A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 58 (Micro H)

The lover’s gland remained buried in her body.

Shen Zhiqing tenderly lifted her hand and stroked Tomb Cheng’s hair.

The strands twisted together at her fingertips, damp with sweat.

Tomb Cheng, asleep on her, showed no defenses.

The Alpha, after emotional turmoil, collapsed on her and fell asleep after two rounds.

Shen Zhiqing wiped the tears from her eyes, gazing at her beloved with heartache.

She saw all her reactions earlier.

Even without words, Shen Zhiqing sensed her troubled emotions through her faint pheromones.

She didn’t know why Tomb Cheng’s mood shifted, but her vulnerable, beast-like state after release pained her.

Shen Zhiqing felt alive because of her, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Since Fang Qing’s death, she had never felt at peace, fearing she might end up like Fang Qing, dying with resentment.

Shen Zhiqing caressed her cheek.

The overflowing comfort and satisfaction softened her heart.

Shen Zhiqing turned over, slowly withdrawing the gland from her body.

The sticky juices formed thin threads during the motion.

The Alpha’s gland glistened, white from being soaked inside for so long.

She struggled to prop herself up on the bed.

Not only her pvssy felt exhausted, but her slender waist ached endlessly.

Shen Zhiqing frowned, glancing back at the sleeping figure.

Black hair spread like seaweed across the pillow.

Her chest, rising and falling with breaths, bore clear scratch marks.

Her exposed shoulder showed two red bite marks from Shen Zhiqing’s frenzy earlier.

Shen Zhiqing used tissue to wipe her face clean, then lay beside her.

Her fingertips traced Tomb Cheng’s facial contours.

Her brows always carried a sharp edge, shaped by years of experience.

Shen Zhiqing touched her brow bone, her fingers lingering there.

When she didn’t suppress herself, this face didn’t seem so stern.

Having seen her before, Shen Zhiqing struggled to equate her with those rough Alphas.

In high school, Tomb Cheng was far livelier, less guarded with her feelings.

She never held back her emotions or affection.

During heat, Shen Zhiqing saw this face filled with deep love, confessing her feelings repeatedly.

Now, her hugs and kisses felt restrained, bound by rules of non-interference, like fulfilling a task. Love no longer surrounded her.

But this sufficed.

Her Mu Mu was gentle at her core.

Just her warmth and familiar scent comforted Shen Zhiqing’s restless heart, more than the times she couldn’t see her.

Shen Zhiqing wrapped her arms around her waist, nestling into her embrace.

The sleeping Alpha let her maneuver freely.

Warm breaths fell on her shoulder.

Shen Zhiqing smiled, kissed her chin, and curled into her arms, falling asleep.