The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 20

“Qianqian, what were you thinking? You clearly didn’t come to practice dancing with me today during Senior Xi’s speech.” After the dinner ended, Su Fang pulled Ji Qianqian aside and voiced her doubts.

“Fang Fang, Auntie Wan. I mean, Senior Xi’s lecture was too professional. I was afraid I wouldn’t understand and would get exposed if she questioned me. It wouldn’t be good if she knew I wasn’t listening seriously.” Ji Qianqian laughed it off and hooked her arm around Su Fang’s.

She casually changed the subject. “That Zhang Jie who bullied you in the restroom last time—she hasn’t bothered you again, has she?”

Su Fang shook her head, her attention successfully diverted by Ji Qianqian.

Ji Qianqian’s heart was secretly pounding. She wondered if she was being too sensitive this time. She had attended Xi Zhaowan’s lecture sitting in the back, she had witnessed the entire interaction process.

She vaguely suspected that the person Xi Zhaowan mentioned admiring and caring for was Yan Qing.

The scenes of Xi Zhaowan driving Yan Qing to the school gate and bringing her homemade soup kept swirling in her mind.

Add to that Yan Qing’s exceptional coldness toward her lately… she wondered if Yan Qing had a change of heart. That wouldn’t do, Yan Qing could only be her “lickspittle” (devoted follower). She hadn’t completely made her surrender before casting her aside yet, how could Yan Qing seek a new flame?

Even if that person was Xi Zhaowan, whom she had admired since childhood, it was still unacceptable.

She knew there was no blood relation between the two.

However, Yan Qing had been extremely dependent on Xi Zhaowan since childhood, it was only natural for their feelings to undergo a qualitative change.

Ji Qianqian’s keen Omega sixth sense told her so.

“Did something… happen between Qinghe and Auntie Wan?” She had thought so initially, but tonight’s probing made her uncertain again.

She had intentionally scratched her suppression patch open a bit earlier. When she leaned in to speak to Xi Zhaowan, Xi Zhaowan would definitely have smelled the scent belonging to Yan Qing the scent of a mark within her pheromones.

But from the looks of it, Xi Zhaowan only froze for less than a second before quickly and calmly accepting the reality, continuing her meal and paying the bill without changing her expression.

Based on Xi Zhaowan’s reaction, Ji Qianqian guessed perhaps Xi Zhaowan didn’t like Yan Qing, because she appeared far too calm.

It looked like the brief surprise of an elder learning that juniors were together, which then instantly returned to normal.

Was Xi Zhaowan calm?

Only she knew that her bitter heart was still on a roller coaster amidst stormy waves until the seawater returned to dark stillness under the night sky, everything only appeared peaceful.

Her eyes, clear as autumn water, were clouded with an unbreakable frost.

The culprit was the young woman standing right here, occupying her entire heart.

After getting out of the car, Yan Qing remained by Xi Zhaowan’s side, neither too far nor too close, speaking softly. The moonlight was gentle. Yan Qing thought about how she had spoken more with Ji Qianqian and Su Fang during dinner while barely saying a word to Xi Zhaowan. Their first meal out together had made her seem quite cold, so on the way back, she was mindfully attending to Xi Zhaowan’s emotions.

They were so close. With the girl’s 177cm height, if she turned her head just a bit more, her lips could touch the jade-white curve of Xi Zhaowan’s ear.

Her beautiful features were veiled in an ethereal glow under the moonlight.

Fragrant, warm breath carried the girl’s crisp voice to Xi Zhaowan’s ear.

Watching the girl’s lips move slightly, opening and closing incessantly, Xi Zhaowan’s heart grew increasingly restless. The moment she thought about Yan Qing having completely marked Ji Qianqian…

She felt a surge of resentment.

The woman’s slender high heels clicked decisively on the garden path, leaving the girl behind.

“Sister Wan, regarding the development of the new R7 suppressor you discussed in the lecture, I’m curious about what you said…”

Before Yan Qing could finish, she realized Xi Zhaowan had already bypassed her question and was walking ahead on her own.

She was being ignored.

