I Fall Every Time I Meet an Alpha [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 48

After seeing Meng Yuqing off, Zhong Xiaoxiao closed the door and finally relaxed. She felt utterly exhausted.

Having gone through such an emotionally turbulent day, her mental energy was completely drained. Unable to bear it any longer, Zhong Xiaoxiao went straight to her room to lie down.

The moment she lay down, the world seemed to spin around her. Why did the Heat period have to be so uncomfortable?

Grumbling to herself, Zhong Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

She didn’t know how long she had been sleeping when she felt someone moving her. Though conscious now, she kept her eyes closed.

A dry yet warm hand reached out to caress her face—tenderly, lovingly, cautiously, as if afraid to wake her. No one else would do this except her mother. Who would have thought the usually rough-and-tumble mother could have such a gentle moment?

Why wasn’t she waking her up? Zhong Xiaoxiao wondered, then let out a soft moan, pretending to have just woken up. The hand on her face immediately withdrew as if startled.

Seeing Zhong Xiaoxiao awake, Zhong Yuanyuan couldn’t help but speak up, unusually soft-spoken for once, “Xiaoxiao, dinner’s ready. Get up and eat.”

“Mmm~” Zhong Xiaoxiao arched her back slightly, stretching her arms out from under the covers in a comfortable stretch.

At the dinner table.

Zhong Yuanyuan kept glancing at Zhong Xiaoxiao, hesitating to speak. Noticing her mother’s lingering gaze and silence, Zhong Xiaoxiao finally asked, “Mom, what do you want to say?”

“Xiaoxiao,” Zhong Yuanyuan seized the opportunity to speak, “You need to be extra careful during your Heat period, understand? Once school starts, come straight home—no detours. I’ll take you to and from school.”

“Mom, that’s not necessary. I can manage on my own.” Zhong Xiaoxiao didn’t want to trouble her. Having worked before, she knew how exhausting jobs could be. If she were still a child, it’d be different, but at her age, she didn’t want to be a burden.

“Manage what? You can’t manage this,” Zhong Yuanyuan insisted stubbornly. “I’ll drive you. I… I can drive a car, though it’s been a while. Might be a bit rusty at first…” She started confidently but trailed off uncertainly. She usually commuted by electric scooter and rarely drove the car, which had been gathering dust.

“Mom, I’ve already asked for leave from school. I’ll stay home until my Heat period is over,” Zhong Xiaoxiao reassured her.

“Oh, then… then tomorrow I’ll take leave to bring you to the hospital for a check-up.”

Huh? A hospital visit? Zhong Xiaoxiao’s face clearly showed her reluctance.

Zhong Yuanyuan noticed and insisted, “Just a check-up. It’ll put my mind at ease.”

“Fine~” Zhong Xiaoxiao agreed half-heartedly.

To her, the Heat period was just like having her period. Who went to the hospital for that? The idea was almost laughable.

Come to think of it, it was strange—she’d been in this world for over two months now but hadn’t gotten her period. Did periods not exist in this novel?

The thought of not having to deal with periods actually pleased her. Periods were such a hindrance to women’s progress.

After dinner, back in her room, she noticed an unread message on her phone. From an unknown number.

[Are you feeling better now?]

Zhong Xiaoxiao knew it must be someone she knew but couldn’t immediately tell who. Meng Yuzhou? Meng Yuqing? A classmate? All seemed possible. She saw these people daily but had never thought to save their numbers.

[Sorry, who is this?]

Zhong Xiaoxiao had no choice but to reply with a message asking for clarification.

[Are you free to take a call?] The other person sent another message.

Ah! At the sight of the message, Zhong Xiaoxiao inexplicably grew nervous. They were going to call! And she still didn’t know who it was!

Panicked, Zhong Xiaoxiao glanced up at her bedroom door before hurriedly getting up to lock it. Then she walked out to the balcony, acting as if she were sneaking around.

When the call came through, Zhong Xiaoxiao’s heart pounded wildly. She answered with feigned nonchalance, “Hello?”

“Hello.” The moment the voice came through, Zhong Xiaoxiao immediately recognized who it was.

Meng Yuzhou!

“Oh, it’s you,” Zhong Xiaoxiao said, her eyes darting to the door again, worried her mom might be eavesdropping on her conversation with an Alpha.

“How are you feeling? Still unwell?” His gentle tone through the phone gave her goosebumps. She had never heard Meng Yuzhou speak to her like this—so tender, dripping with warmth!

“I-I’m fine now. Much better,” Zhong Xiaoxiao whispered. Then she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, right, could you help me ask for a few days off? I… I’m still adjusting…”

“Of course,” Meng Yuzhou agreed. “Just rest well at home. I’ll handle the leave for you—no problem.”

“Mm, thanks.” Zhong Xiaoxiao secretly sighed in relief at the thought of skipping school. She had long wanted to stay home, and now she had the perfect excuse to laze around—she wasn’t about to waste it.

“You’re welcome,” Meng Yuzhou replied.

A brief silence fell between them. Zhong Xiaoxiao had no idea what else to say.

“So… was there anything else?” she forced herself to ask, cringing at her own voice. Why did she sound like that? Ugh! As if she were acting coy.

“Nothing else. Get some rest early.”

“Okay.”

As soon as she hung up and exhaled in relief, another call came in. Who now?!

“Hello?” The moment she answered, Zhong Xiaoxiao switched back to her sweet, gentle voice.

