Chapter – 64
But because Liliophe had always appeared so gentle, the mage failed to notice the strong resistance and hatred hidden in her eyes.
Liliophe stared coldly at his back and followed behind him.
The man’s long bronze hair looked especially chilling in the darkness.
However, the situation in front of her left her no time to think. She could already feel a burning sensation rising inside her. If she stayed any longer, her Omega pheromones would be exposed.
An Jianqing opened the door—only to freeze the next second.
Standing outside was Qiu Mengxi.
“President An, leaving so early? Are you not welcoming me?” Qiu Mengxi said with a smile, casually leaning to the side—perfectly blocking An Jianqing’s way.
In that instant, An Jianqing understood. What she had refused to believe had become reality.
Alpha pheromones rushed toward her. Though faint, they were enough to stir the heat rising uncontrollably inside her body.
She didn’t dare linger. Keeping her expression calm, she smiled and said, “Secretary Du is looking for me.”
“She should be drinking right now,” Qiu Mengxi replied with a curved smile.
Before she could finish, Du Rong’s voice came from behind. “President An, so you’re here. I have something urgent to discuss with you.”
“Mm. Let’s talk in the room,” An Jianqing said, turning sideways to leave.
Qiu Mengxi’s face darkened. “Manager Du appeared at quite the right time.”
“Not as well-timed as President Qiu,” Du Rong replied coldly.
She knew An Jianqing’s thoughts clearly. Every time she saw An Jianqing together with Qiu Mengxi, her heart would sour uncontrollably.
She had never been polite toward Qiu Mengxi.
“Let’s go,” An Jianqing forced herself to say rationally.
With every step, her vision blurred further. Her body felt as if it might collapse at any moment.
The heat inside her kept rising, burning her whole body. Fine beads of sweat formed on her fair cheeks.
“President An, are you alright?” Du Rong tried to step forward to support her.
“I’m fine,” An Jianqing refused coldly, biting her lip to stay conscious.
Finally reaching the room, she controlled her trembling fingers and took out the key, opening the door and entering.
Her body could no longer hold on. She collapsed to the floor as the overwhelming heat surged violently against her gland.
Pressing her hand to the back of her neck, she tried to stop her pheromones from spilling into the air.
Du Rong stood outside, her expression conflicted before turning resolute.
She opened her bag and nervously searched among her cosmetics for the room card. After going through everything twice, she found only her own card.
Startled, she recalled her movements during the day and hurried out to search.
Ning Xuechu stood at the corner of the staircase, watching Du Rong leave in a panic. After thinking for a moment, she chose not to return to the car.
Even if Du Rong noticed she was missing, she could claim she had gotten drunk and wandered off unknowingly.
Patiently waiting for the elevator to go down, Ning Xuechu looked at the empty corridor and walked toward An Jianqing’s room.
The room card was in her pocket.
She slipped her fingers inside, gripping the card and lightly rubbing its edge with her thumb.
Suddenly, a faint scent of green plum wine drifted to her nose, making her heartbeat tighten. A burning sensation rose at her gland.
Her eyes sharpened. Without hesitation, she swiftly took out the card and opened the door.
The movement was smooth and decisive.
The room was pitch black. The scent of green plum wine rushed straight at her. Ning Xuechu trembled, the gland at the back of her neck growing hotter.
For a moment, her mind went hazy, as if she were losing consciousness. She quickly shook her head, driving away the feeling of losing control.
After standing there for a while, she finally regained her rationality and, relying on memory, walked step by step toward the bed.
The sweet fragrance unique to an Omega came from there.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, aided by a sliver of light slipping through the curtains, Ning Xuechu saw the scene on the bed.
The person lying there had unfocused eyes, the corners tinged with a vivid red. Her fair cheeks were dyed a rosy crimson like sunset clouds. Her once neat clothing was in disarray, revealing large patches of pale skin.
“Mmm…” The Omega parted her red lips, letting out an enticing sound.
Unable to control herself, Ning Xuechu lowered her head, leaned down, and bit gently at the Omega’s lips, whispering, “So, sister is an Omega…”
An Jianqing’s whole body burned. Her consciousness was blurred as her Omega pheromones spread freely into the air.
She vaguely sensed someone entering, but her dazed vision couldn’t make out the person’s face.
A scorching body pressed against her. The sweet-and-sour scent of cherries invaded her nose, overtaking every cell and shred of reason.
Her mind was filled only with Alpha pheromones. Her body’s instinct drove her closer.
Ning Xuechu slowly savored the soft lips beneath her. The Omega was very cooperative—almost inviting her to taste.
Lowering her eyes, Ning Xuechu released her pheromones without restraint, letting them mingle with the Omega’s scent.
Intertwined inseparably—just like them at this moment.
As night deepened, the rich pheromone scent in the air gradually faded.
Ning Xuechu sat by the bed, gazing at the sleeping figure, and reached out to touch the graceful body marked with red traces.
At first, she had restrained herself, reminding herself not to leave marks. But the Omega’s passion had far exceeded her expectations. The constant seeking shattered her rationality. Later, she forgot to hold back, following instinct to claim her.
Perhaps she had gone a little too far.
A trace of heartache flashed through Ning Xuechu’s eyes. She covered An Jianqing with the blanket and got up to leave.
The corridor was empty, lit only by dim lights.
Ning Xuechu quickly returned to her own room and rinsed herself with cold water.
The marks on her body were no fewer than An Jianqing’s.
Even in her heat, An Jianqing had not seemed fragile. From her beautiful red lips came broken, nearly hoarse sounds. Her soft body refused to let go, arms tightly wrapped around the Alpha’s neck, head tilted back to reveal a perfect neckline.
At the height of passion, those slender hands had left streaks across the Alpha’s back.
Ning Xuechu swallowed. A streak of red suddenly flowed from her nose. She wiped it quickly and tilted her head back.
