After the Top Idol Omega and I Started Living Together - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The cicada seemed like a muted key pressed down, its vibrating wings came to a halt.

Suddenly, the world quieted down, leaving only the cloud hanging on the window frame, inch by inch dyed into a dark orange-red by the setting sun.

The sunset blazed boldly, crashing into Lu Zhao’s eyes.

Along with it came Sheng Jingyu.

This person wore only a skirt, the water-soaked fabric shimmering with a layer of light, clinging tightly to her body.

Droplets of water fell one by one along the thin fabric onto the floor, leaving clear, visible traces, like a fragile cicada’s wing, transparently outlining the lean yet full figure beneath.

The wind passed through the half-open window, surging recklessly into the room.

Sheng Jingyu was completely wet, her jet-black long hair lifted by the wind in a few strands, subtly revealing the neck beneath.

Lu Zhao’s gaze moved from top to bottom, her eyes lowering to notice the inhibitor patch slightly raised at one corner.

The patch seemed somewhat loose, just a moment away from revealing the gland hidden beneath, faintly showing the outline of its edge.

Pale and delicate, it shimmered with a faint, translucent hue.

A droplet fell from her hair, untimely yet perfectly timed, landing on the edge, like liquid seeping from within.

The wind circled and blew toward Lu Zhao, the bland space seeming to carry a clean scent.

The sunset shifted, pouring large swathes into Sheng Jingyu’s room, warming Lu Zhao’s earlobes.

Thump, thump.

Lu Zhao’s heart beat fiercely, and then she rationally took off her sunscreen jacket.

Her movements were polite, her gaze averted, head lowered as she blindly draped the jacket over Sheng Jingyu.

Lu Zhao hadn’t figured out what was happening, her words stumbling: “Miss, Miss Sheng, what happened?”

Sheng Jingyu’s expression wasn’t good, she lowered her head and tapped her phone: “I was about to shower, and the shower pipe suddenly burst.”

Hearing this, Lu Zhao realized the sound of endless water seemed to come from Sheng Jingyu’s room.

She looked toward the bathroom and saw water pooling on the low floor, almost spilling into the bedroom.

Lu Zhao’s mind buzzed as she looked.

She had lived here so long and never encountered a burst pipe before.

Last month’s house inspection did mention the pipes in this room were somewhat old.

Lu Zhao had planned to replace all the pipes after summer passed.

She was wrong.

She should have done it when summer began.

Fortunately, years of experience had honed Lu Zhao’s ability to adapt.

Her mind raced, and she said to Sheng Jingyu: “Miss Sheng, if you don’t mind, you can shower in my bathroom. I have towels and shampoo there, and I’ll handle this.”

Sheng Jingyu hesitated upon hearing this.

Indeed, for the quickest solution, Lu Zhao’s frequently used bathroom next door was the best choice, but it was, after all, an adult Alpha’s room, or rather, territory.

The room fell quiet for a moment.

It was summer, yet a cool air lingered in the house.

Sheng Jingyu seemed to have left in a rush, her pale feet bare on the floor.

Her toes, touching the ground, curled slightly, joints dotted with faint pink.

Sheng Jingyu’s figure was slimmer than most, her eyelashes, adorned with water droplets, carried a sickly air.

Like the white camellia called “beheaded flower” that Chenchen had soaked with water days ago, she exuded a cold resilience mixed with a fragile need for gentle care.

Lu Zhao slightly furrowed her brow.

She thought anyone would feel pity in this situation, then urged: “Go quickly, or you’ll catch a cold.”

Lu Zhao’s tone was anxious, her voice slightly raised.

Her brows knitted, her gaze fixed on Sheng Jingyu’s eyes, without a hint of ulterior motive.

The jacket draped over her was dampened by water, the wetness seeping over Sheng Jingyu’s fingers.

Her thin lips pursed, she hesitated, then raised her hand to Lu Zhao: “Thank you, Miss Lu.”

“I’m the one who should feel embarrassed; I should have inspected the house again before you moved in,” Lu Zhao said sheepishly, opening her room’s door for Sheng Jingyu.

“You can use everything in the bathroom; there are clean clothes in the dryer.”

Due to the symmetrical design, Lu Zhao gave Sheng Jingyu a brief introduction.

She watched Sheng Jingyu enter her room, politely closing the door behind her.

Click.

Sheng Jingyu heard the door close behind her.

She rarely visited others’ rooms, even others’ homes, and this room, perfectly symmetrical to her bedroom, had a completely different style.

An old-fashioned single sofa sat by the window, a half-read book on the round table beside it.

The sunset had dyed the sky red, unobstructed by camphor trees, the room’s window glowing like a brilliant oil painting, making it hard not to imagine how the room’s owner usually sat here.

