After the Sickly Child Differentiates into A - Chapter 70

After Wen Jingzhi recovered, she followed Wen Xihe out of the ancestral hall, her steps steady. Aside from her slightly pale complexion, there was no indication that she had been injured.

Wen Xihe clicked her tongue in amazement. “No wonder you’re an award-winning actress.”

Wen Jingzhi shot her a cold glance. “Don’t tell her.”

“Fine, fine,” Wen Xihe waved her hand dismissively.

The two returned to the main hall, where Wen Xize had just finished his questioning. He gave Wen Jingzhi a strange look before turning and heading upstairs.

As soon as Lin Li saw her sister, she rushed over, looking up to examine her. She immediately noticed something off about her complexion and frowned. “Are you feeling unwell, sister?”

Wen Xihe raised an eyebrow: Oh ho.

It wasn’t her who said it.

Wen Jingzhi’s brow twitched slightly as she reached out to ruffle Lin Li’s hair, her voice gentle. “No, maybe I caught a chill.”

Wen Xihe: As if! The ancestral hall isn’t even outside.

Lin Li tilted her head. “Alright. Did Grandpa Wen punish you severely?”

Wen Xihe widened her eyes: Huh? She believed that just like that? Huh??

“Not severely.” Wen Jingzhi took her hand and led her forward. “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

Holding Lin Li’s hand, Wen Jingzhi left Wen Xihe behind and led her all the way to the third floor. Wen Xihe had no choice but to return to her room on the second floor.

Wen Jingzhi opened the door to her bedroom, guided Lin Li inside, and closed the door.

“Sister, are you really not feeling unwell?” Lin Li didn’t believe her. She turned to face Wen Jingzhi, her lips parting as if to press further, but her shoulders were suddenly pushed back gently.

She took a step back, her back hitting the door. As her vision darkened, the scent of snow enveloped her.

Lin Li looked up, her throat moving. “Sister, Mmm!”

Wen Jingzhi braced her hands against the door, hooked an arm around her waist, leaned in, and kissed her.

Her tongue pried open Lin Li’s lips. Lin Li gasped softly, then suddenly frowned. For the first time, she actively ventured into the other’s territory, brushing against the seam of her lips and the tips of her teeth.

The taste of blood.

Realizing what it was, Wen Jingzhi’s intoxicated eyes cleared abruptly. She pulled back sharply, catching her breath, pressed her lips together, and pulled Lin Li into an embrace before opening the door. “It’s late, go back and rest.”

Lin Li’s expression darkened unusually. She raised her hand, pressed it against the door, and pushed it shut with force.

Click.

The door closed once more.

A slender arm wrapped around her waist, pressing gently. “Is it here?”

It hurt so much she could taste blood in her mouth.

Wen Jingzhi sighed helplessly, cupping Lin Li’s cheek as she leaned in, intending to distract her with a kiss. But Lin Li dodged, and her lips landed at the corner of her mouth. Wen Jingzhi frowned and let out a silent sigh. “Xiao You.”

The hand on her lower back slid upward, coming to rest on her spine. The moment it made contact, Lin Li felt the person in her arms tremble slightly. Her eyes reddened. “Is it here?”

“Did Grandpa hit you?” Brother Xize said Grandpa would resort to physical punishment when angry.

Wen Jingzhi pressed her lips together and remained silent. Lin Li bit her lip, pulled out of the embrace, took her hand, and led her to the bed, pressing her shoulders to make her sit.

Wen Jingzhi complied with everything, sitting on the edge of the bed. But when those slender fingers reached for the buttons on her shirt collar, her eyes flickered, and she reached out to grasp Lin Li’s wrist.

“It’s not serious.” Wen Jingzhi pulled gently, and Lin Li stumbled onto her lap. Lin Li exclaimed in frustration, “Sister!”

Her fingers still rested on the buttons. Wen Jingzhi leaned closer, tilting her head slightly, her lips hovering just above Lin Li’s as she whispered, her breath like orchids, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Lin Li came to her senses, her ears flushed red, but she persisted, suppressing her embarrassment as she tightened her fingers. “I know, but I need to see for myself to feel at ease.”

Those cold eyes darkened. She leaned in, placed a soft kiss, then pulled back and released her hand. “Fine.”

With a hook of her arm, she pulled the other closer. “But you’ll have to pay a price.”

