The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 38

Shang Wandong pursed her lips and did not answer.

The more silent she remained, the more pitiful Yan Xia’s expression became. With her brows drooping and the corners of her mouth turned downward, she looked like a wronged, dejected puppy that might burst into tears at any moment.

Seeing this, Shang Wandong let out an imperceptible sigh.

She said softly, “You may.”

Yan Xia’s eyes suddenly lit up, like countless stars falling into a clear lake, bright and brilliant.

She suddenly rushed forward and hugged Shang Wandong, burying her head on Shang Wandong’s shoulder. “Thank you, Sister, you are so kind!”

Shang Wandong’s body stiffened.

She looked down at the head in her arms; the small whorl of hair was nestled crookedly amidst the thick, seaweed-like black hair, resembling a snow-white vortex.

Lemon-scented pheromones seeped from the porcelain-white nape of the neck, silently soothing her agitated emotions.

Shang Wandong unconsciously softened her voice. “Go to sleep.”

Yan Xia nodded, stood up to put on her shoes, and walked into the bathroom.

A moment later, she came out again, lifted the quilt, and crawled into bed, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

Sensing Shang Wandong’s gaze, Yan Xia only revealed her beautiful eyes to look at her, saying in a muffled voice, “I washed my hands and feet before coming up! My whole body is clean; it isn’t dirty at all!”

That way, your germaphobia won’t flare up!

Shang Wandong shook her head, stood up, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Yan Xia lay in bed and played with her phone for a while until she felt drowsiness approaching.

She forced herself to stay awake, waiting until Shang Wandong finished washing up and lay down in the bed.

The night light at the bedside went out. By the French window, a floor of moonlight spread out, creeping onto the walls and reflecting two shadows leaning very close together.

Shang Wandong’s entire body was enveloped in a chill. When she lifted the quilt, a pair of hands reached out from the side and pulled her over.

Shang Wandong suddenly fell onto the soft pillow, Yan Xia’s warm breath near her ear.

“…Sister, your hands are so cold.”

Shang Wandong asked, “You aren’t asleep yet?”

Yan Xia looked at her, her eyes bright. “I was waiting for you.”

She reached out, wrapping Shang Wandong’s hands within her palms, her fingertips gently interlacing between the fingers.

Shang Wandong struggled slightly. “It will make you cold.”

“It won’t. My whole body is warm right now…” Yan Xia said. “Besides, you helped warm my feet before, so I will help warm your hands.”

Only then did Shang Wandong stop struggling.

With their hands held together, the pheromones on each other’s bodies were clearly discernible.

The scent of the sea breeze was like waves rising and falling under the moonlight, slowly surging around Yan Xia.

Her nose twitched, and she instinctively leaned closer to Shang Wandong.

The temporary marking made her naturally obsessed with the scent of sea salt.

Shang Wandong said blankly, “Yan Xia?”

Yan Xia looked at her with misty eyes.

Shang Wandong slightly tilted her face up; the cold sharpness around her had vanished, becoming soft and obedient. Her ink-black long hair spread across the pillow like a piece of fine silk.

The silver-white moonlight spilled over the windowsill into the dim room, falling into Shang Wandong’s bright dark eyes and onto the porcelain-white skin at her collar.

Yan Xia curled the corners of her mouth and reached out to cover her eyes.

Vision suddenly went dark, as if falling into a pitch-black, lightless deep sea.

“Yan Xia…?”

A soft chuckle came from beside her ear, and warm breath sprayed against the tip of her ear: “Shh.”

Shang Wandong heard her own heartbeat gradually losing control, thumping loudly, drumming against her eardrums.

Having lost her vision, any slight sound of friction became exceptionally clear.

The other’s cool fingertips brushed against her lips, finely stroking the full petals as if meticulously sketching an oil painting.

Her heart rate accelerated, and her breathing grew ragged.

During the period of a temporary mark, the two already depended on and enjoyed each other’s scent and touch, let alone at such a close distance.

The scenery before her flickered blurredly; her long eyelashes were soaked strand by strand by sweat.

She felt her spine turn sour and numb inch by inch.

Suddenly, everything in her field of vision became clear.

Shang Wandong saw Yan Xia slightly tilting her face up, her nose damp with sweat, strands of black hair sticking to her forehead, and the corners of her eyes flushed red beautiful and fragile.

It turned out that Yan Xia had removed the hand from before her eyes.

