After the Sickly Child Differentiates into A - Chapter 66

Snow began to drift outside once more.

The room was warm, the heating ample, and the newly installed ventilation system hummed steadily. Perhaps because their special period had just ended, the faint scent of wind and snow pheromones still lingered in the air.

Lin Li, in particular, was practically a walking “blizzard,” her body saturated with the essence of snow. In contrast, Wen Jingzhi carried little residual pheromone scent, only a few strands of colorless, odorless breeze entwined around her.

The tall woman stood before the portrait of the elderly woman, holding incense respectfully. She bowed three times, inserted the incense into the burner, and gazed at the smiling elder. Her eyes, once veiled with desire, were no longer frozen in coldness but held a chilly elegance tinged with allure.

“Sister.” The girl’s voice was still slightly hoarse, soft and low. Standing to the side, she watched the deity of the snow-capped mountain bow with such solemnity and unspoken gratitude. Her heart felt as if it were steeped in boiling water, aching with a dense, searing warmth. She pressed her lips together, calling out softly before falling silent, unsure of what to say.

“What is it?” After paying her respects to Lin Junyan, Wen Jingzhi turned and walked over to Lin Li. Her gaze shifted, and she leaned down slightly, reaching out with a fair, delicate fingertip to touch the “eye” on the girl’s right ear. “Do you like it?”

The word “like” stirred memories that flushed Lin Li’s cheeks. The ear lobe beneath the touch instantly reddened. She took a small, evasive step back, avoiding the contact, her throat bobbing as she cleared it softly. “I like it. Thank you, sister.”

The girl’s blush instantly transported Wen Jingzhi back to those damp, intimate moments. Her eyes flickered slightly as she reached out, hooking an arm around the other’s waist and drawing her into an embrace. “What are you hiding from?”

The roots of her ears, hidden beneath her hair, burned faintly.

Wen Jingzhi pressed her lips together, lowered her gaze, and gently pinched Lin Li’s earlobe, examining it closely. “No inflammation.” She frowned slightly, peering through her glasses into the girl’s left eye, which still glistened with moisture. “It might hurt. Don’t wear it like this next time.”

The woman’s embrace was soft and warm, like a majestic snow-capped mountain capable of embracing everything.

She was indeed greedy, and she couldn’t resist it.

Lin Li closed her eyes and leaned against Wen Jingzhi’s shoulder and neck, murmuring a muffled “Mm.” Suddenly, the spot on her right shoulder blade engraved with a snowflake was lightly touched.

“Why did you get this tattoo?”

On the girl’s pale, slender shoulder blade lay a pristine snowflake, as if drifting in the wind.

Was it the snow of nature or the “snow” of her pheromones?

Wen Jingzhi liked to be in control of everything. She rarely hesitated over certainties and seldom felt nervous about anything.

But at this moment, holding Lin Li in her arms, she found herself tensing up after asking the question, a flicker of anxiety stirring within her.

She had forcefully claimed the girl as her own. Though she faintly sensed Lin Li’s uniqueness toward her, she couldn’t be sure if that uniqueness was what she truly desired the one and only answer.

The person in her arms remained silent for a long while, and Wen Jingzhi didn’t press her.

After a moment, Lin Li rested her chin on her sister’s shoulder and looked up. Wen Jingzhi happened to glance down, meeting her left eye.

“Because, I like snow.”

Wen Jingzhi gazed into those black gem-like pupils, her own deep eyes betraying no emotion. There was nothing of what she wanted to see, yet they weren’t entirely blank. Beneath the surface, they seemed to hold a sigh, as if suppressing some unspoken longing.

Her tense nerves relaxed slightly. She let out a soft “Mm” and asked, “When did you get it tattooed?”

Never mind. There was no need to rush.

She had plenty of time to win that heart.

The young girl left alone, taking only the earring she had been given. Enduring the pain, she pierced her earlobe and put it on, her shoulders etched with the chill of snow. If she did not come, the other would carry these things into eternal slumber.

Even though Lin Li’s reply was clever and tactful, Wen Jingzhi did not feel she was being rejected.

At the very least, she was Lin Li’s first choice.

The only choice to accompany her toward “death”, the earring, and the snowflake.

Lin Li’s body tensed for a moment before relaxing. She was actually a little afraid her sister would be angry after all, in the eyes of “elders,” tattoos were often seen as undesirable behavior.

