Failed to Pretend to Be an Alpha and Got Marked by the Enemy (ABO, GL) - Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Yu Jing froze for two seconds before realizing Ming Zhu referred to her role as “Chu Chu.” She quickly glanced around, noticing her teammates approaching and the many cameras nearby. Her heart skipped a beat. She broke free from Ming Zhu’s embrace and stepped back to create distance.

“Thank you, Teacher.”

Her unsteady gaze swept over Ming Zhu and the surrounding faces. Her fragile heart nearly leaped out of her chest in fear.

My dear Sister, this is the practice room with so many cameras filming. You’re too bold!

Though Ming Zhu’s voice was soft and likely not recorded, Yu Jing still worried someone might see through them. She clutched her chest and glared weakly at the person across from her.

Ming Zhu’s eyelashes fluttered. She slowly lowered her hands, her gaze scanning Yu Jing up and down. She asked softly, “Are you okay?”

“Jingjing, are you okay?” Xiao Yihuan stepped forward to ask.

Yu Jing’s eyes moved past Ming Zhu, seeing her teammates’ concerned faces. She glanced at Ming Zhu again, steadied herself, and smiled. She said, “I’m fine. I bent too hard and lost balance. Luckily, Teacher Ming Zhu helped in time.”

Everyone sighed in relief, confirming she wasn’t hurt. Their gazes turned to the suddenly appeared Ming Zhu.

“Teacher Ming Zhu, are you here to guide us?” Chen Xiao asked.

The subtle emotion in Ming Zhu’s eyes had quietly faded. Her face was calm. She said humbly, “Not exactly guidance. The song ‘Old Friend’s Farewell’ is about Chu Yao and Chu Chu’s story. As someone who played Chu Yao, I know the drama’s content well. You can ask me if you don’t understand anything.”

Everyone nodded in understanding.

Only by fully grasping the lyrics’ meaning could they perform the song well. Ming Zhu’s presence was indeed necessary. She could help them clarify the song’s emotions and storyline and guide their movements.

The choreography included martial arts moves, needing both grace and boldness. Ming Zhu wasn’t a professional martial arts director, but while filming “Ranger,” she trained in martial arts for a month. She performed all the martial arts scenes herself, making her more than qualified to guide them.

With the teacher present, they couldn’t ignore her. Yu Jing and Chen Xiao decided to set aside the difficult middle duet. They grabbed fans to substitute for swords. The six lined up and practiced martial arts moves with Ming Zhu.

Ming Zhu, teaching for the first time, seemed inexperienced but taught earnestly. She corrected teammates’ incorrect movements with her hands.

Using the fan as a sword, Yu Jing gripped the handle, twirling a graceful “sword” flourish in the air. As she pointed forward, a slender hand grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t grip so tightly. Relax a bit.”

A soothing voice sounded by her ear. Yu Jing turned, seeing Ming Zhu’s focused, elegant profile. Her heartbeat skipped.

She knew Ming Zhu was correcting her movement, but recalling Ming Zhu’s past playful actions, Yu Jing grew cautious. She feared Ming Zhu might do something unexpected. She kept a calm facade and slightly loosened her grip. She asked, “Like this?”

Ming Zhu held her hand, feeling the tension in her muscles. Her gaze shifted, noticing the soft flesh puffed up nervously by Yu Jing’s mouth. Her heart stirred, wanting to pinch it.

Mindful of the cameras, Ming Zhu suppressed the urge. Under the guise of guidance, she rubbed Yu Jing’s fist a few times, then let go and stepped back. She said, “Good. That’s the relaxed feeling you need.”

The process took less than ten seconds. Yu Jing’s palm sweated. When Ming Zhu turned to correct the next person, she lowered her eyes, quietly steadying her breathing.

[I love watching their interactions. Every eye contact feels like sparks flying!]

[Ming Zhu’s tone is so strict with others, but it softens clearly with Yu Jing.]

[The difference in treatment is so obvious. I don’t know Yu Jing’s attitude, but I’m sure Ming Zhu likes her.]

[I think Ming Zhu likes Yu Jing too. Maybe she joined ‘Youth Training Camp’ as a mentor to pursue her.]

