Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 41.2

That evening, Meng Xien insisted on helping Huo Jianan bathe.

“Sister Meng, really, you don’t have to. I can bathe myself.”

“No way. I promised Aunt Xu I’d take care of you, and I mean it.”

Ignoring her protests, Meng Xien quickly stripped her clothes off. “We’re both Alphas. Why are you so shy? Your face is all flushed!”

Huo Jianan: “……” Help! Why does everyone want to bathe me?

“Nannan, you’ve really grown up,” Meng Xien said with a mischievous grin, pinching her chest. “You’ve filled out nicely.” She then squeezed her buttocks. “And your little bottom is quite perky. I bet Nianning’s had more than a few nosebleeds over your figure.”

Huo Jianan felt like a Samoyed puppy being poked and prodded, utterly powerless to resist. She silently vowed to find Sister Meng an Omega as soon as possible to rein her in.

While scrubbing her back, Meng Xien hummed in confusion. “Why can’t I smell your pheromones anymore?”

Seeing Meng Xien’s furrowed brow and tense posture, as if facing a formidable enemy, Huo Jianan’s heart skipped a beat. “What… what is it?” she stammered.

She had reviewed the original body’s medical records at the hospital, which described her pheromones as smelling like wormwood. But when she had tested it herself, she detected no scent. Even during her last studio visit, when she was in her rut, there was no trace of wormwood.

Huo Jianan forced herself to remain calm, but her heart raced uncontrollably, and her entire body tensed instinctively.

Could Meng Xien have discovered something? Is she suspecting my identity?

“Your pheromones?” Meng Xien asked, her freshly washed hair tied in a small bun atop her head. The pale, pinkish gland at the nape of her neck was exposed in the steamy air.

Meng Xien leaned in to sniff, but there was no trace of wormwood. She frowned and sniffed again, then exclaimed, “Your pheromones have changed! This smells like… sunlight!”

Huo Jianan froze, then suddenly remembered the last studio visit. She had inadvertently released pheromones, causing Ruan Nianning to passively heat up. After Ruan Nianning fell asleep, Huo Jianan had wiped the gland at the back of her neck. At the time, she hadn’t detected any unusual scent, only a clear, sunlit fragrance—like the warmth of sunlight on freshly dried bedding, soft and clean.

At the time, she had simply thought her pheromones were odorless. But now, prompted by Meng Xien, she suddenly realized: her pheromones weren’t odorless at all—they smelled like sunlight.

They had changed from the bitter taste of wormwood to the warmth of sunlight.

“How could your pheromones have changed their scent?” Meng Xien frowned deeply, her earlier playful demeanor replaced by a serious concern. “When we get back home, you need to go to the hospital for a thorough examination.”

Then another possibility struck her. “You and Nianning… you’ve… you’ve definitely marked her completely, right?”

Huo Jianan’s mind buzzed. In her own world, this question would be equivalent to asking, “Have you slept with your wife?”

With a face burning like a ripe tomato, Huo Jianan nodded obediently. “Mm.”

She had no choice but to confirm. After all, everyone knew that “she” had insisted on marrying Ruan Nianning, even when she went on a hunger strike in protest. Everyone also knew how deeply and obsessively “she” loved Ruan Nianning. They had been married for some time now; anything less than a complete marking would be considered abnormal.

“There have been cases before where, after a thorough marking between an Alpha and Omega, their pheromones changed. Perhaps you’re in the same situation,” Meng Xien said carefully as she cleaned Jianan’s gland. “Regardless, you should get a full physical check-up when you return home.”

“Okay,” Huo Jianan nodded obediently, secretly relieved that Meng Xien hadn’t suspected anything.

At the airport, Huo Jianan and Meng Xien bid each other farewell. Jianan would be flying to City D on a private jet, while Meng Xien would take an international flight to Changbin.

“Safe travels, Sister Meng!”

Meng Xien smiled and patted her shoulder. “You too. I’ll wait for you to return to Changbin and tell me your decision.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I know you’re overjoyed, but be careful, okay?”

