After Accidentally Marking My Stepsister's White Moonlight (GL, ABO) - Chapter 21

It was almost three in the afternoon, and the civil affairs bureau hadn’t closed yet. Going to get their marriage certificate now was indeed possible.

But when Jian Mo suddenly suggested they go register immediately, Ye Wenjin’s heart skipped an uncontrollable beat.

The truth was, she was completely unprepared. Just this morning, they had decided to get their marriage certificate on Thursday.

Even after returning home, Ye Wenjin still felt a little out of sorts.

“Xiao Jin, go get the necessary documents.”

Hearing Jian Mo call her, Ye Wenjin snapped back to attention and instinctively nodded. “O-okay! I’ll go get them right away!”

With that, she turned and ran upstairs—only to stop abruptly halfway, realizing how eager she must seem. Embarrassed, she slowed her steps.

The last time she returned to the Yin family home, she had taken all her belongings with her. The documents were stored in her suitcase, inside the room she had slept in last night.

The closer she got to the room, the more nervous she became. After retrieving all the necessary certificates, she stared at them blankly.

If they were really going to register their marriage… shouldn’t she make sure she looked presentable?

The thought crossed her mind in a daze, and suddenly, her heart raced even faster. Forgetting about the documents, she bolted to the bathroom to scrutinize her appearance.

The reflection in the mirror actually looked fine, but Ye Wenjin found fault with everything.

Her hair wasn’t voluminous enough—it needed washing. The clothes she was wearing were too dark—not suitable. Most importantly, she hadn’t put on any makeup today because of her early morning class.

Ye Wenjin’s eyes widened slowly as anxiety set in.

After standing frozen in front of the mirror for a while, she finally made up her mind and went to find Jian Mo.

Jian Mo was also in her room. Ye Wenjin knocked on the door, then peeked in and asked softly, “Sister, can you wait for me a bit? I… I want to freshen up.”

She lowered her eyes, slightly embarrassed.

Jian Mo seemed surprised, but her smile widened. “Of course. I should probably tidy up too. We can’t be careless about registering our marriage. Thanks for reminding me, Xiao Jin.”

Ye Wenjin: “!!!”

She really wanted to say that Sister already looked perfect as she was. But the moment she met Jian Mo’s smiling gaze, the words stuck in her throat.

So she could only nod meekly. “O-okay.”

Time was tight—no room for delay. Once she got the confirmation, Ye Wenjin rushed back to her room, quickly washed her hair, picked out an outfit, and applied light makeup.

When she finished, staring at her transformed reflection, she felt almost dazed.

Unconsciously, the memory of her last visit to the Yin family resurfaced.

That time, her makeup had been done by a professional, but it had aged her, completely mismatched with her youth. And she had attended the banquet with zero enthusiasm, her eyes dull and lifeless, devoid of any anticipation.

But now, the girl in the mirror couldn’t help but smile. Though nervousness lingered in her gaze, it was overshadowed by excitement.

So this was how much she was looking forward to registering her marriage with Jian Mo.

Ye Wenjin flushed with embarrassment and quickly patted her cheeks to snap out of it.

Yet, as she headed back to meet Jian Mo, her nerves returned. She couldn’t help but worry—was she pretty enough now? Was this the version of her that Jian Mo would like?

She wanted to present the most perfect version of herself to Jian Mo. Although their previous encounters hadn’t left the best impressions, at least when getting their marriage certificate, she hoped to be flawless.

Her nervousness only subsided when she caught a fleeting look of admiration in Jian Mo’s eyes.

Dressed more exquisitely than ever, her laughter blossomed like a hundred flowers. “Xiao Jin really knows how to put an outfit together.”

To her, Jian Mo’s smile was absolutely lethal. Her usual faint smile was charming enough, but this one felt like a gentle spring breeze, carrying with it a faint, cool fragrance lingering in the air.

Ye Wenjin froze for a moment before realizing—this scent wasn’t her imagination. It was real!

Jian Mo’s pheromones were leaking!

Her expression shifted to surprise, then concern. “Sister? Your pheromones are escaping—has your hormonal imbalance flared up again?”