[I want to see them rehearse the Chu Yao and Chu Chu middle part. Chen Xiao isn’t bold enough. Ming Zhu and Yu Jing match better.]

[Want to see +1]

CP fans in the livestream couldn’t hold back, eager to arrange interactions for Ming Yu. But neither heard their calls.

Even if she saw them, Ming Zhu couldn’t comply. The middle dance was too difficult. As someone who never danced, it was beyond her ability.

After teaching a few martial arts moves, except for Yu Jing and Xiao Yihuan, who knew Ming Zhu well, others unfamiliar with her temperament changed their views. People called Ming Zhu aloof, but they found otherwise. She spoke little but was patient and a responsible teacher.

After half an hour of practice, everyone stopped to rest.

Chen Xiao boldly chatted with Ming Zhu. She asked, “Teacher Ming Zhu, is filming a martial arts drama hard?”

Ming Zhu thought for a moment. She said, “It’s not about hard or easy. ‘Ranger’ was the most grueling project I’ve filmed. Many scenes were outdoors, shot in winter. It was freezing. I often used wires, and there were horse-riding and group scenes.”

“That sounds dangerous,” teammate Lingling joined, shyly looking at Ming Zhu. She asked, “Did you ever get hurt filming?”

Yu Jing, about to drink from her bottle, paused.

Ming Zhu, as an actress, had low output, filming only two dramas so far. Yu Jing had seen “Qinghu Legend” but not “Ranger.”

Lingling’s question hit a key point. Yu Jing wanted to know too, secretly listening.

Ming Zhu seemed to sense it, looking up and meeting Yu Jing’s sneaky glance. Her gaze softened unconsciously.

Yu Jing’s eyes flickered. She pretended to drink.

Ming Zhu smiled slightly at her. She said casually, “Filming always involves injuries, but I was lucky. Mostly minor ones.”

Good. Yu Jing thought, continuing to drink.

Ming Zhu added, “You train so hard daily, so be extra careful.”

Yu Jing felt Ming Zhu’s words hinted at her earlier near-fall from overexertion. She guiltily licked her moist lips, capped her bottle, and joined the others in quietly saying, “Got it.”

After guiding the martial arts, Ming Zhu watched them rehearse the dance for a bit before leaving.

Yu Jing felt lucky. Her five teammates had great personalities. They discussed issues calmly, unlike other groups that fought. None were lazy. When tired, the six supported each other, making collaboration pleasant.

Yu Jing and Chen Xiao mastered the difficult middle dance, performing it smoothly. But their chemistry lacked a CP vibe, looking unharmonious.

Yu Jing thought they needed more practice. She stood, ready to rehearse more with Chen Xiao, when dizziness hit. Her chest felt tight, her breathing quickened.

She thought it was low bl00d sugar from standing too fast. But a familiar heat surged in her lower abdomen, spreading through her limbs. She realized it wasn’t that simple.

Chen Xiao, noticing something wrong, supported her, startled by her hot skin. She touched Yu Jing’s forehead. She asked, “Are you running a fever?”

Her body churned. Yu Jing bit her lower lip hard and nodded.

Chen Xiao’s face changed. She said, “Why keep practicing? Rest now.”

Hearing she was sick, the other teammates stopped and gathered around. Xiao Yihuan, anxious, insisted on taking her to the infirmary.

Yu Jing leaned half her weight on Xiao Yihuan, enduring her discomfort. She told the concerned teammates, “Keep practicing. Yihuan will stay with me.”

With Xiao Yihuan’s help, they left the practice room.

The base had an infirmary. Xiao Yihuan was about to inform staff when Yu Jing grabbed her hand. She whispered, “I’m not feverish. My heat arrived.”

Xiao Yihuan paused, seeing Yu Jing’s sweaty, flushed face and dazed eyes. It didn’t look like a fever. She asked, stunned, “Did you bring suppressants?”

Yu Jing nodded. She said, “In the dorm.”

Heats were a normal physiological phase for every Omega, but Omegas were fragile then. To protect herself, Yu Jing hadn’t told her teammates the truth in front of the cameras.

Xiao Yihuan, also an Omega, understood. She hurriedly helped her back to the dorm.

