The Villainous Female Side Character Pretends to Be an Omega in the Apocalypse and Raises a Cat - Chapter 33

After a long while.

Chi Yingdong teased, “Had enough hugs to go home?”

“Mm.” Meng Qinghe’s cheeks flushed slightly as she withdrew from Chi Yingdong’s embrace.

She picked up her ID card and swiped it to open the door.

Watching the young woman stride boldly into the house, Chi Yingdong curled her lips in amusement.

So easily flustered!

With such a timid nature, where did she find the courage earlier to ask for a hug?

As soon as Meng Qinghe opened the door, she was captivated by the interior decor. The previous owner must have been a very romantic person.

The Bohemian-style decoration gave off a sense of freedom, warmth, passion, and individuality.

A handwoven wool rug lay spread over the oak floor, while colorful cushions were casually piled on the rattan sofa.

Several exotic tapestries hung on the walls, and in the corner stood a uniquely shaped terracotta vase holding a few dried lavender stems.

Meng Qinghe loved this style of décor, it felt like home.

Her fingertips brushed across the tabletop, which was spotless.

This indicated that even though no one lived here, someone came regularly to clean.

Meng Qinghe walked toward the open kitchen.

A wooden cabinet hung on the kitchen wall, filled with a variety of brightly colored mugs.

On the counter below the cabinet sat a pink oven.

Meng Qinghe crouched down and opened the cabinet door.

The moment the door opened, a wave of wheat fragrance greeted her. Inside were several unopened packages of baking supplies and neatly stacked baking cups.

Meng Qinghe checked the expiration dates, all were still within the shelf life.

With just a few eggs missing, she could make cupcakes. She felt a surge of eagerness.

Chi Yingdong had eggs in her space.

But she wasn’t sure if she could directly use these baking supplies.

Chi Yingdong noticed her hesitation.

She directly took out some materials from her space that she thought would be useful. “Go ahead and use them.”

With Chi Yingdong’s support, Meng Qinghe’s eyes lit up, her fingers tightening around the edge of the baking cup package.

“Really?”

Meng Qinghe confirmed once more.

But her fingers had already torn open the seal.

Chi Yingdong leaned against the counter, casually picking up a mug from the cabinet to play with.

“Even if we need to pay a fee, we can afford it.”

Chi Yingdong gave her full confidence.

Meng Qinghe began preheating the oven. The hum of the warming oven gradually filled the kitchen.

Then, she started mixing the batter.

Having not made desserts for so long, her movements were a bit clumsy.

After multiple additions of low-gluten flour and milk, she still hadn’t achieved the right consistency.

From behind, Chi Yingdong suddenly asked, “Did you used to make these often?”

Meng Qinghe paused for a moment, then gently shook her head.

“Grandma’s teeth weren’t good. She liked eating small cakes, so I occasionally made some for her. But I only know how to make simple ones.”

Chi Yingdong clearly noticed Meng Qinghe’s mood drop when she mentioned her grandmother.

Her hand holding the mug tightened momentarily.

Then she set the cup down, walked behind Meng Qinghe, and wrapped her arms around from both sides to hold the other’s hands. “The batter is too thin.”

The sudden closeness made Meng Qinghe hold her breath.

Chi Yingdong’s chest pressed against her back, and her warm breath brushed Meng Qinghe’s ear as she spoke.

“Then let’s add some high-gluten flour.”

She stammered, completely unaware that her voice had changed pitch.

“No need, it’s fine like this.” Chi Yingdong rested her chin on Meng Qinghe’s shoulder. “This way the cake might turn out even fluffier.”

The oven chose that moment to beep, signaling it had finished preheating, the sound shattering the intimate atmosphere.

Meng Qinghe practically leaped out of Chi Yingdong’s embrace.

“I’ll go prepare the cupcake liners.”

Standing half a meter away from Chi Yingdong, Meng Qinghe arranged the liners one by one on the baking tray.

Chi Yingdong approached with the egg yolk batter, the rim of the bowl still bearing faint yellow streaks where it hadn’t been fully mixed.

Meng Qinghe’s breath hitched, and she cowardly shuffled two steps aside.

“I’ll go get the oven mitts. You pour the batter.”

Once again, she retreated without courage.

Watching Meng Qinghe scurry away like a startled rabbit, Chi Yingdong shrugged helplessly, tilting her wrist to slowly pour the batter into the liners.

Meng Qinghe stood before the oven, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the edges of the oven mitts.

She kept taking them off and putting them back on, the tips of her ears flushed so red they seemed about to bleed.

By the time Chi Yingdong finished pouring the batter, Meng Qinghe still hadn’t returned.

From her angle, Chi Yingdong could see that even Meng Qinghe’s neck was flushed. A triumphant smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Chi Yingdong lazily reminded her, “I’m done.”

“Oh, oh, right! I’m coming now.”

As if waking from a dream, Meng Qinghe carefully lifted the tray and placed it in the oven.

The cakes needed ten minutes to bake.

Chi Yingdong glanced at Meng Qinghe, who still refused to look directly at her, and deliberately drawled, “Should I go tidy up the room?”

Meng Qinghe nodded vigorously, as if she couldn’t wait to push Chi Yingdong out of the kitchen.

She needed some space to let her heartbeat settle.

Ten minutes later.

“Ding!”

The oven chimed crisply.

Meng Qinghe put on the mitts and pulled out the baking tray.

The cupcakes were golden and fluffy, with steam still rising from their cracked surfaces.

Unable to resist, Meng Qinghe picked one up to taste it, but her fingers recoiled instinctively from the heat.

After a moment, once the cupcakes had cooled slightly, Meng Qinghe peeled back the liner and was about to take a bite when she turned and bumped into Chi Yingdong, who had returned at some point without her noticing.

