After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 44

44: It Almost Feels Like

The indigo-colored tranquil sea trembled, reflecting a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Qin Que had never imagined she would show such an expression to Yan Qing.

Serious, resolute, even carrying a hint of aggression.

The suddenly narrowed distance allowed her to discern the meaning behind the omega’s pheromones more clearly.

The wine-like scent had shed its bitterness, leaving only its fragrance and a subtle sweetness that could only be detected upon careful savoring.

Qin Que instinctively twitched her nose.

There was surprise and panic, but none of the disgust and rejection she had feared.

Yet why was there also a trace of… excitement?

Curiously, she gazed at the woman’s face—this was the first time during such close contact that she hadn’t actively averted her eyes.

And so, she finally noticed that at some point, a faint blush had also spread across Yan Qing’s face.

Perhaps vision had triggered touch, but she felt the tender skin beneath her fingers growing increasingly warm.

Could she be feeling shy too?

Realizing this, Qin Que felt a surge of heat erupt from her heart, sending tingles throughout her body.

Her heartbeat had long surpassed normal levels, but it wasn’t due to shyness or nervousness.

It was excitement.

This was easy to discern because, at this moment, she didn’t want to flee, nor could she bear to look away for even a second.

Those pink lips pursed and relaxed under her gaze, their changing hues irresistibly alluring.

Qin Que inexplicably felt thirsty, but with no water to quench it, she could only swallow dryly.

She couldn’t, she mustn’t do this.

This was just an intense rehearsal, but Yan Qing didn’t know what she was thinking.

She couldn’t disregard the other’s wishes.

More importantly, even if Yan Qing was unaware, she knew the truth.

Were her actions truly for the sake of perfecting this song?

Or was she simply so startled by Wu Zihan’s reprimand that she forgot to restrain her true desires?

In reality, she was already overstepping with Yan Qing.

She should let go and apologize.

But she continued to stare obsessively at the woman’s face. She had never seen Yan Qing like this before, nor had she ever wished so desperately for time to stand still.

She wanted to look a little longer.

But time refused to freeze, and the person in her grasp was no docile creature.

The woman’s lashes fluttered slightly, half-veiling those shy ocean-blue eyes. Her voice was low, laced with a hint of teasing, “You wouldn’t want to kiss me, would you?”

Was this giving her an out?

The surroundings were utterly silent. Even without looking, Qin Que knew everyone in the classroom was likely staring at them.

She should take the hint, let go, deny it with a few words, add an apology, and pretend this never happened.

Yet the deepening blush on the woman’s face hooked her attention, urging her not to let go.

Yan Qing was just like her.

She was shy too. She might even be waiting for her to retreat again, giving her another chance to brush it off.

Qin Que was like a tug-of-war contestant who had forfeited, only to be jolted awake by a slap, finally gripping the rope tightly—only to realize her opponent wasn’t as composed as she’d thought.

How could she bear to let go?

“What if I do?”

She heard Yan Yuzhen gasp nearby.

She was even surprised at her own audacity to say such a thing.

Yan Qing, still held by her, trembled slightly and lowered her gaze.

She neither slapped her nor teased her further.

But Qin Que, for once, adopted a scholarly attitude, leaning in closer to the already near woman.

If Yan Qing was shy, she’d ask again, quietly.

She even felt proud of her own thoughtfulness.

Clearly, Yan Qing didn’t see it that way.

A cool, soft hand pressed firmly against her lips.

“Hmm?”

Startled by the sudden move, Qin Que instinctively parted her lips to speak, only for her tongue to brush against the palm of Yan Qing’s hand.

“Ah!”

The woman yanked her hand back as if electrocuted, shooting her a glare mixed with embarrassment before swatting away the hand on her face. “Not now!”

Qin Que’s hand dropped limply. She felt a pang of disappointment but no panic.

Though Yan Qing’s glare had been fierce, the words “Not now” sounded more like a coquettish protest.

Adorable.

She was reluctant to let go.

The moisture on her hand vanished instantly, but Yan Qing rubbed her palm absentmindedly several times, visibly flustered.

Qin Que probably hadn’t licked her on purpose…

But she had deliberately held on.

And asked if she could kiss her?

In front of all these people? If she’d actually agreed, they’d be trending by tonight!

Yan Qing’s mind was a tangled mess. She couldn’t recall ever feeling so disoriented.

It was all Qin Que’s fault.

She glared at the alpha beside her, who gazed back innocently, though the smile at her lips was unmistakable. “Oh, okay.”

Oh what?

It took Yan Qing a moment to realize this was a response to her “not now.”

The heat in her face, which had just begun to fade, surged back.

Why say such things so seriously? Where’s your apology?

She took a deep breath, deciding she didn’t want to engage with Qin Que for now.

Then she met Wu Zihan’s amused gaze.

The woman’s smile was unmistakable, practically screaming, “So this is your weakness?”

She hadn’t expected such an expression from someone with such a limited repertoire.

Yan Qing was thoroughly displeased with this instigator.