A night breeze blew past, slipping down her neck. Yan Qing subconsciously shivered. She felt that Xi Zhaowan was somewhat cold tonight and seemed to be in a bad mood.

After returning home, Yan Qing brewed a cup of black tea and brought it to Xi Zhaowan.

“Sister Wan must be tired after a whole lecture today.”

Yan Qing, the Sect Master, didn’t realize at all that her actions seemed a bit subservient.

The woman gazed deeply at Yan Qing, the steam from the tea rising between them.

For a moment, Xi Zhaowan couldn’t see Yan Qing’s face clearly. She couldn’t see through this child she had raised since she was little.

Even less could she see through herself, this self-indulgent heart that felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

She felt a bit ridiculous. At her age, she had developed improper worldly feelings for a seventeen-year-old child she had watched grow up, someone who was still a student.

She had spent these years focused on her studies and scientific research. She found the pursuits of others especially the possessiveness and passion of Alphas to be boring.

Therefore, she had never liked anyone. She originally thought that in this life, she would pursue science and her career, and after achieving her goals with the help of the Yan family, she would stop and spend the rest of her life alone.

This goal was related to the Yan family, yet she had developed feelings for someone from that very family.

She could be her aunt, her sister, her teacher, or her friend… anything more than that became a delusional dream.

Even the way she had secretly convinced herself to let go in the lecture hall today was laughable, her “letting go” seemed to be predicated on the idea that if she liked Yan Qing, she would surely get a response.

“Yes, I’m a bit tired. I’ll go shower first.” Xi Zhaowan snapped back to reality and didn’t take the tea. “Qing’er, you should get some rest early, too.”

Her tone was as soft and gentle as ever, and even her concern was familiar, yet Yan Qing keenly felt that Xi Zhaowan was different from usual.

Yan Qing felt a pang of regret that her cultivation hadn’t reached the fourth stage, the Heart Light Stage. The Heart Light Stage would allow her to hear the other person’s thoughts and inner voice.

Xi Zhaowan closed her eyes, feeling a sudden bout of dizziness as her pheromones began to leak uncontrollably.

As she turned, she heard the girl’s panicked cry: “Careful!” She fell into the girl’s embrace, her waist held by those long, strong hands.

“You seem to be having a feverish heat,” Yan Qing’s face was filled with worry. “Do you have a suppressor?”

Xi Zhaowan’s body went limp. She wanted to push her away but couldn’t. The girl’s anxious face was right before her eyes. Xi Zhaowan was suffering and lacked the strength to speak loudly, so she could only manage a faint “mm” with her breath.

She hooked her arms around the girl’s neck and closed her eyes helplessly. “Go to my room.”

“Okay!” Yan Qing picked up the woman in her arms with practiced ease. Memories of the first treatment flooded her mind, the same feather-light weight, the same fragrant scent. She exhaled, her mind returning to clarity.

After an injection of the suppressor, Yan Qing felt Xi Zhaowan’s symptoms subside in her arms. Gradually feeling relieved, she wanted to carry the woman to the bed to lie down for a while.

But the other woman’s slender hands gripped Yan Qing’s clothes tightly. “No… it’s not just the heat.”

“How do you feel now?” Yan Qing’s arm was being gripped hard enough to hurt. She felt uneasy surely the toxins from last time hadn’t resurfaced?

“Very… cold.”

The delicate body in her arms shivered slightly. Yan Qing was pulled close and held tightly like a bolster.

“Qing’er, you don’t… need to worry about me.” Xi Zhaowan regained a bit of consciousness. Seeing the girl’s restless eyes full of worry, she said, “Leave quickly.”

Leave my room. Don’t come close to her, touch her, or embrace her! Even in the name of treatment.

But the usually obedient girl didn’t listen to her. She was held tightly as the girl used her own body to provide warmth.

Her icy hands were caught in the girl’s warm palms, wrapped over and over, and brought to the other’s lips to be warmed by her breath.

Xi Zhaowan felt both miserable and terrified; longing and resistance swirled around her together.

This time, Yan Qing didn’t immediately put Xi Zhaowan into a bathtub of hot water. Due to Xi Zhaowan’s “Innate Spirit Foundation” constitution, during their previous shared bath, Xi Zhaowan’s spirit foundation had been established when Yan Qing transferred her spiritual energy.

