My Ex’s White Moonlight Omega Has a Crush on Me - Chapter 32.2

From the tone, she was certain that Miss Fu’s tail was already wagging up to the sky.

After basking in the sun on the balcony, her bones felt lazy.

Remembering Ji Tanyue’s instructions, Chao Wan went to her room to fetch the new script.

She went through it from beginning to end.

The second version of the script was even more thrilling than she had imagined.

Of course, she often saw Ji Tanyue revising it in her spare time. Even though she was only playing a supporting role, the woman meticulously wrote character profiles for every character she had scenes with.

But as she read the script, her thoughts began to drift.

Chao Wan noticed that in the second version, she not only had more screen time, but all of it was shared with Han Yun.

It seemed the shadow had become the princess’s… confidante behind the curtains?

She also discovered a note written in elegant handwriting…

“Here, teach her how to kiss.”

Her cheeks burning, Chao Wan closed the script, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and buried herself.

It’s for the plot… just for the plot.

That’s all.

Five minutes later, she remembered there was a surveillance camera in the room. She had to crawl out, her face still flushed, and retrieve the script.

Hoping that Ji Tanyue was still engrossed in the script reading and hadn’t noticed her, Chao Wan cleared her throat lightly, sat properly at the desk, and began to study the new script.

The entire afternoon and evening passed.

After hastily eating something, Chao Wan closed her eyes, visualizing the scenes in her mind, and then practiced in front of the mirror.

As the night deepened, her eyelids grew heavy.

The hall clock pointed to the Roman numeral twelve.

Chao Wan rubbed her eyes.

But she still hadn’t heard the sound of the facial recognition unlocking the door, nor had Ji Tanyue returned.

Feeling inexplicably unsettled, she hurried downstairs barefoot without putting on her slippers and waited on the first floor.

The hour hand moved slowly, ticking past two small marks.

2 a.m.

Chao Wan leaned against the entrance, pressing her ear to the door, trying to hear any sound from outside.

Nothing. It was quiet.

Disappointed, she went back upstairs to the bedroom.

Only then did she notice that Ji Tanyue had sent her a message.

[I won’t be back today. Go to bed early.]

Sent at 12:15 a.m., just when Chao Wan had gone downstairs to wait.

[Okay.]

Chao Wan replied, her eyes downcast.

She silently turned off all the lights, washed up, and lay down on the soft bed.

It was strange. Having slept in Ji Tanyue’s room so often lately, Chao Wan now felt somewhat unfamiliar with her own bed.

Even though, before, she had desperately wanted to escape that woman’s bedroom.

Turning her head, she saw the streetlights outside shining all night. The cold light seeped through the curtains, creating an illusion of chill, like the biting wind of early spring.

But it didn’t matter. It was autumn now, so it was supposed to be cold.

In the previous few days, the nights had always been warm, filled with the fluttering scent of flowers, making it hard for Chao Wan to adjust.

But tonight, she was alone.

…

After that, for two consecutive days, no one else visited the villa except for the person who delivered meals on time.

Even the chat history with Y remained frozen at Chao Wan’s single “Okay.”

Ji Tanyue didn’t remind her to sleep early every day, nor did she inform her whether she would return each night.

Was she too busy, or did she feel…? it wasn’t necessary to do so for a canary?

Chao Wan pursed her lips and continued reading the script as usual.

But the stark black-and-white words no longer registered in her mind.

Night fell. After dinner, the clock hovered around midnight.

Chao Wan washed up and went to bed.

But that night, she was trapped in a nightmare.

The air seemed to ripple with a rich, gentle floral scent of pheromones, so close, yet separated by an insurmountable chasm.

Her body felt damp, and the heat inside her surged uncontrollably.

Chao Wan sat up, her cheeks flushed pink, her gaze dazed.

Had Ji Tanyue returned?

Unable to distinguish dream from reality, she stepped barefoot onto the floor and groped her way out of the room in the dark.

The door was securely locked, and the villa remained silent. Apart from her, there was no one else there.

Ji Tanyue hadn’t returned.

A wave of inexplicable grievance washed over her, and tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

Clad in thin pajamas, Chao Wan crouched by the door, curling into herself.

The overwhelming heat inside her surged uncontrollably, while the air around her felt chillingly cold. It was unbearable.

Even though that person hadn’t returned, the floral scent belonging to her in the air grew increasingly intense.

Images of her intimate moments with the woman replayed in her mind.

The soft whispers brushing past her ears, their hair entwined, and the marks left on the nape of her neck.

Chao Wan raised her hand to touch it.

Like the person who wasn’t there that night, the bite marks had already faded away without a trace.

A faint trace of pheromones drifted from Ji Tanyue’s bedroom, as if the floral scent emanated from there.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, she quietly made her way to the opposite room and gently turned the doorknob.

The room was empty, tidied up, cold and pristine.

On the windowsill, a pot of trimmed tuberoses bathed in the moonlight, their petals dewy and translucent, exceptionally pure and flawless.

Yet they emitted the very floral scent that enchanted Chao Wan, even addicted her.

Tuberoses released an alluring fragrance at night, no less captivating than perfume, dangerous and enchanting.

Chao Wan rushed to the cold marble windowsill, inhaling deeply.

But she soon realized it was futile; her body only grew hotter.

This was merely the ordinary scent of tuberoses, not Ji Tanyue’s pheromones at all.

Her eyes tinged red, Chao Wan pressed her cheek against the cold window frame, feeling miserable and her consciousness growing hazy.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

Calculating the days, from her rebirth until now, today seemed to be her… heat cycle.

Her vision turned feverish and blurred, while a chilling silence enveloped her. Caught between the two extremes, Chao Wan felt the nape of her neck throb restlessly.

Unable to bear it any longer, she stumbled to the large wardrobe and pulled the door open.

Ji Tanyue’s clothes carried the faint scent of her pheromones, subtle, but enough to make Chao Wan lose herself.

Her mind blank, Chao Wan crawled into the wardrobe, curling into a ball, burying her face in the soft fabric, and breathing in deeply.

It felt as comforting as being held in the woman’s embrace.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

The curtains faintly revealed the dawn light, and as the air stirred, the tuberose pheromones gradually weakened until they vanished entirely.

The heat surged once more.

Chao Wan trembled, weeping silently, her eyes rubbed red, her entire body weak and limp.

Her phone vibrated in her arms. the alarm she had set for six o’clock.

Ji Tanyue still hadn’t returned.