A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online - Chapter 19

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm, ambiguous glow over the entire room.

The light fell on the intertwined figures lying on the bed, their soft, pale skin bathed in its radiance.

They embraced, cherishing the warmth between them, savoring this beautiful, fleeting moment.

Yu Wanyin looked utterly content, her heart overflowing with happiness. Holding Qiao Sanghe in her arms felt like holding the whole world. For once, she felt as though luck was finally on her side. Compared to the life she’d led before, this happiness felt almost unreal. In this moment, she didn’t want to think about anything else—she just wanted to stay wrapped around her forever, freezing time.

Qiao Sanghe, nestled in her embrace, felt the heat and tenderness surrounding her. Her feelings for Yu Wanyin were complicated, but one thing was clear: this woman had become irreplaceable. No matter the reason, she’d grown used to her presence—so much so that she couldn’t imagine letting her go under any circumstance.

Her lazy eyes turned toward Yu Wanyin’s delicate face. In her gaze, she saw tenderness and deep affection—something that inexplicably filled her with satisfaction. It made her happy just to be seen like that.

“Yin Yin, help me get dressed.”

Yu Wanyin nodded, gently fastening each button on Qiao Sanghe’s shirt. The fabric was slightly wrinkled—evidence of the wild passion from the night before.

As she buttoned her up, the memory of unbuttoning that very shirt flashed through her mind. That scene had been so beautiful it felt almost dreamlike—etched deeply into her soul.

Lingering over her body with reluctant care, she dressed her gently. Her fingertips brushed against Qiao Sanghe’s skin now and then, and each touch made her heart race uncontrollably.

Bending down on one knee, Yu Wanyin helped her put on her shoes. She didn’t know why, but she found a strange joy in doing this kind of thing for her—and did it with practiced ease. She saw it as an expression of longing. For her, doing anything for Qiao Sanghe was a sweet kind of surrender.

Qiao Sanghe teasingly tapped Yu Wanyin’s body with the tip of her shoe. She’d never actually tried stepping on her—but the mere thought of it stirred something darkly satisfying inside her. It fed her possessiveness, a thrilling part of her desire to tame Yu Wanyin.

She loved that feeling. This was her first time attempting to “train” someone emotionally. Her personality had always leaned toward extremes, but no one had ever broken through her inner walls. No one else had even deserved to. But Yu Wanyin was the first person to reach her heart. She liked her—and she liked the process of shaping her. This was how she expressed her feelings: through control, through intimacy, through transformation.

Yu Wanyin pressed her cheek softly to Qiao Sanghe’s foot, her misty eyes like a frightened doe’s—sweet, seductive, with a trace of vulnerability. It was as if she were silently telling her, “You can do anything you want to me.” That look made Qiao Sanghe’s heart itch with desire. If it wasn’t for today’s filming, she might have indulged her impulses right then and there.

After they’d cleared things up about what happened on the cruise, their relationship had clearly grown more intimate. Yu Wanyin’s care had become more proactive. Her subtle submissiveness now carried a hint of deliberate seduction—clumsy and raw, yes, but no less effective. It excited Qiao Sanghe immensely. It meant Yu Wanyin wanted her just as much—and wanted to possess her too.

Qiao Sanghe had always loved prey with a challenge. And Yu Wanyin? She was shaping up to be perfect. She was genuinely curious to see how far she could mold her. Every new reaction Yu Wanyin gave brought her a thrill of surprise.

Yu Wanyin began brewing coffee for her—now with practiced ease. She had mastered the grind, the roast, the temperature—all second nature now. Making coffee had become a symbol of her devotion. It was through this small act that she first discovered Qiao Sanghe’s preferences. From that moment on, she’d resolved to understand her thoroughly—every habit, every quirk.

It wasn’t just about getting close for practical reasons. It was about capturing Qiao Sanghe’s attention. Yu Wanyin had always excelled at anything she set her mind to. Forced by life, she’d learned countless skills and earned many certifications—not for herself, but for survival, for her sister, for money. Nothing had ever been just for her.

Now that her sister’s illness had been cured, that lifelong pressure had suddenly lifted. For the first time, she could ask herself what she wanted. And her answer was Qiao Sanghe.

