I would resort to any means necessary to keep you here?”

            

Beneath Ming Yu’s oppressive aura, Song Qingpei’s confidence wavered even more. “That’s not what I meant… I just…”

She simply couldn’t voice the rest. She couldn’t very well say that she found this version of Ming Yu unnatural—that Ming Yu shouldn’t be so considerate and understanding. The normal Ming Yu would forcefully keep her here, even locking her up if necessary. No matter how foolish she was, she couldn’t say those words aloud.

She feared that even if Ming Yu hadn’t harbored such intentions initially, saying that would anger her enough to actually lock her up.

            

Seeing her stammering, unable to produce a coherent explanation after a long time, Ming Yu’s gaze gradually sharpened. Her tone carried suppressed anger.

“Qingpei, do you really want to know the answer? If I said I don’t want you to leave, would you stay? If I said I would rather you hate me, that I would use any means necessary to keep you here. What would you choose?”

Song Qingpei’s heart trembled. “Ming Yu…”

            

Ming Yu’s expression twisted in pain, her voice catching with a sob. “Qingpei, you’re always like this… You always think I’m going to hurt you, that I’m going to control you. But have you ever thought that I only agreed to let you go because I was afraid you would hate me again? I didn’t have any other choice, did I?”

Song Qingpei was instantly overwhelmed with shame.

She was right. She had made a decision, unilaterally informed Ming Yu of it, and tried to gain her trust and understanding. But when Ming Yu actually agreed, she had turned around and doubted her.

            

Ming Yu was right; she hadn’t given her a choice to begin with.

Looking at her with wounded eyes, Ming Yu reached into her pocket, pulled out an exquisite brooch, and gently placed it into Song Qingpei’s palm. Her voice was low and hoarse, laced with heartache.

“Qingpei, this brooch, much like my medal, is the thing I cherish most. I wanted to share my glory with you… Yet you’re always thinking of leaving me, and you even doubt my heart for you.”

            

Staring at the brooch in her hand, Song Qingpei was gripped by profound regret.

“Ming Yu, I… I shouldn’t have doubted you. I’m sorry…”

Before she could finish, Ming Yu fiercely pulled her into an embrace, resting her chin on Song Qingpei’s shoulder. She begged softly by her ear, “Qingpei, if I beg you… can you stay for me and Song Song?”

            

“If I used any means necessary to keep you, would you forgive me?”

“Qingpei, don’t go, alright? I’m begging you…”

Song Qingpei felt as though her heart was being torn apart. She opened her mouth, only to find she couldn’t give an answer.

            

Now, she regretted it immensely. She shouldn’t have doubted Ming Yu. Ming Yu had clearly already promised her, yet she had foolishly picked at the scab, pushing the two of them into this awkward impasse again.

“Qingpei, I can’t live without you. Don’t go, alright?”

“I’m begging you, don’t go…”

            

Beside her ear, Ming Yu’s repeated pleas trapped Song Qingpei in an impossible dilemma.

After a long moment, she managed to force out a single sentence. “Ming Yu, I’m sorry. I… I promise, I’ll come back early…”

Hearing her choice once again, the light in Ming Yu’s eyes gradually dimmed.

            

She slowly released her grip on Song Qingpei’s waist. Without speaking another word, and without looking at Song Qingpei again, she turned and walked toward the bathroom, her voice raspy. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Song Qingpei stood frozen in place, clutching the brooch tightly in her hand as she listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Ming Yu’s previous words kept echoing in her mind: “Qingpei, I wanted to share my glory with you… Yet you’re always thinking of leaving me, and you even doubt my heart for you.”

            

Word by word, sentence by sentence, it felt as if they were constantly indicting her.

Her suspicion had thoroughly broken Ming Yu’s heart. She truly was a terrible person.

A few minutes later, Song Qingpei placed the brooch on the table and gently pushed open the bathroom door.

            

Ming Yu stood beneath the showerhead. Her body, as pristine as white jade, seemed to glow in the misty water vapor. The droplets slid down her skin, outlining her slender figure.

Song Qingpei stepped forward and hugged her from behind. “Ming Yu, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Ming Yu’s body stiffened slightly before she turned around and pulled Song Qingpei into her arms.