Lin Li froze, her face reddening. “Wh-what price?”

“Are you starting to hurt again?” Wen Jingzhi didn’t answer but countered with a question.

It had been nearly a week since her last sensitive period, and the scent of her pheromones on the young Alpha had almost faded entirely. She had been sleeping the entire way back.

Lin Li pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

The faint, persistent pain had returned a day ago, but compared to before, it was much more bearable.

Slender fingers descended to the delicate neck, the tip of a finger sliding along the edge of the gland patch at the nape. The finger slipped beneath, lifting a corner, while deep, shadowed eyes fixed on the girl’s face. A cool voice, tinged with a husky undertone, murmured, “The price.”

Lin Li bit her lip, her eyelashes fluttering. After a moment, she nodded, her face flushed.

Wen Jingzhi curved her lips into a smile, took the girl’s hand, and pressed it against the buttons of her collar. “Undo them.”

Her hand trembled as she held the button. Lin Li took a soft breath, the corners of her eyes tinged with pink, and began unbuttoning them one by one.

Beneath her swan-like neck lay exquisitely shaped collarbones, with straight, elegant shoulders and skin as pale as porcelain, reflecting the light and dazzling the girl’s eyes.

Warm fingertips occasionally brushed against her skin. Wen Jingzhi closed her eyes, suppressing her slightly ragged breaths. She grasped the “mischievous” hand, kissed those lips, and delved deep licking, exploring, nibbling, fierce and urgent.

“Mmm… Sister!” The fingers clutching the third button trembled too much to undo it. “Don’t!”

Wen Jingzhi hooked an arm around her legs, lifted her with one arm, and set her down. She tugged at the collar of her coat, stretched her arms, and let the coat slide to the floor. Once again, she took the girl’s slender wrist, guiding her to find the buttons. Her tongue retreated, but her lips remained pressed close. “Continue.”

Lin Li’s eyes grew moist, her vision suddenly blurry her glasses had been removed.

The silver-rimmed frames were casually tossed onto the bed.

Her trembling fingers undid another button.

The collar slipped down, revealing the graceful curve of her shoulder and neck, the black edge of her clothing faintly visible. Lin Li’s breathing had long since grown uneven, a pool of tears gathering in her left eye. She caught a glimpse of that luminous skin and the shadowed hollow, and the gland at the nape of her neck throbbed violently. The corners of her eyes burned red, and as her tongue was sucked fiercely, she couldn’t hold back a soft, weak moan.

The scorching kiss paused.

Wen Jingzhi suppressed a pant and pulled back, glancing down at her own shirt, now unbuttoned to the fourth button. She chuckled lowly. “Why did you stop?”

Lin Li tilted her head back, gasping for air, a glistening trail at the corner of her lips. She closed her eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, “This is enough.”

“Is it?” Wen Jingzhi’s gaze darkened as she seized the girl’s wrist, pressing those slender fingers against the collar. “Pull it down.”

Lin Li was a few centimeters shorter, making the action less convenient. She also didn’t dare look at that flash of white, keeping her eyes shut for a long moment without moving. Wen Jingzhi chuckled softly, then suddenly lifted her and carried her to the desk.

“Sister!” The sudden lift made Lin Li gasp, her eyes flying open as she was lifted again this time, seated on the desk.

Now, she was taller than her sister.

Wen Jingzhi stepped closer, pressing against her, her left hand braced on the desk, her right hand still gripping Lin Li’s, guiding it back to the collar. “Go on.”

The girl’s face was flushed with a mix of bashfulness and desire, looking utterly “delicious.”

Wen Jingzhi closed her eyes and took a light breath, urging once more, “Xiao You.”

“Mm…” Lin Li’s response trembled slightly. Her throat bobbed as she tugged at the collar of her shirt and pulled it down after her sister released her hand.

Wen Jingzhi instinctively shrugged her shoulders, letting the shirt slide down and hang over her arms.

Her peaks and soft curves were revealed, as dazzling as white porcelain.

The gland at the back of her neck throbbed again. Lin Li suddenly lowered her head, resting it against Wen Jingzhi’s shoulder and neck, letting out a soft, shaky gasp.

She wanted so badly to kiss her.

To touch her.

Her hand, braced against the desk, curled abruptly, and her gaze grew darker.