In fact, these two desires were one and the same. Longing for Qiao Sanghe was her need. Thinking about her feelings meant thinking about Qiao Sanghe. Love, once poured out, could never be retrieved. Yu Wanyin had already fallen—and there was no going back.

Qiao Sanghe sipped the coffee Yu Wanyin made and found a faint sweetness in it. There was no sugar, but the flavor had changed—perhaps because her heart had changed. This habit, once ordinary, had become uniquely hers.

She remembered how poorly she’d treated Yu Wanyin about coffee before. That memory lingered deeply.

“Come here.”

Yu Wanyin heard her voice, put down what she was doing, and quickly walked over.

Qiao Sanghe took a sip, then kissed her gently on the lips. The bitterness of coffee met the soft vanilla scent of her skin—rich and sweet, mingled into a flavor all her own.

The kiss lingered, indulgent and unwilling to end.

What started as gentle soon grew more urgent—bordering on possessive. She couldn’t stop herself. Her heart was full of desire to claim her.

After a long while…

Qiao Sanghe’s lips were swollen and tinged with red, even slightly bloodied. She shot Yu Wanyin a glare.

So disobedient. She kissed without restraint.

How was she supposed to face anyone looking like this?

As a public figure, her face was her livelihood. No matter how wild things got, they’d never left visible marks—until now.

Yu Wanyin really was getting bold. She’d have to punish her later.

Qiao Sanghe applied a bit of ointment. Yu Wanyin stood nearby, head bowed in guilty silence. She really needed to learn restraint—because when she faced Qiao Sanghe, it was far too easy to lose control, to get lost in the sweetness she spun like a web.

Before heading to the set for filming, Qiao Sanghe’s personal makeup artist applied a heavier layer of makeup to conceal the redness at the corner of her lips. Unless seen in ultra-high-definition close-up, the marks weren’t visible.

But even the most polished celebrity couldn’t always look flawless. Besides, Qiao Sanghe’s beauty was so striking that a minor imperfection barely mattered.

Still, she couldn’t help holding a grudge against the culprit.

Her thoughts drifted to how she might discipline the disobedient Yu Wanyin later.

The second episode of Midnight Fairytale had sparked heated discussion online.

Sister Han had already arranged for their names to trend on social media, and their public reception was being carefully monitored and guided. Thanks to the efforts of their team, their reputation was improving rapidly.

The previous rumors of them being a “fake couple” had all but vanished. Their chemistry and performance had moved viewers. Fans had even begun editing couple videos on their own, making the two of them more and more popular.

High-end luxury fashion brands were already approaching them with offers for endorsements. Although they’d received similar deals before, this was the first time they were being courted by such prestigious labels, with formal invitations to elite fashion events.

Filming for the third episode of Midnight Fairytale was now underway.

This time, the escape-room setting was themed around a haunted hospital. The background story involved an illegal organization conducting inhumane human experiments in hidden chambers. Over the next few episodes, the show would be collaborating with the Ministry of Public Security for legal education initiatives. This episode focused on the issue of illegal organ trafficking.

Contestants need to solve a series of puzzles to escape the room.

When Qiao Sanghe saw the concept art for this episode, she realized the makeup could help hide her lip wound. Her costume was a nurse’s uniform, tattered and stained with syrupy fake blood. Her look was styled after a horror-themed nurse, complete with prosthetic scars.

The livestream began even during makeup, and unlike most variety shows, Midnight Fairytale placed a heavy focus on couple interactions—even during prep. The stylized transformation of each pair was part of the episode’s intro.

Yu Wanyin’s costume was a patient’s gown—her character a terminally ill hospital patient. Her makeup was pale and sickly, making her already fair skin look even more lifeless.

Seeing her like that, Qiao Sanghe immediately felt her temper rise.

She glared at her and pointed to her own injured lip—Look what you did.

Yu Wanyin, looking guilty, reached out with her fingertips to gently brush the wound, trying to soothe her.

Then Qiao Sanghe, with a sultry look in her eyes, suddenly took her finger into her mouth.

Yu Wanyin: !!!

Tsk… This enchantress. Teasing her again.