Chapter 9

The moment the hot water poured onto her body, the fatigue from a day’s work instantly vanished. Fu Haitang looked up, and the stream of water went into her eyes, making her turn her face away. She caught a glimpse of a swaying figure outside the door.

Fu Yilan?

What was she doing?

Fu Haitang belatedly realized she was naked and showering in a strange environment. Feeling a little uneasy, she turned off the water, ready to dry off and get out.

The bathroom door was twisted open from the outside.

“Hey!” Fu Haitang yelped.

Fu Yilan was stunned. She was holding clean clothes, and her eyes met Fu Haitang’s.

“…”

The shower door was specially made; it became foggy when exposed to steam, but once the steam dissipated, everything became clearly visible.

Fu Yilan’s eyes moved downwards, and her gaze became fixed.

“…”

Fu Haitang silently turned the hot water back on and plunged her head under the stream.

The beautiful sight disappeared so quickly that Fu Yilan felt it was a shame. Although she didn’t like women, and she especially didn’t like omegas, she still had an appreciation for beautiful things.

Fu Yilan said through the glass, “I put the clothes here for you.”

“What?” The sound of the water was too loud, and Fu Haitang couldn’t hear clearly.

Fu Yilan repeated herself, but she asked again. The latter was helpless and could only look at her through the glass.

Fu Haitang turned off the water again. The ventilation quickly took away the steam from the hot water, and the blurred figure behind the glass became clear again.

Naked and exposed.

Fu Yilan opened her mouth and silently praised her, mouthing a “wow~.”

Fu Haitang stood inside the glass door. She had phoenix eyes, with long eyelashes that were almost flying up to her eyebrows. Her eyebrows pressed down on her eyes, making them look deep. Her eyebrows were dark, and her brow bone was high. Coupled with the two faint dark circles under her eyes, looking at Fu Yilan with a slight frown gave a sense of oppressive scrutiny.

Her wet, disheveled long hair was draped over her body like seaweed, covering her private parts, making Fu Haitang look even more like a mysterious siren from the deep sea.

Fu Haitang frowned slightly, pulled open the glass door, and said with a serious expression, “What did you just say?”

“I put the clothes here for you,” Fu Yilan said.

Fu Haitang: “That’s it?” Meaning, couldn’t you have just put them there?

Fu Yilan: “That’s it.”

Fu Haitang: “…”

BANG! The glass door was pulled shut.

A wisp of Fu Yilan’s hair was lifted by the wind. She was surprised by Fu Haitang’s overly aggressive reaction, and then her gaze uncontrollably moved downward again.

Someone’s waist-to-hip ratio was also excellent. Fu Yilan watched for a while, put down the things, and left the bathroom.

Fu Haitang turned her back and leaned against the wall. Her ears were flushed, and she bit her lower lip hard. Damn… damn Fu Yilan…

Two minutes ago, she had encouraged herself to be open and natural. They were both omegas; what was there to be ashamed of? So she endured the embarrassment and pulled open the glass door, silently wishing Fu Yilan would say something important.

The result…

If she had known this would happen, why would she have paid her any mind?

Fu Haitang squeezed out some shampoo to wash her hair, complaining about Fu Yilan with her eyes closed and her ears flushed until she rinsed again. Fu Yilan’s gaze kept appearing in her mind. Was that how you looked at someone of the same s3x?

It was so burning, it made her legs feel weak.

…

I must be crazy. What am I thinking about?

[…The coffee shop was finally empty. Fu Yilan locked the door and went to the staff break room to take a shower. The environment was simple, with only enough space for one person to shower.]

Fu Haitang’s actions were interrupted by the sudden appearance of the novel’s content.

Fu Yilan also went to take a shower? The place she went to was simple, so what about the bathroom I used?

Fu Haitang wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went to the mirror. She opened a drawer, which was filled with bottles and jars of high-end brands. Although she wouldn’t be rude enough to use them without permission, she immediately understood that the staff break room wouldn’t be so luxuriously decorated or have these things.

The bathroom Fu Yilan let her use must be the female owner’s private bathroom.

[Fu Yilan was a fast showerer. Normally, she could finish washing her hair and body in under ten minutes, but today, perhaps because her heat was approaching, a little restlessness began to grow in her heart…]

Fu Haitang’s hairdryer tilted, and the hot air choked her nose, making her cough several times.

