After My Death, I Became a Heartless Madman - Chapter 54.1

It was past ten in the evening. The last open shop in Tangshui Alley had already turned off its lights and closed its doors. The narrow lane was steeped in a chilling cold, with moonlight spilling like water onto the ground. Occasionally, two or three stray animals darted past, but soon the surroundings returned to silence.

Amidst this quiet, only one shop’s light remained on a dim, yellowish glow that swayed faintly for some inexplicable reason.

A heavily suppressed gasp came from somewhere.

An Enigma, losing control due to her rut, suddenly grabbed Miss Bai by the collar, staring into her eyes.

“I’m not your fiancée.”

The triumphant expression on the woman beneath her fractured instantly, her refined features twisting with anguish and longing.

The small desk in the studio was slick with ambiguous moisture. Bai Ruowei’s gray chiffon top was soaked through, one pale shoulder half-bared to the air, unbearably alluring.

A pool of warm liquor pooled in the delicate hollow of her collarbone. Song Shizhou chuckled softly, pressing her fingers against it, eliciting a stifled moan.

“Miss Bai, I’m the one disoriented by my rut, not you. How have you also lost your senses?”

“Resorting to such desperate measures to seduce an Enigma who doesn’t love you. Have you forgotten all your pride and restraint?”

The moment the words left her lips, Bai Ruowei bit down on her lower lip nervously.

Her voice was erratic and obsessive, piercingly clear in the madness of the night.

“I don’t want any of it.”

All that arrogance and dignity had long been cast aside. Now, she only wanted Song Shizhou her forgiveness, her comfort, her gaze fixed solely on her, granting her even a sliver of precious security.

The cool liquor dampened her long hair, turning her romantic white curls into a fiery hue. Her breathing grew ragged, each exhale scalding as if on the verge of boiling over.

“Your rut was triggered by me. It’s my responsibility to help you through it.”

Her voice trembled, fractured pleading yet stubborn, the corners of her eyes flushed an unnatural red.

“I need you. Use me as your tool to relieve your heat even if just for one night.”

Such brazen, seductive words made even that refined face seem bewitching. Could Bai Ruowei truly say such things? Song Shizhou averted her gaze, refusing to meet her eyes. But the scent of osmanthus coiled around her senses, maddening and inescapable. Those slender legs parted slightly, straddling the woman before her. Bai Ruowei gripped Song Shizhou’s waist, pressing herself deeper into her palm like a willing sacrifice.

As if fearing her temptation wasn’t enough, those parted lips glistened with liquor. Her supple thighs shifted subtly, guiding Song Shizhou’s hand to tease.

“Song Shizhou, I beg you.”

She laid herself bare before Song Shizhou before the only person who had ever marked her in two lifetimes, offering the tremors and desires buried in the depths of her soul like an offering.

A frenzied act of passion, yet both were utterly consumed, their movements and kisses spiraling out of control.

The room was dim and hazy, a faintly sweet, ambiguous scent lingering in her nostrils. Song Shizhou struggled to open her eyes, fumbling for her phone amidst the disheveled bedding.

Her memory still lingered on that desk Miss Bai, drenched in crimson wine like a beautiful mermaid freshly hauled from the sea. They had just shared a biting kiss, and when finally released, Miss Bai gasped for air in disarray, her pale green eyes flickering with an indecipherable mix of pain and pleasure.

Song Shizhou’s head throbbed from the prolonged exertion. A row of deep red marks trailed along her arm, vivid and heated undoubtedly someone’s handiwork. Last night, Miss Bai had chased the curve of her neck with her teeth, her cascading white curls brushing against Song Shizhou’s chest. The way she focused on her, like a noble vampire from an ancient castle, made her heart race again and again.

She took a moment to steady herself, waiting for the blush-worthy memories to subside before checking her phone. It was seven in the morning. The room remained unlit as Song Shizhou slowly surveyed her surroundings.

She should have been lying in the second-floor bedroom, yet her memory stubbornly clung to the moment they had kissed atop the worktable downstairs.

It seemed they had made their way from the first floor to the second.

A trace of osmanthus fragrance curled around her, a silent reminder of last night’s recklessness. Thanks to Bai Ruowei’s “enthusiastic assistance,” Song Shizhou’s heat had eased considerably. She stood up, feeling only a dull ache in her body nothing unbearable.

