After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 12
12: Don’t Touch Her!
Mi Sike nodded blankly.
She had hosted this show for so long, and this segment was usually about showing off affection.
Who would have thought that this season’s guests would be so hardcore? The other two pairs seemed on the verge of breaking up, and the only pair worth shipping had a completely off-the-rails vibe.
The live chat was going crazy with laughter.
Comment 1: Hahahahahaha, Qin Que is killing me. “Bottoms up,” then the pain face, leaving both hosts speechless.
Comment 2: A little sweet, but not much. The mood was set—was it so hard to call her “Qingqing”?
Comment 3: Didn’t expect Yan Qing to have a meme so soon. Confused beauty face.jpg.
Comment 4: But she asked for water for Qin Que. She cares about her—I ship it!
Comment 5: @Comment 4, that might not mean she cares. Maybe she just pities the poor kid.
Comment 6: Even though the vibe is weird, compared to the other two, Qin Que is a 24k good CP. The poor kid’s eyes are red from bitterness—my heart aches for her.
Qin Que had just sighed in relief when a glass of water was handed to her.
Yan Qing smiled faintly. “Rinse your mouth.”
“Mm.” She took the glass, but her heart was pounding nervously.
Because she noticed the bitterness in Yan Qing’s pheromones had intensified.
Had she done something wrong?
She hadn’t planned to drink it all herself, but the taste of the drink was so overpowering that she instinctively didn’t want Yan Qing to touch it.
And since she’d already tasted it, what was one more glass?
The two returned to their seats. Yan Qing could feel the person beside her stealing glances at her.
She could practically imagine Qin Que’s pitiful, puppy-dog eyes.
The milky pheromones had almost completely faded, as if deliberately making themselves scarce.
Clearly, Qin Que had noticed she was upset.
If it were anyone else, Yan Qing wouldn’t bother. It wasn’t a principled issue—she’d let it go and move on.
But based on her limited understanding of Qin Que, if she left things like this, the other might stew in anxiety for a long time.
And she couldn’t bear to scare her like that.
So she spoke first. “We agreed to split it half and half. Did you think I couldn’t handle even that much?”
This kind of condescending sacrifice was no different from those who said omegas should just stay home and live pampered lives.
“N-no, that’s not it.”
Seemed like she’d still scared her.
The alpha’s eyes were still faintly red, making it look like Yan Qing had bullied her. She stammered, “I just… just thought the drink was too bitter. I didn’t want you to drink it.”
Yan Qing froze.
Qin Que lowered her head, as if afraid she’d be angry, and continued explaining, “I know you could handle it. You’ve endured much worse for filming. But I figured since I’d already tasted it, drinking a bit more wouldn’t matter. S-sorry, I didn’t consider your feelings.”
The slight anger in Yan Qing’s heart dissipated amid the alpha’s stumbling explanation, replaced by a somewhat amused guilt.
She’d forgotten—Qin Que wasn’t like most alphas.
Her actions weren’t motivated by some “only alphas can shoulder everything” pride, but by genuine concern for her.
This was the same person who’d willingly let herself be marked to help Yan Qing out of a tight spot.
And that was why Yan Qing was here.
She was the one overreacting.
Meanwhile, the person who’d been wronged was still flusteredly explaining.
Qin Que racked her brain for more words. She didn’t want her idol to hate her over a single show.
A warm touch brushed her cheek, gently lifting her face.
She met Yan Qing’s gentle blue eyes.
The woman cupped her face and said sincerely, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t apologize. I was wrong—I’m sorry.”
Qin Que: “Huh?”
Looking at the alpha’s dumbfounded face, Yan Qing couldn’t resist pinching her cheeks. “Why are you so soft? Too easy to bully.”
The delicate touch against her cheeks made Qin Que’s face burn red. She mumbled incoherently.