Unlike most Alphas with exceptional physical abilities, Jianan was still disabled.

Huo Jianan’s face flushed. “I know, Sister Meng. I’m not… um, not that…”

Meng Xien chuckled at her sister’s increasing shyness since the wedding and patted her head. “Merry Christmas in advance!”

Huo Jianan smiled sweetly. She actually enjoyed acting like a little sister around Meng Xien. “Merry Christmas to you too, Sister Meng!”

The plane arrived at City D airport at 11:30 PM.

Xiaoman was already waiting on the tarmac. As soon as the private jet touched down, she eagerly approached. “Young Miss, you’re finally here! Are you tired?”

“Not at all,” Huo Jianan replied, her mind already preoccupied with something else. “Did you bring the gift I asked you to?”

“Yes, it’s in the car. The driver is keeping watch.”

Just as she finished speaking, Huo Jianan’s phone lit up. She glanced at it—it was a message from Ruan Nianning: [ Are you there yet? ]

Huo Jianan’s mood instantly lifted. [ I’m here. Just landed. ]

On the way to the hotel, she received another message from Meng Xien:

[ Did you arrive in City D? Did Nianning pick you up? ]

I’m here. I didn’t ask her to come. If she came, I wouldn’t be able to prepare the surprise. Xiaoman picked me up.

[ You little mischief-maker, always up to surprises. Just glad you arrived safely. ]

Seeing that Xiaoman had met her, Meng Xien felt reassured and didn’t bother them further, allowing Huo Jianan and Ruan Nianning to enjoy their upcoming private time together.

Upon arriving at the Lizhou Hotel, Huo Jianan headed straight for the same luxurious suite with excellent disabled facilities where she had stayed before.

In the quiet depths of the hotel, the corridors were empty. The wheelchair moved with slightly increased effort across the plush carpet. Xiaoman pushed Huo Jianan to the room entrance, where Jianan gestured for her to return, adding in a hushed voice, “Take good care of Niuniu. Wait for my message first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, Young Miss.”

Huo Jianan cradled a bouquet of pink roses as she knocked on the door.

The corridor light was dim, casting long shadows. The moment the door opened, a figure lunged forward, bending down to embrace her.

The door closed behind them.

A warm pressure tightened around her neck as soft strands of hair brushed against her nose, carrying the sweet, floral scent of tuberose, mingled with the fragrance of shampoo.

Huo Jianan’s heart softened instantly. Her lips parted slightly. “Nianning…”

The rest of the words were swallowed by the kiss that followed.

Soft, slightly moist lips pressed against hers, enveloping her in the intoxicating aroma of tuberose. As the woman parted her lips, releasing the full, sweet fragrance of tuberose, Huo Jianan took the initiative, deepening the kiss.

The person in Huo Jianan’s arms shuddered, letting out a soft gasp as if she couldn’t stand steadily. Huo Jianan tossed the roses in her hand, wrapped her arm around Ruan Nianning’s waist, and pulled her close. The slender waist was as pliant as tender grass, collapsing effortlessly into Jianan’s embrace and settling onto her lap.

“Careful,” Ruan Nianning said, afraid of hurting Jianan’s leg, and sprang up like a startled bunny.

But Huo Jianan wouldn’t let her escape. Pursuing her breath, she kissed Nianning’s lips again. “It’s fine. My leg is fine. This chair can hold 400 pounds. You’re not some 300-pound giant.”

Together, the two slender women didn’t even weigh 200 pounds.

Ruan Nianning let out a teasing laugh, but the sound barely escaped her throat before being swallowed back down.

Huo Jianan bit at her lips, craving that alluring fragrance, her hands circling Nianning’s delicate waist as she deepened the kiss. Their breaths entwined, their breaths mingling and intertwining, the sound of their passionate kiss, wrapped in ragged gasps, resonating in their ears and striking deep into their hearts. The snow-white arms entwined around her neck tightened their embrace.

