Always Chasing My White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 46

Driven by her Alpha instincts, Ruan Yang almost immediately pinned Xu Zhiyi’s shoulder with one hand the moment she finished speaking. A scorching breath pressed close to the nape of Xu Zhiyi’s neck.

Xu Zhiyi trembled all over from the heat but ultimately did not pull away.

Even in her dazed state, Ruan Yang unerringly located the gland in an instant and gently licked it.

The rich scent of roses instantly flooded her senses. Though her body and mind were urgently compelling her to mark this person quickly, a thought surfaced from the depths of Ruan Yang’s subconscious.

The person in her arms was the one she held dearest in her heart, always deserving of the gentlest and most considerate treatment.

This thought suppressed all her impulses. She continued to lick slowly until Xu Zhiyi’s body gradually relaxed, no longer tense. Only then did Ruan Yang lift a hand to wrap around Xu Zhiyi’s waist from behind, while the hand gripping her shoulder slid forward to press against her neck.

Every possible escape route for Xu Zhiyi was now restrained by Ruan Yang, a posture that allowed no retreat.

The Alpha’s overwhelming presence made Xu Zhiyi instinctively tilt her head back, her red lips parting slightly, her gaze growing increasingly hazy.

Ruan Yang’s lips enclosed the most delicate patch of soft flesh at the nape of Xu Zhiyi’s neck. Her eyes darkened, and her sharp teeth silently pierced through.

“Ah!” The sudden infusion of pheromones elicited a soft moan of pain from Xu Zhiyi, but the discomfort quickly faded, gradually transforming into another peculiar sensation.

It filled her entire being.

She soon realized that Ruan Yang had given her a temporary mark.

An indescribable emotion enveloped her.

To her surprise, she found herself both relieved that Ruan Yang had only given her a temporary mark under such circumstances and simultaneously discontent.

Yes, discontent.

Discontent that Ruan Yang had only given her a temporary mark. An Alpha’s innate possessiveness would typically drive them to lose control around the Omega they desired, yet Ruan Yang had still remembered to only grant a temporary mark in such a state.

Did this mean…

Xu Zhiyi opened her eyes, her gaze clearer than before.

Only after all the pheromones had been infused and the scents in the air had nearly dissipated did Xu Zhiyi finally raise a hand to touch the swollen gland on her nape.

Even the slightest touch sent a shiver of pain through her.

She turned her head to see Ruan Yang lying back on the bed, cheeks flushed from the high fever of her rut. Her fair, slender fingers unconsciously brushed against the sheets, their tips tinged with a delicate pink.

Xu Zhiyi watched Ruan Yang for a while without saying a word, then moved forward to clasp her hand and nestled into the crook of her arm, falling asleep alongside her.

As the doctor had mentioned, because Ruan Yang had presented late, her first rut was more intense than that of most Alphas. Initially, Xu Zhiyi hadn’t thought much of it just a rut, after all. From scripts she’d read while filming, ruts never seemed to last very long.

Xu Zhiyi didn’t know where her confidence had come from. She originally thought that even if Ruan Yang’s sensitive period came on fiercely, three days would be about enough, and she could give herself a break for the remaining four days.

But things didn’t go as planned Ruan Yang’s sensitive period actually lasted a full week.

On the last day, Xu Zhiyi’s legs were so weak she couldn’t even get out of bed.

When she saw the message from her agent on WeChat reminding her that her break was almost over and she needed to return to work the next day, she cast a resentful glance at Ruan Yang, who was lying beside her and looked much better than she had in previous days.

Ruan Yang’s body temperature had completely returned to normal by now. Xu Zhiyi had been giving her medicine on time every day, so logically, Ruan Yang should have woken up already. Yet, for some reason, she remained unconscious.

Strange.

Frowning, Xu Zhiyi leaned in a little closer to observe Ruan Yang’s reaction and noticed her lips moving slightly, as if she were murmuring something repeatedly.

She moved even closer, almost nose to nose, but still couldn’t make out what Ruan Yang was saying.

“Zhiyi!” Ruan Yang whispered soundlessly, her pink fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the white bedsheet.

She felt as if she had opened her eyes in a daze. In her half-awake state, she saw Xu Zhiyi, and the countless intimate moments they had shared over the past few days flooded back into her mind.

