After the Strategy Failed, the Heroine Turned into a Crematorium - Chapter 30

Seeing that it was getting late, the two of them returned to their respective rooms to shower. But just before falling asleep, Qi Zhi’e suddenly heard a knock at the door.

In this house, there were only her and Bian You so it was obvious who was knocking.

A slight frown creased her brow, and a trace of irritation flickered in her heart. Yet, in the end, she still wore a soft, faint smile as she opened the door.

When she saw Bian You standing there, clutching a big, fluffy white pillow and looking at her with shy embarrassment, how could Qi Zhi’e not understand her intentions?

“Zhi’e, I want to sleep with you. Is that okay?” Bian You gazed at her with a pitiful expression.

From a conservative perspective on relationships, moving in together and sharing a bed so soon was indeed fast. But if she were honest with herself, no matter how rushed or embarrassing it felt, she still wanted to cling to Qi Zhi’e.

Seeing her eager, pleading look, Qi Zhi’e glanced behind her. Though there was nothing there, she could almost picture a tail wagging furiously.

After a brief moment of contemplation, she stepped aside to let her in.

Bian You’s eyes lit up instantly. Without a second thought, she tossed her pillow into the room not even checking if it landed on the bed before wrapping her arms tightly around Qi Zhi’e, shouting excitedly, “Qi Zhi’e, Qi Zhi’e, Qi Zhi’e!”

Ahhh, she was so happy! She had fully prepared herself for rejection, never expecting Qi Zhi’e to agree so easily!

Qi Zhi’e was spun around in her embrace, her feet leaving the ground. The sensation wasn’t exactly comfortable, but the firm grip of Bian You’s hands around her waist gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

As if she had no fear of being dropped.

Bian You couldn’t bear to let go of Qi Zhi’e’s warm, soft body. Especially since she had just showered her natural scent mingled with the fresh fragrance of soap, making her even more intoxicating.

Carrying Qi Zhi’e into the room, she kicked the door shut behind her, unable to suppress a silly, gleeful grin.

Qi Zhi’e didn’t bother being coy either. Since they had already done everything, playing hard to get now would just feel awkward. Instead, she looped her arms around Bian You’s neck and wrapped her legs around her waist, making it easier for her to carry her.

Feeling her cooperation, Bian You’s smile brightened even more. She easily jogged to the bed with Qi Zhi’e in her arms, bent down to pick up the pillow from the floor, tossed it onto the bed, then carefully laid Qi Zhi’e down before excitedly nuzzling against her.

Noticing the pillow from the corner of her eye, Qi Zhi’e chuckled softly, ruffling Bian You’s hair. “No more germaphobia?”

“The carpet’s clean!” Bian You grinned.

They had just replaced the carpet this morning, the old one had been sent for cleaning.

Qi Zhi’e: “…”

Suddenly, she recalled what the two of them had done on that very carpet during Bian You’s rut.

She rubbed her temples, realizing how unlike herself she had been under the influence of Bian You’s pheromones. Even with the bed right beside them, she had let desire take over on the carpet.

Bian You freed one hand to turn off the light, then pulled the blanket over both of them while still clinging tightly to Qi Zhi’e. Shyly, she asked, “Qi Zhi’e, do you like me a little more now?”

Darkness truly provided the perfect cover. In this environment, even that faint, practiced smile disappeared from Qi Zhi’e’s face, leaving her expression calm. Yet her voice was unexpectedly gentle, carrying a hint of teasing flirtation.

“Shouldn’t you already know whether I like you more or not?”

Hearing Qi Zhi’e’s words, Bian You bashfully planted kisses on her shoulder and whispered shyly, “I want to hear you say it.”

Checking the favorability meter was one thing, but hearing it from Qi Zhi’e’s lips was entirely different. When she said it, it carried the weight of sweet nothings and Bian You loved hearing sweet nothings.

Qi Zhi’e’s low chuckle vibrated through her chest against Bian You, who then felt warm breath against her ear as Qi Zhi’e murmured, “I do.”

The warmth on her ear made Bian You’s body heat up even more. She pressed her lips together in a shy smile and whispered, “I like you more and more too.”

Qi Zhi’e’s soft hand stroked her neck, occasionally brushing against that sensitive gland, sending uncontrollable shivers of pleasure through her body.

Ugh, what a disgrace.

Bian You cursed herself inwardly. She had just gone through her rut, that intense round of lovemaking should have left her sated, even oversatiated to the point of not wanting it for a while. How could she get aroused so easily under Qi Zhi’e’s touch?

“Stop touching me,” Bian You bit her lip and whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I’ll want you.” Her voice grew even quieter.

Qi Zhi’e laughed silently, her voice softening further.