After a long kiss, Ruan Nianning collapsed against Huo Jianan’s shoulder, gasping for breath. Her cheeks were flushed pink, as if stained with rouge, and the corners of her upturned eyes shimmered with a delicate blush. In the dim light, a thin layer of mist seemed to veil her eyes, countless specks of light twinkling within like fragments of starlight dancing on a river—utterly captivating.

Huo Jianan had never seen Ruan Nianning like this before. A lump formed in her throat as she tilted Ruan Nianning’s smooth chin and kissed her again.

She admitted it: she had developed feelings for Wolfie.

The scent of night-scented orchids lingered between their lips, filling Huo Jianan’s head with a dizzying haze. In her dazed state, she recalled that dream—the one where Ruan Nianning had stabbed her in the chest during their passionate kiss.

Huo Jianan felt suffocated in her chest, yet she refused to let go of the woman in her arms. She clung to the soft sweetness of her mouth, greedily and insatiably demanding more, again and again. In that moment, if Ruan Nianning wanted to kill her—with that sharp, icy dagger piercing her body—let her do it.

Finally, it was Ruan Nianning who ran out of breath and had to pull back.

Ruan Nianning looped her arms around Huo Jianan’s neck, their foreheads pressed together as she panted. She couldn’t understand how a disabled person could have better lung capacity than her, kissing without even needing to breathe.

With a click, Ruan Nianning flipped the light switch on the wall, turned on the light, slowly slid down from Huo Jianan’s lap, and smoothed her slightly disheveled hair.

“How was your flight today?”

“Smooth. I flew on a private jet—it was quite convenient.” Huo Jianan picked up the bouquet of roses from the floor. “Wife, these are for you.”

Ruan Nianning took the bouquet, cradled it, and took a deep breath, a gentle smile curving her lips. She walked to the table and arranged the roses in a vase.

Huo Jianan shrugged off her coat and hung it on the clothes rack. “I also brought some specialties from Country F. They’re in the car. You can take them to the set tomorrow and share them with the crew.”

“What was the scenery in Country F like?”

“Freezing! It was covered in snow everywhere, like a fairy-tale world—dreamy, but also brutally cold. We only stayed in Country F for a day, mostly for meetings. We just got a glimpse of the scenery through the car window on the way from the airport to the city.”

Ruan Nianning had previously video-called Huo Jianan and naturally knew why she had flown to Country F.

The room was warm, and Huo Jianan wore only a fitted cashmere sweater. Her slender shoulders and narrow back accentuated her delicate frame, while her snow-white face framed a pair of bright, dark eyes that shone like obsidian.

“Go take a shower.”

Huo Jianan cheerfully agreed, thinking that Ruan Nianning must have already showered, given the late hour.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Nianning walked over and pushed her into the bathroom. “Let’s wash together.”

Huo Jianan was stunned. “Wife, you haven’t showered yet?”

Seeing Huo Jianan’s easily flustered blush, Ruan Nianning unceremoniously began stripping her clothes. With a playful smirk and a seductive gaze, she sent a shiver through Huo Jianan’s heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you all along.”

During this shower, Huo Jianan was thoroughly bullied by Ruan Nianning. Before she could even start washing, she was pinned to a stool and kissed breathless. Her eyes glistened with pleading as she gasped, “Wife, let’s just wash properly, okay? I’ll catch a cold.”

Huo Jianan sighed inwardly. Her leg disability limited her mobility, and she couldn’t bring herself to push Ruan Nianning away with force. She was left with no choice but to endure the teasing.

The hot water from the showerhead cascaded over Huo Jianan’s skin, smooth as milk, while steam filled the air. She stood drenched, glistening droplets clinging to her body.

Ruan Nianning’s fingertips brushed against the damp skin, her breath catching. Turning to grab a towel, she composed herself, the playful smile from earlier replaced by focused determination. She squeezed shower gel onto her hands, grabbed the towel, and began wiping Huo Jianan down with single-minded devotion.

