Chapter 126
In a peaceful life, troubles always arrive unexpectedly.
In the middle of a night when she should have been sound asleep, Zhuang Chi groggily opened her eyes due to a rise in her body temperature. Within the heat that had become all too familiar in recent years, she realized her susceptible period had arrived.
She subconsciously rolled over to the other side of the bed, but she didn't feel the warmth of her lover as expected.
Ah, I forgot. Zhuang Chi's mind, muddled by sleepiness and heat, finally remembered that Gu Ximian was currently abroad.
It had been almost four years since they got together. After graduating from university, both chose to pursue further studies. Gu Ximian had also begun to gradually take over some of her family's businesses, learning how to handle business matters and leading a rather busy life. This trip abroad was also for work. The help Zhuang Chi could offer in this regard was limited. She was trying hard to learn the relevant knowledge, but since she knew nothing about these things before, she couldn't master it all at once.
…Rather, it felt like she sometimes disturbed Gu Ximian. Zhuang Chi thought. After all, her susceptible periods were inseparable from Gu Ximian's comfort, and there had been instances in the past where she suddenly entered her susceptible period while Gu Ximian was busy…
Judging from the experience of the past few years, Zhuang Chi's susceptible periods followed no pattern at all. Sometimes they would obediently arrive every three or four months, and other times a new susceptible period would begin after a break of less than a month. She didn't know if it was because her glands had been injured before or because the pheromones of an S-class Alpha were inherently difficult to control, but in any case, she was often caught off guard by this matter.
And so it was now. Zhuang Chi sat up in bed. She was the only one in the entire house now. She slowly went to pour herself a glass of water, thinking with a headache as she drank that this time had come too suddenly. Gu Ximian had just left yesterday, and there were still five days until she returned. This susceptible period had truly timed itself cleverly, unwilling to wait even a little. In the future, when they were both busier, situations like this would probably become more frequent, right? Perhaps they should think of a backup plan. For example, she seemed to recall Lou Che mentioning recently that he was researching technology that could store pheromones and release them when needed. It felt very suitable for their situation. Maybe she should discuss it with Gu Ximian later and they could go ask Lou Che about it together…
Putting aside these distant thoughts, what should she do now? Zhuang Chi sighed, rubbing her temples, and incongruously thought it was a good thing she hadn't gone abroad with Gu Ximian for academic matters, otherwise, it would have really delayed both of them.
—When she had such a thought, she had, in a sense, already made a judgment about what she would do next.
…I'll just endure it for a while. Zhuang Chi thought. It's just one susceptible period. Relying on Gu Ximian's scent in the house, there must be a way to get through it. Besides… even if I told Gu Ximian, she couldn't fly back immediately, and it would just distract her from her work…
There was no sense of self-deprecation; Zhuang Chi was thinking this very seriously. Her lover was an outstanding person and particularly serious about her career—although Zhuang Chi no longer believed Gu Ximian would really end up drastically lowering the status of Alphas in the world as in the original work, she still held reservations about whether Gu Ximian would truly reach a position of power, always feeling that the possibility was not zero. She was happy and proud of this and had long decided to do everything in her power to help and support Gu Ximian. Now, she was simply making what she believed to be the best choice in this situation.
It wasn't as if partners in this world spent every susceptible period together anyway. There would more or less be times when suppressants were needed. Her situation was, on the contrary, the only exception… How should she put it? If others found out, they would probably think it was quite difficult.
Considering it from this angle, Zhuang Chi suddenly felt a bit of relief: it was great that she had taken this suffering over from Gu Ximian back then. It must have saved Gu Ximian a lot of hardship.
Thinking this, she returned to her room and lay back down on the bed. The initial heat of the susceptible period was restlessly churning and accumulating, a bit like a low fever. Zhuang Chi stared at the dark ceiling, thinking that perhaps she should try to fall asleep as soon as possible, just treat it like an illness. If she slept through the uncomfortable parts, it would be fine.
Zhuang Chi closed her eyes. Before forcing herself into slumber, she subconsciously scooted a little closer to the side where Gu Ximian usually slept.
Endurance was not as easy as imagined, but it wasn't unbearable either.
This was all thanks to the lingering scent of Gu Ximian in the house, which allowed Zhuang Chi to barely control the heat.