Look what you’ve done to this poor girl—turned a well-behaved pup into a mischievous wolf. Must your teaching methods be so crude?

She schooled her expression into a polite but hollow smile. “Teacher, are you satisfied with this outcome?”

Wu Zihan’s smile faded into seriousness. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Ask me? Satisfied with what? That Qin Que now dares to ask if she can kiss me while holding me?

Yan Qing nearly laughed in frustration. She had a million complaints but didn’t want to argue with Wu Zihan in front of thousands of viewers. She settled for another cold smile. “I’m very satisfied.”

The obvious sarcasm was taken as praise by Wu Zihan. “I thought your emotions were just right—finally, some tension.”

Yan Qing was momentarily speechless. Before she could retort, Wu Zihan added, “Do you remember how you answered when I asked you about the best way to portray love?”

Yan Qing had an excellent memory when it came to her craft and could still recall it. “The entanglement of two equals in emotion, each holding the other’s vulnerabilities, complementing each other’s flaws. The thrill of dopamine mixed with love accumulated over time—neither can remain untouched, yet both revel in it…”

Her voice trailed off as she realized Wu Zihan’s point.

Wu Zihan maintained her scholarly demeanor. “You answered well back then. I thought that was your view on love.”

Yan Qing smiled. “So did I.”

Wu Zihan tilted her head slightly. “So, did you feel the thrill of dopamine just now?”

Yan Qing shook her head firmly. “No. Seems we were both wrong.”

She wouldn’t admit to feeling a flutter, not to play into this narrative of past words coming back to haunt her.

Wu Zihan didn’t press further. Having enlightened one student, she turned to Qin Que. “And you? Do you understand now?”

Qin Que, who had been listening, nodded thoughtfully. “I understand.”

Wu Zihan’s point was that she had been too cautious around Yan Qing. That had been her initial state—Yan Qing was her idol and the object of her guilty fantasies, so she instinctively avoided intimacy, even when Yan Qing initiated. She was always the one blushing.

But things were different now.

She no longer overthought things so easily, and her relationship with Yan Qing had grown much closer.

She didn’t need to violate her usual principles to force intimacy, but she also didn’t need to panic so much.

Even between friends, one side couldn’t always be the active party while the other passively accepted.

She understood all this, but the time had been short, and Yan Qing particularly enjoyed her shyness, often teasing her on purpose, so she’d never broken out of this pattern.

Even now that she understood, she might not always take the initiative.

After all, this was Yan Qing.

But she would try.

Because now she understood Yan Qing’s feelings too.

She also liked seeing Yan Qing flustered.

Even if she blushed ten times for every one of Yan Qing’s, it’d be worth it.

The alpha’s scorching gaze felt almost tangible against her skin. Yan Qing asked warily, “What do you understand?”

It was a pointless question—Qin Que had surely figured it out by now. She just wanted to gauge how far the other had come.

Qin Que took her hand, her smile still sweet. “I understand how to sing this song now.”

On the surface, nothing seemed different, but Yan Qing felt everything had changed.

Teacher Wu, you’ve ruined everything.

Wu Zihan clapped her hands. “Now that you both understand, let’s try again.”

“Together, never to part…”

Faced with this new Qin Que, Yan Qing’s usual composure cracked under the uncertainty of what the other might do. Her once-steady voice wavered slightly.

Qin Que heard it clearly but found it perfect.

After all, who wouldn’t feel nervous facing their lover?

Her lips curved into a smile, her voice trembling too, but for the first time, she dared to meet Yan Qing’s eyes—and saw the same nervousness reflected back.

“Together, let me hold you tight…”

That nervousness eased her own, like a lone planet discovering another like itself in the vast cosmos.

A sense of kinship, joy, even gratitude blossomed.

“Through spring, summer, autumn, and winter, through snow, moon, and flowers…”

Originally, Yan Qing was supposed to guide Qin Que’s hand to her face, but Qin Que hadn’t let go since they started singing.

Now, touching Yan Qing’s face would feel odd, so she naturally pressed the woman’s hand against her own cheek instead.

Yan Qing’s lashes fluttered.

She was certain she couldn’t pull off this move as well as Qin Que did.

Looking into the alpha’s earnest, obedient eyes as she lowered her head for easier access, Yan Qing struggled to resist the urge to pinch those cheeks.

Are you some kind of attention-seeking puppy?

She averted her gaze. The next line was a duet.

“Let us be together.”

The person beside her suddenly leaned in. Yan Qing’s heart clenched, and she instinctively raised a hand to Qin Que’s shoulder to stop her from coming closer.

But Qin Que hadn’t intended to go further.

It was a polite embrace—the arm around her back didn’t even touch her, only their clothes brushing.

At least, that’s how it would’ve been if she hadn’t intervened.

Yan Qing looked up into Qin Que’s confused but gentle eyes, catching a fleeting spark of delight.

Today seemed to be a series of self-inflicted traps.

Now, this almost felt like they were about to kiss.