After the Top Idol Omega and I Started Living Together - Chapter 54

Chapter 54

An old-fashioned door had frosted glass embedded above it, and faint light passed through the uneven surface, filtering in softly.

Sheng Jingyu leaned beneath this light source, and a faint golden hue outlined Lu Zhao’s face as she approached in her line of sight.

The makeup artist did not do much to her face; those slender eyebrows carried a strong heroic air, and her lips shone bright red.

She looked like her usual self, yet somehow exuded much more of an Alpha’s aura, indescribable in its origin.

Sheng Jingyu dazedly peeled away the dimness in her vision, and her thin lips felt the sea breeze rush through her breath.

Lu Zhao’s kiss came swiftly, yet it lacked forceful pressure.

Her hand, clasped backward, sought Sheng Jingyu’s wrist and moved upward, resting lightly yet firmly on her waist, slightly lower than in previous times.

The cotton fabric of summer was thin, and the warmth of her palm burned, almost setting it aflame.

With her skirt band fastened, Sheng Jingyu had no escape and let Lu Zhao lean closer, as if a sudden rain submerged her into the sea.

The sea was never calm, and the churning waves struck the grapevines, makingmediating them tremble.

Lu Zhao’s kiss continued uncontrollably, one after another, as the lychee scent on her lips, slightly tart like unripe fruit blown down by the sea breeze, rubbed and stained her lips.

She genuinely kissed her.

She also genuinely borrowed a bit of courage through this act.

Sheng Jingyu slightly lowered her eyes and tilted her head to receive Lu Zhao’s kiss.

She allowed her to take what she needed.

Perhaps a rain was about to fall outside, as the small space gradually filled with warm, humid air.

The room dimmed as if dark clouds covered the window, and water faintly sounded beneath the frosted glass.

Silence surrounded them, with only unsteady breathing rising and falling.

Their noses lightly touched, and heat fluttered onto her lip, a small fireball recklessly crashing everywhere, burning her entire body.

Sheng Jingyu leaned against the door, her high heels barely gripping the smooth floor.

Fortunately, Lu Zhao’s arm supported her waist, preventing her from sliding down the door.

Lu Zhao steadied Sheng Jingyu’s back and then stopped.

She gently nudged again, touching lightly like a dragonfly skimming water, before finally parting from Sheng Jingyu.

Not with much strength, Lu Zhao leaned into Sheng Jingyu, resting her chin on her shoulder.

Her chin was sharp, once questioned by many in the circle for possible cosmetic surgery, and it inevitably caused some pain against Sheng Jingyu’s collarbone.

Yet Sheng Jingyu did not push Lu Zhao away for this.

She keenly sensed whether Lu Zhao encountered something before this and quietly took out her phone: “Is it Si Liaoliao?”

A mechanical female voice sounded in the quiet space, and Lu Zhao froze in surprise.

She suddenly raised her head to look at Sheng Jingyu, her pupils filled with astonishment.

Sheng Jingyu’s expression remained calm as ever, though her brows curved slightly with a hint of amusement.

She released her arms around Lu Zhao and gestured unhurriedly: “It seems I guessed correctly.”

Lu Zhao sighed and nodded, leaning back against the nearby table: “She is the opponent I sing a song with.”

“So you came to borrow a bit of courage from me,” Sheng Jingyu said.

Lu Zhao did not expect Sheng Jingyu to guess, and a sense of guilt for misusing personal privilege arose; she nodded and assured earnestly: “[It’s] like a teacher recharging in advance; next time the teacher needs something, I will prove this time was not a loss.”

Hearing this, Sheng Jingyu smiled faintly.

She seemed instantly to understand Lu Zhao’s meaning and calmly told her: “You don’t need to prove anything to me; I’m not an audience member below the stage.”

The implication was that she firmly chose Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao froze, and the light filtering through the uneven old glass fell into her pupils, brightening the previously dim color.

This feeling defied description.

Sheng Jingyu’s words fit perfectly into the freshly peeled gap in her heart, without the slightest deviation.

Her cool fingertips, still carrying a trace of lingering heat, suddenly brushed Lu Zhao’s ear.

Sheng Jingyu calmly tucked Lu Zhao’s fallen hair behind her ear and brought the topic back: “When you go on stage, the audience below will favor you.”

She rarely comforted others proactively, yet somehow said more this time: “You must trust your voice. The three or four people who just performed didn’t sing as well as you.”

Lu Zhao laughed at these words, her mind quick, and teased: “Teacher, it’s only been half an hour since the start; each audience vote takes time, and at most one group has competed, so where did all these people come from?”

She felt both mildly annoyed and comforted by these words.

Lu Zhao gazed at Sheng Jingyu before her, her eyes serious, yet her voice teased: “Teacher, you really can’t even lie properly; who would fall for your trick?”

When saying this, Lu Zhao smiled.

Her beautiful pupils curved into two crescents, and her light voice spoke the Cantonese Sheng Jingyu taught her, the language Sheng Jingyu grew up speaking.

