A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 55 (Micro H)

Shen Zhiqing sometimes doubted Tomb Cheng’s past claims of affection, because those eyes that sparkled at sweets often avoided looking directly at her.

But today, she completely dispelled this thought.

She scooped the cream from the mousse cake with her fingertip.

The semi-solid cream, when left on her finger too long, would melt from her body heat, but clever Shen Zhiqing did not let this mistake happen.

She slid her finger along her glossy shoulder down to her collarbone.

The sweet cream traced a white line along her skin’s texture.

“Mu Mu,” Shen Zhiqing said, holding her face.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her watery eyes stared directly at her.

Tomb Cheng put down the small cake and held her waist.

She brought her face close to the exposed skin.

Her nose neared the smooth cream, and the sweet fragrance filled her nostrils.

Just the scent made her mouth water.

Tomb Cheng’s love for sweets made her unaware that this was a carefully prepared trap.

She could only follow the scent, step by step, into this gentle snare.

When she was just a step away from the cream, she looked up earnestly at the woman above her.

Shen Zhiqing’s eyes encouraged her.

She indulgently threaded her slender fingers through her hair and said softly, “Mu Mu, don’t you want to taste it?”

She clearly saw a hint of mischief in the Omega’s eyes, but when the cherry wine’s aroma in the air intoxicated her heart, nothing else mattered.

“I want to,” Tomb Cheng said, looking a bit nervous.

Her eyes, hidden behind glasses, gazed at her with dreamy affection.

Shen Zhiqing knew how much her pheromones affected her.

The blush on the Alpha’s face was her doing.

She pressed Tomb Cheng’s hair, her fingertips gently rubbing her scalp.

The soft pressure effectively eased the Alpha’s guard.

“Then taste it quickly,” she said.

The delicate, melodic words left her lips, and the Omega’s intent to seduce was too obvious.

The little Alpha, lost in the wine’s haze, cast aside stray thoughts and focused on enjoying this lavish feast.

Tomb Cheng’s slightly parted lips revealed a soft tongue.

She tentatively touched Shen Zhiqing’s shoulder with the tip.

“Mm, Mu Mu,” Shen Zhiqing hummed sweetly, the sound spilling from her throat.

She hugged her head, pressing it against her skin.

She already felt her warm, wet tongue licking her neck.

The fragmented kisses carried another person’s breath.

The sensitive Omega even caught a faint trace of the Alpha’s pheromone in that breath.

Cool but not piercing, it always bloomed with a fresh fragrance when facing Shen Zhiqing, as if winter snow melted under her gaze.

A lone plum stood proudly on a cliff, basking in the sun’s fervent glow.

The cream was soon licked clean.

The Alpha, head buried, savored the lingering sweetness on her lips, relishing the taste that blended with Shen Zhiqing’s.

Tomb sniffed the air, suddenly finding the sweetness in her mouth more appealing than usual.

She looked up at the woman in her arms.

Her voice, now husky with desire, carried a subtle allure. “Zhiqing,” she said.

The Alpha’s call held tender longing.

Shen Zhiqing nestled in her embrace, her clear eyes under trembling lashes meeting hers.

Their faint pheromones intertwined in the air, and sparks of attraction flared instantly.

Shen Zhiqing held her face, turned around, and picked up a strawberry from the cake with a fork.

She met the Alpha’s heated gaze and brought the juicy berry to her lips. “Mu Mu, open your mouth,” she said.

For Tomb, enjoying her feeding in this haze was effortless.

She opened her eager mouth.

The cream on the strawberry melted quickly on her tongue, and Tomb soon sensed a sweetness filled the strawberry’s fresh tang filled her mouth.

Seeing her puffed cheeks’ cute look, Shen Zhiqing couldn’t resist.

She kissed her lips lightly.

“Mu Mu,” Shen Zhiqing said.

Tomb Cheng, overwhelmed, sank into her gaze.

Those tender eyes held only her reflection, like a springtime shadow in water.

“Mm… what?” Tomb Cheng mumbled, her throat tight, her voice scratchy.

The pheromone’s lure made her utterly compliant.

Shen Zhiqing knew that whatever Mu Mu guarded against before, she was now fully open to her now.

If she wanted information, this was the perfect chance.

But Mu Mu might get angry.

Shen Zhiqing sighed inwardly.

She lovingly pressed a kiss to Tomb Cheng’s forehead.

She leaned close, foreheads touching, so near that Tomb could feel her lashes flutter like feathers.

“Are the strawberries tasty?” she asked.

Her warm breath brushed her nose.

Tomb answered without thinking, “They taste good.”

“Want more?” Shen Zhiqing tempted her, her words hiding something.

Tomb stared blankly at her.

The Omega kissed her cheek, then turned and plucked a strawberry from the cake.

The small cake, with only three berries, now had just one left nestled in the cream.

Shen Zhiqing held the strawberry between her lips.

Her already red lips gained another shade of crimson.

Tomb Cheng stared, transfixed.

Shen Zhiqing chuckled softly in her heart.

This person’s desire awakened, pressing against her thigh.

“Mu Mu,” she said, the strawberry muffling her voice, but Tomb knew it was her name.

The Alpha tightened her hold.

Under Shen Zhiqing’s gaze, she obediently closed her eyes, letting her remove her glasses. The nearing breath made her palms sweat lightly.

Suddenly, the sweet strawberry touched her lips.

Tomb parted her lips slightly, eagerly accepting the feeding.

Shen Zhiqing, eyes closed, pushed the strawberry into Tomb’s mouth with her tongue.

In the quiet space, only a swallowing sound echoed as the berry entered Tomb’s mouth.

In a second, Tomb kissed her lips, not letting them part.

The crushed strawberry’s juice burst in their mouths.

Tomb sucked her lips, and Shen Zhiqing opened hers, savoring the sweet juice passed from her.

“Mm,” Shen Zhiqing murmured.

The strawberry was soon swallowed.

Tomb raised a hand to Shen Zhiqing’s head, pulling her closer.

Her tongue teased Shen Zhiqing’s, tangling in a fervent dance.

Her rising desire heated her breath.

Tomb tirelessly chased the air in Shen Zhiqing’s mouth, their bodies pressed tightly, bearing her weight.

“Zhiqing,” she called her Zhiqing, her Shen Zhiqing.

The Alpha’s exhaled longing, entwined with unyielding tenderness, seared Shen Zhiqing’s heart.

Her pounding heart in her chest surged with affection for her.

Shen Zhiqing’s fluttering lashes brushed Tomb’s eyelids. The soft, light touch made her ache to merge completely with Shen Zhiqing.