Finding suppressants in Yu Jing’s luggage, Xiao Yihuan avoided dorm cameras and entered the bathroom. Seeing Yu Jing’s growing weakness, she knew she felt awful. She stood behind her, carefully disinfecting her neck with an alcohol swab. She removed the needle’s cap, aiming at the red, swollen gland. She said, “I’m injecting now.”

“Go ahead… ugh!” The sharp needle pierced the sensitive, fragile spot. Despite Xiao Yihuan’s warning, Yu Jing flinched in pain, frowning and groaning. She said, “Why does it hurt so much?”

Seeing her pained face, Xiao Yihuan hesitated to push harder, watching her expression while injecting. She said, “It’s always painful. Haven’t you had it before?”

Yu Jing shook her head.

“Huh?” Xiao Yihuan found it odd. She asked, “Didn’t the doctor give you suppressants during your first heat at differentiation?”

Yu Jing’s mind buzzed, realizing she’d slipped. Her gaze darted away from Xiao Yihuan’s probing look. She stammered, “My first differentiation… I passed out from pain. I don’t remember.”

In truth, her first heat came from accidentally drinking Ming Zhu’s bl00d. She got through it with Ming Zhu’s temporary mark.

She made up an excuse to brush it off, but Xiao Yihuan asked, “Haven’t you had heats since differentiating?”

Of course she had.

This was Yu Jing’s fourth heat. The previous two, she didn’t use suppressants either, relying on Ming Zhu’s temporary marks.

Her mind uncontrollably recalled the process and details of Ming Zhu marking her those times. The pheromones in her body surged, her face burning red.

The sting at her neck pulled her back. Meeting Xiao Yihuan’s puzzled gaze, Yu Jing quickly composed herself. She said, “You know, my body’s special. I only get heats every three months.”

Xiao Yihuan recalled Yu Jing’s rare A-to-O case, her eyes widening in awe. She said, “That’s awesome!”

Yu Jing guiltily looked away, gasping in pain. She said, “It hurts. Hurry up.”

“Bear with it,” Xiao Yihuan said, her attention shifting to Yu Jing’s pain. She sped up the injection.

The faster speed intensified the pain. Yu Jing clenched her teeth, enduring silently, thinking of Ming Zhu.

No wonder Ming Zhu refused to touch her gland during heats, despite her pleas and desires. She feared causing pain.

The cool liquid entered her body. Five minutes later, the suppressant worked.

Yu Jing’s restless pheromones calmed, her heat controlled. But her body temperature didn’t drop quickly, and she felt weak.

Planning to rest until her strength returned, she dozed off. Waking later, she found her temperature had risen.

Suppressants only managed heats, not fevers. She was now running a fever.

Xiao Yihuan, touching her forehead, panicked and took her to the infirmary.

Lying on the infirmary’s narrow bed, watching the IV drip above, Yu Jing worried.

What if the fever didn’t break by tomorrow, delaying the team’s practice?

Knock, knock, knock—

A knock interrupted her thoughts. Yu Jing looked at the door, thinking it was a nurse or doctor. She steadied herself and said, “Come in.”

The door opened from outside. A tall, slim figure walked in.

Yu Jing sat up, staring at the approaching figure, hardly believing her eyes. She said, “Sister?”

It was evening. Sunset slanted through the window, falling on a face full of worry.

Ming Zhu seemed to have rushed over, her chest still heaving slightly. She reached the bed in a few strides, touched Yu Jing’s forehead, frowned, and looked at her pale face. She asked softly, “Did you take the suppressant?”

Yu Jing was surprised, then understood. Ming Zhu was present for her previous three heats, so remembering today’s cycle wasn’t odd.

“I took it,” Yu Jing said. Feeling vulnerable from illness, she leaned into Ming Zhu instinctively, forgetting to keep distance or push her hand away. She looked up, her voice soft like a whine. She asked, “How did you know I was in the infirmary?”

Ming Zhu’s fingers brushed her brow, seeing her flushed face. She sighed and said, “I remembered your cycle today. I went to the practice room, and they said you were sick, so I came.”

