The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 2

Yan Qing looked into the mirror at home. The face reflected in the smooth, clean surface was somewhat similar to her original face, yet not entirely.

It possessed a pale, sickly, yet undeveloped beauty of a young girl, carrying a nascent handsomeness.

Yan Qing narrowed her eyes slightly. Having been repeatedly molested by people of the same gender, even after cultivating the Path of Emotion and achieving tranquility regarding the seven passions and six desires, she felt a mixture of complex emotions.

This complicated expression on a high school girl’s face was a bit comical. Yan Qing touched the corner of her lips while looking at the mirror, forcefully washing her face and simultaneously receiving the original body’s memories.

After her spiritual energy scattered and her meridians were damaged, she had also suffered internal injuries. Yet, upon transmigrating into this body, she felt the same sensation. The only explanation was that, benefiting from her original soul’s strength, she managed to engrave the memories and habits of cultivation into the spiritual consciousness of the seven channels and eight chakras.

She raised her hand to lift her clothes and inspect this unfamiliar body from top to bottom. She was still slightly uncomfortable. For a moment, a storm of emotions churned in her heart. While accepting the original owner’s memories, she still hadn’t deeply grasped the understanding of the six genders.

The name of this body was Yan Qinghe. Coincidentally, her former name was “Yan Qing,” the same as her own.

“Yan Qinghe” was the name the original owner changed to after entering high school. The original owner’s family sometimes habitually called Yan Qinghe “Qing’er.”

Some friends who knew the original owner from childhood still habitually called her Yan Qing.

This works too, Yan Qing thought.

Her phone chimed. She clumsily opened it, her finger sliding across the screen.

“Qinghe little sister, why has your pheromone scent changed?” It was a message from Ji Qianqian.

“None of your business.”

In less than a minute, another message notification popped up.

“Does your mouth still hurt? That seems to be my business, oh.” It was accompanied by an emoji of a little soft rabbit winking.

“…”

“Mine hurts so much, it’s all because of your biting~” Ji Qianqian didn’t know what was wrong with her today; she just couldn’t resist teasing Yan Qinghe. She was currently lying on the guest room bed where Yan Qinghe had slept, her knee-length skirt covering her slender waist and her snowy white legs kicking playfully.

On the reflecting screen of the chat page, a sly, almost chali (tea-like, meaning calculating/flirtatious) smirk curved on her rosy lips.

It was likely because Yan Qinghe seemed a little different after waking up at her house. After Ji Qianqian secretly kissed her, this little sister, a family friend who habitually licked her boots, showed no sign of happiness and actually scolded her in a pedantic, old-fashioned tone.

What “presumptuous”… “Don’t be rude”… “Outrageous!”

Vaguely, she even heard a sentence, What did you do to this Venerable One?

Could it be that the academically poor Yan Qinghe played too much of the ‘Jianghu Journey’ game during the summer vacation instead of studying? Ji Qianqian mused inwardly.

She opened the rankings and, sure enough, Yan Qinghe was first in online time and last in game ranking, yet she secretly kryptonited (spent money) to send her a few skins. Little lickspittle!

But the lickspittle was ignoring her now; she waited for half an hour with no reply.

Miss Ji refused to give up, enduring her own unbearable chali tone to send one more line: “That was my first kiss, you know?”

Ugh, she was throwing away all her dignity just to flirt with Yan Qinghe. She didn’t care anymore.

She wasn’t a masochist, not the type to get more perverse when Yan Qinghe ignored her.

But her actions perfectly illustrated what it meant to be shamelessly bold.

Yan Qing was speechless. What was Ji Qianqian up to? What happened to the promised scum woman persona who was supposed to be cold and indifferent to the original owner, only calling her when needed?

Is she really just a high school girl in an ABO world? The huge age difference made her momentarily doubt their communication, forgetting that in the long lived world of cultivation, her 100 years of age would only just be considered adulthood.

“Miss Ji, you are too rude!” She typed it out, deleting every word, and tried to use a modern way of expression.

“Miss Ji, what is constantly on your mind?”

