A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Relationship

 

Yan Wei’s gaze was far too direct—so direct that Jiang Mi didn’t need to analyze it carefully to understand what it meant. She stood beside the coffee table, and for some reason, her fingers tingled slightly for a moment.

 

Jiang Mi pressed her lips together. “Teacher Yan, what do you want to switch to this time?”

 

Silence fell over the room for a few seconds as the two locked eyes. Jiang Mi was the first to look away. She walked over to the coffee table and poured herself a glass of water. “Why don’t we switch to something more interesting this time?”

 

Yan Wei raised an eyebrow lightly. “Go on.”

 

Jiang Mi said, “We’ll take turns asking each other questions. If one of us chooses not to answer, the game ends.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Yan Wei agreed without hesitation, which genuinely surprised Jiang Mi for a moment.

 

It felt like playing a game with a child. Yan Wei hadn’t expected herself to still have the patience for something like this.

 

She just found it amusing—especially seeing the expression on Jiang Mi’s face, and hearing that her foot injury had been Mo Yun’s doing. That shock and the barely hidden sadness had, strangely enough, soothed the restlessness that had plagued her all day.

 

But there was another, more twisted thought in her mind. She wanted Jiang Mi to see the scene with her own eyes. If she did, would she still respect Mo Yun the way she did? How would Jiang Mi view the people in this household then? How would she see her?

 

Yan Wei watched as Jiang Mi carried her glass of water over and sat on the sofa beside her. After taking a sip, Jiang Mi’s dry, rose-colored lips instantly appeared dewy, like a bright rose after the rain—waiting to be plucked.

 

Those lips began to speak.

 

“Mm… I asked first, so now it’s your turn to ask me something,” Jiang Mi said.

 

So, Yan Wei asked:

 

“What are you thinking about right now?”

 

Jiang Mi paused. It was such a simple question. “I was wondering what you were going to ask.”

 

Yan Wei stared at her in silence, waiting for her to continue the game.

 

Jiang Mi asked, “Teacher Yan, have you ever been in love?”

 

Yan Wei: “No. Have you?”

 

Jiang Mi shook her head. Did Yan Wei think she’d been lying when she told Jiang Qiu she’d never been in a relationship? But…

 

“You don’t seem like someone who hasn’t,” Jiang Mi said.

 

Especially when it came to kissing or anything else—she seemed like a total pro.

 

Jiang Mi didn’t want to dwell on that thought too much. It was normal—Yan Wei wasn’t a child. It wouldn’t be strange at all for someone to have been in love at 27.

 

So she blurted out the question on her mind: “Then how are you so good at it on screen? I remember this is only your second film with a kissing scene, right?”

 

Yan Wei looked at her for a moment and tugged at the corner of her lips. “That’s two questions. Think carefully. Pick one.”

 

Jiang Mi: “…”

 

So strict, this teacher.

 

“Then I’ll ask the first one—how did you learn?”

 

“In private.”

 

“…”

 

Jiang Mi looked at her in disbelief. “Teacher Yan, are you seriously cheating?”

 

Yan Wei didn’t seem the least bit upset by the accusation. She replied slowly, “Your turn’s over. Now it’s mine.”

 

Jiang Mi thought about it and realized she could only accept the loss. She had asked a poor question and Yan Wei had taken advantage of the loophole. Fine. Next round, she’d be more careful.

 

While she was deep in thought, Yan Wei’s cool voice suddenly broke in:

 

“Jiang Mi, you can smell my pheromones, can’t you?”

 

The words echoed in her ears. Jiang Mi’s heart jolted, and she looked away from Yan Wei’s steady gaze, guilty and anxious.

 

If you thought about it too deeply, smelling someone’s pheromones without their knowledge was like secretly doing something perverted behind their back. That was why, the longer she kept it to herself, the harder it became to confess.

 

But now Yan Wei had figured it out—and called her out directly. She didn’t even have time to react.

 

“I…”

 

“So… you actually know exactly what I’m thinking.”

 

Jiang Mi’s face flushed again, but she had learned to control her expression in front of Yan Wei. She slowed her breathing and tried to mimic Yan Wei’s silence and composure.

 

Yan Wei’s gaze, filled with soft light from the room, landed on her flushed cheeks. As if needing an outlet, her fingers rubbed lightly against the sofa.

 

“Do you know… I can smell yours too?”

 

Jiang Mi was stunned.

 

Her eyes widened.

 

“Perfect matches” were rare in A/O dynamics. And most of those matches only resulted in one-way pheromone sensitivity—usually the Alpha sensing the Omega. That was why Jiang Mi had always assumed she was the only one who could detect Yan Wei’s scent.

 

Which meant every time her pheromones had fluctuated, Yan Wei had sensed it too.

