The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 37.3

Song Qingpei opened her mouth to refuse, but Ming Yu had already turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Standing where she was, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Song Qingpei’s thoughts were in turmoil.

Her mind raced uncontrollably, trying to decipher Ming Yu’s intentions. Why would she suddenly make such an awkward request? It was something a maid could easily handle, and Ming Yu wasn’t exactly the gentle, caring type.

To Song Qingpei, the gesture felt unreasonable.

Was it a simple act of goodwill, or…? No, it couldn’t be hadn’t her heat cycle just ended?

Just then, Ming Yu’s voice came from the bathroom. “The water’s about ready. Come in.”

Gritting her teeth, Song Qingpei finally stood up and groped her way toward the bathroom.

Ming Yu stood at the bathroom door, reaching out to support her arm, and said softly, “Be careful. The floor is a bit slippery.”

Song Qingpei nodded, allowing Ming Yu to guide her into the bathroom.

The water in the bathtub was just the right temperature, steam rising and filling the air with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Ming Yu released her hand and said quietly, “Take off your clothes. I’ll help you into the tub.”

Song Qingpei’s face flushed with embarrassment. “You should step out first. I can manage on my own.”

But Ming Yu didn’t move. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you before. Why so coy?”

Out of a dog’s mouth, no ivory comes, Song Qingpei thought indignantly. It wasn’t about being coy she just wasn’t used to it. But judging by Ming Yu’s tone, there didn’t seem to be any ulterior motives. After all, aside from the instinctual urges during her heat cycle, Ming Yu was just as indifferent as she was. The thought eased Song Qingpei’s tension.

Biting her lip, Song Qingpei gently placed her fingers on the first button of her blouse and undid it.

Her movements were slow, as if giving herself time to adjust to the awkwardness.

As the buttons came undone one by one, her fair skin gradually became visible her collarbone elegantly defined, her shoulders and neck glowing softly under the warm bathroom light.

Ming Yu stood nearby, her gaze involuntarily drawn to Song Qingpei.

Her breath hitched slightly, her throat tightening. She had thought she could remain calm after all, outside of her heat cycle, she was rarely swayed by desire.

But as Song Qingpei’s blouse slipped off, revealing her slender waist and soft curves, Ming Yu found herself unable to look away.

A nameless warmth surged within her, as if something was quietly spiraling out of control. Her fingers tightened unconsciously, tingling at the tips, and her heartbeat quickened.

What’s happening to me? Ming Yu questioned herself.

She wasn’t in heat, so why was she reacting this way?

Reason told her to turn and leave immediately, yet her body seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her eyes lingered on Song Qingpei, as if pulled by some invisible force.

Sensing Ming Yu’s gaze, Song Qingpei paused briefly. Her fingers hesitated at the waistband of her skirt before she finally slipped it off.

The alluring curves swayed before her eyes, causing Ming Yu’s breathing to grow rapid. She felt her body heating up as if a flame were burning inside her, the warmth in her heart surging like a tide, nearly overwhelming her reason.

Ming Yu abruptly turned around, her back facing Song Qingpei, trying to calm her disordered breathing.

Song Qingpei’s spine stiffened. She could feel Ming Yu’s gaze fixed on her, the scorching sensation almost unbearable. Fortunately, that gaze suddenly disappeared perhaps Ming Yu had left.

She groped along the edge of the bathtub, attempting to finish her bath quickly and end this awkwardness.

But because she couldn’t see clearly and the floor was slippery, she nearly stumbled and fell into the bathtub, letting out a startled scream: “Ah!”

Hearing her cry, Ming Yu immediately turned back and rushed over in two steps to steady her.

The naked Song Qingpei fell directly into her arms.

In that instant, Song Qingpei wished she could bury herself in a hole. Her current state seemed as if she were deliberately seducing someone, and even she couldn’t deny it was intentional. The embarrassment was overwhelming.

Ming Yu, feeling the scorching body in her arms, tried hard to keep her voice from trembling: “Be careful, I’ll help you in.”

Song Qingpei, still shaken, nodded and allowed Ming Yu to guide her into the bathtub.

The warm water enveloped her body, slightly relaxing her tense nerves.

Ming Yu crouched by the bathtub and asked softly, “Is the water temperature okay?”

