Reborn as the Heartless Alpha - Chapter 20

After speaking, Zhou Zhou lowered her head. Uttering those words had drained too much of her courage.

She knew the gap between herself and Miss Song was vast, so vast that even entertaining such thoughts filled her with shame.

Song Yi stood stunned for a long moment before finally turning around to open the bedroom door for Zhou Zhou. “Then this one it is.”

“Mm.” Zhou Zhou responded softly. Miss Song didn’t seem to have noticed anything, but her face still burned with embarrassment. She bent down to pick up her travel bag, which had been placed by the wall, using the motion to hide her fluster.

This time, the bag was just outside the door, so it wouldn’t take much effort to carry inside. Song Yi let Zhou Zhou handle it herself and didn’t offer to help again.

While Zhou Zhou went in to put down her bag, Song Yi waited outside the door, turning her back as she mulled over finding a locksmith the next day to install an electronic lock on Zhou Zhou’s room. The passcode would be set by Zhou Zhou alone, Song Yi wouldn’t have access to it. That way, Zhou Zhou might feel a little more secure.

“Miss Song?”

Zhou Zhou stepped into the room but didn’t pay much attention to how nice her new space was. She only noticed the absence of footsteps behind her Miss Song hadn’t followed her in. So she casually placed her travel bag by the bed and turned to leave.

“I’ve put it away. I’ll go prepare dinner now.” With that, Zhou Zhou walked past Miss Song and headed downstairs first. Earlier, Miss Song had mentioned making dinner together, but how could Zhou Zhou possibly let her do something like that?

By the time Song Yi snapped out of her thoughts, Zhou Zhou was already out of sight. The bedroom door remained open unprotected against her.

Zhou Zhou trusted her, but Song Yi didn’t entirely trust herself. She had restrained herself a few times before, but what if she lost control in the future? Or worse, what if the original scumbag Alpha returned, driven by instinct? Zhou Zhou wouldn’t stand a chance.

The matter of the electronic lock couldn’t wait.

Song Yi immediately contacted a locksmith through an app, scheduling the installation for noon the next day, before heading downstairs to find Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou was fretting in the kitchen.

She realized that aside from wontons, she didn’t have much else to offer in terms of cooking skills. As the newly appointed villa housekeeper, hiring a temporary cook on such short notice wasn’t practical. She surveyed the ample fresh ingredients in the fridge, along with the leftover wontons she had set aside that morning, just enough for one person. She had left them for Miss Song as breakfast for the next day.

Zhou Zhou didn’t care whether she ate dinner herself, but serving Miss Song only wontons felt far too shabby.

“Thinking about what to make?”

The sudden voice behind her made Zhou Zhou flinch.

Song Yi had come downstairs and, seeing Zhou Zhou standing frozen with the fridge door open, walked over without hesitation. She hadn’t expected her words to startle Zhou Zhou so much.

It seemed Zhou Zhou was even more insecure than she had imagined.

“Miss Song!” Zhou Zhou turned around, her face flushed with embarrassment, and forced herself to ask, “Is there anything you’d like to eat?”

Song Yi glanced into the fridge, her gaze sweeping over its contents before settling on the small half-pack of wontons tucked in the corner.

“I’d like wontons. I didn’t get enough this morning.”

“Alright.”

Zhou Zhou took out the remaining wontons, secretly relieved.

“It seems a little skimpy.”

Song Yi leaned in, her warm breath brushing against the pale skin of Zhou Zhou’s neck. The sensation made Zhou Zhou shiver, and she instinctively hunched lower.

“If Miss Song thinks it’s not enough, I can make more. It’ll just take a little longer.”

“That’s fine.” Song Yi agreed casually.

Zhou Zhou, trying to maintain distance, bent her body like a drawn bow, an awkward and tiring posture to hold.

“Miss Song, I’ll get it done as quickly as possible. Why don’t you go rest in the living room?” Zhou Zhou said somewhat awkwardly.

Song Yi straightened up and stepped away from Zhou Zhou, walking over to the water purifier to fill a glass with water.

Zhou Zhou finally had the chance to straighten her back, rolling her neck slightly before immediately reaching for the high-gluten flour and rolling pin to make dumpling wrappers.

Song Yi knew nothing about cooking, so she didn’t interfere directly. Instead, she leaned against the frosted glass door of the kitchen, sipping her water as she watched Zhou Zhou knead the white flour with just the right amount of water, shaping it deftly under her hands.

Seeing Zhou Zhou slow down a little as she worked the dough, Song Yi set her glass down by the sink, rolled up her shirt sleeves, washed her hands, and walked over to stand beside her.

Hearing footsteps, Zhou Zhou tried to speed up her slowed movements, thinking to herself that Miss Song must be really hungry. Her hands, dusted with flour, worked even harder.

Suddenly, Miss Song leaned in close.

“Let me take over.”

“No need, it’s almost done.”

Zhou Zhou turned her head and instantly held her breath.

Too close.

Miss Song was standing way too close.

Her nose was almost brushing against Miss Song’s cheek. She froze like a robot, not daring to move a muscle.

Song Yi casually turned her face away and pointed at the water purifier. “Tired? Go grab some water. The cups are in the cabinet below.”

Zhou Zhou practically fled to the purifier, grabbing a frosted glass with floral vine patterns to fill with water.

Song Yi shook her head with a smile. She must have been really thirsty Song Yi had only said it offhandedly to give Zhou Zhou a brief break.

Now that her goal was achieved, Song Yi turned her attention back to the dough on the wooden board, mimicking Zhou Zhou’s earlier motions.

Zhou Zhou, mid-sip, was stunned to see Miss Song taking over her task.

She quickly set the glass down and hurried back to her rightful post.

Noticing Zhou Zhou’s return, Song Yi glanced at her with a smile. “Kneading dough is so relaxing, Zhou Zhou. Don’t take this from me.”

Zhou Zhou didn’t know what to say Miss Song always managed to surprise her.

“Alright,” Zhou Zhou replied sweetly, a faint dimple appearing at the corner of her lips. “Just a couple more minutes and it should be ready.”

Song Yi continued kneading, bending slightly over the dough. After a few presses, she couldn’t help but compliment, “Zhou Zhou, you look really pretty when you smile.” Especially with that dimple like a cup of sweet wine that perfumed the air.

The moment she said it, Song Yi regretted it a little, worried Zhou Zhou might misunderstand her intentions.

But then a soft, sweet voice responded from beside her, “Thank you.”

No wariness at all.

Song Yi exhaled slowly, relieved.

Once the dough was ready, Song Yi, unsure of the next step, handed the reins back to Zhou Zhou.

She intended to watch and learn, but Zhou Zhou suddenly called out to her.

“Miss Song, your face.” Zhou Zhou tapped her own cheek. “There’s flour on it.”

Song Yi looked at her flour-covered hands and tried rubbing her cheek with her elbow. Zhou Zhou shook her head, it hadn’t worked.

So, Song Yi leaned down naturally, bringing her face close to Zhou Zhou’s. With a smile, she said, “Zhou Zhou, help me out?”

Zhou Zhou couldn’t refuse. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised it, not daring to meet Song Yi’s gaze.

Noticing Zhou Zhou’s reaction, Song Yi thought she might be nervous, so she closed her eyes, hoping it would help her relax.

With her vision blocked, her other senses sharpened especially touch.

A warm little hand gently wiped the flour from her face, trailing down her cheek. Song Yi couldn’t help but feel ticklish, yet she kept her eyes closed and played along.

Until the warm fingertip lightly brushed against her lips, Song Yi’s eyes flew open.

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