A Pair of Evil Women's Love - Chapter 43

Chapter 43

“Beep.”

The apartment door was unlocked. Fu Haitang walked in with dark circles under her eyes, carrying a takeout breakfast as usual. She was a little earlier today, having returned just after 4 AM.

Fu Haitang took a quick shower, then dragged her weary body to the second bedroom.

“How many people am I working for?” Fu Haitang mumbled, adjusting a slipped shoulder strap and sitting cross-legged on the bed. She picked up the medicinal oil and pulled Fu Yilan’s long legs onto her lap.

The scent of the oil wafted out, thankfully not too pungent. Fu Haitang yawned and, with a quick motion, pulled down the nightgown that had ridden up to Fu Yilan’s knees. “Why are you wearing a skirt? It’s so inconvenient when you’re living alone.”

It was a good thing Fu Yilan was asleep. If she had been awake and heard Fu Haitang’s words, she would have cursed her for being shameless.

Fu Haitang rubbed the medicinal oil until it was warm, then carefully massaged the top of Fu Yilan’s foot. It seemed that even in the vocal group, the training intensity hadn’t decreased at all. Fu Yilan was sleeping so soundly that she didn’t react at all.

Fu Haitang smiled, and her movements unconsciously became gentler.

Asleep, Fu Yilan looked even more adorable. Without the stubbornness in her eyes, she looked like a harmless sleeping beauty.

“Mom…” Fu Yilan mumbled in her sleep, then turned over.

Fu Haitang quickly raised her hands and held her breath, letting her turn.

“Phew.” Fu Haitang exhaled, then slowly and gently moved the sleeping Fu Yilan back to her original position, putting her feet back on her lap. “You’re not being good even with a leg injury!”

Fu Yilan’s head was on a silk pillow, her cheek was slightly flattened, and her lips were pouted from her sleeping position, making her look like a pufferfish. Fu Haitang held back her laugh, then took out her phone and aimed it at Fu Yilan’s face. “Click.”

The flash went off, and the light instantly overpowered the bedside lamp. Fu Haitang almost threw her phone, but she quickly scooped it up and held it to her stomach!

Thankfully, Fu Yilan didn’t wake up.

Fu Haitang: “…”

Despite the low temperature in the room, Fu Haitang broke out in a sweat. She carefully moved Fu Yilan’s feet back onto the bed, washed her hands, and returned to turn off the light for her. Fu Yilan was a restless sleeper and often talked in her sleep.

But she was eating her hair? A lock of hair was in her mouth, and Fu Yilan sucked on it twice.

Fu Haitang couldn’t stand it. She reached out to take it away, but as soon as she pulled the hair out, the person actually sucked on her finger?

It was warm and wet.

Fu Haitang swallowed, trying to pull her finger out, but the tip was held and bitten a few times.

The bites weren’t painful.

But they were quite a powerful force.

Fu Haitang pursed her lips and quietly leaned closer to Fu Yilan. She even watched her for a while, wondering if she was faking sleep.

She was really asleep.

Fu Haitang’s gaze shifted downward, landing on those lips. She bent her finger that was in the other’s mouth, and as her fingertip rubbed, Fu Yilan let out a low, muffled moan.

“If you don’t let me go, I won’t be polite,” Fu Haitang said softly, threateningly.

Fu Yilan’s lips moved. She not only ignored the threat but became even more aggressive, chewing and sucking, repeatedly gnawing on that finger. Fu Haitang’s body temperature rose, and the back of her neck felt hot.

Fu Haitang’s throat was dry. Her gaze wandered, falling on Fu Yilan’s unfastened ribbon. The heaving of her chest was like a flower on a cliff, quivering and tempting, surrounded by threatening rocks, cliffs, and storms.

Just as Fu Haitang’s reason was on the verge of losing control, she could easily take her.

Further down was the collapsed nightgown, with messy wrinkles at her waist, outlining her slender waist.

Then came her hips and legs, a full stalk of wheat on a slender stem. Chewing it raw yielded a faint fragrance, but cooked, it was a delicacy. Fu Haitang came to her senses, her hand already gripping that thigh.

A light squeeze left two red marks. She pursed her lips. If she didn’t stop, her pheromones would go out of control, and she would indeed “cook” Fu Yilan. She swallowed, took a deep breath, and withdrew her intrusive hand.

Fu Haitang closed her eyes as if to pull her hand out, but the base of her finger ached. Was Fu Yilan fighting with someone for a snack in her dream? The bites were so fierce!

…Like an infant biting on a pacifier.

Fu Haitang: “…” This description was truly terrible. All her lust disappeared. Fu Haitang grabbed a lock of hair and brought it to Fu Yilan’s nose, gently tickling it.

Fu Yilan frowned and, as expected, sneezed.

Fu Haitang took the opportunity to pull her hand back. She clenched her “violated” index finger into a fist, hiding it behind her back as if it were a cherished treasure!

She was overjoyed to have it back! Fu Haitang laughed. “Do you know my hands are so beautiful they could be a hand model? You almost ate it!”

“Mmm…”

Fu Yilan turned over. She seemed to have sensed something and made an effort to open her eyelids. She only caught a glimpse of the figure disappearing into the light and shadow of the doorway, but the next second, she fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn’t until five alarms went off one after another that Fu Yilan finally sat up in bed.

The sky outside the window was bright, and the light shone into the room through the thick curtains. Fu Yilan sat still on the bed, slowly rebooting her brain.

