One Year After Her Sister-In-Law Was Widowed - Chapter 16

In the Xiao family, there were two daughters, and they were worlds apart.

The eldest daughter, Xiao Mingyi, was flamboyant and unbridled. She was never stingy with her talent or her charm; she always spent several times less time than ordinary people to learn anything and spent several times more time than ordinary people changing bed partners.

The younger daughter, Xiao Shuangyu, was dull and uninteresting. Her only sense of presence was being “Xiao Mingyi’s younger sister.”

Ah, now she was “the deceased Xiao Mingyi’s younger sister.”

No one knew what she was thinking, and no one knew what she wanted. Consequently, no one knew that the things she wanted, she could never obtain.

The Xiao Shuangyu who could not obtain what she wanted was always looking up, always watching: her sister’s dolls, her sister’s trophies, her sister’s high-spiritedness, and her sister’s… wife.

A Xiao Shuangyu like this was, naturally, a fool.

The first time they kissed, she almost smothered herself to death. After her clothes were removed, she could only daze. When her hand was pulled and pressed against a heart, her stiff hand remained motionless.

But if a pair of lips were brought close to her, she would lick and kiss very earnestly.

Ji Zhuozhou tilted her head toward her heart.

On that face, which was now flushed crimson, a palm print was clearly preserved. She looked dazed and pitiful, yet she obediently leaned into kiss, to suck, and to swirl.

Amidst the gentle contact of teeth, Xiao Shuangyu learned how to bite.

Then she discovered that Ji Zhuozhou’s reaction was intensifying.

Her stiff hand slowly rose, clumsily rubbing the other side as if it were a kiss, pinching as if it were a light bite.

Ji Zhuozhou’s breathing grew ragged.

A slender, white hand pressed against her shoulder, and a soft voice spoke with pants, “Don’t bite.”

Click.

Xiao Shuangyu obediently let go. She froze for a moment and then leaned forward again, licking carefully.

The hand wrapped around her neck lost some strength and became somewhat restless, pulling her closer.

She lifted her head and looked over with some confusion, just in time to see Ji Zhuozhou’s state of passion.

Those emerald-green eyes, like gemstones, were narrowed in a daze; her cheeks were flushed with a drunken red, and her beautiful lips were slightly parted. She was so stunning it made one lose their senses.

Xiao Shuangyu’s mind went blank, yet she couldn’t help but be transfixed, staring infatuatedly.

Fingernails like tender scallion shoots, stained with a pale pink, slid down to brush against her hand, leading her to move slowly, all the way down.

“Touch it here, like this.”

The soft, warm voice fell by her ear like a feather, landing on the tip of her heart, causing waves of tremors.

A bit of moisture, soft and warm.

Ji Zhuozhou was trembling; the hand gripping her fingertips was almost powerless.

Suddenly, Ji Zhuozhou stiffened her body, releasing both her hand and her neck, collapsing to her side.

Xiao Shuangyu froze in place. Her heart was beating—beating in her eardrums, beating in her eyes, beating in the back of her neck.

As if with a “pop,” pheromones suddenly seeped out from the alpha’s gland at the back of her neck.

It was only D-grade; the amount was very small, and the scent was very light, like a mixture of sweet apple fragrance and the slight bitterness of herbs.

Ji Zhuozhou easily identified it, speaking amidst her subsiding breaths, “Chamomile.”

Xiao Shuangyu did not respond. She unconsciously leaned toward Ji Zhuozhou, drawing close to Ji Zhuozhou’s neck to sniff deeply.

This was the primitive impulse of mutual attraction between an Alpha and an Omega. Xiao Shuangyu didn’t know it; she just inexplicably wanted to smell Ji Zhuozhou’s scent, wanted to bite into the back of Ji Zhuozhou’s neck, wanted to pierce that tiny gland.

Ji Zhuozhou pushed her chin away. “You can’t.”

Xiao Shuangyu blinked. Being rejected made her somewhat dissatisfied, so she simply rested her chin on Ji Zhuozhou’s hand, silently confronting her, remaining motionless.

In the periphery of her vision, the photo frame on the bedside table was facing the two of them squarely. The black-and-white smile had long been frozen, unchanging.

Xiao Shuangyu couldn’t quite describe her feelings.

It felt very good.

In “front” of Xiao Mingyi, on the wedding bed of Xiao Mingyi and Ji Zhuozhou, Ji Zhuozhou was kissing her and making love to her. Her pheromones permeated the space that originally belonged to them.

She was very jealous.

Everything Ji Zhuozhou had led her through, that woman might have already done a thousand times over including the pheromones that Ji Zhuozhou had withheld and not revealed in the slightest.

Perhaps… they had already performed a complete mark.

Ji Zhuozhou already completely belonged to Xiao Mingyi.

Xiao Shuangyu successfully made herself unhappy. Ji Zhuozhou, at the center of her gaze, failed to notice, only speaking softly with stabilized breathing, “Be good, time to sleep.”

She lowered her gaze, removed her face from Ji Zhuozhou’s hand, and then looked down, staring at those deep green eyes and speaking in a muffled voice, “Who is sleeping?”

At the same time, her outstretched hand precisely knocked down the photo on the bedside table. The low click was drowned out by her somber tone, failing to attract the slightest bit of attention.