But that scent was rather thin after all, and could only keep Zhuang Chi's susceptible period from suddenly spiking to its peak. Yet even with just a low fever, the discomfort was still there. Zhuang Chi felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, almost unconsciously walking towards places where Gu Ximian's scent was clearer. During one wave of heat, her mind went blank, and when she regained consciousness, she was startled to find her hand resting on the edge of a closet drawer—on the very one where Gu Ximian usually kept her underwear.
Her temperature shot up by two degrees. She leaped back in a panic, her waist slamming right into the corner of the table, and she squatted down, clutching the bruised spot in pain.
The pain was very real, but at least it scattered the terrible thoughts in her mind, so she didn't know whether to say it was a good thing she hit it. Zhuang Chi shakily supported her waist and walked to the side of the bed to sit down, feeling as if she were teetering on some moral precipice… Hey, even for partners, there are some things you just can't do!
…But if she settled for second best, she would probably be forgiven.
Zhuang Chi carefully placed Gu Ximian's pajamas on the bed, squatting in front of it with a guilty conscience. In her heart, she piously apologized several times to the Gu Ximian who was far away in another country, and earnestly promised that she would definitely wash the clothes properly and return them later…
Saying it like that felt a bit strange, as if she were cleaning up a crime scene. It wasn't like she planned to do anything weird with Gu Ximian's clothes. Not knowing who she was explaining it to in her mind, Zhuang Chi silently closed her eyes, and finally, holding her breath, she hugged Gu Ximian's pajamas.
Zhuang Chi lowered her head and carefully nuzzled her nose against it, her body trembling uncontrollably.
It was the familiar, incredibly reassuring scent of Gu Ximian.
She had rarely been starved like this since getting together with Gu Ximian. Zhuang Chi immediately began to think that taking out Gu Ximian's pajamas might not have been a good idea, because the originally listless, dormant heat suddenly showed signs of making a comeback. It was just like a relapse when trying to quit something, the addiction proving too strong. Zhuang Chi didn't know what to do and unconsciously buried her nose a little deeper.
Sigh, they were legitimate partners in every sense, both emotionally and legally, so why did it now feel as if she were doing something forbidden behind Gu Ximian's back? There was a strange sense of immorality.
Zhuang Chi was a little frustrated, and just then, the screen of her phone, which she had casually placed by the bed, lit up.
It was a message from Gu Ximian.
Gu Ximian had been feeling a little concerned for the past few days.
It was, of course, about her partner who was not by her side at the moment. For some reason, Zhuang Chi's replies to her messages these past two days had seemed much shorter than before. Previously, her replies had always been more detailed, and she was quite proactive and enthusiastic in carrying on the conversation, making it easy to see her eagerness to continue chatting with Gu Ximian.
In this contrast, Zhuang Chi's current situation appeared particularly suspicious. Moreover, she hadn't initiated a conversation with Gu Ximian at all in the last two days.
But one couldn't say Zhuang Chi's attitude was perfunctory. After all, despite the nearly seven-hour time difference between them, Gu Ximian always received a prompt reply whenever she sent a message, and the words in the messages were not lacking in concern for Gu Ximian, which was no different from before.
Then the abnormality probably lay here, Gu Ximian thought. Zhuang Chi was saying very little about her own recent life.
If this were any other couple, it would probably be taken as a sign that the lover might be cheating. Fortunately, Gu Ximian and Zhuang Chi had been together for a while now, and she was much more secure in this regard than before. She just still felt unsettled. Zhuang Chi was a very excellent partner and had always been honest with her. Besides hiding those things related to the novel in the beginning, this was the only other time she had been so secretive. It inevitably made Gu Ximian worry about whether something was wrong with this world again.
She couldn't put her mind at ease and felt that communicating through messages was too inefficient. She decisively made a video call to Zhuang Chi during her break, planning to talk face-to-face. It was afternoon on Gu Ximian's side, and already evening where Zhuang Chi was, but it wasn't yet the time Zhuang Chi would be asleep, so—
The thought of "she should pick up soon" had barely warmed in her mind when Gu Ximian watched as the screen displayed a notification that the video call she had initiated had been rejected by the other party.
“…”
Faced with this unprecedented situation, Gu Ximian's gaze slowly became solemn.
This is bad! I received a video call invitation from Gu Ximian! And I hung up on her!
Zhuang Chi, who had been lying listlessly in bed planning to go to sleep early to escape the susceptible period, was startled awake by the phone's notification. She was so scared by the invitation that she subconsciously tapped decline before realizing what she had done. Instantly, a jolt went through her, and all sleepiness vanished.