 

Her mind immediately conjured up those scenes: the pheromones intertwined during emotional performances, in cramped fitting rooms, in old rented apartments…

 

She lifted her glass and took two large sips of warm water, trying to cool her burning heart, feigning composure.

 

So… it was even now, right?

 

“Jiang Mi.”

 

“Mm?”

 

“Do you want to keep playing?”

 

Jiang Mi looked up from her glass. “I’m fine with it.” She paused. “Let’s continue.”

 

If Yan Wei hadn’t said stop, what did she have to be afraid of?

 

“Whose turn is it?”

 

The past few exchanges had her a little muddled. After thinking it through, she realized it was her turn. Only one thought remained in her head:

 

“You used to dislike me so much… but once you knew we were a high match, why did you still keep me around?”

 

Yan Wei said, “I don’t know.”

 

She paused for a second, her throat dry, and looked toward the liquor cabinet. “Partly because you’re right for the role. Jiang Mi, pour me another drink.”

 

Jiang Mi muttered under her breath, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t drink more? You’re still recovering.”

 

“Then should I get it myself?” Yan Wei said, leaning forward to reach for her slippers.

 

Jiang Mi: “…”

 

She hesitated, then stood up, took the empty glass from the coffee table, and for the second time walked to the cabinet. Head lowered: “What’s the other part of the reason?”

 

She poured just a little—less than last time.

 

Yan Wei looked at the wine’s deep color, contrasting sharply with Jiang Mi’s pale fingers.

 

She didn’t answer right away, waiting instead for Jiang Mi to return with the glass and hand it to her.

 

Yan Wei reached out to take it, her eyes falling on the swirling wine. It reminded her of their first time—how wet it had been.

 

That raw, unfamiliar physical reaction.

 

That sudden and overwhelming emotional high.

 

All of it had happened in Jiang Mi’s audition room.

 

Back then, she looked at the smiling face on Jiang Mi’s résumé, listened to Jiang Qiu ask if she’d be coming to the party that night, and solemnly shook her head. But beneath her long skirt, she’d been a mess of desire.

 

Yan Wei didn’t feel ashamed of it. If anything, she saw that experience as a new spark of life.

 

It was the first time in a long time she had felt a different kind of purpose—a reason to live.

 

How interesting.

 

“What’s the other part of the reason?” Jiang Mi asked again.

 

Yan Wei repeated the question in her mind.

 

Then her fingertip brushed Jiang Mi’s, hooking gently. She lifted her eyes, now subtly tinged with red, and parted her lips.

 

“Jiang Mi, sleep with me?”

 

…

 

As the wine glass tipped, Jiang Mi caught it just in time—along with Yan Wei’s teasing finger—and gripped both firmly in her hand.

 

The wine still spilled onto their hands, trickling over their pale skin like a forked stream, then drop by drop onto the tiled floor.

 

The scene felt strangely indecent.

 

Jiang Mi took a deep breath. Her voice wasn’t steady, and the pheromones in the air had become so thick and sticky that her teeth itched and her glands swelled. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating.

 

Just like when Yan Wei had held her ankle earlier, touching the little sun tattoo as if caressing it—she had also thought she was imagining it then.

 

So she asked:

 

“Miss Yan, are you sure you’re okay with alcohol?”

 

Yan Wei let out a soft scoff—more like a breath than a laugh, void of any emotion, not even gentleness. Her eyes were dark, as if they could absorb everything.

 

“Jiang Mi, I’m not drunk.”

 

She was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling, the heat almost enough to evaporate the damp hem of her skirt.

 

“Jiang Mi.”

 

“Mm…”

 

Jiang Mi looked at Yan Wei. Her dewy eyes were clear yet filled with an unmatched desire. Those eyes were too beautiful—so beautiful that Yan Wei suddenly felt they shouldn’t be seen by anyone else.

 

Someone like Jiang Mi would inevitably be noticed by more and more people. Many would fall for her, bowing down to her powerful Alpha pheromones. Once she truly entered the industry, there would be people trying everything to get her into bed—or use her to get into others’—that was just the way things worked.

 

Strangely, just the thought of this made Yan Wei feel unbearably irritated.

 

Her patience snapped. She told Jiang Mi, “Bend over.”

 

Jiang Mi blinked. She hadn’t planned to be so passive, but her body bent forward as if compelled by some invisible force. Yan Wei drank the rest of the wine from her hand, set the glass down, and then hooked her arms around Jiang Mi’s neck. Jiang Mi followed the pull and leaned down.

 

She smelled the rich aroma of red wine—on her tongue, in her mouth, quickly overwhelmed by the taste of alcohol.

 

In that moment, Jiang Mi even forgot how it had all started.

 

She only came back to her senses when she felt the warmth wrapping around her fingers, the soft swell in her palm, and heard the woman’s gentle moans.