In a haze of semi-consciousness, Xi Zhaowan felt herself being carried to the bed. Realizing her hands were still hooked around the other’s neck like a physical memory, she felt reluctant to let go.

Her pretty face flushed.

She pulled her hands away as if avoiding a venomous snake.

Leave quickly, leave quickly, Qing’er. Don’t see her losing all her elegance. Don’t see her lingering with reluctance.

She felt her own feelings were utterly loathsome.

Toward a child she had raised like a niece, what a shameless, filthy desire.

The agonizing toxins that felt like an unavoidable thunderbolt were like a punishment from the heavens, Xi Zhaowan thought masochistically.

“I’m not leaving, Sister Wan.” Yan Qing didn’t care. Her eyes were clear, and she circulated the spiritual energy within her. A certain aura of immortal purity made her as holy as snow, untouched by romantic thoughts.

However, the other person was Xi Zhaowan. That suppressed yet charming appearance, those eyes like autumn water filled with a moving vulnerability…

When she heard Yan Qing insist on staying, what kind of look was in Xi Zhaowan’s eyes?

She bit her lip, her disheveled state hiding a charm that broke through all her reserve.

She didn’t realize she was being unconsciously alluring.

Yan Qing’s pristine heart tightened like a coiled spring the moment Xi Zhaowan’s jade hand slid down her neck and accidentally brushed against her scent gland.

Thump… thump-thump! Thump-thump-thump!

Yan Qing heard the irregular beating of her own heart. I must be too nervous, she sighed to herself. Even though they had done this once before, was she afraid the treatment wouldn’t work this time and would instead harm Xi Zhaowan?

That must be why her heart was racing likely out of fear and tension.

In their current position, Xi Zhaowan was lying on the bed. Yan Qing had initially maintained a half-embrace, but that wasn’t working. Although this time didn’t require the help of hot water, the spreading toxins were problematic. She tried placing her hand against Xi Zhaowan’s back and circulating energy for a while, but Xi Zhaowan’s symptoms didn’t improve.

She was getting anxious. Had the toxins already spread to other parts of the body?

“Sister Wan, let’s try the treatment method from last time, okay?” Yan Qing asked softly.

Xi Zhaowan struggled for a moment and was about to shake her head in refusal when the girl’s forehead pressed against hers without allowing for an argument.

“Your body is feverish, yet your forehead temperature is fine. This alternating cold and heat has been going on for a long time.” It couldn’t continue.

Yan Qing firmly helped Xi Zhaowan up. “Sister Wan, I know you’re afraid my treatment will be ineffective, but if we don’t try, how will we know?”

“I trust you.” Xi Zhaowan longingly brushed Yan Qing’s pretty cheek before letting her hand fall away.

She trusted Qing’er as long as it was her, she could do anything.

She wasn’t afraid of the treatment being ineffective, she was only afraid of falling deeper and deeper. Xi Zhaowan sighed inwardly. Let this be the last time. In the name of treatment, I’ll be close to her one last time.

Having made up her mind, Xi Zhaowan’s fallen hand reached out again to grasp Yan Qing’s. Their jade-white hands interlaced, fingers clutched tight.

“I trust Qing’er.”

Whatever Qing’er does to me is fine… tonight… everything is okay.

She wanted to be healed, and then she would let her go.

Supported by the girl, she leaned against her. Warm hands were pressed against her back, and a peaceful, restorative current flowed into her heart.

Yan Qing felt Xi Zhaowan’s forehead temperature drop, but her body remained persistently cold.

She experimented and found that every time her spiritual energy reached Xi Zhaowan’s Sacral Chakra (Umbilical Center), it hit a blockage. She guessed the toxins were trapped there.

In that case… she could only try this. The girl bit her lip.

She carefully leaned Xi Zhaowan against the headboard, a white duvet covering half of her.

The pain didn’t diminish Xi Zhaowan’s beauty. Her usual high-browed composure had faded, and her vulnerability had stripped away the veil. Her moving features were even more strikingly pale against the frost-like skin.