The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 12

Yan Xia lay on the bed with her eyes closed for a while before she heard the sound of light footsteps gradually approaching the bedside.

The mattress sank deeply beside her, accompanied by a breeze carrying the scent of sea salt that drifted gently past the tip of her nose.

As Shang Wandong lay down, she inevitably brushed against Yan Xia’s body. Warm toes grazed her calf, stirring a ripple of itchy sensation.

Yan Xia curled her legs slightly and continued to feign sleep.

For the time being, she intended to do nothing. Being too hasty might provoke resentment from Shang Wandong.

Click.

The bedside nightlight was turned off, plunging the room into silence. In the darkness, scattered fragments of moonlight fell upon the floor through the curtains.

Yan Xia usually slept very soundly, but perhaps because she had changed beds, she had a long-overdue nightmare. She felt as if she were trapped at the bottom of a pit, pressed down by a suffocating, airtight boulder, and she suddenly jolted awake.

When she opened her eyes, the surroundings were still shrouded in a hazy darkness; dawn had not yet broken. For a fleeting moment, Yan Xia thought she had returned to the dormitory.

She blinked, gradually adjusting to the dark. As she moved slightly, she realized something felt off.

Yan Xia looked down and discovered the cause of her nightmare.

An arm was draped across her waist, holding her tightly.

Behind her, a warm body held her in an embrace, wrapping around her so snugly that not even a draft could get through.

The two had been sleeping in this posture for an unknown amount of time it was quite strange.

Yan Xia could hear Shang Wandong’s breathing; in sleep, it was as light as falling snow, barely audible.

A complex expression immediately surfaced on Yan Xia’s face.

Could Shang Wandong be doing this on purpose?

Or did she naturally have a habit of hugging something while sleeping?

Yan Xia had no time to ponder such things now; the discomfort in her lower abdomen was becoming increasingly apparent. She reached out, intending to move Shang Wandong’s hand off her body.

But as soon as she moved, Shang Wandong moved with her.

She seemed to have woken up; she let out a yawn and casually pulled Yan Xia back into her arms.

A voice whispered softly in Yan Xia’s ear, laced with the drowsiness of being half-asleep: “…Where are you going?”

Her breath fell against Yan Xia’s ear, hot and tingling.

Yan Xia instantly ceased her struggling and whispered back, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Shang Wandong gave a muddled “mm,” buried her fuzzy head against the back of Yan Xia’s neck and rubbed against it, her nose twitching slightly.

She said lingeringly, “…Then come back soon.”

Yan Xia: “…Let go of me.”

Shang Wandong slowly released her hand, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Covering the back of her neck, Yan Xia slipped off the bed quietly and quickly, ducking into the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror, looking dazed. Her entire face, including her neck, had turned completely red.

Although an Alpha’s gland wasn’t as sensitive as an Omega’s, it was still an extremely private area. Being touched there at such close range inevitably caused a bit of a reaction.

Was Shang Wandong so out of it from sleep that she was huffing her like a cat?

After using the bathroom with a complicated feeling, Yan Xia took a moment to calm down before returning to the room.

When she light-footedly lifted the covers and climbed back into bed, a hand reached out from the side again, unerringly crossing her waist and pulling her into an embrace with great assertiveness.

Shang Wandong’s breath fell on her shoulder as she asked lazily, “…Why did you take so long?”

It’s your fault!

Yan Xia sighed: “It’s nothing. Let’s sleep.”

Shang Wandong gave a soft “mm.” Her warm feet reached over, familiarly sandwiching Yan Xia’s feet.

With her eyes half-squinted and full of sleepiness, she said: “So cold, I’ll warm them for you.”

Yan Xia’s heart stirred, and she didn’t try to move Shang Wandong’s hand away again.

Her cold feet were gradually being warmed, making her feel momentarily at a loss.

Closing her eyes with a curious state of mind, she soon fell into a sweet, dark dreamland.

When she opened her eyes again, sunlight was filtering through the curtains. Shang Wandong, who had been beside her, was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Xia sat dazed for a moment, then got out of bed with her hair looking like a bird’s nest and rushed into the bathroom.

The bathroom door was open; Shang Wandong was washing up in front of the mirror.

Yan Xia felt inexplicably relieved.