Jian Mo’s smile paused briefly, as if resigned. “Seems the suppressant patch failed. Xiao Jin, help me put on a new one.”

Treating it like an emergency, Ye Wenjin immediately asked Butler Wu for several extra suppressant patches, wanting backups in case of another failure.

As she carefully applied the patch for Jian Mo, she didn’t notice the other woman’s deep, unreadable gaze, focusing entirely on doing it perfectly.

Once done, the escaped pheromones vanished, and Ye Wenjin relaxed.

Jian Mo touched the patch on her nape, her smile inexplicable. “Xiao Jin did such a good job.”

Ye Wenjin smiled sheepishly. “As long as Sister is satisfied!”

Jian Mo’s lips curved slightly, though the corners dipped almost imperceptibly.

With everything prepared, they drove to the civil affairs office.

After taking photos, submitting documents, filling out forms, and completing registration, they each held a little red booklet.

It had gone surprisingly smoothly.

Staring at the marriage certificate in her hands, Ye Wenjin felt dazed. Only now did it truly sink in—Jian Mo had agreed to marry her.

By afternoon, sunlight had broken through. As they stepped outside, the warm golden rays illuminated the certificate, casting a soft glow over the red cover that radiated joy just by its sight.

Ye Wenjin gradually returned to reality, though her eyes kept drifting back to the booklet.

In their photo, they sat close—her smile shy, Jian Mo’s graceful and poised—but together, they made a strikingly beautiful pair.

The more she looked, the happier she grew, completely missing Jian Mo’s own stunned expression. By the time she glanced over, Jian Mo had already regained her usual composure.

Yet her smile seemed more genuine than ever.

Ye Wenjin stole several glances, wondering—

Was Sister happy about their marriage too? She must be—she was smiling, after all.

Clutching the red booklet, she couldn’t bring herself to put it away. An inexplicable urge made her want everyone to see it.

So she held it openly, sneaking peeks the entire ride home, her lips permanently curved upward.

When they arrived, she even stepped out of the car still gripping the certificate, having forgotten to store it away entirely.

As soon as she got out of the car and looked up, Ye Wenjin saw Butler Wu standing at the entrance. When their eyes met, Ye Wenjin froze and instinctively glanced down at the red booklet in her hand.

Butler Wu hadn’t noticed it at first, but Ye Wenjin’s expression was too transparent, making it impossible to miss the small red document in her grasp.

Butler Wu raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, then suddenly her gaze softened with affection.

This only made Ye Wenjin more flustered.

She subconsciously tried to hide the marriage certificate, but before she could act, Jian Mo stopped her.

“Aunt Wu, today’s a special day. Let’s prepare a lavish dinner for everyone to enjoy together.”

Butler Wu’s eyes crinkled with joy as she nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, of course! I’ll go shopping for ingredients right away.”

Ye Wenjin’s attempt to conceal the certificate halted mid-motion as she stared at Jian Mo in shock.

Sister actually announced it just like that!

Was this something you could just say outright?

Yet she couldn’t deny that Jian Mo’s straightforwardness instantly dissolved the tension and fear that had been building in her heart.

The power imbalance between her and Jian Mo made her an unsuitable marriage partner. And with Butler Wu being Sister’s longtime attendant… she’d been afraid of seeing judgment in the older woman’s eyes.

But Butler Wu’s attitude remained unchanged—if anything, Ye Wenjin felt the woman looked at her even more kindly than yesterday.

Dazed, she let Jian Mo lead her inside, where she immediately noticed the beaming expressions of the housekeepers. They seemed to be discussing something excitedly.

When they spotted the pair entering, one housekeeper’s eyes lit up as she approached. “Miss Momo, shall we do some decorations? Such a joyous occasion deserves a festive atmosphere.”

Before Ye Wenjin could react, Jian Mo had already nodded in agreement.

Then she watched in amazement as the housekeepers produced colorful decorations from who-knows-where, cheerfully preparing to adorn the house.

Ye Wenjin’s sharp eyes caught sight of several large red double-happiness characters. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Everyone… had accepted her, an outsider, just like that.

