After Marrying the Cold Omega in Secret - Chapter 64

Su Chenxiao didn’t seem to be joking.

After a moment of hesitation, Chu Jin stood up first.

Seeing her rise, Chi Ye also stood and walked over to her.

The two locked eyes briefly before Chu Jin reached out and pulled the other woman into her arms, her movements practiced and smooth. She even indulged in a gentle stroke of Chi Ye’s head, an instinctive gesture, restrained at that, with no further impropriety.

Having gone so long without physical contact, the sudden embrace left Chi Ye dazed. The tender touch of Chu Jin’s hand on her head stirred a deep, almost greedy longing within her.

Wrapped in the warmth of Chu Jin’s arms, Chi Ye unconsciously slid her hands around the other woman’s waist.

They drew closer, bodies pressed tightly together.

Each could feel the other’s heartbeat.

A slow burn ignited in Chu Jin’s chest. The faint, familiar scent lingering at the tip of her nose sent a ripple through her thoughts.

Her rut was coming again.

Even amid their conflict, the habits of her body betrayed her, pulling her toward Chi Ye.

Su Chenxiao didn’t call for them to stop. They held each other for a full minute before reluctantly parting.

Their hearts ached with unspoken yearning, but separation was inevitable.

Both sensed the other’s emotions, yet neither voiced them, maintaining a silent understanding.

“That was good,” Su Chenxiao nodded in satisfaction. “Exactly the feeling I wanted.”

The lingering warmth of Chi Ye’s body still clung to her palms. Chu Jin curled her fingers slightly, no longer daring to meet the other woman’s gaze. Instead, she addressed Su Chenxiao directly. “Don’t worry, Director Su. Tomorrow will go smoothly.”

Su Chenxiao nodded, glancing between them. “Good. Spend some more time together—reconnect, find that chemistry again.”

With that, the conversation ended.

Su Chenxiao went to speak with the crew, while Chu Jin and Chi Ye retreated to their suite.

Neither spoke on the way back.

Days of estrangement had left them both stifling emotions with no outlet, until neither was willing to yield.

Chu Jin understood the toll their cold war was taking, but Chi Ye was stubborn.

She wanted their relationship to deepen, yet took no action. She demanded honesty from Chu Jin but couldn’t offer it herself.

And honesty was the foundation of any real romance.

At a loss, Chu Jin could only provoke Chi Ye, hoping it might spark some realization.

It wasn’t until they reached their doors that Chi Ye finally broke the silence.

“Director Su said. we should spend more time together.” Her words were measured, her expression calm as she watched Chu Jin.

An olive branch, clear as day.

Chu Jin recognized it immediately.

Her hand, already holding her keycard, stilled briefly before she responded after a pause.

“Come to my room.”

Her tone was even, her words succinct.

Without waiting for a reply, she opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it ajar.

Chi Ye scanned the hallway to ensure no one was around before following.

The lock clicked softly behind her. When she turned, Chu Jin was already seated on the couch, script in hand.

Legs crossed, Chu Jin didn’t look up. “Since we’re reconnecting, let’s go over tomorrow’s scenes.”

Chi Ye’s brow arched slightly at the other woman’s composed demeanor.

“Fine,” she replied coolly. “Tomorrow’s first scene is supposed to be, the night we slept together.”

Her expression had relaxed considerably compared to before as she leisurely took a seat beside Chu Jin.

Chu Jin flipped to the corresponding page in the script and began outlining the plot. “Right, there aren’t many lines, and the script is fairly simple. It’s basically about a tipsy Wen Qin running into an equally drunk Shen Huai. After some flirtatious glances, they head straight to a hotel.”

Chi Ye lifted an arm, lazily draping it over the back of the sofa as she raised her eyelids slightly and picked up where Chu Jin left off. “The script only describes their intimate progression afterward starting from the entrance.”

She paused, her gaze settling on Chu Jin, her tone equally suggestive, “…to the living room sofa, and finally, the bed.”

Chu Jin met her eyes for a moment, nearly getting lost in those dark, swirling depths. “Right.”

The room fell into silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yet beneath the surface, tension simmered.

Chi Ye narrowed her eyes slightly, hesitating before parting her red lips. “We’ve tried the bed, but what about the sofa?”

During their earlier embrace, Chu Jin had already sensed the early onset of her rut. She had been suppressing it for a while, which was why she had kept her distance from Chi Ye.

But despite her efforts, the intensity of her rut was overwhelming, just a simple sentence was enough to plunge her into a haze of fantasies.

The moment Chi Ye posed that question, Chu Jin’s mind was flooded with vivid, suggestive images every possible position they could try on the sofa.

Gentle ones, fierce ones, wild ones.

The last shred of her self-control was all that kept her from pinning Chi Ye down on the sofa right then and there.

Her voice came out slightly hoarse. “We’ll see what shots Director Su wants tomorrow and act accordingly.”

She tried her best to keep her tone steady, but an unsteady breath still slipped through.

Not wanting to reveal any more of her state, she closed the script before Chi Ye could say anything else and made to stand. “I’m going to the restroom.”

But just as she rose, a hand suddenly caught her wrist.

Chi Ye looked up at her, her dark pupils unfathomable.

Her grip was firm.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

Chu Jin had thought she’d gone unnoticed, but with that question, she knew she’d been found out.

She lowered her gaze to meet Chi Ye’s. “You know exactly what.”

A faint smile curled at Chi Ye’s lips, her usual cool demeanor now tinged with a hint of allure. Her lashes fluttered slightly as her red lips parted, her voice soft like mist over mountains.