But judging by her sister’s tone, it seemed she wasn’t angry.

She stole a glance at the other’s expression clear and cool, yet not cold, with a distinct softness. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, she replied softly, “A few days before coming here.”

Wen Jingzhi raised an eyebrow. So, she had prepared everything in advance. Thinking of this, a flicker of anger at being “abandoned” rose within her. She pulled the girl out of her embrace, pinched her cheek, and warned in a low voice, “No next time.”

Lin Li was momentarily stunned. “I won’t get another tattoo.”

“Not the tattoo,” Wen Jingzhi sighed softly. “Don’t leave without a word again, Xiao You.”

She hated being left behind.

A rare vulnerability in the woman.

Lin Li’s pupils trembled, her heart aching, her nose tingling with emotion. Pressing her lips together, she nodded firmly. “I won’t.” She wrapped her arms around Wen Jingzhi. “There won’t be a next time.”

How could she ever bear to leave her sister?

Unless her sister no longer wanted her and cast her aside, she would never leave again.

People often say, “After suffering comes sweetness.” If this was her fleeting moment of “sweetness,” then let her drown in it until the dream ended.

Lin Li looked up at that exquisite face, rose slightly on her toes, and kissed those red lips.

Wen Jingzhi’s eyes trembled, her lashes fluttering as she lowered her gaze. Her fingers tangled in the girl’s hair, deepening the kiss.

The answer she sought had gained another weight on the scales.

Tilting her head slightly to avoid the frames of her glasses, their noses brushed, and her tongue slipped past parted lips, sweeping inside. Her left hand traced Lin Li’s back, sliding up to her shoulder and neck, her thumb pressing against the side of her neck, tracing the dark mark as if in a lover’s passionate caress.

Seven days of lingering dampness passed, yet the young Alpha still hadn’t learned to breathe properly. Soon, her throat bobbed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Wen Jingzhi chuckled softly against her lips, her fingers pressing against the back of her neck, supporting her. Her tongue teased the retreating one before withdrawing, her lips still pressed against the softness, hot breath escaping between them. “Breathe.”

Lin Li’s eyes were tightly shut, instinctively obeying as she gasped heavily. Just as she caught her breath, the glasses on her nose were suddenly removed, and the oxygen in her mouth was stolen once more. She furrowed her brow, tilting her head back as her tongue was gently bitten, her lower lip nibbled and sucked, making it hard to form coherent words. With each swallow, soft, husky pants escaped her throat.

How much time passed, she didn’t know until the oxygen was depleted.

Wen Jingzhi suppressed the desire in her eyes, gave one last deep suck, and pulled away, her chest rising and falling slightly. Her thumb pressed against the girl’s red, glistening lips, rubbing firmly, wiping away the moisture at the corner of her mouth. In a husky voice, she asked, “Does it hurt anywhere?”

Lin Li lifted her damp eyes, blinking dazedly, and instinctively replied, “It doesn’t hurt.”

Her body was filled with the scent of snow, and the pain that had clung to her like a parasite had almost vanished, leaving only a sore, stinging ache in her waist.

“Hmm?” Wen Jingzhi curved her lips, pinched the temple of the glasses, and helped her put them on. Raising an eyebrow, she wrapped an arm around that slender waist, her palm pressed against the small of her back, her fingertips tracing teasingly and seductively. “Doesn’t it hurt anymore?”

The corners of her eyes, tinged with a faint blush, trembled. Lin Li snapped back to reality instantly. “It hurts! It still hurts!”

After being tormented for seven days, how could it not hurt?

Wen Jingzhi lowered her gaze and let out a low, muffled chuckle. She lifted Lin Li into her arms, holding her with one hand. “Rest for a while. I’ll call someone to fix the door.”

She had only been teasing her.

Lin Li finally realized it too, her face flushing as she bit her lip. Even as she was placed on the bed, she couldn’t suppress her frustration. As Wen Jingzhi stood up, Lin Li wrapped her arms around her neck and bit her chin, nibbling gently.

The bite wasn’t hard, like a kitten sharpening its teeth.

Wen Jingzhi raised an eyebrow and let out a soft, amused breath. After the “kitten” released her, she ruffled Lin Li’s hair, then turned to grab the phone from the bedside and handed it to her.

