Honey, Open The Door. I Want To Give You The Room Key - Chapter 25

Lou Qingshuang’s legs turned weak under the rush of Liu Yu’s pheromones. She could only cling tightly to Liu Yu’s shoulders with both hands. The pheromones erupting from her mouth plunged Lou Qingshuang into a pseudo-heat; she truly loathed the feeling of losing control.

Their pheromones had merged. A beautiful palm gently pressed Lou Qingshuang into an embrace, catching her body just as she was about to slide downward.

Having had her pheromone gland bitten, Liu Yu had completely lost her reason. Ignoring Lou Qingshuang’s attempts at comfort, her lips instinctively sought out Lou Qingshuang’s pheromone gland. The moment her teeth sank into the gland, Lou Qingshuang’s eyes widened, and she tried violently to push Liu Yu away.

Unexpectedly, at that exact moment, Liu Yu began a temporary marking. This caused Lou Qingshuang to feel dizzy for a split second. When she regained her senses, she gasped and tried to push Liu Yu away again, but Liu Yu pinned her hands down.

“Liu Yu, stop! I am not your lover!” Lou Qingshuang called out Liu Yu’s name, her voice hoarse.

The irrational Liu Yu felt only joy—the joy of the other party responding to her. This was the true solace. The pheromones surging from the bite caused Lou Qingshuang’s shriveled gland to gradually become full, her own pheromones responding in turn.

Lou Qingshuang’s body went limp as she lost all strength, leaning into Liu Yu’s arms. Liu Yu leaned over half-way to hold her, but Lou Qingshuang immediately blocked her next move.

Lou Qingshuang’s pheromone injection wasn’t complete yet; it hadn’t reached the standard for calming her down. At the very least, she had to make Liu Yu regain her senses.

The best method now was to take Liu Yu into cold water to alleviate her high fever.

Looking at Liu Yu, who still wanted to lean down, Lou Qingshuang’s gaze turned cold. She proactively kissed Liu Yu’s lips, biting down hard before Liu Yu could entwine with her. The pain caused Liu Yu to sober up for a moment. She looked at the Omega slumped in her arms with her clothes half-open. Liu Yu’s eyes remained wild, and she reached out, wanting to unfasten Lou Qingshuang’s clothing.

Slap! Lou Qingshuang struck her across the face. Liu Yu cleared her head slightly, looking at the person, she was forcibly pressing into her arms, realizing she had lost control.

“I’m sorry,” Liu Yu said, her voice so raspy it was barely audible. She carefully released Lou Qingshuang and helped straighten her clothes.

“Go wash in cold water,” Lou Qingshuang said, her face flushed from the impact of Liu Yu’s presence. Her own bitten gland was also burning hot.

Liu Yu bent down and picked Lou Qingshuang up. Lou Qingshuang curled into Liu Yu’s embrace, drenched in sweat from the previous struggle. Liu Yu carried her straight into the bathroom. With a splash, the cold water from the showerhead soaked them both. Lou Qingshuang shuddered at the shock of the cold; the water instantly drenched their silk robes.

Lou Qingshuang clung to Liu Yu’s neck, watching the water from the showerhead while the large bathtub on the side was already filled with water.

Liu Yu gently set Lou Qingshuang down. The two stood together under the shower. Their white silk pajamas were now clinging to their bodies. Liu Yu lowered her head, water streaming from her hair down her face. She stared intently at Lou Qingshuang, her voice thick, “I’m sorry. I lost control.”

Lou Qingshuang’s eyes were calm. “As long as you can regain your reason now, we can finish the rest of the soothing. Besides, I agreed to this transaction myself; I knew what the risks were,” she said word by word, enduring the discomfort in the gland at the back of her neck.

Liu Yu looked at Lou Qingshuang. She appeared somewhat disheveled, the corners of her eyes flushed red, yet she maintained her capacity for cool thought. The cold water brushed over Liu Yu, lowering her surface temperature, but the heat deep inside had not faded at all.

“Then, soothe me,” Liu Yu said through gritted teeth, her dark pupils fixed on Lou Qingshuang. She brushed her long, wet hair to one side, exposing her pheromone gland. Lou Qingshuang’s gland indeed couldn’t fully respond to her pheromones to create a temporary mark, so Lou Qingshuang could only act as her pacifier.

