After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 25.2

She hadn’t expected her considerate words to be twisted into something else.

Being a reformed scummy Alpha is this hard?

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Aunt Wu worried even more about Ning Xuan going out and did her best to placate both sides: “Miss, don’t be angry. Miss Ning is like this — if you let her go out and something happens, the one who gets dragged into it will be you.”

Yu Yazhi stared at Ning Xuan’s fox-like, seductive face and felt a sudden, inexplicable flare of irritation. She ignored Aunt Wu’s words and reached out to grab Ning Xuan’s slender wrist, intent on throwing her out the gate so she could go find whoever she wanted.

Ning Xuan stumbled from the sudden pull.

The Pallas cat is angry — how terrifying!

“Yazhi, I’m sorry.”

She sounded pitiful. “If you don’t trust me, I’ll stay. I won’t go anywhere.”

Wait — that scent.

Because Yu Yazhi was angry, her body temperature rose with her emotions, and her pheromones spread even faster, thicker in the air.

“Let go of me. We need to keep our distance—I need to take my medication.”

Ning Xuan felt like a fish about to die of thirst. At that moment, the OGA’s pheromones were like sweet rain to her—and like an aphrodisiac—stirring up an even deeper craving inside her.

Yu Yazhi gripped Ning Xuan’s wrist. Her palm felt as if it had been scalded by boiling water, and she instinctively wanted to fling the hand away.

But in the blink of an eye, a searing heat wrapped around her waist.

Ning Xuan had stretched out her arm and pulled her into an embrace.

She even leaned close to her ear, her voice soft and trembling, tinged with a pitiful sob:

“Yazhi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, but your scent, I can’t control myself.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

You can’t control yourself, so you think you can just do as you please?

Ning Xuan’s hot breath spilled across Yu Yazhi’s neck like a burning feather, making her heart jolt and tremble.

Pressed against the soft “wall” of Ning Xuan’s body, Yu Yazhi’s face darkened with storm clouds as she barked, “Aunt Wu, pull Ning Xuan off me!”

She had already used every ounce of her strength to break free, but the suppressive power of an Alpha was no joke.

Aunt Wu finally realized what was happening. Hearing Yu Yazhi’s order, she rushed forward to drag Ning Xuan away.

Two other servants stepped up to help as well.

But Ning Xuan clung to Yu Yazhi as if she was rooted to her, her slender arms locked tightly around her waist.

Ning Xuan herself was terrified by what she was doing. Yet the more frightened she was, the more excited she became—like the harder Yu Yazhi struggled, the stronger the scent became.

Her body was completely out of control!

Through tearful eyes she pleaded, “Yazhi, don’t move. If you move, it just gets worse for me.”

Damn it, she was basically a horny little dog in heat right now!

And inside, that little dog was already crying.

Yu Yazhi’s emotions were tangled—her face was a storm of simmering anger and humiliation. Gritting her teeth, she snapped, “Aunt Wu, bring a basin of cold water.”

Aunt Wu: “…”

She froze for a moment, but one of the servants caught on and immediately fetched a basin of cold water.

When Yu Yazhi saw it, she ordered, “Pour it!”

Splash.

The servant hesitated briefly but still dumped the basin over Ning Xuan’s head.

Ning Xuan shuddered from the cold.

A violent shiver ran through her, loosening her grip a little.

Aunt Wu seized the moment to pull Yu Yazhi free.

Yu Yazhi, at last released, turned back and saw Ning Xuan’s face and lashes dotted with crystal droplets, her long hair soaked, rivulets of water tracing down her neck.

Ning Xuan shook herself. The sudden chill brought a measure of relief.

But that relief faded when she saw Yu Yazhi’s expression—cold and cutting, her gaze like a drawn blade, ready to slice her to pieces.

She wilted instantly.

Slowly raising her hands in surrender, she stammered mournfully, “Yazhi, my—my hands moved on their own.”

As she spoke, the corners of her beautiful eyes flushed red, leaving her looking so pitiful that no one could truly blame her.

Yu Yazhi, normally so restrained and composed, was thoroughly enraged now. Without a word, she grabbed Ning Xuan’s arm and dragged her upstairs while she was still lucid.

“If you don’t want to disgrace yourself, get upstairs. Now.”

“Okay.”

Like a chastened little puppy, Ning Xuan let Yu Yazhi lead her upstairs.

Of course, the “puppy” also obediently pinched her own nose and thumped up the steps behind her.

The two servants watching this scene covered their mouths and giggled: “These two—quarreling at the head of the bed and making up at the foot of it.”

Aunt Wu caught their thoughts and gave a pointed cough. “Cough, cough, cough—stop gawking. Clean up this mess.”

But even as she said it, her own eyes kept flicking toward the stairs.

Second-floor guest room.

Yu Yazhi marched Ning Xuan straight into the bathroom.

Before Ning Xuan could react, she was already half-sitting in the bathtub.

The porcelain tub was smooth and white like a mirror, reflecting their two long, intertwined silhouettes.

A faint itch stirred somewhere deep inside Ning Xuan’s body again.

Even the glands at the back of her neck began to burn.

Damn it. She wanted her again.

Just as the thought formed, Yu Yazhi suddenly leaned down, reaching behind Ning Xuan to unzip her dress. Because of the angle, her collar gaped slightly, and a flash of forbidden beauty spilled into Ning Xuan’s view.

Oh hell.

This woman was playing with fire.

Ning Xuan’s breath caught. Her entire body went numb, tingling as if jolted by electricity.

She quickly squeezed her eyes shut, curling her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself. She scolded herself inwardly: No. No. Ning Xuan, calm down. Think of your glands! If you actually touch her, your glands won’t survive this!

Her survival instinct cracked.

“Yazhi, I want to”

Suddenly, with a roar of water, the cold spray of the shower cut off her unfinished words, dousing the feverish fire in an instant.

Expressionless, Yu Yazhi held the showerhead, straightening up to look down at Ning Xuan like a queen on her throne.

“I think you’re begging for death.”