            

The water soaked Song Qingpei’s clothes, but she paid it no mind.

She tilted her head up, looking directly into Ming Yu’s eyes. Her voice carried a trace of unyielding resolve. “Ming Yu, believe me… no matter what happens, I will come back…”

Ming Yu didn’t seem to want to hear her speak. She suddenly dipped her head and captured Song Qingpei’s lips.

            

The kiss was fiercely aggressive and possessive, unlike anything before. Like a beast driven into a corner, she ground her lips against hers ruthlessly. Song Qingpei responded to her, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist as if trying to meld her into her own body.

Their breaths tangled together, rapid and erratic.

Ming Yu’s palm slid down the curve of Song Qingpei’s waist, her fingertips deftly undoing her buttons.

            

Song Qingpei cooperatively shed her clothes, actively pulling her closer. The warm water soaked their bodies, but it could not extinguish the flames raging within them. Stirred by the intense emotion, Ming Yu’s pheromones abruptly exploded into the narrow confines of the bathroom.

Her heat period had arrived early again.

Under the influence of the pheromones, Ming Yu’s body went slack. Song Qingpei immediately reached out to support her waist, using her own strength to hold her up as she pressed her against the condensation-slicked tiles. The sudden shock of the cold surface against her burning body sent an uncontrollable shiver through Ming Yu.

            

It was like experiencing two extremes of ice and fire², and the stark contrast only spurred her pheromones to grow richer and more potent.

Dissatisfied, Ming Yu clung to the instigator’s neck. Her kisses trailed from Song Qingpei’s lips down to her neck, lightly biting her collarbone to leave a deep mark, satisfied to hear her muffled groans.

Ming Yu’s kisses carried a vengeful edge, biting down hard on Song Qingpei’s lips as if to pour all her grievances and resentment into this single act. Song Qingpei didn’t resist. Instead, she responded gently, allowing Ming Yu’s tongue to ravage her mouth.

            

But Ming Yu wasn’t satisfied with just that. Her kisses grew increasingly wanton. Rather than pushing her away, Song Qingpei held her even tighter. Ming Yu’s pheromones grew thick and heavy, brimming with an almost maddening possessiveness.

“Ming Yu…”

Song Qingpei’s voice was hoarse, laced with a sense of helplessness.

            

She knew Ming Yu was venting—venting the insecurity and agony in her heart—and she was willing to indulge her.

Ming Yu’s hands slid down the curve of Song Qingpei’s waist. Consumed by an overwhelming desire, Song Qingpei’s body trembled slightly, her fingers burying deep into Ming Yu’s hair as her breathing grew more frantic.

“Ming Yu… that’s enough…”

            

Song Qingpei’s voice was laced with suppressed pants. She could feel her reason steadily crumbling.

Ming Yu lifted her head, her eyes holding a mix of provocation and dissatisfaction. “Weren’t you going to leave? What is this? A parting gift before you go…”

Knowing she wouldn’t say anything pleasant, Song Qingpei quickly dipped her head, tightly clamping down on Ming Yu’s wrists and kissing her lips to silence her, attempting to use the kiss to quell her anger.

            

Ming Yu’s body trembled slightly, but she didn’t fight back, actively leaning into her kiss.

Feeling the turbulent pain and unwillingness surging within Ming Yu’s heart, Song Qingpei’s own chest ached fiercely. She knew that at this moment, Ming Yu was like a wounded beast—licking her wounds alone yet desperately craving solace. These cathartic kisses and touches were her final struggle.

Battered by the overwhelming impact of Ming Yu’s thick pheromones, her own rationality began to teeter. Song Qingpei’s lips slowly trailed downward, searching for that most sensitive gland.

            

Sensing her intention, Ming Yu’s body jolted violently. A complex light, a tangle of panic and anticipation, flashed through her eyes. But before she could react, Song Qingpei bit down without a moment’s hesitation.

Finally unable to endure the world-shattering sensation any longer, she clamped her teeth hard onto Song Qingpei’s shoulder, letting out a low, muffled whimper.

“Qingpei, don’t go…”

            

Their bodies twined tightly together, as if wishing they could drown in each other’s embrace and never be separated again.

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