Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 86

That evening, after returning home, Lin Qinghan’s legs were a little swollen from standing all day in high heels. Shen Xian, feeling sorry for her, gently massaged her calves. Tiantian had been taken away by Fang Jinglan, who said she wanted to give the newlyweds a night to themselves.

Watching Shen Xian knead her legs, Lin Qinghan looked at her with soft eyes and said, “Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Lin.”

“Not at all. You’re the one who’s had it tough today. Our little one’s been making you feel unwell, and you barely ate,” Shen Xian said as she continued massaging.

“I’m fine. Didn’t I eat some noodles just now? I’m not made of glass, you don’t have to be so worried.” Lin Qinghan took Shen Xian’s hand and pulled her closer. Once Shen Xian sat beside her, she rested her head on her shoulder and murmured, her ears tinged red, “It’s just us at home tonight.”

Shen Xian chuckled. “That’s true, but there’s not much we can do.” She glanced down at Lin Qinghan’s belly.

It had only been a month, so Lin Qinghan’s stomach was still flat. She leaned in and kissed Shen Xian’s lips. “But we can still kiss.”

With that, she wrapped her arms around Shen Xian’s neck and kissed her. She hadn’t known she could enjoy intimacy this much—perhaps it was because she’d finally met the right person.

Before Shen Xian could react, Lin Qinghan was already kissing her, and she quickly surrendered, letting Lin Qinghan take the lead. Shen Xian had noticed that ever since the pregnancy, Lin Qinghan had become even more clingy.

Shen Xian gently pulled Lin Qinghan into her lap, so she could kiss her more easily. After a long moment, Lin Qinghan finally let go, resting against Shen Xian’s chest and gasping for breath.

The situation made her laugh—it was their wedding night, yet they couldn’t really do anything. It was oddly special in its own way.

Shen Xian noticed Lin Qinghan laughing and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Us,” Lin Qinghan replied, playing with Shen Xian’s hand. “This wedding night of ours is really something else. We’re both exhausted—let’s get some sleep.”

Shen Xian nodded. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to do more—the circumstances simply didn’t allow it.

When Lin Qinghan was six months pregnant, Shen Xian accompanied her to a check-up. The doctor said everything was going well. When they got home, Shen Xian curiously pressed her ear against Lin Qinghan’s belly. “Qinghan, has the baby moved yet? I can’t hear anything.”

Lin Qinghan laughed and stroked Shen Xian’s hair. “Babies don’t kick all the time. She’s probably resting right now. But when she does kick, it really hurts.”

Shen Xian sat up and kissed Lin Qinghan on the cheek. “You’ve been through so much. Once she’s born, I’m definitely going to tell her all about how strong her mama was.”

Just then, Tiantian came out of her room and caught Shen Xian kissing Lin Qinghan. She pointed to her face and said, “Mommy, shame shame! Tiantian saw you kissing Mama!”

Shen Xian laughed and scooped her up. “Kissing your mama is totally fine. Kissing other people is the problem. Got it?”

Tiantian shook her head like a little drum. “Nope! Mommy’s still being shame-shame~” she replied in her baby voice.

“Alright, alright. You’ll understand when you’re older,” Shen Xian said, rocking her gently.

Lin Qinghan playfully pinched Shen Xian’s waist, making her suck in a breath.

Shen Xian turned around and met Lin Qinghan’s glare, pouting innocently. Tiantian really had a knack for showing up at the wrong time.

“Mommy, put me down. I want to listen to baby sister~” Tiantian wriggled in Shen Xian’s arms.

Shen Xian set her down, and she ran to hug Lin Qinghan’s leg. “Mama, I want to hear baby sister talk!”

Lin Qinghan laughed and guided Tiantian to press her ear against her belly. Tiantian listened intently for a while, her little mouth pursed in concentration. Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan couldn’t help but laugh.

“She’s still sleeping. You can talk to her once she wakes up, okay?” Lin Qinghan said gently.

“Okay! I’ll play with her later~” Tiantian said, bouncing her pigtails as she carefully ran back to Shen Xian for cuddles.

Shen Xian hoisted her up. Tiantian had grown taller and heavier in the last six months, and it wasn’t as easy as before.

Still, Tiantian was overjoyed, basking in the love of both her moms.

That night, Lin Qinghan felt her glands growing warm. During her pregnancy, she had always used suppressants during her sensitivity periods to avoid harming the baby. But now that she was six months along, she figured it was safe to stop holding back. Shen Xian had been so patient, too.

So, Lin Qinghan lazily lay in bed, waiting for Shen Xian.