Wen Jingzhi pressed her cheek against Lin Li’s ear and whispered, “Did you see it?”

“I didn’t look!”

Wen Jingzhi chuckled, raising an eyebrow as her lips brushed lightly against the girl’s earlobe. “I meant the injury.”

Lin Li bit her lip and lifted her head to look at the smooth, flawless back. The sight momentarily dazzled her, but as she refocused, she couldn’t find any wound. Only along the center of the spine, faintly obscured by the clothing, there seemed to be a slight pinkish mark.

She wrapped her arms around Wen Jingzhi’s shoulders, leaning closer to get a better look. But the movement brought the back of her own neck right before the woman’s eyes.

Suddenly, the scent-blocking patch was torn away. Lin Li’s eyelashes fluttered as her gland was enveloped in scorching heat. Her body trembled, and she let out a muffled groan, the corners of her eyes quickly reddening.

A tongue swept over the opening and closing gland, kissing and sucking. Wen Jingzhi’s left hand, which had been braced against the desk, rose to clasp the waist of the person in her arms, while her right hand pressed gently against the back of Lin Li’s head.

Hot, soft lips teased the gland, pecking and sucking. The marking teeth pressed against the gland’s opening but hesitated to bite down.

The Alpha’s pleading whimpers echoed in her ears, making her breath grow heavier.

A misty dampness welled up in Lin Li’s eyes. She blinked in confusion, her throat bobbing with each kiss as she swallowed repeatedly, driven to the brink of desperation. Tearfully, she begged, “Sister, mark me.”

It felt unbearable.

Wen Jingzhi’s expression darkened intensely. Her marking teeth instantly pierced the gland, and a surge of cool pheromones flooded into the Alpha’s gland, coursing through her body.

“Mm!” Lin Li’s arms went weak, sliding down to wrap around her sister’s waist, holding her tightly. Her body arched outward, the soft curves occasionally brushing against clothing. Wen Jingzhi’s abdomen tightened, and she couldn’t suppress a low, husky moan. She tightened her embrace, biting deeper.

The marking was intense and prolonged.

By the time Wen Jingzhi released her, Lin Li was overwhelmed with pleasure, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. She turned her head and pressed kisses against the porcelain-like shoulder and back, nibbling almost like grinding her teeth.

Wen Jingzhi shuddered, her throat bobbing as she let out a low, magnetic gasp right by Lin Li’s ear. The sound sent a jolt through Lin Li, her abdomen tightening as her marking teeth slightly emerged.

Closing her eyes, Wen Jingzhi took a deep breath, her ragged breathing gradually calming. She whispered, “Sister.”

“Mm.”

Wen Jingzhi responded, releasing her grip to lift the shirt collar. She put the shirt back on, tilting her head slightly to kiss Lin Li’s neck. Slowly, she fastened the buttons, her lips trailing kisses along the slender neck, moving to the jaw, then sliding to the corner of the mouth, and finally reaching the lips.

The gentle kiss lingered over lips and tongue. As she fastened the last button, she wrapped her arms around Lin Li’s waist, holding her as they moved away from the desk and stood upright, their lips still pressed together.

It was only when Lin Li was gasping for breath again that she finally released her. Giving a light pat on the lower back, she let go.

Lin Li took a step back, leaning against the desk as she caught her breath. Wen Jingzhi fetched a new scent-blocking patch and applied it for her, then picked up the glasses from the bed and put them on her. A fleeting kiss brushed her lips before Wen Jingzhi whispered, “Go back now.”

“Okay.” Her voice was hoarse.

Wen Jingzhi curved her lips into a faint smile, escorted the person into the bedroom, and only left after stealing a goodnight kiss.

Returning to her room, she straightened her collar and put on her overcoat before heading out again. By the time she reached the garage, Wen Xihe was already seated in the driver’s seat.

“So slow?” Wen Xihe had been waiting for nearly half an hour. “What were you doing?”

Wen Jingzhi settled into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and shot her a sidelong glance. “Don’t ask.”

Wen Xihe noticed her unusually red lips and widened her eyes, immediately starting the car. “Damn, you’re so pent up is your old house on fire?”

“How long were you kissing for? Your lips are swollen!”

Wen Jingzhi frowned, tried to hold back, but couldn’t help it, and snapped in a low voice, “Shut up.”

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