A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 52 (Micro H)

A child safety seat had been quietly installed in the back of the sedan.

From Tomb Cheng’s surprised expression, she clearly didn’t know about it.

Xiao Zhiman chuckled.

She didn’t know when their relationship grew close, but she understood Shen Zhiqing no longer treated Little Orange as just a neighbor.

But Tomb Cheng was an Alpha.

Didn’t Shen Zhiqing mind?

The seat was custom-made, suitable for children aged four to ten.

Tomb Cheng’s brows furrowed slightly as she stared at the pink-blue seat behind the passenger side.

She didn’t understand Shen Zhiqing’s intentions.

She had seen two Alphas fawning over Shen Zhiqing, plus Su Jue, making three.

From their attire, Tomb Cheng knew all three were well-off.

She firmly believed Shen Zhiqing didn’t like Alphas, but recent changes in Shen Zhiqing shifted her conviction.

Perhaps Shen Zhiqing’s claim of not liking Alphas only meant she didn’t like Alphas like her.

Now, she couldn’t read Shen Zhiqing’s intentions.

If she only wanted a comforting relationship due to their high compatibility, she didn’t need to do things like this child seat.

Tomb Cheng didn’t want to overthink, yet she couldn’t help it.

Did Shen Zhiqing want to keep her by her side forever?

Why?

After dropping Xiao Zhiman home, she didn’t linger.

On the way back, Xu Yiyi slept like a little pig.

If Shen Zhiqing hadn’t mentioned that Xu Yiyi’s mental state relaxed around her, helping recover lost sleep, Tomb Cheng would’ve worried her drowsiness was due to illness.

A growing child needed sleep and nutrition, both now met.

Tomb Cheng carried her sleeping daughter from the car, didn’t enter the hospital, told Shen Zhiqing the keys were with the gate guard, and left.

She never asked Shen Zhiqing about the seat.

Shen Zhiqing, assuming her silence means acceptance, didn’t bring it up either.

During two later agreed-upon nights together, Shen Zhiqing casually asked about Tomb Cheng’s past life.

She thought she was sympathizing with her past, hesitant to voice her feelings directly, overlooking that communication should be mutual.

Her words, to Tomb Cheng, tasted different from care.

What did she want to know?

What was she trying to do?

Tomb Cheng remembered the days Shen Zhiqing rejected emotional connection.

In rooms filled with lascivious scents, they united recklessly, but afterward, Shen Zhiqing would turn away, reminding her, “I don’t like Alphas.”

She used this reason to reject her twice.

Sometimes, in relaxed moments, Tomb Cheng recalled how Shen Zhiqing looked saying those words.

Her fair, glossy shoulders turned pink from prolonged exposure.

Her long, straight legs stood barefoot on the carpet.

Warm yellow bedside light fell on her back.

Shen Zhiqing, facing away, walked to the bathroom.

The room was large; she stepped from light into shadow, pausing at the bathroom door, head slightly lowered, looking lonely, always saying, “I don’t like Alphas.”

Tomb Cheng held her waist, turned her chin to face her.

Omega’s eyes misted, soft moans spilling from her lips.

Shen Zhiqing leaned against Alpha’s heated skin, pinned before the floor-to-ceiling window.

The coolness on her chest and the heat below assaulted her.

Alpha’s hand gripped her jaw. Unable to move, Shen Zhiqing arched back, cooing, “Mu Mu, it’s cold~”

Tomb Cheng pressed her against the window.

The blackout curtains glistened with water marks.

She held Shen Zhiqing’s waist, her soft body limp.

Without Alpha’s support, she’d have collapsed from exhaustion.

Tonight’s Mu Mu was so passionate.

Shen Zhiqing didn’t know it was because Tomb Cheng wanted to stop her irrelevant questions.

She didn’t even want to share her military school days with Shen Zhiqing.

Tomb Cheng gripped her neck, leaving handprints on Omega’s delicate collarbone.

She kissed Shen Zhiqing’s lips, her tongue tracing their shape, using her height to enter her pvssy.

“Mm, Mu Mu,” a whimper escaped her gripped throat.

Without glasses, Tomb Cheng’s vision blurred, but she saw her long lashes trembling.

Shen Zhiqing, in an awkward position, turned to hug her, enduring her tender yet fierce kisses.

The hard c0ck inside her felt like iron, its heat tightly wrapped by her pvssy’s flesh.

Tomb Cheng held her neck with one hand, the other touching her lower abdomen.

Unlike Omega, who didn’t exercise much, Shen Zhiqing’s waist, though slim, was soft, feeling like a child’s tender skin.

Tomb Cheng’s hand reached her abdomen, mischievously pressing down.

The skin flinched as if shy.

Sensing her intent, Shen Zhiqing tensed uncontrollably.

Her pvssy clenched tightly around the c0ck.

“Mu Mu,” Shen Zhiqing moaned, overcome with desire.

Tomb Cheng almost relented, but letting go might make Shen Zhiqing revisit earlier topics.

Tomb Cheng pressed against her belly, feeling herself inside, her hips moving slowly, deliberately, to make Shen Zhiqing forget the question about whether she thought of herself in the military.

The answer was too hard to voice, and it didn’t suit them.

After intense lovemaking, Shen Zhiqing was half-asleep, docile in Tomb Cheng’s arms.

Tomb Cheng bathed her, wiped sweat from her forehead and nose, gently placed her in bed, and watched quietly.

Shen Zhiqing’s face showed satisfied joy, her relaxed brows rippling with happiness. Perhaps dreaming sweetly, her lips curved unconsciously.

Tomb Cheng brushed hair from her forehead, resisted hugging her, tucked her in, and left.

She saw Shen Zhiqing’s gown at the entrance, stored in a luxurious box, a ruby necklace resting quietly on it.

Sensing no one beside her, Shen Zhiqing pouted in her sleep, turned away, her soft breathing clear in the room.

The next day, Tomb Cheng dropped Xu Yiyi at camp.

She saw Shen Zhiqing board Alpha’s car, wearing last night’s gown.