Summary
Mu Xi transmigrated into a book and became the all-purpose butler, practically a tool person.
Every day, she diligently cleaned up messes for the young master and conscientiously handled the aftermath for the madam…
Few remembered that Mu Xi was actually a powerful alpha back then.
Strong physique, sharp mind, and most importantly, pheromones as alluring as her stunning beauty, enough to tempt any omega…
Perhaps it was because her pheromones were too exceptional that Mu Xi attracted someone she shouldn’t have.
The apple of her employer’s eye, the pale and frail young miss Nan Xi, who was always confined indoors.
No one knew how a constantly busy butler and a young lady who never went out unless absolutely necessary ended up in the same bed.
After that night, Nan Xi remained polite and distant towards Mu Xi, making Mu Xi wonder:
Was the charming omega who was so passionate, with eyes full of allure, and whose lips were almost inseparable from hers that night really this young miss…?
Until Nan Xi’s next heat cycle.
The slender woman, wearing only a thin nightgown, leaned softly against Mu Xi’s door, seemingly (jiāomèi – charmingly flirtatious), ignoring Mu Xi’s “This isn’t right” and “Don’t come closer,” step by step approaching and hooking onto that flustered hand…
Naturally, they slept together again.
Mu Xi belatedly realized.
The young miss seemed to be treating her as a secret lover to relieve her heat.
The first time she ended up in bed with Mu Xi was by Nan Xi’s design.
When she discovered that the new butler in her house was the woman who had cheated her five years ago and then disappeared—
She decisively took advantage of Mu Xi’s estrus and slept with her.
But afterwards, she was shy and at a loss, as if she really didn’t remember her old lover at all.
It doesn’t matter.
Nan Xi only needed a tool person to help her release her desires during her heat.
In her increasingly bewildered and deeply infatuated gaze… she always retreated, just like she had done to her back then.
Even if her own fingers were trembling, and the longing in her heart kept clamoring.
That’s right, just like this, and nothing more.