She thought, this won't do, Gu Ximian will be unhappy, I have to call her back quickly. But she immediately realized how dangerous that would be—with her current state of feverish blushing, how could she possibly hide it on a video call? Not to mention the possibility of a new wave of heat surging up during the conversation… No, if she wanted to keep it a secret, she couldn't make this video call!
A battle raged in Zhuang Chi's heart. On Gu Ximian's side, after the video call was rejected, no more messages came through. The silence was terrifyingly quiet, making Zhuang Chi more and more anxious. In the end, she could only bite the bullet and nervously make a voice call—before which she gulped down a large glass of water and cleared her throat several times, her state of readiness more intense than for her thesis defense.
Gu Ximian, however, did not retaliate for what happened earlier by also hanging up on her call request. On the contrary, the other end connected very quickly, as if even the network spanning half the globe had suddenly become considerate and incredibly smooth. Zhuang Chi heard Gu Ximian's voice from the phone, calm and direct: "Why a voice call?"
“…” She sounded like she wasn't in a good mood. Zhuang Chi silently swallowed, frantically apologizing to Gu Ximian in her heart while trying to scrape together an excuse to fool her. “…I'm in the bath.”
There was a long silence on the phone. Just as Zhuang Chi was anxiously thinking that this should be a plausible excuse, she heard Gu Ximian suddenly continue: “You could still video call. It's not like I haven't seen you.”
…What a weird thing to say! Zhuang Chi was in no state to handle such teasing right now. As she blushed, she felt a wave of heat surge up, making her grit her teeth in frustration. The culprit, completely unaware, let out a light laugh and changed her tune: “Just kidding.”
“How about we video call after you're done with your bath, then?” Then she very considerately made a very reasonable suggestion. Zhuang Chi heard Gu Ximian say, “Otherwise, it would be bad if your phone fell into the bathtub.”
One lie must be covered by more lies. Zhuang Chi listened with a troubled expression, feeling that Gu Ximian seemed very keen on video calling today. For a moment, she could only vaguely mumble and awkwardly change the subject: “N-no, it's fine, I'll hold it steady… Why did you call me at this time? Aren't you supposed to be busy? Is there something you need me to do?”
Fortunately, Gu Ximian didn't seem to be suspicious of this and just went along with her words: “I'm finished with work for now, taking a break, so I thought I'd chat with you… Nothing else.”
Zhuang Chi understood and hummed softly in acknowledgment, but because of her guilty conscience, she suddenly didn't know what to say next. Gu Ximian also fell silent, and perhaps after waiting for a while without her speaking, she finally broke the silence and asked: “How have you been? Are you used to being home alone?”
“…Yeah, I'm fine…” Even though she knew it was just normal concern, Zhuang Chi still felt a little guilty. Fearing she would say too much and make a mistake, she answered concisely, “You don't need to worry about me. I'm just staying at home, it's nothing.”
After she finished her nonsense, she heard Gu Ximian hum as if in doubt, and then her voice came through, sounding a little down. Zhuang Chi knew this was a tone Gu Ximian only used when speaking to her, soft and alluring: “Really nothing? I thought you would miss me.”
“…”
Ah, this is not good. Zhuang Chi held her breath. After ensuring she wouldn't make any sound that could be heard on the other end of the line, she clutched her chest with difficulty. She felt as if the flames already burning inside her had been fueled, suddenly flaring up three zhang high, burning so intensely that she could barely maintain a steady breath. She could only hold the phone a little further away before she dared to let out a trembling, low gasp.
This susceptible period of hers was too torturous, perhaps because she hadn't ingested enough of her partner's pheromones. In the past, it would be over in two or three days, but this time, even though it was already the third day, there was still no sign of it passing. Zhuang Chi's thoughts aside, her body was clearly having trouble enduring it. Just like now, merely hearing her partner's casual, intimate words, the heat spread like a wildfire, engulfing her. But the sound of the burning wasn't the crackling of firewood, but rather a voice whispering in Zhuang Chi's ear: I want Gu Ximian.
Of course she missed her. Of course she missed Gu Ximian terribly. From morning to night, day after day…
Even her partner's voice was like adding fuel to the fire. Hearing it but not being able to touch her only brought a tremendous sense of emptiness, like quenching thirst by looking at plums. It even affected Zhuang Chi's emotions. The corners of her eyes were red from the heat, and physiological tears welled up. As her vision blurred, a hint of an indescribable grievance seemed to arise. The Alpha, muddled by the susceptible period, whimpered silently and buried her head, unconsciously hugging Gu Ximian's pajamas tighter, futilely seeking the scent of her Omega that was fading by the day on the clothing.