“And what about you clinging to me, rubbing against me, kissing me did you ever stop to think whether I might want you too?” After all, whenever this woman held her, she never stayed still, always full of little movements.

Bian You feigned innocence. “I trust your self-control is better than mine.”

Qi Zhi’e: “…”

“Enough. Sleep.” She lightly patted Bian You’s head.

“Mm.” Bian You grumbled in response but still found Qi Zhi’e’s lips for one last kiss before hugging her tightly and closing her eyes contentedly.

She loved the feeling of holding Qi Zhi’e, the warmth and softness so comforting it made her heart melt. In the past, Bian You would never have believed she could develop such skin hunger for someone.

The room grew quiet. As time passed, Qi Zhi’e could hear Bian You’s breathing grow lighter and steadier, gradually deepening into sleep.

Outside, a strong wind seemed to have picked up. Its howling seeped through the closed windows, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated corners of the room.

Qi Zhi’e silently counted the seconds until the thunder would come.

A low rumble spread, followed by an even brighter flash then a deafening crack, loud enough to make one’s heart leap and clench.

The thunder grew louder and more frequent, the pattering of rain drawing nearer until it enveloped their little world.

Qi Zhi’e felt Bian You’s arms around her tighten with each clap of thunder, her body trembling slightly, her face burying deeper against her.

Qi Zhi’e turned her head slightly, barely making out Bian You’s appearance in the flickering lightning. The woman’s brows were tightly knit though still unconscious, she clearly wasn’t comfortable.

Was she afraid of thunder?

After a moment’s thought, Qi Zhi’e shifted slightly and returned the embrace, her hand gently stroking Bian You’s back in slow, soothing motions as if lulling a child to sleep.

As expected, though Bian You’s frown never fully relaxed, it softened considerably compared to before.

Meanwhile, in her dream, Bian You had buried herself entirely under the blankets, trembling at the booming thunder while desperately calling out a name that received no answer.

Then something seemed to envelop her. That small anchor became her only solace as she sank deeper into sleep and into another dream.

She dreamed of her soul being wrenched apart by excruciating pain before plunging into a pitch-black abyss. The world spun violently, churning her stomach until her organs felt displaced.

The endless fall lasted until a white light appeared, growing larger, brighter, until Bian You’s eyes flew open in stunned silence, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It took several moments for awareness to return. Recognizing Qi Zhi’e’s room, she immediately began searching for the other woman.

The empty space beside her held no lingering warmth Qi Zhi’e must have risen long ago.

Her heart still pounding wildly, Bian You scrambled out of bed in near-panic, flinging open the bedroom door to search. When she finally spotted Qi Zhi’e curled on the balcony wicker chair with a book, the frantic beating in her chest abruptly stilled.

She approached as post-storm sunlight clear and gentle bathed them in perfect comfort.

“Why’d you wake up so early?” Bian You crouched to rest her head on Qi Zhi’e’s lap, the words coming out in an almost petulant murmur.

Qi Zhi’e’s gaze lingered on the faint redness at the corners of her eyes before dropping to the bare feet.

“Go put on shoes,” she chided, brows knitting slightly.

Only then did Bian You notice her own oversight. “Oh,” she mumbled flatly before hurrying back for slippers.

Returning, she repeated, “Why so early?” The morning’s emptiness had left her profoundly unsettled.

“Nice weather,” Qi Zhi’e replied. The overnight downpour had left the world refreshed, colors more vibrant, rare serenity that inspired this reading interlude.

Bian You nuzzled against her thigh. “Should’ve woken me,” she grumbled. Then they could’ve been together.

Amused by the drowsy complaint, Qi Zhi’e pinched her cheek plump as a steamed bun with deepening smile. “You’re quite clingy.”

All this fuss just for waking up alone?

The intimate gestures and teasing words made Bian You’s cheeks flush slightly early in the morning. While she enjoyed the affection, she couldn’t help but start feeling another kind of worry.

Her brows furrowed slightly, giving her a somewhat pitiful look.

“Will you dislike me for being so clingy? Will you find it annoying?”

Of course, I will.

Qi Zhi’e answered in her heart, yet her face maintained a gentle smile, and even her gaze toward Bian You remained tender.

The hand that had been pinching Bian You’s cheek now lightly caressed it, savoring the smooth texture beneath her fingertips, her expression growing even softer.

“How could I? I can’t get enough of it.”

Bian You’s starry eyes brightened as she looked at Qi Zhi’e with sparkling delight. “Really?”

Qi Zhi’e gazed at her intently.

“Really.”

Bian You giggled foolishly and leaned in to give Qi Zhi’e a light kiss.

Qi Zhi’e covered her mouth with a hand, smiling at her puzzled look.

“Go wash up.”

“…Oh.”

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