A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 47
Chapter 47: Bite
“Hotel.”
The word slipped from Yan Wei’s lips like a chilled soda, lightly sprinkling itself over Jiang Mi’s nerves, which were sticky and sluggish from the heat.
Jiang Mi froze, then replied, “We’ll get photographed too easily—and you need an ID.”
Especially at this hour.
The air outside the car felt like layers of glue—thick and suffocating, as if summer had arrived all at once.
Yan Wei’s taut profile reflected in the window. Her fingers tapped on the edge of the steering wheel. Nearly seven hours had passed since they set off. She was nearing her breaking point.
“…I need a shower.”
By June, Jin City was already hot and humid. Even inside the car, the stickiness was unbearable.
Jiang Mi stayed silent. The air was heavy, swirling with heat. Even the trees along the roadside looked wilted. Jin City wasn’t cool today at all, but she wasn’t too keen on going to a hotel.
Mainly because you needed an ID.
If someone saw her and Yan Wei entering a hotel together—especially given their current situation—it would only add fuel to the fire.
The car merged into traffic.
Familiar street scenes flew by outside the darkened windows, like sepia-toned old film reels. Jiang Mi’s gaze followed the flashing streets, and then she remembered something.
“If you really need to fix this—” she chose her words carefully, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the leather seat, “I know a place…”
Traffic light.
The car slowed down.
Yan Wei turned to look at her. Jiang Mi’s expression wasn’t exactly natural. She wasn’t sure if Yan Wei would actually agree to this place.
“You know the way?”
Jiang Mi nodded. Yan Wei asked, “Aren’t you going to tell me what kind of place it is?”
Yan Wei’s eyes rested on the delicate bridge of Jiang Mi’s nose. “What’s there to ask? Afraid you’ll do something to me?”
Her expression was cold and laced with irritation, but the corners of her lips slightly curled—creating an oddly stark contrast.
Right before the light turned red, Yan Wei looked away. “Can you even do it?”
Jiang Mi: “…”
Why did that sound so weird?
It seemed like a question, but there was an undercurrent of ambiguous teasing.
Jiang Mi let out a soft chuckle, opened her phone, and searched for the place. She used to go there during summer breaks in middle school with Jiang Hu and the others—no idea if it was still open now.
Ten minutes later, a shop sign lit with “Bathhouse” in LED appeared in their view.
It wasn’t the same old sign from years ago, but it still followed the 24-hour open tradition. Most importantly, no ID was needed. At this hour, there wouldn’t be many people.
She glanced at Yan Wei. “Is this okay?”
Seeing Yan Wei’s hesitant expression, she added quickly, “If you want to shower now, this is the only option.”
Silence filled the narrow space of the car.
Yan Wei’s intense gaze stayed on Jiang Mi, without a word.
Jiang Mi took two masks from her bag—one she gently placed in the storage compartment by the driver’s seat, and the other she hooked behind her ears with practiced ease.
When she finished, she noticed Yan Wei was still unmoving, staring at her. Jiang Mi sighed silently.
She picked up the untouched mask, tore open the wrapper, and handed it to Yan Wei again.
But Yan Wei still didn’t move. Her eyes were locked on Jiang Mi, her body unresponsive.
That steady gaze made Jiang Mi uncomfortable. The cramped space became stifling. She could feel her throat tightening, the urge to escape intensifying.
In that silent standoff, Jiang Mi realized she had backed down first.
She lightly pulled the elastic strap of the mask, leaned forward—
Yan Wei’s thick black hair was loosely tied at the back. A few strands fluttered near her ear from the AC. Jiang Mi instinctively reached out, gently brushing the stray hairs aside. Her fingertips briefly skimmed the edge of Yan Wei’s ear.
In that instant, she felt a subtle but unmistakable shift in Yan Wei’s aura.
It was familiar. And possessive.
And yet at the same time, Yan Wei—with her unblinking gaze—seemed like a pet waiting patiently for her owner’s affection.
A pet…
Jiang Mi was surprised by the word that popped into her mind.
Even though it was just a passing thought, she found it oddly satisfying. She wondered—when Yan Wei looked at her like this, motionless—did she feel the same thing?
And when she thought about it carefully, maybe she didn’t mind that at all.
But that was only if they had a normal relationship.
Yan Wei’s aura of brandy mellowed slightly. They both got out of the car. Jiang Mi led the way. At this hour, there were almost no people. On the second floor, you just had to pay at the counter to get in.
The woman behind the counter was around fifty. She glanced up at them, then back down, tapping keys with one finger. “Front desk isn’t here, hang on.”
Jiang Mi thought, even heaven’s helping—if it had been a younger girl, they might have been recognized.
“A communal bath?”
Jiang Mi replied, “Auntie, I remember you used to have private rooms?”
