A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 42

Late at night, when everything was quiet, Zhiman woke up from a nightmare.

She was sweaty after the alcohol wore off.

She moved the hand on her waist gently and sat up slowly.

The sticky sweat on her body felt uncomfortable against her skin.

Zhiman got out of bed naked and went straight to the bathroom.

She did not glance at Yuan Jin beside her once.

Steam fogged up the entire glass.

Zhiman wiped the mist off the glass with her hand and saw herself reflected in the mirror.

She did not forget anything.

She remembered how she and Yuan Jin ended up in bed again.

Perhaps the vivid memory caused her to dream of Yuan Hua just now.

Zhiman still remembered the bright September sunlight that year.

But she lost her sister before her sister’s birthday.

By age, Yuan Hua would be twenty-seven this year if she were still alive.

Would Yuan Hua blame her?

Zhiman lived with guilt and self-reflection for a long time.

She knew Yuan Hua had a fever that day but still took her sister out disobediently.

Every day and night in the past, every day she spent with Yuan Jin, Zhiman tormented herself.

She lost her lover’s sister.

She lost the beloved daughter of her uncle and aunt.

“Manman,” a hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, interrupting her thoughts.

Yuan Jin’s hard c0ck pressed against her hips.

Pheromones were a magical thing.

They were a little secret between partners.

Late at night, the house was silent and peaceful.

The city lights outside went to sleep.

In the empty night, smelling the unique scent of her lover brought a sense of calm happiness and deep relaxation.

But she could not smell it.

Zhiman knew clearly that Yuan Jin’s pheromone was not the perfume she smelled.

It was a new series from a women’s brand, sweet but not heavy, lingering with a hint of seduction and hunting.

Yuan Jin did not usually wear perfume.

She had a clean, fresh scent.

Zhiman remembered Yuan Jin’s scent but had never truly smelled Yuan Jin’s pheromone.

She also knew the Li family’s daughter.

Zhiman did not ask if Yuan Jin’s date with the Li family’s daughter was pleasant.

She pretended not to notice the perfume scent on Yuan Jin.

She lacked the courage and right to question Yuan Jin.

Zhiman looked at their reflection in the mirror.

They looked perfect together, but that was all.

In the future, someone would stand by Yuan Jin’s side, holding her wrist, walking into marriage.

She and Yuan Jin were not meant to be together.

“Manman.”

Zhiman did not move. She looked at her through the mirror.

The Alpha’s face showed faint disapproval.

She rubbed Zhiman’s waist and nuzzled her face against Zhiman’s neck, not looking at all like the strict figure in the lab.

“Manman,” she called again when Zhiman did not speak.

Zhiman’s hand clenched into a fist at the side of the sink.

Her nails dug into her palm to keep her rational. She replied softly, “Mm.”

“Don’t break up, okay?”

She rubbed her face against Zhiman’s long neck affectionately.

The hard thing at her waist moved along with her.

What once felt like love now made Zhiman feel nauseous and disgusted.

She felt Yuan Jin was not pressing against her hips but against her fragile will to survive.

With each movement, her soul got closer to the cliff’s edge until she stood on it.

The pebbles fell, dropping into the abyss below.

Zhiman finally pushed her away with her hand.

She looked at her coldly and said hurtful words deliberately, “Yuan Jin, what do you take me for?”

“A b1tch in heat with no glands or pheromones?”

The usually elegant lady did not hesitate to use the crudest, vilest words on herself.

Her spoken words were like sharp knives, piercing the heart with a fierce, murderous intent.

Yuan Jin’s face turned ugly instantly.

Her expression darkened as she let go of Zhiman but still kept her within arm’s reach, just pulling back slightly.

She lowered her head, clearly stung by Zhiman’s words.

After a long silence, Zhiman heard her deny in a low, hoarse voice, “Manman, that’s not what I meant.”

She never saw Zhiman as a tool for bedroom comfort.

Zhiman knew how much she loved her.

How could she use such vile words to describe their feelings?

“I know,” Zhiman said lightly, as if she did not care.

She continued, “I know, but I can’t stop thinking this way.”

“Yuan Jin, can you help me?”

The woman in the mirror looked somewhat tragic.

After some time apart, Zhiman’s eyes were so unfamiliar.

The eyes that once held love no longer had her reflection.

Yuan Jin let go of her weakly, struggling desperately, “Manman, no one blames you for Xiaohua’s matter.”

“I blame myself!” Zhiman screamed hysterically at the mirror.

Tears welled up in her red eyes; her body trembled uncontrollably.

She was clearly at her breaking point but still clung stubbornly to that last straw.

“I blame myself, Yuan Jin!” she said, crying.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Uncontrolled emotions tore at her.

Zhiman squatted down in pain.

Yuan Hua’s matter was like an immovable boulder pressing on her heart.

How could she, who failed the Yuan family, accept being with Yuan Jin calmly?

How could she face the late Grandpa Yuan and Yuan’s father, who had high hopes for Yuan Jin?

How could she hypnotize herself to love Yuan Jin without guilt?

No one was free from mistakes.

But how could she forgive herself for causing her lover to lose a family member?

How could she forgive herself, the one responsible?

Yuan Jin did not even dare mention anything about her parents or sister to her.

How could they continue walking hand in hand like this?

Zhiman hugged her knees, crying until her cheeks turned red.

Yuan Jin’s departure gave her relief.

Her sobs echoed in the large suite.

***

Late at night, Su Jue came down from a lively gathering.

A seductive woman sat on her lap.

The parking lot was dimly lit, with few people passing by.

“Mmm,” the woman’s soft moans filled the car, mixed with the wet sounds of kissing, making people blush.

Su Jue’s hand slid into the woman’s short skirt.

A sudden ringtone interrupted their intimacy.

The phone in the bag on the back seat kept ringing with music.

“Tch,” Su Jue let go of the panting woman and leaned back, holding her waist.

“Who is it?” the woman asked coyly.

Her soft hand slipped into Su Jue’s long skirt, where a hard, eager c0ck pressed against the underwear.

Su Jue chuckled and pinched the woman’s hip.

She glanced at the screen, frowning in confusion.

Why was Zhiman calling her at this hour?

As soon as the call connected, a broken voice came through.

Zhiman’s trembling voice reached Su Jue’s ears through the line.

“Help me…”