Ruan Yang thought she was dreaming, a beautiful dream where Xu Zhiyi was helping her through her sensitive period.

A dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

In the dream, Xu Zhiyi reached out to touch her forehead.

“Are you still feverish?” Xu Zhiyi asked softly.

Ruan Yang lifted her hand and grasped Xu Zhiyi’s wrist, her thumb slowly rubbing and tracing circles on the inside of her wrist.

Xu Zhiyi’s hand immediately went limp, dropping weakly. She lifted her seductive eyes, the corners tinged with red, and shot a feeble glare at the person across from her. Pouting discontentedly, she murmured in a tone that was both coquettish and reproachful, “What, you’ve touched me everywhere else, and now you won’t even let me feel your forehead?”

As she spoke, Xu Zhiyi’s lips puckered slightly. When she saw that Ruan Yang didn’t respond, she glanced at her again and realized Ruan Yang had been staring intently at her fingertips.

With an almost mischievous smile, she waved her red-polished fingernails lightly in the air.

“Well, do you like them?”

No, I don’t.

Ruan Yang bit her lower lip tightly, unable to utter the words.

Xu Zhiyi’s fingers stilled. She leaned closer to Ruan Yang, puzzled. “Why aren’t you answering me? Do you not like them?”

I don’t like you wearing this color of nail polish at all.

Ruan Yang’s breathing quickened.

“But I did it for you this time,” Xu Zhiyi said, her face full of innocence, as if startled by Ruan Yang’s reaction.

She pressed her lips together and twisted her wrist slightly, trying to pull it back with a hint of grievance.

But Ruan Yang only tightened her grip.

R-really?

Ruan Yang felt as if her heart had skipped a beat.

She seemed to have stared at Xu Zhiyi for a long time before, slowly, she began to pull Xu Zhiyi’s wrist closer to her. Lowering her head, she let her warm breath brush against the back of Xu Zhiyi’s hand.

Just as they were about to kiss, Xu Zhiyi let out a soft laugh. With little effort, she withdrew her wrist from Ruan Yang’s grasp and held her nails up to examine them slowly.

She asked again, “How about now? Do they look good?”

When Xu Zhiyi pulled her hand away, Ruan Yang felt as if something in her heart had been taken along with it.

She lifted her head, her body instinctively leaning forward toward Xu Zhiyi’s hand, until her forehead came to rest in Xu Zhiyi’s palm.

With a faint, almost imperceptible “snap,” Ruan Yang’s eyes suddenly flew open.

Xu Zhiyi, startled by the abrupt movement, withdrew her hand and frowned, puzzled by how Ruan Yang had suddenly sat up and opened her eyes when she had been lying still with her eyes closed just moments before.

“Did the fever fry your brain?” she murmured under her breath.

The warmth of Ruan Yang’s forehead still lingered in her palm. Xu Zhiyi thought back carefully, it seemed the fever had already subsided.

“Do you want some water?” Xu Zhiyi didn’t dwell on Ruan Yang’s earlier reaction, assuming she was just disoriented from sleep. She casually rested her hand on her own leg.

Thinking Ruan Yang might be thirsty after waking, she got up to fetch a glass of water. But as soon as she moved, a force gripped her hand, pulling her back down.

Xu Zhiyi found herself seated on the bed again.

She looked up, confusion in her eyes as she stared at Ruan Yang.

Ruan Yang’s gaze was fixed intently on Xu Zhiyi’s fair, delicate fingertips.

This look was more intense and invasive than any she had given over the past seven days. Xu Zhiyi felt an unconscious pang at the back of her neck.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Xu Zhiyi’s voice trembled involuntarily.

Just as she began to wonder if Ruan Yang’s sensitive period hadn’t yet passed, Ruan Yang suddenly lowered her head and kissed her fingertips.

It was as if a heavy drum had been struck right beside Xu Zhiyi’s ears. Her heart grew warm.

“They’re beautiful.”

Ruan Yang’s lips brushed slowly against Xu Zhiyi’s fingertips, gentle and tender like an exceedingly docile puppy. After a long moment, she finally lifted her head.

Like an innocent child, she spoke the most honest thought in her heart, plain and direct.

“They’re beautiful.”

I like them.

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