After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 36

Yu Yazhi’s face instantly flushed red, her heart pounding wildly—so fast it felt like it might leap out of her throat.

Her mouth had gone dry; she swallowed hard before asking, her tone slightly strained,

“On top or underneath?”

Was it what she was thinking?

Ning Xuan immediately noticed the misunderstanding and blushed as well.

“I—I mean,” she stammered, “do you want to be on the bed or on the floor? I just think the bed’s more comfortable, easier for you to, uh, move.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Move? Move what exactly?

This shameless woman!

Angrily, she grabbed the quilt and threw it onto the floor.

“You’re sleeping down there!”

The floor was covered with a thick layer of cashmere carpet—soft enough as it was. With the quilt added, it looked almost cozy.

But Ning Xuan frowned. “Yu Yazhi, you misunderstood me. I—I meant.”

She sat down, lay back on the quilt, and demonstrated a sit-up. “See what I mean now?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Oh, she understood.

But somehow, that made her angrier!

Was this woman infected by Yu Jiayan’s idiocy?

“If you want to exercise, do it yourself!”

Refusing to play along, she pulled out clean clothes from the closet and headed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious, with frosted glass doors.

From where Ning Xuan was lying, she could see Yu Yazhi’s silhouette through the glass as she undressed.

Without the barrier of clothing, her body looked even more slender and graceful—though, admittedly, her chest and hips were well, rather full.

Tsk, tsk. Who knew she had such a figure?

The sound of running water filled the room.

Steam rose quickly, blurring that tempting outline.

Ning Xuan tore her gaze away, feeling oddly hot all of a sudden—even though the air conditioner was still running.

She fanned herself with her hand, then glanced toward the balcony. The dark figure was still there. After thinking for a moment, she opened her phone, found a spicy yuri poker-playing video, and cranked the volume up to the max.

“Ah, mm.”

The women in the video moaned in syrupy tones.

When Yu Yazhi emerged from the bathroom, freshly bathed, the first thing she heard was that indecent noise. Her face darkened instantly.

“Ning Xuan! Turn that off right now!”

She stormed out, towel-drying her hair, her tone sharp and mocking.

“Could you be any faker?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Kindness really was wasted on some people.

She pressed a finger to her lips, whispering, “Shh! Keep your voice down.”

Then, louder, she called toward the phone, “Just watching something to get in the mood.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

She decided this woman was beyond help. Ignoring her, she plugged in the hair dryer.

The loud whir of the dryer filled the room.

Ning Xuan had to raise her voice to be heard. “So, what’s your plan for tonight?”

She didn’t want to be monitored by Yu Jiayan forever—better to settle this quickly and get it over with.

Yu Yazhi wanted that too.

After finishing her hair, she pointed at the bed, her tone all businesslike and commanding. “Lie down.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Obediently, she climbed onto the bed.

Yu Yazhi turned off the lights, climbed up, and sat near her feet. Holding onto Ning Xuan’s legs, she ordered coldly,

“Let’s start. Sit-ups.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Why wasn’t she the one doing the sit-ups?

Yu Yazhi’s tone didn’t waver. “You go first.”

Ning Xuan had no choice but to comply, doing sit-up after sit-up while Yu Yazhi counted.

“One, two, three, fifteen, sixteen.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Damn it.

She regretted everything.

It was exhausting.

But her Alpha pride was on the line—she couldn’t stop now!

Each time she sat up, her forehead brushed against Yu Yazhi’s chin, and their eyes met in the dark.

Yu Yazhi had to lean back a little.

Ning Xuan’s breathing grew heavier, unintentionally suggestive.

“Can you not breathe so loudly?” Yu Yazhi muttered.

“Isn’t that the point of this whole act?” Ning Xuan shot back.

Another sit-up—her sweat trickled down her jaw, glistening under the moonlight, dangerously alluring.

Yu Yazhi hesitated, then reached out to wipe it away.

Just then, Ning Xuan collapsed, panting, and rolled over to switch positions. “Your turn.”

Yu Yazhi glanced at her flushed face, her damp hair sticking to her lips, and reached out to brush it aside.

“You’ve only done 120,” she said evenly.

“I counted 130,” Ning Xuan protested weakly.

“Ten more, and you’re proud of that?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She had no comeback for that.

After catching her breath, she huffed, “Fine! Let’s see how many you can do.”

Yu Yazhi suddenly pushed her back down, trapping her beneath her.

“Keep going,” she commanded. “Your breathing’s just right—it’s convincing.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She refused to accept this humiliation!

She didn’t want to breathe anymore!

She wanted to throw Yu Yazhi down instead—but she didn’t have the strength left.

Damn it! Terrible plan!

“Hurry up,” Yu Yazhi urged. “Yu Jiayan’s still watching.”

Ning Xuan glanced toward the balcony. Sure enough, a shadow flickered there again.

Her anger exploded.

That bastard! That twisted freak! He was going to drive her insane!

She had to forcibly remind herself: Murder is illegal. Murder is illegal.

Gritting her teeth, she resumed the sit-ups.

“164, 165, 176.”

The count went on.

Sweat poured off her, her breathing ragged—each rise felt like torture.

Yu Yazhi frowned. “You’re this tired? Really? Can’t you handle a bit of exercise?”

Ning Xuan wanted to cry. “Sister, how about you try it? My waist’s about to snap!”

Yu Yazhi gave her a rare look of pity and offered a suggestion. “Then yell.”

Ning Xuan blinked. “Yell what?”

Yu Yazhi, expression calm and precise, said two words: “Moan. Loudly.”

Ning Xuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why don’t you moan?”

She was an Alpha—no way was she doing that!