That rose was so magnificent and cold within the bathroom.

“This is my first time soothing an Alpha. Bear with me,” Lou Qingshuang said, maintaining her composure even as her ears turned a deep crimson.

“I won’t blame you, even if you bite hard,” Liu Yu lowered her body intentionally, bracing her hands against the bathroom wall to circle Lou Qingshuang without actually holding her—a gesture thick with ambiguity.

She shielded Lou Qingshuang from the direct spray of the shower. Lou Qingshuang trembled under the cold water and the mist, feeling the winter chill, yet the body heat radiating from Liu Yu was scorching.

Lou Qingshuang’s slender fingertips unfastened the belt of Liu Yu’s robe. She leaned in and bit into Liu Yu’s gland. The moment her warm mouth latched onto the pheromone gland, Liu Yu’s breath hitched, and her hands against the wall tightened involuntarily.

Lou Qingshuang’s hair was plastered to her scalp. She looked even more beautiful now—a delicate, elegant rose trembling slightly in the mist.

The frigid scent of roses exploded in Lou Qingshuang’s mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered incessantly, fearing she might trigger another surge in Liu Yu and incite a desire to mark her.

Lou Qingshuang gripped Liu Yu’s shoulders tightly, biting through the pheromone gland to inject all the pheromones she had just secreted into the back of Liu Yu’s neck.

The high fever and distress that were usually so difficult to alleviate gradually receded under the soothing. The back of Liu Yu’s neck was no longer burning; her eyes fluttered, feeling a sudden urge to sleep.

Liu Yu’s logic returned. She looked down at Lou Qingshuang’s body, wrapped tightly in the soaked bathrobe, the cold-water tracing lines down her fair, long legs.

Lou Qingshuang’s teeth lifted slightly and then settled again, her soft tongue brushing against the gland. Liu Yu couldn’t help but let out a low groan, stepping forward and pressing Lou Qingshuang against the wall.

Because of the blocking injections, her gland couldn’t secrete much pheromone. Lou Qingshuang tried her best to squeeze out her pheromones; in the end, she couldn’t achieve complete soothing, but it was enough to keep Liu Yu from losing control for the next few days, even if the discomfort remained.

Her jaw grew sore from biting. When she finally released her hold, the deep teeth marks on the gland offered a bit of resistance. When Lou Qingshuang looked up, she realized she had bitten too deep, drawing blood on the back of Liu Yu’s neck.

Seeing the faint red traces of blood on the gland, she felt a wave of bashfulness; her technique was truly poor.

“I did my best,” Lou Qingshuang said. She was enveloped in the scent of roses, which was full of longing for her, and her mouth tasted entirely of roses.

Liu Yu released her hands from the wall and gave a light chuckle. “It’s already very good.”

Her damp, wavy hair clung to her cheeks. She looked both sexy and full of desire; her eyes, usually composed and noble, were incredibly attractive when stained with such longing.

“Since you’re better now, I’m going to leave,” Lou Qingshuang signaled for Liu Yu to move aside.

“Alright.” Liu Yu’s gaze lingered longingly on the pheromone gland she had bitten earlier.

With her pheromones under control, Liu Yu curled up exhausted on the sofa. “Thank you for today.”

Lou Qingshuang gave a brief “mm” and left, walking particularly fast. Her gland felt as if something was wrong.

A moment later, the door to Liu Yu’s home opened. The bodyguards and doctors standing outside saw Lou Qingshuang emerge and breathed a collective sigh of relief. They swarmed around her. “Thank you, Ms. Lou. How is the Chairman?”

“No major problems. She’s asleep,” Lou Qingshuang said, waving them off as she headed toward her own home, clutching her soaked robe in one hand.

As soon as she got home, Lou Qingshuang rinsed her mouth and showered, cleaning herself thoroughly from head to toe before she finally felt relaxed.

She looked in the mirror and saw that her gland was completely full and plump, but the pheromones inside weren’t her own. When she touched it with her finger, it felt cool and slightly painful. She really needed to go to the hospital to get it checked.

Early the next morning, Lou Qingshuang was once again the only one in the elevator. She felt very pleasant; no one was staring at her.