“…I miss you,” Even though it was uncomfortable, Zhuang Chi didn't want to send a signal for help to Gu Ximian at this moment and let her endurance of the past few days go to waste. She was worried that if she didn't respond for too long, Gu Ximian would sense something was wrong, so she spoke, trying her best to eliminate any nasal tone, and responded in a small voice, “I think about you every day…”
But Zhuang Chi soon realized that responding this way was not a good idea. The emotions she had been struggling to suppress would mistake it for permission to be voiced, and in an instant, they all surged to her throat, urging her to tell her partner everything, and then cry and beg for a comforting word that would make her feel better—
—That wouldn't do. Zhuang Chi shook her head forcefully, not wanting the weaker part of her to gain the upper hand during her susceptible period. She had no choice but to forcibly end the conversation before Gu Ximian could say anything more: “…I'm almost done washing… getting ready to get out, you… you go ahead and get busy, we'll talk again tomorrow…”
She spoke quickly, her thoughts fragmented. As she ruthlessly pressed the hang-up button, she dazedly realized that she had broken out in a thin layer of sweat, and she really did need to take another bath.
Gu Ximian will probably notice something is wrong. Zhuang Chi thought. She had never thought before that just hearing Gu Ximian's voice during her susceptible period could be a kind of stimulus. At this moment, she felt a sense of exhaustion, causing her to close her eyes tiredly.
…At least I've made it to the third day. I hope this susceptible period passes quickly.
The next day, for Zhuang Chi, the good news was that Gu Ximian somehow didn't question her about her strange behavior, allowing her to survive another day without incident. The bad news was that the susceptible period, now in its fourth day, still showed no signs of ending, leaving her with a worried frown.
…Don't tell me this susceptible period won't be over by the time Gu Ximian gets back. Isn't that the day after tomorrow? Zhuang Chi thought wistfully. What is this? This susceptible period of hers is just like a spoiled brat who lies on the ground, rolls around, and refuses to leave until it gets its favorite treat.
At this point, Zhuang Chi could only find humor in her misery. After a few days, she was gradually getting used to the heat. As long as she didn't hear Gu Ximian's voice unexpectedly like before, she felt she could barely maintain this state until the susceptible period was over—probably.
No matter what, it couldn't last forever. Zhuang Chi had already started to put her mind to how she would confess and apologize to Gu Ximian after she returned. Thinking about Gu Ximian was a sweet and slightly burdensome thing for her now, but it also had the effect of diverting her attention, which was a mixed blessing. She thought about this on and off for a day, and then, after dark, she went to sleep early, clutching Gu Ximian's pajamas. Perhaps because she had gotten used to this routine or because she had used her brain, she fell asleep quite quickly today.
—Unfortunately, it didn't last until she woke up naturally. Or perhaps it should be said, someone was unwilling to let her just sleep it off.
Before she opened her eyes, while still in her dream, Zhuang Chi first felt the pajamas in her arms being pulled away. She was groggy and didn't react, her first instinct being to hug it tighter, unwilling to let it go.
Then she heard a soft sigh, and a familiar voice sounded from the side of the bed: “Are you sure you want to keep hugging it?”
A buzz exploded in Zhuang Chi's mind. She shot her eyes open and saw Gu Ximian sitting beside her. For a moment, she thought she was still in a dream.
“Awake?”
Gu Ximian couldn't be bothered with that. She had been busy from yesterday until before boarding the plane, compressing her schedule to fly home early. The moment she entered the door, she was hit by a wave of bitter scent that made her angry, her mind filled with wanting to settle scores with Zhuang Chi. But when she entered the room and saw the person sleeping with a frown, looking uneasy, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Her mood was awkwardly stuck in the middle. Now, seeing Zhuang Chi still dazedly hugging her pajamas, refusing to let go, Gu Ximian felt a subtle displeasure arise: “What are you doing? I'm right here, are you still going to hug it?”
Even though Zhuang Chi had just woken up, these two short sentences were enough for her to realize that this was not a dream. Gu Ximian had truly appeared by her side, and… she didn't seem to be in a good mood.