Ye Wenjin could feel it—everyone in this villa treated her with kindness. Even if she knew this warmth stemmed from Jian Mo’s influence, it was still more human compassion than she’d ever experienced in the Yin family.

Her nose tingled and eyes grew warm.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Wenjin struggled to compose herself before she embarrassed everyone with her emotions.

The housekeepers bustled about enthusiastically, occasionally stopping to consult Jian Mo.

Jian Mo glanced at Ye Wenjin and said gently, “I have some matters to attend to. Xiao Jin, could you help make some decisions for everyone?”

Suddenly entrusted with this responsibility, Ye Wenjin was momentarily stunned.

But the housekeepers were delighted. One held up a paper-cut window decoration, looking at her expectantly. “Miss Wenjin, where do you think we should put this?”

Before she could answer, another chimed in, “And this sticker—is it too small? Should we cut a new one?”

“Maybe we should replace the couplets too? Oh—I remember we have plenty of ribbons and balloons! We could decorate the dining room to liven up dinner later.”

Surrounded by the cheerful housekeepers, Ye Wenjin found herself fielding numerous questions as they eagerly awaited her guidance.

Caught off guard by the sudden responsibility entrusted to her, Ye Wenjin nervously glanced at Jian Mo, wanting to say she’d rather not participate—she was afraid she might mess things up.

Yet Jian Mo seemed oblivious to her silent plea and simply smiled, saying, “I know Xiao Jin won’t refuse, right? Go ahead and give it a try.”

Ye Wenjin hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed.

The next second, she was cheerfully pulled away by the maids, who chatted with her as they walked.

Ye Wenjin listened to one after another, nearly overwhelmed by the flurry of words.

But… it felt comforting.

It was as if she had seamlessly blended in.

After getting past the initial awkwardness, Ye Wenjin gradually relaxed and began discussing decorations with the maids, carefully adorning the entire house.

However, the villa was quite large, and even after a long time, they hadn’t finished. Yet, Ye Wenjin grew more and more at ease, occasionally even offering her own suggestions.

And whenever she did, the maids would eagerly adopt her ideas and shower her with praise—so much that her face turned red.

Come to think of it, Sister often praised her in the same tone. Now that she considered it—

Ye Wenjin smiled and quietly asked, “Auntie Guo, did everyone used to praise Sister like this too?”

It was just that they were all so practiced, their tone exactly the same.

Auntie Guo smiled nostalgically. “Actually, we learned it from Miss Momo’s mother. That lady was truly gentle.”

“When Miss Momo was a child, she went through a rather difficult phase, so her mother would often praise her. We just followed her example.”

This was the first time Ye Wenjin had heard anyone mention Sister’s mother, and she grew curious. After all, there were no traces of Jian Mo’s mother in the house. Now that Auntie Guo brought it up, she couldn’t help but ask.

“Then where is Sister’s mother? I haven’t seen any of her family in the villa.”

Auntie Guo’s smile faltered slightly, and she seemed hesitant. “Well… perhaps it’s best if Miss Wenjin asks her directly. It’s not really our place to say.”

Ye Wenjin froze. “Did… did I say something wrong?”

Auntie Guo sighed. “Miss Momo’s family matters are a bit complicated. It’s better if she tells you herself. If we say too much, it might seem like gossip.”

“But… I think if Miss Wenjin asks, Miss Momo will definitely tell you.”

Ye Wenjin obediently reined in her curiosity but still wondered, “Why?”

Auntie Guo pressed her lips together in amusement. “You two are wives now—why would Miss Momo refuse to tell you? After all, you’ve already registered your marriage.”

“!!!”

This… spread way too fast!

She thought only Butler Wu knew. Who would’ve guessed that once he knew, all the maids would too?

Ye Wenjin felt heat rush to her face, her gaze flitting about in embarrassment.

Auntie Guo found her reaction quite amusing and chuckled. “Why so shy? Ah, young people are so easily flustered.”

Ye Wenjin silently focused on sticking window decorations, not caring how they turned out. She looked perfectly serious, but the tips of her ears were bright red.