She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

Warm water pooled in her palms, the sensation inexplicably reminiscent of the disheveled expression on that refined face when she had sat in her grasp.

Song Shizhou paused, her hands slowly clenching.

The mirror reflected her usual gentle features, though her gaze seemed deeper now. Bai Ruowei had left a trail of love bites along her neck she had made it clear she disliked others hovering around Song Shizhou. But since she couldn’t be there herself, she resorted to marking her territory physically.

Not that Song Shizhou had let her off either.

The memory of that supple waist still burned in her mind Miss Bai’s back, slender where it tapered along the delicate lines of her silhouette. Her skin was porcelain-pale, her posture straight as bamboo.

That back, usually wrapped in impeccably tailored suits, had been laid bare beneath her lips. She had bitten down, reveling in the uncontrollable shiver that followed, the way her voice had fractured into pieces.

She had adorned it with her teeth.

Miss Bai had whimpered softly, her body trembling instinctively as she tried to pull away, only for Song Shizhou to yank her back by the ends of her hair.

She had volunteered to be the tool for her relief,how could she flee now?

Provoking an enigma in heat, no one but Bai Ruowei would dare something so reckless. Miss Bai seemed to regret it immensely, yet she still trembled as she shifted position, baring herself.

She had been lightly marked by Song Shizhou, so this submission was etched into her bones.

She submitted only to her.

The overwhelming memories resurfaced. Song Shizhou splashed water on her face, forcing the heated images back down.

Outside the curtains, it was overcast, creating the illusion that dawn had yet to break. The drowsiness felt even heavier as she descended the stairs, the wooden steps creaking beneath her. The sound struck her as oddly familiar, as if they had lingered there just the night before. Song Shizhou’s face flushed, and a doubt crept into her mind.

Could they have really done it on the stairs?

But then she dismissed the thought. After all, they were an enigma and an Alpha, naturally more unrestrained than the typical Alpha and Omega pairings.

Downstairs, she found the first floor previously a mess now spotless. The bottle of wine that had been poured over them sat neatly on the table, the once-full crimson liquid now reduced to a mere dreg at the bottom.

Miss Bai didn’t have much time to spare in the Inner City, so Shizhou had already guessed that by the time she woke, the other woman would be long gone.

A full-length mirror stood in the first floor as well. Shizhou paused before it, wearing a stiff high-collared shirt. Even with the top button fastened, it couldn’t conceal the vivid love bites trailing down her neck.

She sent Zhao a WeChat message, telling her not to come in today and to just tally client orders from home.

Zhao replied with a flurry of voice messages:

“Boss, are you sick? Your voice sounds so hoarse!”

Hoarse.

Shizhou wasn’t sure how to explain, so she casually brushed it off, saying she was in heat and just needed a day’s rest nothing serious.

Zhao responded, “Boss, being in heat is a big deal! Should I push back deadlines or redistribute your design drafts to the other designers?”

Shizhou shook her head and quickly typed back:

“No need. Keep the schedule and drafts as they are. My symptoms are mild, I can manage.”

Zhao was moved to tears by her boss’s relentless work ethic.

With such a driven leader, how could their studio not grow and thrive?!

The chaos from before had vanished without a trace, even the floors scrubbed clean. Her gaze lingered on the wine bottle.

Only then did she notice the sticky note attached to it.

Four bold, sweeping characters read:

“Wait for me.”

The scent of laurel clung to the paper, its noble fragrance tempting Shizhou to look closer.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed the small slip.

Because the signature was a flamboyant lipstick mark.

She had already memorized the feel of those soft lips last night, so touching this imprint sent another shiver through her. Her fingertip pressed against it, as if reliving the moment she had cupped Miss Bai’s chin.

The woman had seized her wrist in return, those lips grazing her fingers with a teasing whisper:

“Lubrication was inevitable anyway.”

The deeper her thoughts spiraled, the harder she fought to push them away.

Shizhou settled at her workbench, focusing on the unfinished piece before her.

Her workload had been heavy lately, but now that her heat wasn’t as severe, she resumed painting the porcelain.

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