Song Qingpei nodded, her voice barely audible: “Mm, it’s just right.”

Ming Yu said nothing more, silently watching her.

The bathroom was so quiet that only the sound of water remained, the air thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.

With her eyes covered by a silk ribbon, Song Qingpei’s lack of vision made her hearing and sense of touch exceptionally sharp.

She could clearly hear Ming Yu’s breathing, which seemed heavier than usual, and even detect the faint scent of pheromones emanating from her.

This subtle tension made Song Qingpei increasingly uncomfortable. She washed hastily and prepared to get up: “I’m done. Please hand me the bathrobe.”

However, as soon as she moved, Ming Yu’s hand pressed down on her shoulder, pushing her back into the bathtub.

Ming Yu’s voice was low and restrained: “You haven’t rinsed off properly.”

Song Qingpei’s body stiffened slightly as she felt Ming Yu’s fingers scoop up warm water and gently trace her skin, as if genuinely helping her rinse.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and her breathing grew rapid.

The air was filled with the increasingly intense scent of Ming Yu’s pheromones, making Song Qingpei uneasy.

“I’m really done. Please give me the bathrobe,” Song Qingpei tried to push Ming Yu’s hand away.

But Ming Yu didn’t let go. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice tinged with a vague accusation: “Why is it okay with Mengmeng, but not with me?”

Her words were ambiguous, but Song Qingpei understood, feeling even more unable to explain.

It was true that she had previously been unable to resist marking Mengmeng, and yesterday, things had nearly escalated out of control. But with Ming Yu, she had always maintained her rationality and hadn’t truly crossed the line. Now, still unclear about Ming Yu and Mengmeng’s situation, she didn’t know how to answer the question.

Gritting her teeth, she retorted softly, “It’s not okay with anyone. Stop fooling around.”

Ming Yu let out a cold laugh, her tone laced with sarcasm: “Your pheromones weren’t like this last night.”

Song Qingpei fell silent.

She couldn’t deny it last night, under Mengmeng’s provocation, her pheromones had indeed spiraled out of control.

The two stood at an impasse, the tension between them thick enough to wring water from.

Song Qingpei took a deep breath, attempting to adopt the demeanor of a patient: “Ming Yu, that’s enough. I’m still a patient, you know!”

Ming Yu stared at her for a few seconds, her expression finally softening as she took a step back.

But she didn’t let it go. Instead, she abruptly demanded, “Song Qingpei, call me ‘sister.'”

Song Qingpei looked at her in disbelief. “You’re taking advantage of the situation!”

Ming Yu sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. “Do you even realize how long you’ve been taking advantage of me?”

Song Qingpei was left speechless.

It was true, she had exploited Mengmeng’s identity to take liberties with Ming Yu more than once. But asking her to call Ming Yu “sister” now was something she simply couldn’t bring herself to do.

The stalemate continued.

Stripped bare, Song Qingpei felt the heat dissipate, replaced by a creeping chill.

Just then, a sudden knock came from outside the door, followed by Songsong’s voice: “Mommy, Mama, open the door!”

Song Qingpei felt as if she’d been granted a reprieve. She hurriedly urged Ming Yu, “Quick, give me the bathrobe! It wouldn’t be good for Songsong to see this!”

Ming Yu frowned, clearly displeased by Songsong’s untimely interruption, but she relented. Turning around, she picked up the bathrobe and handed it to Song Qingpei.

Song Qingpei swiftly slipped into the robe, tied the belt, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Ming Yu walked to the door and opened it. Songsong immediately rushed in, wrapping her arms around Song Qingpei’s legs. “Mommy, were you taking a bath? I want to take one too!”

Song Qingpei crouched down, gently stroking Songsong’s head, her voice soft. “Be good, Songsong. Mommy’s already finished. How about letting Mama help you wash later, okay?”

Songsong pouted briefly but soon broke into a smile. “Okay! Then Mommy, play with me!”

Song Qingpei nodded, taking Songsong’s hand as they walked out of the bathroom together.

Ming Yu stood to the side, watching Song Qingpei’s retreating figure with a complicated expression.

She knew her earlier behavior had been somewhat out of control and childish, yet an instinctual impulse had made it impossible to restrain herself.

As if this was how things were always meant to be.

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