Seeing how embarrassed she was, Auntie Guo stopped teasing her. By the time they finished decorating, it was already dinnertime.

The villa had been completely transformed, looking brand new.

When Butler Wu announced that dinner was ready, Ye Wenjin dutifully went upstairs to call Jian Mo.

Taking in the newly decorated house, Jian Mo chuckled softly. “How festive.”

Upon hearing the word “festive,” Ye Wenjin’s gaze wavered slightly.

Those double happiness symbols the aunties had brought out had indeed been pasted up, and such decorations were typically associated with weddings.

Now that Jian Mo mentioned it, when Ye Wenjin looked around at the villa’s decorations again, they did resemble a wedding venue.

While putting them up, Ye Wenjin hadn’t thought they were overly festive, but now, the effect was undeniable.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly turned to Jian Mo, asking cautiously, “Did we put up too many? Does Sister not like them?”

Jian Mo turned and ruffled her hair. “No, you all did a wonderful job decorating. I love it.”

Only after hearing this did Ye Wenjin relax.

The two then made their way to the redecorated dining room, where the table was laden with an array of dishes. At a glance, Ye Wenjin was stunned.

“So many dishes… this is too extravagant.”

The long table was completely covered. Thankfully, each portion was small, but the plating was exquisite, clearly reflecting the care put into preparation.

“Butler Wu made all of these herself. She was so happy today,” one of the maids explained with a smile.

Ye Wenjin was surprised again. “Butler Wu can cook too?”

Jian Mo nodded. “Of course. Aunt Wu is very skilled. You should try more, Xiao Jin.”

Hearing this, Ye Wenjin was immediately filled with anticipation.

Once everyone had arrived, they all took their seats.

The atmosphere during the meal was lively and warm—finally, the villa no longer felt as desolate as it had the night before.

Watching the cheerful scene, Ye Wenjin felt a wave of emotion.

Back at the Yin household, lavish dinners had been common too. Yin Yu and her mother were quite particular about food, so the flavors were always excellent.

But the dining atmosphere there had been entirely different—oppressive, leaving her feeling suffocated.

Ye Wenjin had never enjoyed eating with them. The mood was one reason, but she also often left the table unsatisfied because it ruined her appetite.

Here with Jian Mo, however, she felt a warmth and ease she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

It had been ages since she last felt this way.

Her thoughts drifted to the past—back when her mothers were still together, before the divorce.

Back then, she had known happiness.

Their family had been harmonious. Ye Shuyao had still been normal then. They often went on trips together, and every day was filled with laughter. Even small conflicts would quickly pass.

When had it all changed?

One night, she returned home to find her mothers arguing. As she stepped inside, their wedding portrait shattered at her feet.

She had never seen them so vicious before.

The reason for their fight? Ye Shuyao had discovered Guan You’s affair—she had another woman outside, and their child was about to be born.

For Ye Shuyao, this was a devastating blow. In her eyes, Guan You had always treated her well, prioritizing her in everything. To outsiders, they were a loving couple.

Yet she never imagined that woman would show up at their doorstep—because her and Guan You’s child was due to be born from the incubation pod that very day.

Guan You wasn’t home. Ye Shuyao, in a frenzy, drove the woman away.

It wasn’t until late that night that Guan You finally returned.

Coming home so late, ignoring calls and messages—Ye Shuyao understood everything.

Guan You went to the hospital, welcoming the child that belonged to her and that woman together.

The two of them had the most intense and terrifying argument they’d ever experienced.

From then on, the atmosphere at home became very strange. Ye Shuyao was in a daze, often unable to control her temper. Meanwhile, Guan You frequently didn’t come home, and even when she did, she barely spoke to them.

Two months passed like this before they divorced.

Ye Wenjin was taken away by Ye Shuyao, while Guan You got her wish and married that woman.

After that, her misfortune began.

Ye Wenjin thought recalling those memories would bring her pain again, but only now did she realize those feelings of suffering and unease had blurred, as if veiled by a layer of gauze—unreal and distant.