That laugh was low and husky, carrying a magnetic, tingling quality. Lin Li, her ears red, took the phone, not wanting to speak to this person anymore.

Wen Jingzhi softened her expression and ruffled her hair again. She went to her suitcase, retrieved her own phone, and returned to the bedside to sit down. With a sidelong glance, she noticed the girl’s face, now flushed with a healthy rosy hue, had lost its sickly pallor, resembling a flower bud about to bloom.

Lin Li leaned against the headboard, scrolling through the messages that had piled up on her phone over the past few days. Suddenly, her left hand resting on the quilt was grasped. She looked up, tilting her head slightly, but didn’t ask anything. Instead, she subtly turned her wrist and interlaced her fingers with those long, slender ones.

The person checking her messages tightened her grip imperceptibly. Wen Jingzhi quickly skimmed through work-related messages from her assistant, manager, and others, found her bodyguard’s number, and dialed.

She hadn’t driven herself here, it wasn’t convenient. She had flown to the city center and had the accompanying bodyguard rent a car.

Go to the city center and order a smart anti-theft door lock.”

“If you don’t know how to install it, bring a worker along.”

“Mm, and buy some groceries. As soon as possible.”

After hanging up, the fingers entwined with the smaller hand moved slightly, gently kneading the other’s index finger. Lin Li glanced at her and smiled. “No need for a security door, a regular one is fine.””If it were a security door, wouldn’t her sister be unable to kick it open?”

Wen Jingzhi shot her a sidelong look, the pressure of her kneading increasing slightly, carrying a hint of playful annoyance. Lin Li chuckled softly.

So her sister could be this adorable too.

A trace of a smile also appeared in Wen Jingzhi’s eyes. She gently squeezed the hand in her grasp and lowered her gaze to her phone, scrolling through the screen. Skipping over work messages, her eyes settled on the ones from Wen Xihe and the Wen family patriarch. Casually, she asked, “When are you going home?”

“I want to play for a few more days.” To spend more time with Grandma.

Wen Jingzhi didn’t object. “Mm.”

The small house in the snow grew quiet, but the atmosphere wasn’t cold.

It was warm, soft, and tinged with a hint of ambiguous tenderness.

Their hands remained clasped, fingers tightly interlaced, resting on the soft quilt.

Lin Li briefly replied to Sun Xiaoxiao’s message from a few days ago, asking where she had gone, and sent a message to Grandpa Wen: “I’m fine now.” Then, holding her phone, she suddenly didn’t know what to do.

She had thought she would die, had arranged all her “final affairs,” yet now she was alive and well, the pain even suppressed by the snow’s aura. It felt so surreal, so beautifully unreal.

Wen Jingzhi didn’t notice her distraction as she sorted through the chaotic messages, replying to work-related ones one by one. She tapped open Wen Xihe’s chat window.

Over the past seven days, Wen Xihe had made numerous calls, but Wen Jingzhi’s phone had been on Do Not Disturb the entire time. She hadn’t answered any calls, nor had she had the time to. Messages had piled up to over a hundred, and she really didn’t want to scroll through them all, so she only read the last one.

【Wen Xihe: Where are you! How is Xiao You! Answer me!!!】

Wen Jingzhi frowned slightly. It seemed her grandfather had told her.

【Everything’s fine.】

The moment the message was sent, Wen Xihe called.

The phone, no longer on Do Not Disturb, vibrated and rang.

The dazed girl snapped back to attention and looked over, but Wen Jingzhi still didn’t answer. Puzzled, she asked, “Sister, why aren’t you picking up?”

She didn’t want to.

Wen Jingzhi pressed her lips together and swiped left to hang up.

She didn’t want to be disturbed.

This little cabin could be considered isolated from the world, amidst the vast snowy mountains, there were only the two of them.

She was thoroughly enjoying this moment.

The phone rang again.

Lin Li sat up slightly and leaned over to see who it was, but suddenly her vision darkened as her chin was lifted by cool fingertips.

“What? Mmm!”

A scorching kiss descended.

Wen Jingzhi tossed aside the still-ringing phone, her palm cupping the girl’s soft cheek, gently stroking. Her eyes half-lidded, she watched the faint pink at the corners of the other’s eyes, then closed her own, her tongue prying past resisting teeth to capture the retreating tongue, deepening the kiss.

This was her adorable “little kitten.”

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