“Can you come to school with me tomorrow? Didn’t you say last time you wanted to ride in my driver’s car?” Ji Qianqian’s train of thought was unsurpassed in its swift leaps.

Yan Qing didn’t reply and put the phone aside. She surveyed the original owner’s room, which was spacious and bright. The fact that the original owner’s family was traveling abroad gave her a chance to breathe, not having to face people she was still unfamiliar with so soon.

She instructed the electronic housekeeper to prepare the bath and other equipment. With a “beep” sound, she lit the incense, entered the bathing cabin, and took off her clothes. Yan Qinghe sat in the cultivation lotus position in the bathing cabin.

Warm, purified water gently enveloped her snowy white body. Behind her slender neck was the fragile scent gland. The faint, almost nonexistent pheromones, like the cold chill of pine and snow-covered spiritual energy, drifted in the water.

She frowned. The spiritual energy was still uncontrolled. She tried to circulate the greater and lesser cosmic circuits, but as soon as she drew a breath, she felt her meridians blocked. Going deeper, even breathing pulled at her chest, causing a dull pain.

In a trance, Ji Qianqian’s face flashed through her dizzy mind, as if carrying the original owner’s memories. The faint, barely perceptible pheromones diffused out of the bathing cabin, filling the entire bathroom with the original owner’s scent of Kaffir lime mixed with green lemon.

Yan Qing didn’t think too much. Perhaps it was the original owner’s reflexive memory. She formed a hand seal, trying to suppress the unrestrained pheromones.

She wished to return to her previous body, not like this. Enveloped in her own pheromones, and in the sheer awkwardness of her soul trapped in an unfamiliar body, Yan Qing sighed slightly, struggling to accept the understanding of genders beyond the common.

Two similarly distinctive villas, two girls of different styles, were doing different things.

Yan Qing, after showering, sat upright on the clean white bedding, legs crossed in meditation, her beautiful face serious as she circulated her energy.

Ji Qianqian, her snowy, exquisite, almost seductive face, was buried in the pillow Yan Qing had slept on.

After realizing what kind of obsessive behavior she was indulging in, her face flushed slightly. She lifted her small face a little shyly, then hugged the pillow and refused to let go.

Ah, damn it, when did that lickspittle’s pheromones start smelling so good!

This is outrageous, that’s what she should be saying to Yan Qinghe!

Hangyu High School was a key high school for the children of the elite in H City.

On the first day of school, Yan Qing put on her school uniform according to the original owner’s memory. The golden collar trim and blue-black sleeves were exquisitely tailored, making Yan Qing’s 177cm height appear even more statuesque.

The developing body of the girl had long legs leading up to a slender, competent waist, yet there was a slightly incongruous frailty. This frailty was unrelated to her graceful, tall posture.

Her complexion, since returning from the Ji family’s house, had become paler due to the dispersion of spiritual energy and damage to her spiritual consciousness, like a snow lotus struck by frost though still proudly poised, not losing an iota of its handsomeness, it was white upon whiteness.

This somewhat matched her inherent temperament. Between her brows lay a solemn, detached indifference towards the world and this strange reality. Yet, beneath her dark eyebrows, a pair of amorous phoenix eyes, if she smiled, held an indescribable universal love and affection.

When she narrowed her eyes, it seemed even the rats hiding beneath the sewer wanted to leap out to see the sun, just to gain her notice and touch, wanting to be seen and noticed by her gaze.

When she raised an eyebrow and frowned, the authority of a high-ranking sect master or master teacher arose. This combined with her youthful, girlish face, the layered incongruity shrouded her in a veil, making her enchantingly mysterious, like viewing flowers through a fog.

Due to her long term practice and cultivation in her previous life, Yan Qing’s shoulders were straight as a pine tree, revealing her long, jade-white neck. This was partly thanks to the handsome features identical to the original owner.

But the temperament that Yan Qing brought over seemed to inject the original body with a unique, indescribable quality.

Beneath the old-fashioned demeanor was an almost immortal, transcendent detachment.

Within the transcendent detachment, contained the gentle compassion of the Path of Emotion.

Yan Qing refused Ji Qianqian’s invitation to ride with her. Because of the original owner’s diary, she was extremely disgusted by Ji Qianqian’s scum behavior.