Too much time had passed. Even though she had felt such agony back then, time had slowly healed the wounds.

Perhaps there was another reason…

Her current life was actually quite good.

Ye Wenjin suddenly felt deeply grateful. If she hadn’t met Jian Mo and proposed to her, she would likely still be sinking deeper into the quagmire of the Yin family, until one day becoming just like Ye Shuyao.

From this perspective, meeting Jian Mo had been her rebirth.

The meal was enjoyed by all, with Butler Wu opening a bottle of red wine midway.

In high spirits, Ye Wenjin drank two extra glasses.

Jian Mo didn’t stop her from drinking but didn’t drink much herself, only taking a few sips.

By the time they finished, it was nearly nine o’clock.

Ye Wenjin felt her thoughts slowing down, yet her mind was strangely exhilarated.

She might be a little drunk.

Staring at her wine glass, Ye Wenjin gazed at the nearly empty liquid, her thoughts sluggish.

Red wine isn’t that strong, is it? How could just two glasses make her drunk?

She poked at the glass, making it wobble from side to side, finding it amusing. When she accidentally tipped it over, her flustered attempts to catch it failed, leaving her guiltily hanging her head.

“I’m sorry…”

Seeing her unusual behavior, Jian Mo sighed helplessly. “It’s fine, it’s not a big deal.”

Butler Wu chuckled at the sight. “Miss Wenjin’s alcohol tolerance seems quite low. Had I known, I would’ve brought a milder wine.”

The corners of Jian Mo’s lips lifted slightly. “It’s alright.”

Butler Wu gave an understanding smile before directing the maids to start cleaning up.

Jian Mo then stood and walked over to Ye Wenjin, calling softly, “Xiao Jin.”

Hearing Jian Mo’s voice, Ye Wenjin was slow to react. She looked over blankly, “Hmm? What is it, sister?”

Jian Mo chuckled softly, “Feeling dizzy?”

Ye Wenjin took a moment to assess herself before nodding honestly, “A little dizzy.”

“Can you still walk then?”

Ye Wenjin immediately stood up, took a few steps, then turned back to look at Jian Mo, “I… can walk!”

Jian Mo’s smile deepened, “Good, let’s go upstairs then. You’re drunk.”

With a dazed expression, Ye Wenjin tried to process this before nodding obediently, “Okay!”

When drunk, Ye Wenjin became even more compliant to Jian Mo’s every word—adorably well-behaved.

Jian Mo extended her hand, “Hold my hand.”

Ye Wenjin immediately reached out and clasped it tightly, “Don’t worry, sister, I won’t let you fall!”

Jian Mo hummed leisurely, her smile widening further.

The few people tidying up nearby were also discreetly observing the pair. Seeing their interaction, everyone wore broad smiles.

Ah, just watching them interact was enough to make one smile uncontrollably.

Butler Wu also looked on with satisfaction, already considering what nourishing dishes to prepare the next morning.

After all, they’d be exhausted from a whole night’s activities—they’d need to replenish their energy, wouldn’t they?

Completely unaware of Butler Wu’s blush-inducing thoughts, Ye Wenjin carefully guided Jian Mo upstairs, making sure each step was steady before letting Jian Mo follow.

Jian Mo didn’t mind the slow pace, watching her efforts with amusement.

What should have been a short trip to the third floor took them several minutes.

As the alcohol took full effect, Ye Wenjin felt like she was walking on clouds, her head swimming.

“Sister… I think… I’m stepping on clouds?”

Jian Mo glanced at the floor and patiently corrected, “No, it’s solid ground. You’re drunk, Xiao Jin.”

Ye Wenjin looked thoughtful, “I… am drunk?”

Jian Mo confirmed with a hum, surprised that wine with just over 10% alcohol could intoxicate Ye Wenjin so thoroughly.

But drunk Ye Wenjin was even more endearing.

With this thought, Jian Mo simply led her forward.

Ye Wenjin followed obediently, matching Jian Mo’s steps until they entered a room. Something brushed against her face, and upon closer inspection, the decorations looked familiar.