“Want to try one?”

Meng Qinghe instinctively held up the cupcake, trying to mask her fluster.

“Sure.” Instead of taking it, Chi Yingdong leaned down and took a bite directly from her hand.

“The sweetness is just right.”

She licked the crumbs from her lips as she spoke.

The gesture made Meng Qinghe’s heart skip a beat.

Stammering, Meng Qinghe said, “I’m glad you like it. I’m a bit tired and think I’ll go to bed now.”

It had started as an excuse to escape the situation, but once the words were out, genuine drowsiness washed over her.

After a long day, she really was exhausted.

Her eyelids growing heavy, Meng Qinghe let out a small yawn.

“Go ahead and sleep.” Chi Yingdong took the half-eaten cupcake from her hand. “Your room is on the second floor, the one with the Hello Kitty sticker on the door.”

There was a lot to unpack in Chi Yingdong’s statement.

Meng Qinghe instinctively asked, “Aren’t we sharing a room?”

Chi Yingdong raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with amusement.

“If you’re willing, we can still share a bedroom.”

Her voice plunged Meng Qinghe into memories.

Back to the night she turned human again and shared a bed with Chi Yingdong.

That night, Chi Yingdong had fallen asleep right on schedule.

But Meng Qinghe had tossed and turned, counting thousands of sheep and still unable to sleep.

Her heart was too full, too tangled with emotions.

Thrilled to have become human, yet troubled by how to interact with Chi Yingdong.

Even though they had spent a long, long time together, their forms had been different.

She didn’t know whether she was a stranger or someone familiar to Chi Yingdong, nor did she understand how the two of them should interact going forward.

Unable to sleep, Meng Qinghe gave up resisting and simply stared at Chi Yingdong.

She began to recall what she had been thinking when she created the character Chi Yingdong, why hadn’t she given her a happy ending?

But she couldn’t come up with an answer.

Then, shifting her focus, she started admiring how good-looking Chi Yingdong was.

Truly the most beautiful and vicious female supporting character she had ever written, every feature perfectly aligned with her aesthetic.

Her eyes were beautiful, her nose was beautiful, and her lips were even more, more, more beautiful.

As if bewitched, Meng Qinghe secretly pressed her lips to Chi Yingdong’s.

At first, it was just a light touch of their lips, but gradually unsatisfied, she parted her lips and gently nipped at the other’s with her teeth.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes, savoring the sensation.

Soft and springy, the texture was exquisite, like eating pudding.

She gradually lost herself in it.

So much so that she didn’t notice when Chi Yingdong opened her eyes.

Even when their gazes met, Meng Qinghe’s eyes remained dazed, easily letting the other take control.

Chi Yingdong deepened the kiss.

Her fingers wandered beneath the fabric, lingering around Meng Qinghe’s waist and abdomen.

Meng Qinghe’s breath hitched slightly, a tingling sensation rippling through her, and she unconsciously pressed closer.

She closed her eyes, allowing Chi Yingdong’s lips to roam freely.

The kisses trailed downward along her neck.

Meng Qinghe trembled lightly, tilting her head back, her fingers clutching the fabric at Chi Yingdong’s shoulders.

An unfamiliar sensation reddened the corners of her eyes.

It was as if she saw a flower, with a diligent bee perched on its stamen, gathering nectar.

She desperately craved more.

Yet, no matter how she coquettishly pleaded or begged, Chi Yingdong paid no attention and turned away to go to the bathroom.

Meng Qinghe watched Chi Yingdong’s retreating figure in confusion.

What did tonight mean? It felt like they had done something intimate, yet also not.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep.

When she woke the next day,

Meng Qinghe was completely naked, her memories of the previous night already hazy.

She couldn’t remember whether the buttons of her pajamas had been undone by Chi Yingdong or by herself.

But she knew she had been the one to initiate it, she had been the one to make the first move.

Hearing Chi Yingdong emerge from the bathroom, Meng Qinghe pretended to be asleep, unsure how to explain her actions.

Pretending to sleep, she eventually drifted off again.

All day, Meng Qinghe was distracted.

Finally mustering the courage to bring it up with Chi Yingdong, the other acted as if nothing had happened, as though it hadn’t mattered at all.

Gradually, she stopped mentioning it, treating it as if nothing had occurred.

Only, her sleeping habits were truly restless, every morning she woke up draped over Chi Yingdong.

“Willing or not?”

When Meng Qinghe didn’t respond for a long time, Chi Yingdong urged her.

Meng Qinghe snapped out of her reverie and met Chi Yingdong’s smiling eyes. Whether it was competitiveness or something else, she said, “If you don’t mind my poor sleeping habits, I’m fine with it.”

“Poor sleeping habits.”

Chi Yingdong softly repeated Meng Qinghe’s words, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of her lips.

She approached slowly, her fingertips gently lifting Meng Qinghe’s chin, forcing the other to meet her gaze.

“Poor sleeping habits?” Chi Yingdong lowered her head, warm breath brushing past Meng Qinghe’s cheek. “Does that mean clinging like an octopus in the middle of the night, or…”

Her fingers trailed down the slender neck, lingering at the collarbone for a moment before finally pressing against the soft curve through the fabric of the clothing.

“Or does it mean secretly doing something?”

Meng Qinghe’s face instantly flushed crimson, the tips of her ears tinged with scarlet.

She stumbled backward in panic, only to be stopped by the cold kitchen counter pressing against her lower back, nowhere left to retreat.

“We’re both adults. Just helping each other with physical needs, that’s all. Besides…” Meng Qinghe’s voice trembled, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. “It’s not like we’ve gone all the way.”