Hearing the door turn, Shang Wandong’s gaze fell upon Yan Xia through the mirror.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” Yan Xia yawned. “What time is it?”

“Just turned six,” Shang Wandong said, wiping her face with a towel. “I was just about to finish brushing my teeth and wake you up.”

She was already dressed in her school uniform, her buttons fastened meticulously to the very top. Stray droplets of water slid down her cheeks, and her gaze was calm and detached none of the clingy demeanor from last night remained.

Yan Xia leaned against the door watching her and suddenly said, “Sister, do you have a habit of sleeping with a plushie?”

Shang Wandong’s hand paused.

Yan Xia added fuel to the fire: “You squeezed me so hard last night I had a nightmare.”

Shang Wandong’s composed mask nearly cracked. She fell silent for a moment before saying, “I used to.”

“You don’t now?” Yan Xia’s eyes curved, her gaze full of mischief. “Where did your plushie go?”

Shang Wandong lowered her eyes and said almost inaudibly, “…I don’t remember.”

She looked at Yan Xia: “You should head back.”

“Issuing an eviction notice so soon?” Yan Xia smiled and didn’t tease her further. “Then I’ll go back to my room to wash up first. See you later.”

In the early morning, Jiang He walked into the classroom with light steps.

Approaching the seat, she saw Yan Xia dictating classical Chinese prose from memory.

Yan Xia had been holding her Chinese textbook and memorizing for several days. Since entering the science and engineering track in university in her past life, she had been parted from Chinese literature for many years and hadn’t dictated classical prose in a long time.

“Are you really reviewing?” Jiang He glanced at her strangely and sat down beside her. “Don’t bother, you won’t score much anyway.”

If you aren’t going to use that mouth for anything good, you might as well donate it.

Yan Xia took a red pen out of her pencil case: “Did you review then?”

Jiang He puffed out her chest: “Not much, I’m fine.”

Yan Xia glanced at her.

I would have believed you if I didn’t see the faint dark circles under your eyes.

“Xiao Xia, have you been on really good terms with Shang Wandong lately?” Jiang He leaned in again, asking with a smile.

“It’s alright, I guess.” Yan Xia began correcting the typos in her dictation. “Why?”

Jiang He tugged at the hem of her clothes somewhat sheepishly.

“Since you two are on good terms… could, could you introduce her to me?”

Yan Xia’s pen paused, and she looked at her in surprise.

Jiang He blushed: “Oh, why are you looking at me like that?”

Yan Xia raised an eyebrow: “Why do you want to know Shang Wandong?”

“I don’t want to do anything, I just want to be friends with her,” Jiang He said. “You know, she has good grades and she’s pretty… a lot of people want to get on her good side.”

Her eyes lit up, and she said naturally, “After all, if even you can be friends with her, Shang Wandong should be able to accept me too, right?”

Yan Xia: …?

How can someone be so average yet so confident?

Why must you put me down while praising yourself? One should not “step on one to lift the other”!

Yan Xia declined tactfully: “You two aren’t very compatible.”

“I think we’re quite compatible.” Jiang He looked lost in thought. “I heard the Shang family moved to Lucheng from Yungang. My hometown happens to be in Yungang; the two of us should have a lot of topics to talk about.”

Yungang? Yan Xia had heard the name, but the book didn’t seem to describe what kind of place it was.

Yan Xia asked casually, “Really? What kind of place is Yungang? Are there any fun places to go?”

Jiang He’s smile froze.

“Yungang is a very beautiful…”

She suddenly closed her mouth, her expression turning blank. “A very beautiful… pla… ce, there are many…”

Yan Xia was stunned.

She saw Jiang He, as if she had jammed like a broken machine, her eyes losing focus as she mechanically repeated: “Very beautiful very beautiful very beautiful very beautiful very beautiful…”

Everyone around them suddenly stopped what they were doing those eating breakfast, those chatting, those walking around; the entire classroom seemed to have been hit by a pause button, frozen in place without moving.

The silence in the air was somewhat eerie; even the wind had died down.

Yan Xia’s expression changed: “What’s going on?”

The system’s intense alarm sounded in her ears, and the world before her flickered irregularly, like a snowy screen on an old television.

“Apologies, Host. An NPC has encountered a small BUG,” the system said calmly. “It will be repaired immediately.”

With a shiu sound, Jiang He vanished into thin air before her eyes.

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