“I can drink it, but I really don’t like it,” Yan Qing withdrew her hand, smiling. “Thank you. Otherwise, I’d be making a pained face too. I was wrong earlier—will you forgive me?”
Qin Que could only nod.
Yan Qing wasn’t mad. She’d even thanked her.
She felt like she could drink three more cups right now.
The live chat was losing it.
Comment 1: Yan Qing, what are you doing?! What are you doing?! Let go! Don’t touch her! You’re just a little girl—how can you casually touch someone’s face?! You can only touch Mommy’s face, ahhhh!
Comment 2: I don’t fully get what’s happening, but suddenly this feels so shippable.
Comment 3: My face is red. What’s going on? Feels like Yan Qing is training a dog—need to observe more.
Comment 4: Suddenly grew a collar around my neck. Owner, has anyone seen my owner Yan Qing?
Comment 5: Qin Que is too much of a bottom. Seriously, is she an omega pretending to be an alpha? She looked like she was about to cry earlier.
Comment 6: @Comment 5, bad take. Weak alpha/strong omega is even better, no?
After the punishment, the day’s activities neared their end. The six cleaned the classroom and each earned 10 school coins, with the top three scorers (80+ points) getting an extra 20.
“One last segment,” Mi Sike looked at Yan Qing. “The most popular livestream today was Yan Qing and Qin Que’s Room 2. The audience-selected task is—Student Yan Qing, please answer why you joined this show. Answering earns 10 school coins. Do you accept?”
The question was clearly aimed at Yan Qing—Qin Que had little to do with it. It was only the first day, and their CP fanbase was still small.
Qin Que looked at Yan Qing. She wanted to know the answer too.
If it was to repay a favor, she’d feel it was too much.
The opportunity to film “Destined” was already an unexpected blessing. There was no need to drag Yan Qing into it.
Yan Qing smiled. “Such a good deal—of course I accept.”
“First and foremost, I joined for myself. Everyone knows I’ve been a workaholic for years. Even the most dedicated actors hit burnout. I wanted to try something different to relax.” The woman spoke eloquently, her tone calm and light. The old desk before her seemed to transform into a podium under her radiance.
“Secondly, it’s because of my partner.” Yan Qing’s gaze turned teasing as she looked over. Qin Que instinctively straightened. “I happened to see a trending post about her and found it interesting, so I looked up her work.”
Was it the “sexual shrinkage” incident?!
Qin Que’s heart sank, mortified. She wanted to cover her face but forced herself to stay still.
“She really is a great actor.”
Yan Qing’s next words left her stunned.
Qin Que stared blankly at Yan Qing. The woman’s eyes were sincere—this wasn’t some offhanded remark.
“Aside from romance scenes, her other performances are excellent—full of emotion, with solid technique. Maybe just lacking a bit of intensity.” Yan Qing looked at her warmly, like a senior encouraging a rising star. “I was curious if she really couldn’t act romance because she’d never been in love. So when Director Zhu invited me, I agreed. I also wanted this chance to let more people get to know her. Good actors need to be seen by the audience, don’t they?”
Yan Qing’s answer was textbook perfect. She explained her reasons while reframing Qin Que from a charity case to a promising newcomer.
Her image as a supportive senior uplifting a junior was firmly established. The others applauded respectfully.
Only Qin Que remained frozen, staring at Yan Qing.
She knew Yan Qing’s words weren’t entirely true—but not entirely false either.
Yan Qing hadn’t learned about her from a trending post, but she genuinely approved of her acting.
The spark Yan Qing had ignited in her was now being validated by the very person who’d lit it.
She was moved, but more than that, she felt guilty.
How could she—how could she have improper thoughts about someone like Yan Qing? Even if it was the pheromones’ fault, it shouldn’t have happened.
After answering, Yan Qing suddenly noticed the milky pheromones beside her fluctuating violently.
Puzzled, she turned to see Qin Que’s reddened eyes.
The alpha’s lips trembled as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Yan Qing: “Huh?”