Honey, Open The Door. I Want To Give You The Room Key - Chapter 51.2

Liu Yu’s sanity had also crumbled. She picked Lou Qingshuang up, holding her entire body in her arms, letting Lou Qingshuang wrap her legs around her waist, and carried her away.

The hot water stopped, and the mist dissipated.

The entire house was now occupied by Liu Yu’s pheromones.

The pressure of an S-class Alpha resonated through the room, forbidding anyone from entering.

Before Lou Qingshuang was dragged into the heat by Liu Yu, she sent a message to Shang Qing.

[Liu Yu’s gland has collapsed.]

[Follow the previous method to guide her pheromones to merge with yours.]

In this world, the best way to treat a glandular collapse was for the pheromones of a 100% matched Alpha and Omega to intertwine and soothe each other.

Lou Qingshuang glanced at the message, then at Liu Yu, whose eyes were crimson, as she was placed onto the bed.

The vivid scent of roses filled the entire room.

The soaked white nightgown fell to the floor. Lou Qingshuang was gently laid upon the soft mattress.

Looking at Liu Yu’s bloodshot eyes, Lou Qingshuang covered them; she didn’t want to see a Liu Yu who had lost her reason.

“A sleepless night,” Lou Qingshuang thought, looking at the warm yellow light on the ceiling, her heart feeling lonely.

Liu Yu lay on top of Lou Qingshuang, enveloping her completely. She had little sanity left, yet she did not make any further moves.

Of the two, one was unwilling to settle for just a body, while the other didn’t know how to face her own heart.

Lou Qingshuang couldn’t get over the hurdle in her heart. Even though she and Liu Yu had entered into the most intimate of relationships, it felt as if she hadn’t escaped that vortex.

Liu Yu knew the knot in Lou Qingshuang’s heart, but she couldn’t untie it.

The two drew close to each other only to push each other away. They were clearly intimate, yet their hearts were not joined.

The Lou Qingshuang of the past had been generous, confident, and decisive, but at some unknown point, she had become hesitant and retreating when facing her feelings.

Liu Yu held Lou Qingshuang’s back. The two of them were pressed together under a thin quilt, yet Liu Yu’s hand remained properly entwined within Lou Qingshuang’s fingers.

Lou Qingshuang turned over and proactively kissed Liu Yu’s lips. Such sentimental brooding was meaningless now.

She parted Liu Yu’s lips, drawing her into her own rhythm.

Liu Yu’s eyes widened as she looked at Lou Qingshuang, pulling her tightly into her own body. “I can learn to love you,” Liu Yu said, her voice stumbling, causing Lou Qingshuang to pause for a moment.

She looked into Liu Yu’s earnest eyes. “I don’t know how to love someone, but I’m willing to try to love you.” Liu Yu looked back into Lou Qingshuang’s eyes and held her tight.

“My mother upended the entire Liu family and her own life for the sake of love. I don’t like love, but I’m willing to try with you.” Liu Yu pressed her forehead against Lou Qingshuang’s, her gaze sincere and burning; these were the most honest words she could speak.

Lou Qingshuang looked at her gently. “So, you rejected me that time because your heart lost control?” Lou Qingshuang raised a finger and pointed at Liu Yu’s heart as she asked.

Liu Yu gazed at Lou Qingshuang. “Yes. At that time, you made me want to let you go. You were just like me at fifteen; I couldn’t bear it.”

“I once stood in the hospital emergency room and watched with my own eyes as she stopped breathing, watched as the light in her eyes slowly vanished, filled with regret.” Liu Yu recalled herself in that hospital room, only able to watch as her mother passed away.

Watching her mother leave her, the white hospital room felt pale and powerless.

Her heart had died along with her mother in that moment, leaving only a heart for revenge.

Lou Qingshuang turned her body and raised her hand to caress Liu Yu’s cheek. “You wanted to let me go, and you also wanted to let go of that version of yourself?”

“I thought there should be at least one person whose mother was still alive.” Liu Yu lifted her eyelids to look at Lou Qingshuang; that had been her only thought at the time.