“Hi there,” Meng Yuqing said, barely suppressing a laugh.

“Meng Yuqing?” What was with this sibling duo? Taking turns to call her?

“It’s me, sweetheart~”

“……” Chills. Absolute chills.

“Got something to say? If not, I’m hanging up.” Unlike with Meng Yuzhou, Zhong Xiaoxiao didn’t bother being polite with Meng Yuqing.

“Hey, no need to rush. What’s the hurry?”

“Then spit it out already. My mom might barge in any second.”

“How are you feeling?” Meng Yuqing asked, feigning concern.

“Better,” Zhong Xiaoxiao muttered.

“Can you come to school tomorrow?” Meng Yuqing pressed. “Want me to arrange a private ride for you?”

“No need. I took leave,” Zhong Xiaoxiao said. “Thanks, but I got a few days off.”

“Oh.” Meng Yuqing didn’t push further.

“Anything else?” Zhong Xiaoxiao’s eyes flicked to the door again. Standing on the balcony was freezing—she’d much rather be curled up in bed.

“Where are you? Why’s there so much wind?” Meng Yuqing asked, hearing the gusts on her end.

“Where else? The balcony,” Zhong Xiaoxiao said before sneezing and sniffling.

“Get inside before you catch a cold.”

“I’m worried my mom will hear.”

“Then I’ll hang up.”

“Mm, go ahead.”

Zhong Xiaoxiao finally lay down after the call was hung up.

The gust of wind had left her dizzy again upon returning indoors. She was in her heat period, a time when her body was particularly weak, and by midnight, she had developed a fever.

Her entire body burned like a furnace, only to be followed by chills as if she’d been thrown into an ice cellar. The alternating waves of heat and cold were unbearable—she felt like dying. Zhong Xiaoxiao wanted to call for help but couldn’t even muster the strength to lift her hand and reach for her phone. All she could do was lie there in agony.

Her door was also locked from the inside, so even if her mother wanted to come in, she couldn’t.

Ugh, why did I have to lock the door?

Her mind foggy, Zhong Xiaoxiao thought, This is it. I’m going to burn to death. No one will even know I died here.

Meng Yuqing was awakened in the middle of the night by the system: The female lead has a fever.

Meng Yuqing: Is it serious?

System 666: If it keeps up, she might suffer brain damage.

Meng Yuqing: Take me to check on her.

System 666: Mm.

The system retrieved a glowing gun from its spatial storage and fired it forward. There was no sound, but the space in front rippled before tearing open a large hole, its edges shimmering with an eerie blue light.

Beyond the hole lay Zhong Xiaoxiao, sprawled on her bed.

The system had connected the two spaces, allowing Meng Yuqing to walk directly from her own room into Zhong Xiaoxiao’s.

Zhong Xiaoxiao whimpered in discomfort on the bed. Meng Yuqing approached and pressed a hand to her forehead—it was scalding.

Meng Yuqing turned to the system: Get me some fever medicine.

The system retrieved the medicine from its spatial storage and handed it to her. Meng Yuqing poured a glass of water, helped Zhong Xiaoxiao sit up, and tried to feed her the medicine.

Zhong Xiaoxiao was too delirious to react. She vaguely sensed someone moving her, but her brain had stopped functioning—she couldn’t think at all, her senses dulled.

The water she was given simply spilled out. Seeing this, Meng Yuqing said to the system: Can’t blame me for this.

Before the system could process what she meant by “Can’t blame me for this,” it watched as Meng Yuqing took a sip of water and then pressed her lips to Zhong Xiaoxiao’s, feeding it to her mouth-to-mouth.

System 666: … (She did that on purpose. Absolutely on purpose!)

The system couldn’t bear to watch and turned away. I should’ve just given the female lead an injection. Why bother with medicine? Meng Yuqing, that bastard, was getting more and more shameless. The female lead won’t remember anything—it’ll be like a dream to her. Probably won’t affect her… The system consoled itself.

Meng Yuqing savored the warmth of Zhong Xiaoxiao’s mouth as she used her tongue to push the capsule in. She lingered, tempted to melt into the other’s embrace.

But with the system watching, she didn’t dare go too far.

After administering the medicine, Meng Yuqing wiped the dampened bedsheet with a tissue.

The system’s medicine was effective—soon enough, Zhong Xiaoxiao’s fever subsided.

Seeing that the crisis was averted, the system urged Meng Yuqing: We can leave now. The female lead’s fever has broken.

Meng Yuqing sighed reluctantly: Fine, let’s go.

She cast one last longing glance at Zhong Xiaoxiao before stepping back through the hole into her own room. The moment she crossed, the spatial rift vanished.

Zhong Xiaoxiao’s eyes fluttered open as she regained consciousness, feeling strangely refreshed. The unbearable discomfort had suddenly disappeared. She touched her forehead—no fever.

She didn’t dwell on it, assuming it was just another fluctuation from her heat period. She’d experienced similar episodes during the day.

To avoid the risk of burning up unnoticed in her locked room again, she got up and unlocked the door.

When she returned, she noticed some damp stains on the quilt.

What was this?

Zhong Xiaoxiao was stunned. A whole patch was wet—either drool or urine… Almost as if possessed, she leaned in to sniff it, but there was no particular smell.

Could it be drool?

Oh god, how disgusting. The thought that it was her own drool, and so much of it, left her with mixed feelings.

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