Fu Yilan’s heat was also approaching?

Restlessness? What kind of restlessness?

Wait, does this novel have to be so precise with a character’s thoughts?

[Fu Yilan turned the water to cold. The cold water made her body shiver. She subconsciously hugged her arms. She closed her eyes to calm herself down. After her body was completely used to the cold water, she started to lather up with body wash. Her palms rubbed against her skin, and the wet, slippery feeling made her eyes lose focus…]

The pants in Fu Haitang’s hand slipped from her grasp, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. Fu Haitang was a little surprised that she, a supporting female character, could see this kind of content.

Isn’t this a bit too much?

Fu Haitang changed out of the bathrobe. She was wearing a faded old pajama set with a Maltese dog printed on the chest.

How childish.

After cleaning up, Fu Haitang started to clean the bathroom. Fu Yilan might have lent her the shop owner’s break room out of kindness, so she naturally didn’t want to cause more trouble and began to clean up the water on the floor.

[“It’s so hot,” Fu Yilan murmured.]

Feeling hot even after a cold shower. Her heat period was really approaching. Fu Haitang shook her head and smiled, then realized she wasn’t doing much better herself. Her palms were hot, and the back of her neck was tingling. She needed to go buy inhibitors.

Fu Haitang’s mind was wandering.

On the other side, Fu Yilan’s behavior was clearly much more daring than hers.

[Fu Yilan turned off the water and took out her phone from the storage basket outside. With practiced movements, she opened a website, clicked on a video she often watched, and without waiting for the opening animation to finish, she dragged the progress bar to the second half… A seductive female voice came out.]

“…”

Fu Haitang’s mouth dropped open. Goosebumps covered her entire body. The hair on her arms stood on end, and her hands were clenched with hot sweat. At this moment, the old clothes she was wearing that belonged to Fu Yilan felt like they were pouring a bucket of hot water on her.

A hot potato!

[…”Hoo.” Fu Yilan tilted her head back, still feeling it wasn’t enough. Her wet fingertips slid across the screen, turning the volume up to the maximum.

“Ah—”

A high-pitched, sharp female voice.

In her excitement, Fu Yilan accidentally knocked her phone over. The phone hit the floor and the switch, and the video and sound came to an abrupt halt.

Her unfocused eyes refocused. Fu Yilan picked up her phone with her fingers, quickly rinsed herself off, put on her clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.]

Fu Haitang came out of the bathroom and ran into Fu Yilan. The latter still had a faint scent of orchid pheromones. She averted her gaze, looked ahead, and asked, “Where’s the washing machine?”

Fu Yilan reached out: “Give it to me. I’ll wash it.”

Fu Haitang handed it over, then hesitated and pulled her hand back, asking with a pause, “Wash it with yours?”

“What, are you disgusted with me?” Perhaps Fu Haitang’s gaze was too obvious, like she was looking at a flood or a beast. Fu Yilan mocked, “The clothes you’re wearing are also mine. Do you want to take them off?”

Fu Haitang: “…”

The laundry basket was snatched away. Fu Haitang felt an unnatural emptiness in her arms. She wasn’t the kind of person who would avoid this kind of female self-pleasure like a snake or a scorpion. It was just that with the person in front of her, she felt a little uncomfortable having pried into her private details.

It was 1:30 a.m.

Fu Yilan was exhausted and fell asleep on the camp bed behind the counter. Fu Haitang was writing her proposal. The counter in front of her wasn’t high, and the high stool gave her an elevated view. With a glance, she could see Fu Yilan’s two small, pale, curled-up legs.

(Do you want me to find an alpha you like?)

Ji Xiaotong’s suggestion surfaced in her mind. Ren Qing’s veiled advances were like a cat’s claws, plucking at her heartstrings.

In her twenty-two years of life, Fu Haitang had the urge to find someone to spend her heat period with for the first time. Unfortunately, the impact of the text was still not as stimulating as the real thing. Fu Haitang looked at Fu Yilan’s curled-up sleeping back, a little lost in thought. What were Fu Yilan’s expressions and actions like… in the bathroom?