The woman looked at her screen, fingers still typing. “We do. Four-person, six-person… they’re bigger, but pricier. Couples can use the double—very nice. Food and drinks too.”
Jiang Mi: “…”
She cleared her throat and glanced quickly at Yan Wei beside her, then lowered her voice: “Then… the double, I guess.” After a pause, she added, “I won’t be bathing.”
The woman looked up again, scanning between the two of them. “That’s a waste of money if you’re not going to use it.”
Jiang Mi: “…”
Yan Wei stood silently to the side, phoenix eyes tilted slightly upward. Beneath her black mask, her lips moved just a bit—clearly amused by Jiang Mi’s fluster.
Jiang Mi knew Yan Wei was staring. She looked up, voice louder now: “Fine, double it is.”
She took the number card.
“Need disposable towels and toiletries?” asked the woman.
Jiang Mi nodded.
Without another word, the woman handed over two sets, neatly placing them on the counter.
Just as Jiang Mi turned to leave, the woman called out again: “Wait, sorry—forgot to mention the deposit.”
Since when did bathhouses take deposits?
The woman kept typing. “There are… safety items in the locker. If used, you’ll be charged when you check out.”
Jiang Mi’s heart skipped. She instantly understood what that meant.
She instinctively tried to suppress her breath and replied, “We won’t need them. We…”
Mid-sentence, she stopped herself. What’s the point of explaining?
At this point, she didn’t even dare look at Yan Wei.
To prove her innocence, she asked: “Auntie, this is still a legit bathhouse, right?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Jiang Mi straightened her back. She turned to Yan Wei. “Let’s go.”
See? Totally legit.
Yan Wei didn’t say a word the whole time. Her gaze followed Jiang Mi’s every move—quietly wrapping around her.
She resented Jiang Mi for keeping things too proper, yet she also admired her purity—like someone completely lacking pheromones.
Jiang Mi led the way, occasionally glancing back to make sure Yan Wei was following. She couldn’t help but sigh at how things had changed—bathhouses now had couples’ rooms… and even protection.
They reached the bath area.
Outside was a shared changing space. Against one wall stood a clear acrylic display, packed with various adult items in bright light.
Jiang Mi quickly looked away, as if scalded.
This was more embarrassing than a hotel.
She turned to Yan Wei, trying to sound composed. “You go in. I’ll wait out here.”
Yan Wei met her gaze. Her tone was unreadable. “Mm.”
Before the sound faded, Yan Wei’s pale fingers were already at her collar, undoing buttons.
Jiang Mi’s breath caught. She turned away instinctively, back straight.
She could see Yan Wei’s red ears. The alpha said nothing and kept undressing.
When she finished, she tossed her shirt into the laundry bin. Her gaze drifted to Jiang Mi’s rigid back—her straight spine, the curve of her waist beneath her long skirt, the taut roundness of her hips…
Sometimes, Yan Wei found herself strange. She’d never had interest in alphas before. But with Jiang Mi, she always wanted to do something.
Touch her. Kiss her.
Make love.
Over and over.
The laundry bin was right beside Jiang Mi.
As the sound of rustling fabric passed close to her, she could feel the hem of a skirt brush by—carrying fragrance.
She remembered Yan Wei straddling her in the car.
Jiang Mi’s throat tightened. She stole a glance and her eyes widened—it was white.
She shifted away subtly.
Then she heard Yan Wei’s cold chuckle.
“Jiang Mi.”
Jiang Mi asked, “What?”
“Just calling your name.”
“…Oh.”
She heard the sliding glass door open, but not close. Then footsteps receded. Water flowed.
Like rain. Soaking that body.
Jiang Mi touched her neck. The pulse at the back was beating wildly—aroused by Yan Wei.
She knew Yan Wei was doing it on purpose.
The brandy in the air overwhelmed her breath, trapping her in the scent.
She’d never held her liquor well. And this was Yan Wei.
She tried to pull her mind away from the water sounds. From the trembling body. From the memories of Yan Wei.
But in that moment, Yan Wei embraced her from behind.
Wet. Dripping.
Soaked in steam. And heat.
And so soft.
“Alright, Jiang Mi.”
Yan Wei’s cool voice was hoarse. Her fingertips teased the fabric of Jiang Mi’s skirt, nails grazing the skin beneath.
She said, “You win.”
Jiang Mi grabbed her hand, startled by the warmth. “What?”
Yan Wei leaned into her ear. Hot breath enveloped her.
Jiang Mi’s eyelashes fluttered. She didn’t even notice when Yan Wei took her hand behind her back, until the steam touched her skin—her heart clenched.
She heard a sigh. Lazy. With a dangerous edge.
Yan Wei whispered at her ear— “I like you.”
And the moment the words fell, Yan Wei bit into her gland.