Sheng Jingyu’s eyes paused briefly upon hearing this.

Someone spoke carelessly, yet hit another’s target perfectly.

Her gaze carried a hint of obscurity, unnoticed in the dim room.

Thinking of something, she asked Lu Zhao: “Is your mood better now?”

Lu Zhao nodded without hesitation: “Much better.”

Sheng Jingyu’s eyes softened for a moment and nodded in response: “Then it was worth it.”

What was worth it?

Lu Zhao paused at these words.

She somehow felt the words didn’t quite connect to the context, yet found no flaw to point out.

Suddenly, loud music surged, muffled through the blocked door into the room.

The second group’s competition likely began, as the song’s climax even brought cheers from afar.

Lu Zhao’s attention shifted to the sound, forgetting her earlier doubts.

She looked at Sheng Jingyu, who stayed with her here for so long, and smiled lightly: “I stayed here too long; any longer, and Chenchen will come looking for the teacher.”

With that, Lu Zhao moved to open the door and leave.

But as her hand reached past Sheng Jingyu for the door handle, someone pushed her back forcefully forward.

Unprepared, she fell into Sheng Jingyu’s embrace.

The wall was cool, and Lu Zhao’s back pressed against it.

She smelled the lingering grape scent in the air and called out haltingly, unnaturally: “Tea… Teacher?”

“I need you to fulfill your obligation now, Miss Lu.”

Sheng Jingyu’s hand rested on Lu Zhao’s waist, and the mechanical female voice fell from above her head.

Lu Zhao suddenly looked up, the door’s faint light falling into her vision, casting a bewitching gold onto her gray-silver pupils.

Since becoming Lu Zhao’s vocal teacher, Sheng Jingyu never used such a polite address for her.

At this moment, the title “Miss Lu” seemed less about politeness.

Lu Zhao leaned forward onto Sheng Jingyu’s shoulder; every inch of this person’s movements exuded elegance and refinement, yet an ambiguous breach of etiquette naturally emanated from her measured courtesy, like a dynamic between superior and subordinate.

Within the subtle distance, they exchanged moves. The bittersweet grape scent brushed past Lu Zhao’s nose.

She suddenly realized that during the earlier kiss, she unconsciously released some pheromones to Sheng Jingyu, whose glands lacked the high endurance threshold of others.

So, Sheng Jingyu wanting her pheromones now was not unreasonable.

Quietly, Lu Zhao felt Sheng-kun lift her hand to brush aside her hair.

She did not recklessly tear off her inhibitor patch but rested her lips near the neck where the patch lay.

The scent of green grapes intertwined, and the sea breeze softened to its gentlest extreme.

Lu Zhao never allowed any Omega to draw her pheromones, but Sheng Jingyu kissed her skin, the coolness of her lips intertwining with the unavoidable heat radiating from her skin in summer.

Lu Zhao could not see the scene behind her neck; in the dim vision, this sensation felt even more ear-warming than kissing.

A faint itch bit densely at Lu Zhao’s heart, her heartbeat overloading.

Held in Sheng Jingyu’s embrace, her slender, delicate frame seemed frail, yet unexpectedly trapped Lu Zhao inescapably, leaving her to be held and drawn upon.

Truthfully, Lu Zhao also coveted Sheng Jingyu’s embrace.

Their earlier conversation lingered in her ears, and only now did Lu Zhao realize this person effortlessly guessed her thoughts.

Though Chenchen was a good friend to Lu Zhao, many matters of the heart required her to explain them.

Some things were hard to voice, and over time, they all pressed into her heart.

Sheng Jingyu was different.

Her sadness, sorrow, and tension needed no words; this person knew, each word and phrase perfectly apt.

Silently held by Sheng Jingyu, Lu Zhao suddenly recalled a saying.

Between them, sound was the least important thing.

Lu Zhao’s tensed shoulders suddenly softened.

An unknown seed, nurtured by gentle soil, sprouted a small bud in the wilderness; the swirling dust settled, and the world returned to silence.

Time stretched, and after two or three minutes, Sheng Jingyu released Lu Zhao.

She calmed her breathing, stepped back slightly from Lu Zhao, and gestured: “Miss Lu keeps her promises well.”

Lu Zhao felt proud of Sheng Jingyu’s praise and her own composure, tilting her head slightly: “I always do business honestly, no matter who!”

The door’s light fell sideways on the wall, casting faint shadows, yet enough to outline the pride on her face.

Her words came naturally, with a hint of boastfulness in her pride.

It was as if she long mastered such dealings with ease.

Sensitively, Sheng Jingyu paused.

She calmly raised her eyes, gazing at Lu Zhao with a hint of coolness, and gestured: “Has Miss Lu done such business with other Omegas before?”

As her words fell, the storage room went quiet for a second.

Lu Zhao looked at Sheng Jingyu blankly, and then a sound rang in the room.

It was not Lu Zhao’s voice explaining.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

A sudden sound arose, and a tall, thin shadow stood against the frosted glass filled with light.

Someone stood before the door, knocking on it beside Lu Zhao.