It took Ye Wenjin a long moment to recall—she’d seen these decorations in the afternoon, having helped arrange them.

But… hadn’t they been decorating a different room?

And this room…

“Sister… this doesn’t seem like my room…”

Ye Wenjin was confused.

Jian Mo’s lips curved, “Mm, it’s my room.”

Ye Wenjin tried to process this, then slowly turned red from her face to her ears, as if struck by some profound realization.

Noticing this, Jian Mo raised an eyebrow, “Xiao Jin, what are you thinking about?”

The question made Ye Wenjin’s flush deepen instantly.

“I… n-nothing…”

Her evasive eyes clearly betrayed her thoughts.

Jian Mo didn’t believe her, “Oh? Really?”

Too embarrassed to meet her gaze, Ye Wenjin kept looking away.

But Jian Mo wouldn’t let her escape, gently tilting Ye Wenjin’s chin upward.

Ye Wenjin offered no resistance, lifting her head as guided, though her blush remained intense.

Though her thoughts had slowed, Ye Wenjin subconsciously knew what a challenge it was for her to be in the same room with Jian Mo—especially in the other’s bedroom.

She simply closed her eyes, but her eyelashes continued to tremble.

Jian Mo chuckled softly. “Xiao Jin, won’t you open your eyes and look at me?”

Ye Wenjin hesitated for a moment before reluctantly opening her eyes.

She couldn’t refuse Jian Mo.

But the moment her gaze met Jian Mo’s deep, mesmerizing eyes, Ye Wenjin froze.

Those eyes seemed to possess a magical allure, drawing her in, tempting her to lose herself.

A faint scent of winter plum had unknowingly filled the air, and Ye Wenjin, already dizzy, grew even more lightheaded upon catching its fragrance.

It took her a while to suddenly realize—this scent was Jian Mo’s pheromones.

Had her pheromones gone out of control again? Or had the suppressant patch failed?

She had only applied it in the afternoon, barely a few hours ago. Could it have worn off so quickly?

Or was Sister experiencing another episode of pheromone imbalance?

Her mind a jumbled mess, Ye Wenjin mumbled hazily, “Sister… your pheromones… they’re leaking…”

Jian Mo smiled and replied slowly, “Yes, they’ve leaked out again. Xiao Jin, do you remember what the doctor said?”

Ye Wenjin tried hard to recall, but with her slowed thoughts, it took her a while to remember.

Jian Mo didn’t rush her, patiently waiting for her to piece it together.

After a long pause, Ye Wenjin finally remembered. “The doctor said… we need to help each other regulate… our pheromones.”

“Xiao Jin has such a good memory. So, what should we do now?”

Her tone was laced with coaxing.

But Ye Wenjin didn’t notice at all, only feeling that Jian Mo was right—this was the doctor’s order, and they had to follow it.

Besides, Sister always suffered terribly during her episodes. If she could help regulate her pheromones often, maybe it would ease her pain? Then Sister would feel much better.

With that thought, Ye Wenjin’s gaze gradually steadied. “I—I’ll help Sister regulate!”

Jian Mo laughed in delight. “Mm, Xiao Jin is so good.”

Praise from Sister filled Ye Wenjin with motivation. The scent of rosemary suddenly burst forth, recklessly flooding the entire bedroom.

This was Jian Mo’s room, inevitably carrying traces of her scent.

So the moment the rosemary appeared, it occupied every corner where Jian Mo’s presence lingered—especially the bed, where her scent was strongest, and the rosemary eagerly clung to it.

Once everything was imbued with the fragrance of rosemary, more pheromones surged toward Jian Mo.

In the blink of an eye, Jian Mo was enveloped in a dense cloud of pheromones, which probed and brushed against her body.

Then—they found their favorite spot.

The gland at the back of Jian Mo’s neck.

Smooth and bare, the suppressant patch had long been removed, making it all the easier for the rosemary to invade.

The pheromones joyfully swarmed the gland, sometimes licking lightly, sometimes caressing, sometimes mischievously burrowing deeper.

For an Omega, the gland was an extremely sensitive spot. Even Jian Mo couldn’t suppress a slight tremble.