Yan Xia leaned down, gently kissing Shang Wandong’s forehead, her shapely nose, and finally pressing against her soft lips.

In an instant, rationality collapsed completely.

Shang Wandong suddenly flipped over, her expression fierce, yet she kissed tenderly.

Yan Xia circled her neck, her eyes half-closed, a large flush of crimson blooming on her pale face.

Her other hand gently scratched and pinched the back of the other’s neck, releasing a few pheromones as a comfort.

She lightly pecked and kissed Shang Wandong’s lips.

Having felt what she wanted, Yan Xia slightly curled the corners of her mouth and whispered in the other’s ear, “Sister, your self-control isn’t enough.”

Shang Wandong trembled slightly.

“Shh…”

Yan Xia suddenly held her, pecking and kissing Shang Wandong’s lips, her eyes filled with laughter, looking a bit mischievous.

Shang Wandong took a very light breath, her eyes losing focus, like a small boat floating on the water, swaying and rippling, allowing the other to steer at will.

The sweet fragrance of lemon was like a heavy forest, embracing that wisp of salty sea breeze without any gap.

The night was hazy, the cicadas had stopped, the shadows of the trees danced, and the breeze swayed.

Yan Xia laughed low, murmuring softly, “So good.”

Shang Wandong lowered her eyes, her wet eyelashes fluttering slowly a few times, her slender fingers steadying the other, her eyes dark and deep.

In a trance, she saw flickering, chaotic shadows on the ceiling, like wildly growing tree shadows.

Yan Xia’s smile paused, and she couldn’t help but whisper, “A little lighter.”

The lights outside were out, the moonlight was exquisitely beautiful, and the flickering stars were like countless pairs of eyes, yet they did not dare to watch the two figures embracing inside the room.

In the morning, Yan Xia went downstairs to eat breakfast.

When Yan Siqiu saw her, she said in confusion, “It’s the middle of summer, why are you both wearing long sleeves today?”

Yan Xia looked at Shang Wandong beside the table; she was draped in a thin blue hooded jacket over her short-sleeved school uniform, her collar stood up, and the buttons were meticulously fastened to the very top.

Yan Xia sat down beside her and said vaguely, “The weather forecast said it would cool down today.”

“Oh…” Yan Siqiu realized, then turned to ask Shang Wandong, “Sister Wandong, is your cold better?”

Shang Wandong glanced at Yan Xia and said calmly, “It’s better.”

Yan Siqiu smiled. “That’s good.”

Yan Xia took a bun and nibbled it in small bites, her gaze falling on Shang Wandong.

Looking from this angle, on the slender white side of the other’s neck revealed by the collar, several conspicuous red marks extended to places that could not be seen.

She withdrew her gaze, suddenly feeling a secret thrill.

In places on Shang Wandong’s body that could or could not be seen, there were many other marks, all scratched or bitten by her. How Shang Wandong had been angry, pleading, or frowning and gasping last night those vivid expressions only she could see them.

Yan Xia propped up her cheek, feeling both happy and a bit proud in her heart.

A mechanical voice suddenly appeared by her ear: “Ding-dong, positive points +100! Totaling 1550 points!”

“System? Good morning.”

The system teased, “Host, it seems you two are having a good time.”

Yan Xia answered reservedly, “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

“The relationship line is progressing very smoothly, and the readers are also very satisfied,” the system said happily. “Completing the task is just around the corner!”

Yan Xia’s brow furrowed.

This system’s desire to complete the task was truly too urgent.

Since it seemed so anxious, why didn’t it set a time limit for completion in the first place?

She tested, “Wait, your career ambition is too strong; you mention the task at every turn.”

The system said, “Am I not doing this for your own good! I want you to go home early!”

“Is that so,” Yan Xia said. “Then let me confirm one more time: my task is to reverse the bad ending, help the female lead reach the pinnacle of her life, and pursue Shang Wandong, right?”

“That’s right.” The system asked in confusion, “Is there a problem?”

Yan Xia frowned. “I’ve always been curious: after I complete the task, what will actually happen to this world? Will the original female lead come back?”

“She will.” The system’s mechanical voice had no fluctuation. “Rest assured, Host, this world will continue to operate.”

Yan Xia felt somewhat comforted. “That’s good then.”

The system laughed. “By the way, Host, aren’t you curious about what the first two letters of my numeric ID mean?”