Looking into Liu Yu’s eyes, Lou Qingshuang realized she had never proactively tried to understand Liu Yu; it had always been Liu Yu understanding her.

Their bodies were pressed together, Liu Yu’s burning skin touching Lou Qingshuang’s. Her fingers traced Liu Yu’s face as their breaths intertwined. The back of Lou Qingshuang’s neck grew hot; she gripped Liu Yu’s jaw and kissed her lips.

Intense pheromones erupted from her gland, the rose fragrance responding to Liu Yu.

Lou Qingshuang flipped over to lie on top of Liu Yu, her smooth skin eliciting a shiver throughout her body. She bit down on Liu Yu’s jaw.

Liu Yu let her bite, simply protecting her in her arms.

Outside, a storm raged, the shadows of the trees swaying and overlapping, intensely passionate.

“No deep marking,” a sigh echoed in the night.

The next morning, Liu Yu woke up slowly in the sunlight, holding someone in her arms.

She looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside. The air conditioning in the room was still running silently.

Liu Yu’s head felt a bit foggy. She felt soft all over, unable to even lift her arms. Glancing at the time, she saw it was already four in the afternoon.

her swollen pheromone gland had already subsided. Pheromones could now be sent and received normally; it was slightly better than before.

At least she wouldn’t lose control easily during her heat.

Liu Yu tightened her arms. Looking at the sweet, quiet face of Lou Qingshuang, she couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her cheek.

The corners of Lou Qingshuang’s eyes were still red. In her sleep, she reached out and pushed Liu Yu away. “Stop it.” Lou Qingshuang turned over to hide from the annoying Liu Yu.

Her bare arm pulled the quilt over her, burying herself beneath it.

Seeing this, Liu Yu couldn’t help but laugh. she looked at the faint red mark on Lou Qingshuang’s gland beneath her hair, the trace of the marking from the night before.

Liu Yu took out her phone and ordered food to be delivered. She stood up and put on Lou Qingshuang’s silk robe. It didn’t fit quite right, leaving her long legs exposed.

Lou Qingshuang was fast asleep against the pillow, completely unaware of Liu Yu’s movements.

Liu Yu unhurriedly tied a bow on the robe and slowly walked out of the bathroom, which was still filled with pheromones.

The pheromones now lay settled, submissive, and satiated in the air.

By the time Lou Qingshuang woke up, Liu Yu had changed into her own well-fitting robe. The silver silk moved like flowing water as she walked. Liu Yu’s long hair draped over her shoulders, revealing her long, elegant neck, which still bore purple marks.

Her curly hair hung lazily on her shoulders. Liu Yu walked toward Lou Qingshuang with a smile on her face. “Just in time for dinner.”

The corners of Lou Qingshuang’s eyes still held a lingering charm. She paused in the living room; it had been a long time since she had seen Liu Yu dressed like this.

As Liu Yu walked, her long legs were occasionally visible beneath the robe. Her expression was relaxed, and her eyes, usually cool and rational, held a gentle smile.

Having been temporarily marked several times the night before, Lou Qingshuang felt a peak of dependency on Liu Yu. She opened her arms and hugged her. “I’m a bit tired.”

Liu Yu raised her hand and stroked Lou Qingshuang’s long hair. “I’ll give you a massage after we eat.”

“Okay.” Lou Qingshuang couldn’t help but lean into Liu Yu, couldn’t help but love her.

Under the influence of pheromones, existing emotions are magnified.

Liu Yu was very happy; this meant that after their conversation, Lou Qingshuang had at least let go of some of her grievances.

Liu Yu recalled what Lou Qingshuang had said the night before: “I won’t hand over my reason and my love to pheromones.”

Liu Yu understood the subtext. The love Lou Qingshuang needed was never found in pheromones; she needed Liu Yu’s heart.

Liu Yu held the person she had finally been able to draw close to again. She stroked Lou Qingshuang’s silky hair. This time, she would hold Lou Qingshuang’s hand tightly and never lose her again.