The moment Shen Xian stepped out of the bathroom, she caught a rich aroma of osmanthus and Well tea—Lin Qinghan’s pheromone scent. It had been a long time since they’d released pheromones around each other, afraid of things escalating.

“Qinghan, what’s going on?” Shen Xian asked, heart beginning to race. She walked quickly to the bed and saw Lin Qinghan lying there, her eyes dewy and her gaze fixed on her.

Lin Qinghan took her hand, voice low and breathy, as if suppressing desire. “My sensitivity period just started. The baby is stable now. I don’t want to use inhibitors anymore. I want you, Shen Xian.”

Her soft tone sent ripples through Shen Xian’s heart.

Slowly, Shen Xian removed the pheromone barrier patch from her neck and released her own scent. She leaned down and kissed Lin Qinghan’s ear. “Okay. I’ll be gentle. I won’t let anything happen to the baby.”

Hearing that, Lin Qinghan nodded shyly.

Shen Xian kissed her lips, their breaths mingling. The sweet citrus of Shen Xian’s scent tangled with Lin Qinghan’s floral fragrance.

Maybe it was the combination of pregnancy and her sensitivity period, but Lin Qinghan felt more responsive than ever. Just a few kisses from Shen Xian left her weak. Wrapping her arms around Shen Xian’s neck, she let herself melt into her wife’s embrace.

Shen Xian’s kisses deepened, until Lin Qinghan was breathless. She gently pushed against Shen Xian’s shoulder to catch her breath.

Her eyes shimmered with tears, her cheeks flushed. Shen Xian couldn’t stop staring at her.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Shen Xian murmured.

“Don’t be silly. I’ve gained so much weight lately,” Lin Qinghan replied, her voice soft.

Shen Xian kissed her ear again. “Not at all. My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. I love you more than anything.”

The unique scent of their pheromones filled the room. Lin Qinghan broke into a light sweat, feeling even hotter under Shen Xian’s tender kisses. She used all her strength to hook her arms around Shen Xian’s neck and pull her closer.

Tilting her head, she kissed Shen Xian deeply again, but it didn’t quench the fire in her heart. As she broke away, she whispered, “Shen Xian, I want you.”

That did it. Shen Xian’s last thread of restraint snapped. Her mind and body were filled with nothing but Lin Qinghan.

The sweet orange aroma intensified, dominating the space and wrapping tightly around the osmanthus scent, leaving it no room to escape.

Three hours later, they were both spent. Shen Xian had been careful not to strain Lin Qinghan, mindful of the baby.

Lin Qinghan nestled in her arms, her cheeks still pink and her eyes slightly puffy, refusing to sleep any other way but in Shen Xian’s embrace.

The next morning, Shen Xian woke up first. After freshening up, she returned to the bedroom and sat beside the still-sleeping Lin Qinghan, gently kissing the corner of her lips.

“Mmm, what are you doing?” Lin Qinghan murmured sleepily, her voice still tinged with sweetness.

“Time to get up. I’ll make breakfast. You just wash up. I’ll change the sheets,” Shen Xian said with a smile, kissing her ear.

When Lin Qinghan heard the mention of the bedsheets, her face turned red in an instant. She propped herself up and glared at Shen Xian before biting her lip lightly.

“Ow—Qinghan, why did you bite me?” Shen Xian rubbed her lips.

“Serves you right. That’s for teasing me,” Lin Qinghan huffed and turned away to get dressed.

“But I didn’t say anything inappropriate! And we really do need to change the sheets. They’re soaked, but it’s not your fault—pregnant women are more sensitive,” Shen Xian mumbled.

Before she could finish, a pillow came flying at her. Then another.

Shen Xian fumbled to catch both, deciding it was safer to stay quiet. She stood by the bed, waiting obediently.

Lin Qinghan got up without even glancing at her and went straight into the bathroom.

Shen Xian set the duvet aside and pulled out a fresh sheet from the closet. As she changed the bed, she wondered if Lin Qinghan was just feeling shy.

When Lin Qinghan came out and saw the clean sheets, her ears flushed red again. She avoided looking at Shen Xian.

This time, Shen Xian knew better than to say anything. She quietly started the washing machine.

Once Lin Qinghan seemed less upset, Shen Xian wrapped her in a hug and coaxed, “Qinghan, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, okay? I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.”

Just then, Tiantian woke up and headed to the bathroom, only to see her mommy clinging to her mama and chanting, “I was wrong.”

Tiantian didn’t really understand, but she nodded thoughtfully and tugged at her little pigtails as if deep in contemplation.