 

The black skirt was still damp, clinging to her heated wrist. She was inexperienced, so she moved carefully.

 

“Jiang Mi, not like that.”

 

Yan Wei was no longer steady, her breath caught in her throat. Her chin rested on Jiang Mi’s shoulder, and the lip she had bitten was now trembling with gasps.

 

Jiang Mi supported Yan Wei with one arm and paused to ask.

 

It was too hot—both of them were. Yan Wei was even hotter, like molten lava boiling inside a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

 

Jiang Mi tilted her head slightly, brushing against Yan Wei’s damp cheek. The moisture didn’t bother her; in fact, it made her even more entranced.

 

She heard Yan Wei give her a command.

 

Harder.

 

Jiang Mi, harder.

 

F*ck me.

 

Jiang Mi closed her eyes. It all felt like a dream. Yan Wei falling apart in her arms, her black hair tangled around her wrist.

 

She would never forget this day—how Yan Wei was anything but cold. Her body, her lips, her entire being radiated heat.

 

Their first time was on the sofa.

 

It was wild, fast, and intense.

 

Yan Wei lay on the coffee table afterward, her perfect body rising and falling with her breath under the dim light. She looked up at Jiang Mi, who was bent over her. Jiang Mi was looking back at her.

 

After everything stopped, only the sound of breathing remained.

 

Who broke the silence first?

 

Neither of them remembered.

 

From the sofa to the bathroom.

 

Over and over again.

 

Even the rain outside couldn’t take it anymore and began falling again—

 

Tapping against the glass, again and again.

 

…

 

It was late into the night.

 

Exhausted but clinging to her last shred of awareness, Yan Wei got up from the bed. Her hands couldn’t even support her weight anymore, so Jiang Mi helped her up from behind.

 

Yan Wei’s lower back was numb. She turned to Jiang Mi and saw the shy expression on her face. Despite all they had done—everything except marking—Jiang Mi looked as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t just boldly asked if it felt good.

 

Yan Wei was exhausted, but a faint smile played at her lips. She didn’t say anything and headed for the bathroom.

 

When she returned, she saw Jiang Mi in a bathrobe sitting on the sofa. The room had been tidied up, no trace left on the floor or the sofa.

 

“Let me disinfect and re-bandage your ankle,” Jiang Mi said.

 

Actually, the first time they had gone to the bathroom, Jiang Mi had remembered Yan Wei’s injury. But at that moment, with Yan Wei clinging to her neck and barely letting her breathe, there was no time to think. When Yan Wei wrapped her legs around her waist and pulled her in with trembling hands, all Jiang Mi could see in her mind were exploding fireworks.

 

Yan Wei sat on the sofa, pulling her robe up slightly and lifting her leg. The robe slid down, revealing a long, pale limb.

 

Jiang Mi bit her lip, catching a glimpse of red marks on the inner thigh.

 

It still felt like a dream.

 

As she dabbed iodine on the wound, she looked up and asked, “Does it hurt?”

 

Leaning back on the sofa, Yan Wei replied lazily, “No.”

 

She was spent, but her body had never felt so liberated. She was so happy it almost hurt. She even thought—dying now wouldn’t be so bad.

 

Yan Wei let herself sink into the sofa, not wanting to think about anything. Her mind began to drift…

 

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a gentle voice.

 

“Miss Yan.”

 

Yan Wei opened her eyes.

 

Seeing how tired she looked, Jiang Mi hadn’t wanted to press her, but after hesitating, she still asked, “What exactly are we now?”

 

Yan Wei looked up, stared for a moment, then slowly sat up, moving her foot off Jiang Mi’s hand and onto the sofa.

 

She bent her knees and asked in return, “What do you think?”

 

Jiang Mi replied, “I asked you first this time.”

 

She wanted to take the lead for once. Biting her slightly swollen, flushed lips, she asked, “Do you… like me?”

 

The first answer was silence.

 

Yan Wei realized she didn’t like being asked this question.

 

But she did seriously consider it. If the question was whether she liked Jiang Mi’s scent, Jiang Mi’s body, or her raw but talented touch—then yes, she did.

 

This immature Jiang Mi would become very interesting with a little guidance.

 

Like her kiss.

 

“Or do you just want to… do this with me? Was it just a moment of impulse earlier?” Jiang Mi chose to be blunt. She’d said before—she never won at hide-and-seek.

 

But deep down, she didn’t want to say the second part. She didn’t believe it was just an impulse between them.

 

Jiang Mi said, “I want to know.”

 

Finally, Yan Wei spoke: “Jiang Mi.”

 

She looked straight at her and slowly asked, “Can you accept a relationship without feelings?”

 

Jiang Mi froze. “What?”