Huo Jianan sat in the bath chair, her lowered lashes casting shadows over her eyes, her expression unreadable. Her gaze drifted upward, settling on the water droplets clinging to the coiled hair on her head. The droplet swayed with her movements, yet stubbornly refused to fall, pure, translucent, and resilient.

This utterly absorbed Ruan Nianning stirred an unsettling doubt in Huo Jianan’s heart.

Which one is the real Ruan Nianning?

The one who threw herself into her arms with a kiss at the door?

The one who smiled so gently after receiving the roses?

Or the one who now scrubs her back with such unwavering concentration?

Which one is the true her? Or are all of them?

When Ruan Nianning finished her bath, dried her hair, and emerged from the bathroom, Huo Jianan lay quietly on the bed, seemingly already asleep.

Huo Jianan’s sleeping posture was impeccable: she lay neatly on her back, covered with a blanket that was properly tucked around her shoulders and arms.

Ruan Nianning couldn’t help but recall the model students from class—the high-achieving, well-mannered, and teachers’ favorite pets.

As Ruan Nianning approached and glanced down, she noticed that today’s model student seemed less than perfectly composed. Her head was slightly tilted to one side, and two pale hands were half-emerged from the blanket, palms facing outward like a little hamster showing its paws, clutching the edge of the blanket. Her chin was tucked in, leaving only her small, delicate nose visible.

How could such a soft and adorable Alpha exist?

The more Ruan Nianning looked, the more she found Huo Jianan endearing, her lips curving into an involuntary smile.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Ruan Nianning realized she had been staring at the person on the bed. Startled by her own gaze, she quickly averted her eyes, then pulled back the blanket and lay down beside Huo Jianan.

The soft light of the floor lamp illuminated Ruan Nianning, who lay awake, her dark brown eyes filled with swirling, impenetrable clouds. After a long while, the clouds gradually dissipated. She reached for the bedside lamp switch, and with a soft click, the light went out.

The darkness that enveloped her offered Ruan Nianning a rare tranquility amidst her tumultuous thoughts.

Suddenly, she remembered that she had originally come from the cold darkness, wielding a black blade to carry out cold, dark deeds. She shouldn’t be plagued by distractions, let alone yearn for warmth and light.

Sensing the warmth beside her, Huo Jianan shifted closer, mumbling sleepily, “Wife, why did you take so long?” Her voice was soft and sweet, completely unguarded in its endearing innocence.

A warmth stirred in Ruan Nianning’s heart. She turned, her snow-white arm slipping around Huo Jianan’s shoulders as she took the initiative to embrace her, nestling into the warmth of her arms.

The body in her arms was soft and warm, carrying a comforting, sun-like scent that brought her peace. Ruan Nianning felt as if she had fallen into a quilt dried in the sun—soft, comfortable, and warm.

Perhaps this everything she was holding now was a gift from the heavens?

Ruan Nianning closed her eyes, greedily inhaling the clean, sunny scent, a smile spreading across her lips. She murmured almost unconsciously, “Jianan, Jianan…” Her entire body seemed to float, her limbs and bones melting into a pleasantly relaxed state.

The comfort made her drowsy, but just then, Xiao Zhu’s joke from the film set flashed through her mind: “Maybe she’s a time traveler…”

Ruan Nianning opened her eyes again, her gaze scrutinizing Huo Jianan’s face like a precise ruler, inch by inch, over her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and chin. Her scrutiny grew so intense that she reached out to touch Jianan’s features.

Huo Jianan, startled by the touch, frowned and shifted away, her handsome brows drawing together.

“Be good, let me touch you,” a soft, coaxing voice murmured.

Though clearly unsettled, Huo Jianan’s frown softened into a pitiful expression. But at the sweet, persuasive tone, she stopped moving and obediently allowed the touch.

Ruan Nianning’s lips curved. Could she really not be Huo Jianan? How else could she be so soft and adorable?

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