Elegant yet uncluttered, meticulously detailed.

Sheng Jingyu could tell the previous owner had put great care into Lu Zhao’s bedroom.

This family warmly welcomed this child into the world.

At this thought, Sheng Jingyu’s eyes suddenly darkened.

She reverted to her usual self, withdrawing her foot from the boundary’s edge, no longer peering into Lu Zhao’s world, and turned to enter the bathroom.

The sound of water flowed steadily from the shower, as it should.

Sheng Jingyu neatly folded her clothes on the shelf, walked barefoot, and stepped into the water.

The world’s sounds were drowned by the water, quiet with a lonely beauty.

Sheng Jingyu didn’t feel lonely; she tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes in the stream.

—In the past, after every bad experience, she calmed herself this way.

Sheng Jingyu was used to being alone, used to handling everything herself.

But perhaps because of Lu Zhao’s sudden appearance, she closed her eyes silently, and Lu Zhao’s image uncontrollably flashed in her mind.

Sheng Jingyu didn’t know why this person came to her door.

But in her most disheveled moment, this person draped her jacket over her.

Amber eyes reflected the sunset outside, and Sheng Jingyu felt, for the first time, a fiery red that averted its gaze.

No overstepping, no improper looks, she urged her not to catch a cold.

Sheng Jingyu opened her eyes in the water, her dense lashes like crow feathers, hiding her emotions.

Milky-white bubbles piled layer by layer on Sheng Jingyu’s hair, revealing a slender neck.

In the steamy space, Sheng Jingyu unexpectedly didn’t detect complex fragrances from Lu Zhao’s toiletries; the scent was crisp and refreshing, not synthetic, remarkably natural.

Sheng Jingyu was surprised.

In her impression, artists like Lu Zhao often layered many scents.

But this person’s scent…

Hot air accumulated in the narrow space, Sheng Jingyu suddenly felt her ears warm, her thoughts halting.

She slightly furrowed her brow, thinking she must be too relaxed to think such things.

Water rinsed the shower gel’s foam, sliding from Sheng Jingyu’s neck down her spine.

The piled bubbles passed her waist dimple, a shallow indent spreading to delicate skin on both sides, pale and glossy like jade underwater.

The bubbles lingered, reluctant to leave, leaving a small cluster of traces.

But the water was relentless, washing away the remaining cluster.

The sound of water hitting the floor stopped abruptly, steam surged out as the door opened.

The air of two calm worlds mingled, the vapor playfully warming the bedroom’s scent.

Sheng Jingyu was still barefoot, the soft carpet cradling her soles, each step carrying a trace of scent around her fingers.

The room remained clean and faint, yet filled with Lu Zhao’s lingering scent.

The sunset cast a dim glow over the room, a breeze carrying the sea’s salty tang.

Sheng Jingyu’s pupils wavered for a moment, the soft carpet supporting her feet, unreal, as if she stood on a cruise ship sailing the sea.

The sea breeze blew recklessly, and Sheng Jingyu caught the same scent on herself.

Thud, thud, thud…

Something heavy seemed to fall from a high tree, the sounds quickly connecting, rolling toward Sheng Jingyu from afar.

She bent down, her long fingers hooking a lychee.

The lychee was fiery red, like someone’s pupils reflected in the sunset.

One, two…

Lychees fell one after another, their translucent flesh peeled and gathered, brewing an alcoholic scent.

Her wet hair draped loosely, Sheng Jingyu felt a pale pulse at the back of her neck.

She belatedly realized the place she stood was where her body most wanted to be.

—No place carried Lu Zhao’s pheromone scent more than her bedroom.

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The sun hung halfway on the mountainside, the sunset’s brilliance faded by time, turning into an orange-tinted red.

The clamoring cicadas finally tired, the world settling into an eerie quiet after the noise.

Lu Zhao, with her years of living alone, managed to stop the burst pipe.

But her shoulder was soaked, her feet chilled from standing in the water too long.

Lu Zhao pitifully rubbed her whitened feet, thinking to change clothes, and turned into her room.

Habits were harmful.

The moment Lu Zhao opened the door, she remembered Sheng Jingyu was showering in her room.

Half-stepping back, she froze.

Vines of grapes seemed to climb and grow, coiling around Lu Zhao’s ankles through the open door.

A gentle breeze brushed her face, a sweet green scent with a bitter intensity drilling into her nose.

Thump!

Lu Zhao’s heart jolted.

She couldn’t mistake it—this was an Omega’s pheromone scent.

The wind blew the door wide open, and Lu Zhao dazedly saw a slender figure lying on her bed.

There was no second Omega in this house.

Sheng Jingyu had entered her heat in her room.