Combining the original owner’s memories and diary, the “genius girl” Yan Qing had already grasped a clear understanding of the original owner’s family relations, modern knowledge and culture, and Ji Qianqian’s “virtues.”

In the original owner’s writing, Ji Qianqian had N number of bootlickers at Hangyu High School and countless admirers. Yet, Ji Qianqian remained aloof, neither rejecting nor accepting anyone a master fish keeper, a verified expert in being a ‘Sea King.’

But since she had transmigrated, she naturally wouldn’t continue the original owner’s lickspittle behavior. She only wanted to quickly repair her meridians, circulate her spiritual energy, comprehend the final layer of the Path of Emotion, and strive to find a way back to the Guangling Continent. The Qingyun Sect was waiting for her return, her Senior Master, Senior Brothers, and tens of thousands of disciples were all waiting for her.

An extended Lamborghini drove past her, then slowly reversed.

Ji Qianqian rolled down the car window, a surprised look in her beautiful eyes. “Qinghe little sister, why didn’t you wait for me?”

Yan Qing didn’t even lift her eyelids. She preferred to walk and exercise her body rather than share a ride with Ji Qianqian.

“I’ll just walk. It’s a good way to exercise.” Upholding good manners, she still replied politely, but what she got in return was the other’s teasing.

“Mm, little sister Qinghe’s little frame does need a good workout.” Ji Qianqian glanced at her pale complexion, assessing her with a playful look.

Seeing Yan Qing ignore her, Ji Qianqian gave up the invitation, got out of the car, and walked with her.

“Meow!” A sudden, startled cry of a night cat, as if its tail had been stepped on, came from the roadside.

This attracted Yan Qing’s attention. She crouched down and picked up the gray cat at her feet. The cat looked sickly and uncomfortable all over, somewhat resembling her own state of damaged spiritual power after transmigrating.

Thinking this, Yan Qing’s heart softened.

The cat’s small leg was slightly scraped, as if it had been accidentally brushed by that familiar Lamborghini just now.

Ji Qianqian felt a rare wave of guilt. Miss Ji bit her lip, trying to touch the kitten. The cat arched its back and meowed fretfully, forcing her to reluctantly stop.

Yan Qing sighed softly. Adhering to the cultivated virtue of “caring for all people and creatures,” she mobilized her limited spiritual energy. She didn’t want to form a hand seal for fear of Ji Qianqian finding it too strange.

She simply extended her fair index finger and touched the little gray cat’s forehead, gradually infusing a trickle of vital energy. The surge of qi felt warmer and more comfortable than a simple stroke. The gray cat sighed contentedly and nestled in Yan Qinghe’s arms.

Ji Qianqian stared, dumbfounded.

It was eight in the morning. The rising sun, piercing through the white clouds, cast the first ray of morning light onto Yan Qinghe’s beautiful face, reflecting off her ink-black, waterfall-like hair. Her pupils, a light brown, gazed at the kitten with focused tenderness and affection.

Ji Qianqian wrinkled her delicate little nose and took a deep breath. It was that continuous, crisp scent of pine and snow, mixed with the ancient elegance of incense. Amidst the captivating, sacred whiteness, it transformed into a gentle hand, soothing the inner anxiety.

The side of Yan Qing gazing at the kitten was a side she had never seen.

The slow, methodical way she touched it with her finger, and the scent that emanated from her, was an aroma she had never smelled before.

This scent calmed her. While it recalled some unpleasant memories for Ji Qianqian, it also made her feel secure several times.

She glanced at the little sick cat’s contented, relaxed face and suddenly felt a little jealous, biting her charming red lips.

Yan Qing had looked at the kitten more times this morning than she had looked at her.

It seemed she was inferior to this little sick cat in Yan Qing’s arms.

When a bootlicker suddenly stops licking, the change is palpable, short of a cold glare.

For the first time in her life, Miss Ji developed a foggy curiosity about Yan Qing.

At this moment, she did not know that, solely because of this curiosity, her future self would gradually plunge into an unpredictable state of confusion.