Yu Yazhi gave a cold little hum. “I don’t know how.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Does she look like someone who knows what she’s doing?

The original host hadn’t even had the chance for any real “field experience”!

“I—I don’t know either.”

“Playing innocent, are you?”

Yu Yazhi gave her a once-over. Seeing her serious expression and earnest gaze, she nodded approvingly. “Not bad. You’re quite convincing. No wonder you’re an actress. Then act it out.”

Ning Xuan nearly lost it. “Sis, I’m a proper actress. Acting out something like that is illegal here!”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

She patted Ning Xuan’s knee, utterly unsympathetic. “Then keep doing sit-ups.”

Ning Xuan really went crazy this time.

After a few more rounds, she couldn’t take it anymore. She shoved Yu Yazhi aside, stormed off the bed, and angrily went to confront the culprit—Yu Jiayan.

Seeing this, Yu Yazhi wrapped a blanket around herself and followed.

Ning Xuan had already flung open the balcony door.

Playing along, Yu Yazhi grabbed the nearest flowerpot and charged toward a moving shadow. “Yu Jiayan! You little.”

But the balcony was empty.

A coat rack stood there, holding Yu Jiayan’s jacket, its sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Yu Yazhi and Ning Xuan: “…”

The two of them stood there, utterly bewildered.

“Heh.”

Yu Yazhi put down the flowerpot and clenched her fists, letting out a self-mocking laugh.

Ning Xuan stared in disbelief. No way. Yu Jiayan actually pulled off a diversion tactic? I’ve really underestimated him! Is this what they call the ‘fool’s hidden wisdom’?

Meanwhile, in the next room,

Yu Jiayan, wearing headphones, was deeply immersed in his game.

His jacket had been splashed with tea by Jin Se earlier, and just looking at it annoyed him, so he’d hung it outside to dry.

Who could’ve guessed that one careless move would drive the two women next door to this point?

“Bro, what are you doing? Didn’t you see me coming in? Why’d you run? Coward!”

“Stop following me—go in! Get the kill! Ugh, useless!”

“Damn it, I’m dead again!”

His voice carried through the wall.

Ning Xuan clenched her fists in rage. Damn it. We’ve been completely played by Yu Jiayan today! Especially me—I did a hundred and eighty sit-ups for nothing! My poor waist!

Yu Yazhi glanced at her, holding her lower back and groaning. She massaged her temples and shook her head, heading back to her room.

She must have gone stupid from being around those two idiots—Yu Jiayan and Ning Xuan—otherwise she’d never have agreed to such nonsense.

Sweat clung uncomfortably to her skin, half-dried by the cold air.

Expression dark, Yu Yazhi went to shower again.

Ning Xuan, still holding her waist and moaning, dragged herself back into the room and collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.

When Yu Yazhi came out of the bathroom and saw how sweaty she still was, she frowned. “Go shower. Now.”

Ning Xuan whimpered, “I can’t move. I’m so tired. Seriously so tired.”

Yu Yazhi pulled her up. “Come on. You reek of sweat.”

Ning Xuan pouted. “And whose fault is that? Everything I did tonight was for you! I didn’t want Yu Jiayan to rat you out, so I played along—did sit-ups like an idiot! Now I’m socially dead and physically broken!”

She swayed unsteadily off the bed and flopped onto the quilt spread on the floor. “Please, let me rest for a bit.”

Yu Yazhi covered her face, speechless.

She tidied up the bed again and fetched a clean quilt.

When she turned back, Ning Xuan was already fast asleep.

Moonlight poured through the window—and landed softly on her, illuminating her fair skin until it seemed to glow.

A few loose strands of hair fluttered in the breeze, gradually covering one eye.

Yu Yazhi frowned slightly and glanced toward the balcony, only to notice the door was still open.

The night wind was chilly.

The sleeping woman sneezed suddenly, rubbed her nose, and smacked her lips as if tasting something delicious in a dream.

Her pink lips parted slightly, soft and tempting.

It was the first time Yu Yazhi had ever seen her sleeping face.

Not particularly graceful, but somehow pleasant to look at.

That heat rose again in Yu Yazhi’s chest.

She hadn’t done any exercise this time, yet sweat still formed on her skin—probably a leftover reaction from all those sit-ups.

She opened the wine cabinet, poured herself a glass of red, took two slow sips, and then closed the balcony door.

The sound of the wind disappeared.

But her heart—restless and unquiet—did not.

“Hey, Ning Xuan, wake up. Go take a shower.”

She went over and lightly tapped her leg. “Ning Xuan, you still haven’t removed your makeup.”

Ning Xuan rolled over, mumbling sleepily, pretending not to hear her. Hmph, bad woman!

The “bad woman” stared at her for a moment, then went to the bathroom, fetched some makeup remover and cotton pads, and carefully began to clean her face.

Then she soaked a towel with warm water and gently wiped her cheeks.

Every movement was soft and tender.

Ning Xuan: “!”

From the moment Yu Yazhi started removing her makeup, Ning Xuan was stunned. And when she began applying moisturizer—her slender fingertips massaging her skin—Ning Xuan had to admit, it felt kind of nice.

Yu Yazhi seemed really gentle.

Just as she thought that, Yu Yazhi lifted her head slightly and tucked a soft pillow beneath it.

The pillow was fluffy—and smelled faintly sweet.

It was Yu Yazhi’s pheromone scent.

Resting on it felt like sinking into a pile of cotton candy—warm, soft, and fragrant.

So comfortable.

“Good night, Ning Xuan.”

Yu Yazhi’s voice was low and tender.

Ning Xuan’s heart skipped twice in response.

Yu Yazhi really was gentle.