“BH00001? The ID? Bian Huan (Transformation)? Bie Hen (Don’t Hate)? Bian Huai (Turn Bad)?” Yan Xia pondered.

The system said proudly, “It’s Bai He (Yuri/Lesbian), of course!”

Yan Xia: …That really is simple and easy to understand.

“Now that you mention it, are there also Romance 00001 and Danmei 00001?”

The system said, “Currently there aren’t. With the subsequent development of the system, there definitely will be in the future.”

Yan Xia said casually, “Is that so? I look forward to the completion.”

The system suddenly shouted, “Host, Shang Wandong is calling you!”

Yan Xia suddenly snapped back to her senses; Shang Wandong was standing in front of her, holding a tray with one hand, her brows slightly knitted. Not far away, Yan Siqiu had already finished her meal and was bending over to change her shoes.

Shang Wandong tapped the tabletop and said softly, “Let’s go.”

Yan Xia hurried after her, putting her tray in the kitchen.

Ready to go, the two walked out of the villa side by side.

Smelling the faint scent of sea breeze beside her, Yan Xia’s steps were light, and she couldn’t help but tease, “Sister, you held me while sleeping again last night.”

Shang Wandong said in a low voice, “…You started it first.”

Yan Xia followed her lead in lowering her voice, but the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously. “But in the latter half of the night, you were the one holding me first and wouldn’t let go.”

Shang Wandong: “…”

Her lips were pressed into a straight line, and she did not pay attention to Yan Xia.

“Why aren’t you talking?” Yan Xia teased intentionally, making a surprised expression. “Could it be that someone dares to do it but won’t admit it? Hmm?”

Shang Wandong: “It was you… you suddenly acted like that, aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?” She was rarely stuttering, looking down slightly in embarrassment, her clean ear tips faintly turning red.

Yan Xia narrowed her eyes and circled around her, joking, “What? Like what? Why don’t you say it?”

Shang Wandong, annoyed by her fluttering around, glanced at Yan Xia and suddenly grabbed her hand, fixing her in place.

Yan Xia: “?”

In the next second, a warm sensation lightly landed on the corner of her mouth; she was completely stunned.

Shang Wandong pulled back a little distance and looked at her. “Like that.”

Yan Xia was shocked: Good heavens, she’s figured it out; she’s even learned to take the initiative.

“You… what if we were seen?”

Shang Wandong looked calm and said indifferently, “Then I’ll drag you down with me.”

Yan Xia felt it was necessary to mold a correct view of love for her, so she said, “…Sister, this kind of intimate contact is something only lovers do.”

She said righteously, “You can’t just kiss randomly, do you understand?”

Shang Wandong, however, said, “But you are always like this.”

Yan Xia froze for a moment, then argued forcefully, “We are different. We have been marked… a relationship like revolutionary comrades-in-arms! We can help each other!”

Shang Wandong thought for a moment. “Indeed.”

Yan Xia nodded and took the opportunity to act shamelessly. “So, except for me, you aren’t allowed to kiss anyone else randomly.”

Shang Wandong nodded. “Okay.”

So obedient.

Yan Xia was very satisfied and couldn’t help but pat her head. “Good.”

Shang Wandong shook her head. “No respect for your elders.”

Yan Xia laughed, then asked casually, “Sister, have you ever liked anyone else?”

Shang Wandong paused for a moment.

During her pause, Yan Xia’s smile gradually disappeared.

…There couldn’t really be someone, right?

It wasn’t mentioned in the original book!

I don’t believe it!!!!

She pursed her lips, her heart unable to stop bubbling with strange sourness: How could a block of wood like her open up to someone else? It’s impossible!

At this moment, Shang Wandong finally answered, “No.”

Yan Xia breathed a sigh of relief. “Damn it, don’t take such a long breath when you speak.”

Shang Wandong said, “I was just thinking about which kind of ‘like’ you are defining.”

“The kind of ‘like’ where you fall in love, of course!” Yan Xia said. “Are there any others?!”

“Yes,” Shang Wandong said. “Between friends, between family members, or a general interest in things.”

Yan Xia thought: As expected of you, very rigorous.

She then asked, “Then which one does the ‘no’ you said refer to?”

Shang Wandong said calmly, “Everything except for friends.”

Hearing this, Yan Xia said blankly, “Everything except friends?”

Does she not like her family?

Shang Wandong nodded and said softly, “If it is the ‘like’ between friends, I only like you.”

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