The dream was about a dog as usual, but the “dog” in her dream was shapeless, just behaving suspiciously. Fu Yilan called it a dog.

Before, it had only licked her back and legs, but last night, it had licked her thighs.

“…That dog is too much.”

Her hair was disheveled, one of her shoulder straps had slipped, and her long black hair was a little frizzy. Her eyes were tired from a lack of sleep. She looked at her feet.

Doing the math, her heat cycle was approaching.

Uh…

Could that dog be Fu Haitang?

Who else could so brazenly harass her in her dreams besides Fu Haitang?

Her heat cycle was coming. If… actually, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Wait! Absolutely not! Zeng Jingmeng’s curses suddenly rang in her ears. Her words, “that cheating Alpha is just lusting after her body,” still echoed in her mind. If she got together with her so quickly, Zeng Jingmeng would probably curse her to death!

Fu Yilan shook off the thought, put on her shoes, and got out of bed.

The living room lights were blinding. As she walked out of the bedroom, Fu Yilan squinted against the light. She turned her head, instinctively raising her hand to shield her eyes. After a few seconds of adjustment, she saw the breakfast on the table.

Ji Xiaotong hadn’t slept all night and was waiting to take Fu Yilan to the TV station before going back to catch up on sleep. She greeted Fu Yilan and told her to eat.

Fu Yilan: “Where’s Fu Haitang?”

Ji Xiaotong: “She went for a run.”

“A run?” Fu Yilan frowned.

Ji Xiaotong hummed. “She’s crazy. She came back this morning, slept for an hour, and then went for a run. Maybe she has some anger she needs to vent.”

Fu Yilan: “…”

Fu Haitang and her heat cycles were close. Maybe that’s why.

The apartment door opened, revealing the person standing in the shadows cast by the lights.

Fu Yilan: “…” Since when did the entryway have a light-and-shadow effect?

Fu Haitang walked into the room. The omega, covered in sweat, brought with her the scent of a workout. Her face was flushed, and her skin, which looked a few shades lighter due to the evaporating sweat, walked over. She picked up a cup of water from the table, chugged it, and then let out a big sigh. “Ah, so good!”

Workout clothes were usually as revealing as a bikini.

This outfit was pretty nice.

Fu Yilan drank her soy milk, not bothering to hide the look of scrutiny in her eyes.

The stool scraped against the floor, and Fu Yilan moved it back two steps, creating enough distance for her to look Fu Haitang up and down.

Fu Haitang: “…”

The veins on Fu Haitang’s forehead had not yet disappeared. She stood in the warm, yellow light of the cozy dining area.

She was wearing a sports bra, with only the essential parts of her chest covered. The rest of her shoulders, neck, back, and abdomen were exposed to the air.

Below, she wore a pair of tight-fitting shorts that hugged her hips. The bandage on her wrist hadn’t been taken off yet and was still marked with sweat stains.

Her hair tie was also wrinkled, and her high ponytail was a mess of tangled wrinkles.

Her sports shorts were wrinkled as well. One leg was even pulled up to her thigh, revealing the smooth and perfectly sculpted muscles and a hint of underwear visible in the shadows.

Further down, short socks covering her calves wrapped around her slender, toned legs. Below that were a pair of discounted sneakers.

The rubber soles firmly gripped the ground. Fu Haitang hadn’t yet released the tension in her body from the workout.

Fu Haitang’s hair stood on end from the intense scrutiny. “Hey, what are you thinking? Eat your food.”

“I’m not looking at anything,” Fu Yilan said, then took a big bite of her bun. She chewed it ferociously, but her teeth still itched. She really wanted to bite Fu Haitang.

The sight of this sweaty omega reminded her of that night in the dressing room, after their struggle, how satisfied and exhausted she had looked.

Fu Yilan drank all the soy milk in one gulp.

“…”

Fu Haitang had no doubt that if she got any closer, Fu Yilan would bite her.

Had the other person not slept this morning? No, that couldn’t be right. She hadn’t done anything. So why did Fu Yilan look at her like she was a venomous snake? Fu Yilan was like a lazy venomous snake resting on a tree trunk, with its colorful belly exposed, seemingly harmless and tempting, but actually preparing to attack.

Fu Yilan’s greedy eyes scanned Fu Haitang’s entire body. She couldn’t control the saliva pooling in her mouth and had to swallow hard to ensure she could speak clearly. “Aren’t you going to take a shower? You’re going to be late.”

Fu Haitang placed a hand on Fu Yilan’s forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

“My heat cycle is coming,” Fu Yilan said, swatting her hand away.

“Pfft!” Ji Xiaotong choked on her water. “What? Then… then I’ll get you some suppressants?”

The current Fu Yilan felt so foreign to Fu Haitang. No, no, she was also very familiar. Fu Yilan had changed her usual demeanor and was a little… dark and crazy.

After her shower, Fu Haitang took off her silver-framed glasses and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. She squatted down to put on her shoes by the entrance. The casual trousers hugged her slender waist, and her straight, long legs folded into a sharp, elegant angle.

She stood up and gave Fu Yilan a gentle smile. “Let’s go. To the company.”

Fu Yilan said, “Oh. Okay.”

“Why are you wearing so many clothes?” Fu Yilan suddenly asked.

Fu Haitang: “…”

What was she supposed to say? That she saw the desire in the other person’s eyes?