Seeing Gu Ximian's brow furrow slightly, she immediately let go obediently, watching as Gu Ximian, without even turning her head, tossed the nightgown far away onto the bedroom sofa. Now that things had come to this, Zhuang Chi also understood that her attempt to hide her susceptible period had clearly failed. She wanted to say something to explain first, but just as she opened her mouth, Gu Ximian suddenly threw off the covers, then she watched as Gu Ximian kicked off her shoes, got on the bed, and sat directly on top of her.
Zhuang Chi flinched. The touch, the temperature, the scent, all her memories of Gu Ximian came flooding back in an instant, causing the speech she had been mentally rehearsing all day to vanish from her mind. She just stared blankly at Gu Ximian, watching her expressionlessly unbutton the collar of her shirt. She still looked angry, her attitude was incredibly cold, but the occasional glance she threw was moist and soft, like a water-soaked feather brushing against Zhuang Chi's heart.
She didn't say a word, but the hint she gave was already sufficient. Zhuang Chi's mouth was dry, feeling that the scene before her was like an unspeakable, beautiful dream. The heat of her susceptible period burned through her with devastating force. She inhaled with difficulty, greedily wanting to swallow the pheromones Gu Ximian was offering. Gu Ximian was very generous, probably seeing how long she had been tormented by the susceptible period. But Zhuang Chi's heart tightened again. She raised her head slightly to look at Gu Ximian and said softly, “For you to come back at this time… you must be very tired? Did you rest well on the plane? I'm actually—”
It seems she's about to say something stubborn again, Gu Ximian thought, knowing that once they start, it will consume both time and energy, so she's worried about her body.
To say she wasn't tired at all would be a lie, of course, but Gu Ximian didn't want Zhuang Chi to consider anything else right now, nor did she want to hear her continue. So she simply leaned over to stop her unfinished words, vengefully clamping Zhuang Chi's lower lip between her teeth and grinding it slightly, before she was willing to pull back a little.
“What do you think I came back for, to rest?”
Gu Ximian said, satisfied to see the eyes so close to hers gradually fill with a deep black. She then kissed the corner of the Alpha's eye, which was pitifully red from too much restraint, and whispered softly, “…Hold me.”
In the end, this susceptible period was resolved the old-fashioned way.
After waking up the next day and realizing her susceptible period was over, Zhuang Chi was speechless at her glands, which were incredibly docile once fed. She could only sigh that it was indeed difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
And Gu Ximian was not yet awake. She was sleeping soundly, hugging Zhuang Chi's arm. Zhuang Chi couldn't pull her hand out and didn't have the heart to wake her, so she lay in bed with her, looking at the faint dark circles under Gu Ximian's eyes, knowing she must have been very tired these past two days—especially yesterday. It was all her fault that Gu Ximian was so exhausted.
Zhuang Chi felt guilty, and seeing the marks on Gu Ximian's neck made her blush. She had to properly pull the blanket up for her. She obediently watched Gu Ximian for a long time before she finally saw her slowly open her eyes. When their eyes met, her eyes were still filled with a hazy sleepiness, but her whole body subconsciously moved closer into Zhuang Chi's embrace, letting out a soft nasal sound of someone not fully awake.
Cute. Zhuang Chi's heart melted into a puddle. She cooperatively reached out, intending to hold Gu Ximian tighter, but suddenly heard Gu Ximian, who was leaning in her arms, say, "I'm still angry, you know."
Zhuang Chi's raised hand froze abruptly, somewhat unsure whether to put it down or not. Gu Ximian glanced at it, directly pulled her hand to rest on her waist, and then, maintaining this posture, prepared to start her interrogation, her voice lazily drawing out: “You'd better confess. Why didn't you tell me earlier that your susceptible period had started?”
There was no need to hide it anymore. Zhuang Chi silently explained her thoughts of not wanting to disturb Gu Ximian's work. Gu Ximian listened quietly and let out a soft hum, "That's what I thought."
From her tone, it was clear she had already figured it out. Zhuang Chi blinked blankly and asked, “…Did you guess it during my voice call earlier?”
“I sensed something was wrong even before that,” Gu Ximian said, feeling regretful that she should have been able to figure it out sooner. She sighed, “Then I asked the butler, and learned you hadn't left the house these past few days—so I basically guessed it. Honestly, I should have told the butler to keep an eye on you and inform me immediately if a situation like this happens again…”
“…No, there won't be a next time.”
She suddenly changed course, looking up directly at Zhuang Chi, her tone slightly stern: “I don't care what the situation is, from now on, as soon as your susceptible period arrives, you must tell me first, understand?”