“Is that not allowed,  Jiejie?”

The upward lilt of her tone, coupled with that breathy quality, was enough to send anyone’s blood racing.

Especially an alpha in the throes of her rut.

It was a lethal temptation.

Chi Ye knew exactly how to push her buttons.

Chu Jin felt heat coursing through her entire body, her scent gland at the back of her neck burning and swollen. Her chaotic pheromones muddled her thoughts, leaving only the most primal desires.

To control, to claim, to make Chi Ye hers.

Her last thread of restraint snapped.

With ease, she twisted free of Chi Ye’s hold, gripping her forearm instead before pressing her down by the shoulder and leaning over her.

The strength of her rut made her far stronger than usual, and Chi Ye offered little resistance as she was effortlessly pinned onto the sofa her front pressed into the cushions, her back trapped beneath Chu Jin’s weight.

Completely restrained, she could do nothing but surrender.

Chu Jin steadied Chi Ye with one hand on her shoulder while the other brushed aside the loose strands of hair cascading down her back, revealing the pale curve of her neck and the gland concealed beneath a scent-blocking patch.

Her fingertips traced lightly, tenderly.

Yet the woman beneath her trembled faintly.

Being pressed from behind carried a far more intense thrill than facing each other. A secret excitement surged through Chi Ye, her already taut nerves growing even more sensitive under the touch.

Unable to resist, Chu Jin leaned down, capturing Chi Ye’s earlobe between her lips from the left side.

Cool to the touch, like winter snow.

Yet soft, like cotton candy.

The already sensitive spot, teased further, drew a breathy, muddled protest from Chi Ye.

“Don’t…”

Chu Jin paid no heed, her teeth grazing the flushed, tender flesh as a low laugh hummed in her throat.

“You seem to want plenty, though.”

Then, her tongue soft, wet, and flushed traced the shell of Chi Ye’s ear in slow, deliberate strokes, leaving faint trails of moisture in its wake.

Chi Ye shuddered harder.

“Sweetheart, you’re so sensitive.” Chu Jin murmured against her ear again, lips lingering in a slow, reluctant caress.

Her fingers then drifted from Chi Ye’s shoulder, settling on the zipper at the back of her dress.

She drew it down, inch by inch.

Smooth, porcelain skin emerged beneath, delicate as fine jade.

With practiced ease, Chu Jin unfastened the innermost clasp.

The elegant arch of her shoulder blades, the graceful lines of her back now fully bared.

Chu Jin lifted her right hand, unable to resist tracing the exposed skin.

Like an artist admiring a masterpiece, her fingertips wandered, gliding over every inch before slipping downward, curling inward to claim more.

Meanwhile, her kisses trailed lower, shifting from the ear to the side of Chi Ye’s neck, no longer gentle. Between the teasing of her fingers and the relentless press of damp, open-mouthed kisses, Chi Ye could no longer hold back.

The sensation was like electric currents racing through her, waves of tingling pleasure building higher and higher, drowning her in their intensity.

She couldn’t bear it any longer, her voice trembling as she gasped,

“I can’t—”

The sound of Chi Ye’s voice sent a scorching heat through Chu Jin, her gaze darkening with an innate dominance, all reason abandoned. Her left hand slid up, fingers curling around Chi Ye’s throat, applying just the slightest pressure.

Leaning in closer, pinning her tighter, she breathed against her ear,

“Already at your limit?”

Chi Ye’s ragged breaths, further strained by the grip, left her unable to respond.

“Such a strong reaction.” Chu Jin’s right hand slipped lower, fingertips teasing.

Her tone was playful, laced with amusement,

“Are you already…?”

Chi Ye resisted weakly, but in this moment, she was like prey pinned beneath a predator, utterly powerless.

She could only surrender, letting Chu Jin have her way.

“Tsk, tsk…”

A faint smirk curled at Chu Jin’s lips, no further words needed.

Despite her indignation, Chi Ye’s cheeks burned with embarrassment though deep down, she relished this teasing. There was something about this side of Chu Jin, far more enthralling than her usual tenderness.

Thankfully, the dim, warm glow of the room softened any unseemly disarray, wrapping them in an intimate haze instead.

Chi Ye’s arms slackened, fingers digging into the base of the sofa.

She left deep marks in the fabric.

Chu Jin bent lower, pressing kisses along Chi Ye’s shoulder, marking her with faint bruises in shades of red and violet.

The kiss just now was lingering yet mostly restrained, as Chu Qin subconsciously reminded herself not to leave any marks since filming would continue tomorrow.

But the shoulders and back those could be hidden.

There was no holding back, still lingering.

Her lips lightly brushed over teeth marks, exhaling warm breaths.

“Do you want it?”

Chi Ye had already been teased to the limit, whatever was said seemed unimportant now.

And Chu Qin didn’t care about the answer either.

Just as she was about to carry Chi Ye to the bed, the door suddenly knocked.

Knock, knock, knock!

Feng Pei’er’s voice came from outside:

“Qin-jie, are you there?”

Interrupted at such a moment, Chu Qin was slightly annoyed.

She didn’t want to respond, but the incessant knocking was truly killing the mood.

Only then did she stop what she was doing and reply, “What is it?”

“Someone sent a bouquet of flowers, wishing you a smooth start to filming, but since she couldn’t find you, she left,” Feng Pei’er continued, deliberately raising her voice to ensure Chu Qin could hear, the words echoing clearly through the room.

“She said her name is Jiang Xu.”

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