The bit of alcohol in Xiao Shuangyu’s system had already dissipated, but the smell of wine had not completely vanished.

Ji Zhuozhou looked at her, her voice very light and her tone very soft. “Lianlian sleeps, I sleep too.”

Not Xiao Mingyi—it was Lianlian.

It was her.

Xiao Shuangyu’s mood brightened again.

She immediately lay down beside Ji Zhuozhou, her black-and-white eyes wide open, staring straight at Ji Zhuozhou.

Ji Zhuozhou couldn’t help but turn on her side. “Why are you looking at me?”

It was fine if Ji Zhuozhou didn’t look at her, but the moment she did, Xiao Shuangyu’s gaze instantly fled in panic, passing over the snow-white skin and ambiguous marks, huddling into the folds of the bedsheets.

“I… I’ll stay with you.”

Because Ji Zhuozhou had not refuted her earlier, she became more certain of her guess; she still felt that Ji Zhuozhou could not sleep at night.

Because of loneliness, because of solitude, because of sadness—no matter what the reason was, she lay beside Ji Zhuozhou, seriously wanting to accompany her and digest all the bad emotions.

The depths of Ji Zhuozhou’s eyes grew very deep. She knew what Xiao Shuangyu was saying. She didn’t refute it, only watching her act obedient and cramped. “Aren’t you going to wash up first?”

Xiao Shuangyu suddenly pulled her hands to her chest as if carefully hiding them. She shook her head rapidly and said in an extremely soft voice, “No need.”

She didn’t want to wash away Ji Zhuozhou’s scent so quickly, even if Ji Zhuozhou was right beside her.

Ji Zhuozhou had intended to rinse off, but seeing her like this, she also gave up the idea. She simply wiped herself down, put on her pajamas, and then asked, “What about the pheromones?”

Xiao Shuangyu’s face flushed a few shades darker. She wanted to look but didn’t dare, hiding her eyes and peeking from the corner of her vision.

Hearing this, she was somewhat dazed and reached up to touch the back of her neck. When she had felt unhappy, the pheromones had already stopped secreting. Right now, the gland at the back of her neck was intact.

That wasn’t a rut; it was just a bit of aphrodisiac that naturally overflowed when the passion was deep. Although it wasn’t very common, it could be controlled.

She didn’t know about these things, so she just shook her head and answered truthfully, “They’re gone now.”

The faint pheromones in the air had also mostly dispersed. Ji Zhuozhou’s voice sounded again, “Okay, I’m closing my eyes. Go to sleep quickly.”

Xiao Shuangyu nodded slightly and didn’t speak, afraid of disturbing Ji Zhuozhou’s drowsiness.

She lifted her head again, her pitch-black eyes staring intently at Ji Zhuozhou’s sleeping face. A dark thought suddenly sprouted from the bottom of her heart.

After a long time, Ji Zhuozhou’s breathing became even.

Today, Ji Zhuozhou didn’t hold her, Xiao Shuangyu thought with some regret.

She lowered her head, brought her hand to her mouth, and poked out the tip of her tongue to lick it carefully.

The thought in her heart expanded rapidly, pitch-black and viscous as if it were physical, instantly drowning her.

It just so happened that the next day was the weekend, and neither of them had set an alarm, intending to sleep until they woke up naturally.

They woke up naturally very early.

When Ji Zhuozhou opened her eyes, she saw Xiao Shuangyu’s pair of pitch-black pupils staring straight at her, as if she hadn’t slept all night.

Xiao Shuangyu panickedly denied this guess.

She had indeed slept, but she woke up very quickly.

She got up with Ji Zhuozhou, washed up with her, and ate breakfast with her.

The thoughts in her heart were swelling and urgent, but as daylight rose, it seemed as if everything from last night no longer existed. She didn’t know how to speak.

This breakfast was not silent, yet it was clearly heavy with thought.

Her bulging cheeks subsided; she swallowed the last bite and took a careful peek at Ji Zhuozhou sitting opposite her, speaking tentatively, “Last night…”

Ji Zhuozhou had already finished eating first. She sat quietly across from her. Suddenly hearing her mention last night, she also couldn’t help but fall silent, lowering her crow-feather lashes. “Sorry, I crossed the line.”

Xiao Shuangyu’s heart trembled violently, and she spoke in a panic, “No… no, it’s not that.”

Ji Zhuozhou looked up at her, carrying faint confusion.

Xiao Shuangyu blinked, her voice turning dark. “I won’t say anything, and I won’t pester you.”

Her excessively black eyes looked at Ji Zhuozhou, almost in a gaze. “Need me.”

“Need me again. When you can’t sleep, when you’re bored, when you’re lonely, during your heat, when you miss my sister, anytime is fine, for however long is fine. Need me.”

The thoughts that had circled for half the night took root and sprouted, finally at this moment, carrying countless murky tentacles, viscously coiling toward Ji Zhuozhou.

Every pore on her body was twisting and shouting—an unreasonable request and extravagant hope.

Even if she was always mistaken for someone else, even if it was just to alleviate loneliness, even if there was only a tiny bit of gaze falling on her.

She wanted it.

She wanted Ji Zhuozhou.

Very much, very, very, very much.

Specifically wanted her.

Opposite her, those gem-like, transparent green eyes quietly watched her eyes.

Suddenly, she leaned back a few inches.

As if it were exactly as expected.