Zhuang Chi shrank under her gaze, then hesitated a little: “But… in a situation like this…”
“No buts.” Her words were cut off by Gu Ximian, who was sternly righteous, “Don't think about other things. Anyway, I am your partner, so of course I should have the right to know about this. Have I ever hidden it from you?”
…Although she hadn't… Zhuang Chi felt that she was indeed in the wrong, so she had to turn to other aspects: “Then… then why don't we go find Lou Che later to learn about that pheromone storage technology? That way we can be prepared for emergencies, otherwise I'm too inseparable from you, I'll always be causing you trouble…”
“What trouble…” she muttered in a small voice first, before Gu Ximian went back to thinking about the first half of Zhuang Chi's sentence. She was quiet for a long while, and just when Zhuang Chi was feeling a little at a loss, she whispered, “You want to store my pheromones to use during your susceptible period?”
Just as Zhuang Chi was about to nod, she heard Gu Ximian sigh and say softly, “I heard that technology requires drawing blood from the glands to work. If you want, I can go try it later—”
“Glands??” Zhuang Chi's eyes widened in shock, and she immediately vetoed it, “Don't you go! It hurts to even touch a place like the glands, how could I let you have blood drawn… We're not storing it, we're not storing it. This is perfectly fine as it is.”
A curve subtly appeared on Gu Ximian's lips. She buried her head back into Zhuang Chi's shoulder and said warmly, “Then the matter of telling me immediately when your susceptible period comes, does that mean you've agreed?”
Sensing that Zhuang Chi was still a little hesitant, Gu Ximian didn't get angry. She coaxed her sweetly in her ear: “This kind of thing is very normal. Who doesn't have sudden situations at work? Everyone can accept it. Besides, why don't you just come on business trips with me next time? We're going to be working together in the future anyway…”
She knew that Zhuang Chi was always soft-hearted when it came to her, and now was a time when Zhuang Chi was feeling sorry and guilty after being bullied all night. So Gu Ximian didn't have to put in much effort to get the affirmative answer she wanted. She was instantly satisfied, even forgetting the soreness in her body. She wrapped her arms around Zhuang Chi's neck and pressed herself close, sated by the warmth of her partner whom she couldn't touch for the past few days.
Really, every word she said sounded like she was simply considering Zhuang Chi, but what about the reality? Gu Ximian thought.
This time, the technology is still not perfect, so it requires drawing blood from the glands. But what if it becomes more advanced in the future, requiring only a normal blood draw, or even some more convenient and painless method to store pheromones—
—Gu Ximian would probably still not want to store them.
In the end, it has nothing to do with the method. If Gu Ximian wanted to do it, drawing blood from the glands would be no big deal. The reason she's like this is simply because… she wants Zhuang Chi to be attached only to her.
Gu Ximian thought that there should be nothing in this world that could “replace” her in comforting Zhuang Chi, even if it was her stored pheromones or the clothes she had worn, they were still all forbidden from surpassing her. Since she could comfort Zhuang Chi very well, why would she need to rely on external forces? This was her partner, after all.
Being inseparable is also very normal, right?
Zhuang Chi thinks she's the one who can't be without Gu Ximian, but is that really the case? Who is more inseparable from whom?
During these few days of brief separation, while Zhuang Chi was troubled by her susceptible period and forcing herself to sleep early, who was it, with a seven-hour time difference, who tossed and turned every night, unable to sleep without the familiar warmth and scent beside her? After that voice call, while Zhuang Chi was engulfed in uncontrollable heat, who was it that felt a heat no less than a susceptible period from Zhuang Chi's “I miss you,” and upon finally being able to return to her room, her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, having an entire night of unspeakable dreams, and waking up with a hoarse throat?
Gu Ximian turned her head, her lips brushing an absent-minded kiss against Zhuang Chi's neck. She decisively followed up to give a complete kiss. The glands on her own neck were still faintly numb; Zhuang Chi had bitten very deep yesterday—as she had requested.
The unbearable torment of separation and the burning longing have only now landed. Gu Ximian has always understood that for those emotions, there is no other antidote than the person before her—or perhaps it's the same for Zhuang Chi. They need each other, as if they were born to fit together seamlessly.
Everything was perfectly back on track. Gu Ximian hugged Zhuang Chi tightly, content, and then closed her eyes.
She knew they could finally get a good night's sleep.
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