Soft moans escaped her lips, a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

Though Ye Wenjin’s mind was hazy, the sound made her instinctively pause. She hurriedly asked, “Sister? Did I hurt you?”

Jian Mo, however, grasped her hand, pressing a light kiss to it before nuzzling against her palm. Her eyes were moist, shimmering with fragmented light. “It doesn’t hurt—it feels good, Xiao Jin. Don’t stop.”

Ye Wenjin swallowed unconsciously, obediently channeling her pheromones to soothe the gland at the back of Jian Mo’s neck.

The small gland gradually swelled under repeated caresses, releasing even more of the cold plum fragrance.

Without needing guidance, Ye Wenjin instinctively let her pheromones intertwine with the plum scent, probing deeper.

Drenched in the overwhelming fragrance, Ye Wenjin grew even dizzier, but she still remembered her purpose—to regulate Jian Mo’s disordered pheromones.

With great effort, she focused, methodically guiding the chaotic pheromones into order.

This was a sensation Jian Mo had never experienced before. Whenever her symptoms flared, she had always suppressed them with inhibitors, never knowing how it felt to be soothed by another.

It was incredibly pleasurable, as if everything inside her was falling into perfect harmony.

Of course, if it weren’t Ye Wenjin, she would still prefer inhibitors.

Jian Mo sighed in contentment, savoring the flow of Ye Wenjin’s pheromones within her.

Ye Wenjin, on the other hand, was so tense that even the intoxicating plum scent couldn’t fully cloud her mind. She remained vigilant, afraid of causing Jian Mo the slightest discomfort.

Fortunately, by the end of the first round of regulation, Jian Mo’s complexion had turned rosy—proof that her efforts were effective.

Relieved, Ye Wenjin’s briefly clear gaze grew hazy again.

Given their exceptionally high pheromone compatibility, maintaining even a shred of clarity under Jian Mo’s all-encompassing scent had been a struggle. Now, with her guard down, the physical effects became undeniable.

“Sister…”

Her lips parted unconsciously, her eyes glazed yet tinged with confusion and longing.

Jian Mo reached out, gently stroking her cheek. “Xiao Jin, do you want to kiss me?”

Ye Wenjin flushed slowly but answered honestly, “Yes, Sister. May I kiss you?”

Jian Mo chuckled softly. “Of course you may.”

Instantly, the pheromones in the room surged, entwining inseparably as the atmosphere grew feverish.

Their lips met tentatively at first, but soon, Ye Wenjin was no longer satisfied with mere softness.

Instinctively, she cupped the back of Jian Mo’s head, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, deepening the kiss.

As their pheromones clashed more fiercely, Ye Wenjin found her rhythm, instinctively soothing Jian Mo even as her own scent enveloped her possessively, marking every inch of her.

Drenched in such potent pheromones, Jian Mo was practically steeped in her essence.

Ye Wenjin, too, was no exception—her entire being now carried Jian Mo’s cold fragrance.

With each shared breath, the temperature around them climbed.

At one point, as Ye Wenjin gazed down at Jian Mo—flushed and undone beneath her, so unlike her usual self—her eyes filled with adoration.

In this moment, Jian Mo was breathtakingly beautiful, and it made her heart race uncontrollably.

Overcome with passion, Ye Wenjin left marks across Jian Mo’s skin. Then, her gaze lingered on the gland at the nape of her neck, her eyes dark with conflict.

That gland held an immense attraction for her. Every time she saw it, she felt an irresistible urge to sink her teeth in, but the last shreds of reason told her she couldn’t do it.

Just as she was struggling with herself, Jian Mo gently kissed the corner of her lips and whispered, “Xiao Jin, mark me.”

With permission granted, Ye Wenjin felt as though her restraints had been released. She bit down on that small protrusion, injecting her pheromones—yet it was still only a temporary mark.

When it was over, Ye Wenjin tenderly kissed Jian Mo, soothing her emotions before pulling her into an embrace. She fell asleep content, as if cradling a treasure.

No—not as if. Jian Mo was her treasure.