Always Chasing My White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 27

When the door opened, the summer night breeze from the corridor drifted in.

Xu Zhiyi felt a slight chill.

That slight chill sobered her up a little.

She lifted her gaze and saw Ruan Yang standing at the doorway, murmuring something.

From her perspective, Ruan Yang’s eyes were lowered, cold and detached, yet burning with an indescribable desire for control.

This only further ignited Xu Zhiyi.

Her breathing grew erratic, her heartbeat quickened, and memories of the night Ruan Yang presented surged back.

The impulses of her estrus made her desperately want to rush over and hold Ruan Yang.

Ruan Yang’s hands were always cold, and she herself seemed icy, as if no one could ever glimpse what lay within her heart.

Conquering someone like this, the difficulty was directly proportional to the immense satisfaction of success.

Xu Zhiyi felt as if she were burning up, her consciousness blurring, yet for some reason, the desire to act on this impulse grew stronger and stronger.

She could only bite her lower lip to restrain herself, to keep from making any strange sounds.

Ruan Yang stood at the door, waiting for a response from Xu Zhiyi, but none came.

She let out a self-mocking laugh.

It was nothing but her own wishful thinking, what right did she have to expect a response from Xu Zhiyi?

She turned to leave, but as soon as she did, hurried footsteps sounded behind her.

A cold hand suddenly slipped into her palm.

A petite figure nestled into her embrace.

The person in her arms leaned back, effortlessly closing the door that Ruan Yang had just opened.

Xu Zhiyi’s loose clothes slipped off her shoulders, and the light spilled from the corners of her eyes, making her appear much softer than usual.

Ruan Yang couldn’t help but swallow hard.

The unique scent of an Omega permeated every corner of the room.

No Alpha could escape such an assault of pheromones, and Ruan Yang’s face flushed uncontrollably.

No, this can’t happen.

Ruan Yang wanted to push Xu Zhiyi away, but Xu Zhiyi was practically pressed against the door, her entire body burning hot, making it impossible for Ruan Yang to reach the doorknob.

“Are you leaving?” Xu Zhiyi’s gaze was hazy, her eyes drifting slowly from Ruan Yang’s eyes down to her lips.

The fingers intertwined with Ruan Yang’s trembled slightly, tracing patterns in her palm.

“Don’t, don’t go.”

Her tone even carried a hint of pleading.

“Help me.” Xu Zhiyi rested her head on Ruan Yang’s shoulder, her warm breath brushing against Ruan Yang’s earlobe.

Ruan Yang shuddered involuntarily.

The pheromones of an Alpha suddenly erupted.

In the room, the scents of roses and pinewood intertwined, blending together in an unusually harmonious way.

Ruan Yang knew Xu Zhiyi wasn’t in her right mind. She didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. What happened last time was already an accident, and the same mistake couldn’t happen twice.

She wrapped her arms around Xu Zhiyi’s waist, intending to carry her to the bed and go out to buy suppressants for her, but Xu Zhiyi seemed to sense her intention and clung to her even tighter.

Xu Zhiyi’s hand pressed against Ruan Yang’s chest, and when she looked up, her tone was slow, as if coldly observing someone drowning.

“I can hear it, the sound of your heartbeat.”

Ruan Yang’s face flushed deeply, a tingling sensation quickly spreading from the base of her spine throughout her entire body.

“Are you just not capable?”

Xu Zhiyi hooked her foot around Ruan Yang’s knee and leaned back, pulling Ruan Yang forward with her.

They tumbled into the blankets together.

“If you can’t handle it,” Xu Zhiyi’s breath was scorching as their noses brushed, her tone almost taunting, “I’ll find someone else.”

Someone else.

Who else?

Qu Lingxuan?

Ruan Yang’s emotions froze instantly. She abruptly grabbed Xu Zhiyi’s restless hands.

Both of them were breathing heavily. After a long silence, Ruan Yang suddenly met Xu Zhiyi’s gaze.

“Do you know who I am, Xu Zhiyi?” she asked.

This was important.

Xu Zhiyi’s response was to press her lips against Ruan Yang’s.

The rose-scented kiss was brief, and Xu Zhiyi seemed too exhausted to speak, her voice a mere whisper against Ruan Yang’s ear.

“You’re Yangyang?”

That nickname shattered Ruan Yang’s last defenses.

She could no longer hold back, cupping Xu Zhiyi’s face and kissing her deeply.

The rose clung tightly beneath the cedar.

When it was over, Ruan Yang’s lips gently brushed the nape of Xu Zhiyi’s neck.

At the slightest touch, Xu Zhiyi trembled all over.

“J-just a temporary one,” she murmured, exhausted and dazed, letting out soft, muffled sounds.

The thought of giving this person a permanent mark, making her belong only to herself, flashed through Ruan Yang’s mind.

But in the end, Ruan Yang simply replied, “Mm,” and gave Xu Zhiyi a temporary mark, just as she’d asked.

One day, Xu Zhiyi would come to her willingly.

Xu Zhiyi soon fell asleep. Ruan Yang touched her forehead and realized she still had a fever.

It was probably from being in the water for too long today, triggering her sensitive period so abruptly.

Ruan Yang got up, fetched a damp towel, and placed it on Xu Zhiyi’s forehead.

She repeated this over and over until well past midnight, when Xu Zhiyi’s fever finally broke. Only then did Ruan Yang feel at ease. She opened the door and left.

It was already three or four in the morning.

Returning to her own room, Ruan Yang finally turned on her phone.

Dozens of missed calls, all from Ruan Qingyu.

The most recent one was just five minutes ago. Ruan Yang’s finger hovered over the call-back button for a moment before pressing it.

The call connected almost instantly, and Ruan Qingyu’s scolding voice poured through.

“Ruan Yang! Have you lost your mind? Do you even know what tonight was? You left your father and me stranded at the banquet hall, making excuses to everyone about why you didn’t show up? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was? Do you know how Rong Jiang questioned me? Do you even see me as your mother?!”

Ruan Qingyu continued berating her for several minutes.

Ruan Yang sat by the window and listened quietly.

She didn’t argue. Only when Ruan Qingyu seemed to have run out of steam did she suddenly ask, completely out of the blue, “Does it have to be him?”

“…” Ruan Qingyu was stunned, wondering if she’d misheard. “What?”

“I asked, does it have to be him, Mom?”

Ruan Qingyu fell silent.

After a long pause or perhaps only a few seconds her voice suddenly sounded distant, as if she were struggling to suppress her anger.

Though she didn’t know why Ruan Yang was asking this, she replied softly, “Yes.”

It was the answer Ruan Yang had expected.

Her fingertips brushed against her lips, where the faint scent of roses seemed to linger.

The thought of Xu Zhiyi carrying her scent filled Ruan Yang with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction from the depths of her heart.

A sigh escaped her throat, carrying a tone of resignation as she murmured, “We’re so alike, Mother.”

I, too, cannot do without her.

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