Yu Jing’s feverish head drooped, letting Ming Zhu stroke her like a kitten. She said obediently, “Oh.”

“Why are you alone? Where’s Yihuan…”

Before Ming Zhu finished, the door was pushed open again.

“I’m back!” Xiao Yihuan entered, carrying two takeout boxes, her excited expression freezing upon seeing the intimate pair. She said, “You two…”

The three stared at each other.

Xiao Yihuan blinked. She said, “Did I come at a bad time?”

She turned to leave.

Yu Jing quickly moved Ming Zhu’s hand, scooting back. She shouted at Xiao Yihuan’s back, “Don’t go!”

Xiao Yihuan stopped, turning slowly, looking at them awkwardly.

Though Xiao Yihuan knew they liked each other, Yu Jing hadn’t told her they were together. Caught unexpectedly, she felt embarrassed. She cleared her throat and asked, “What did you buy?”

Xiao Yihuan cautiously glanced at Ming Zhu by the bed, seeing no reaction. She walked over with the takeout. She said, “I got you hot porridge.”

Yu Jing smiled. She said, “Thanks.”

With an IV needle in her hand, she couldn’t move easily. Xiao Yihuan handed a box over, and Ming Zhu took it.

Ming Zhu opened the plastic bag, took out the porridge, uncovered it, scooped a spoonful, blew it cool, and held it to Yu Jing’s mouth.

Yu Jing instinctively opened her mouth, then felt a gaze from the side. She looked over, seeing Xiao Yihuan watching curiously. Her face warmed. She pursed her lips and said to Ming Zhu, “I’ll do it myself.”

Xiao Yihuan interjected, “You have a needle in your hand. How can you eat?”

Yu Jing glanced at the needle in her right hand. Her eyes flicked to a small table by the wall. She nodded toward it, looking at Ming Zhu.

Ming Zhu stared at her for a few seconds, sighed, and put down the bowl. She fetched the table, set it up, and placed the porridge on it.

Yu Jing nodded, satisfied, and shifted her position. She asked Ming Zhu, “Have you eaten?”

Ming Zhu’s lips moved, looking into her eyes. She said, “Not hungry yet. You eat.”

Yu Jing didn’t argue, picking up the spoon with her left hand to eat small bites.

Xiao Yihuan, caring for Yu Jing, hadn’t eaten dinner either. She got herself fragrant rice, eating while sneaking glances at Yu Jing and Ming Zhu, finding it intriguing.

Sister Ming Zhu’s gaze at Jingjing is so gentle, overflowing with love. Yu Jing seems more reserved, polite, like she’s keeping distance on purpose.

Recalling Yu Jing’s mention of feeling inferior to Ming Zhu, Xiao Yihuan, a Ming Yu CP fan leader, thought she should help.

After finishing the porridge, Yu Jing’s forehead was sweaty.

Ming Zhu naturally reached with a tissue to wipe it. Yu Jing, aware Xiao Yihuan was watching, raised her hand to block.

Ming Zhu’s gaze darkened. She turned to Xiao Yihuan, who was biting her chopsticks in thought, and paused. She said, “Yihuan.”

“Huh?” Xiao Yihuan looked up blankly.

“Can you step out? I need to talk to Jingjing.”

Xiao Yihuan was thrilled, closing her takeout box. She grinned and said, “Talk as long as you want. I’ll keep watch outside.”

Yu Jing was speechless.

Watching Xiao Yihuan scurry out with her takeout and lock the door considerately, Ming Zhu looked back at Yu Jing. She asked, “Does she know about us?”

Yu Jing shook her head, then nodded. She said, “I told her a bit.”

Ming Zhu didn’t comment, taking a tissue to wipe her sweat.

This time, Yu Jing didn’t dodge. She asked, “What do you want to say?”

Ming Zhu’s fingers traced from her temple to her neck, hooking a stray hair. She suddenly caught a sweet pheromone scent, her breath catching. Her touch lightened.

Pushing aside the soft hair, Yu Jing’s neck was exposed, revealing a tiny needle mark on her gland.

Ming Zhu frowned, looking down at her. She asked, “Does it hurt?”

Yu Jing pouted, whining softly. She said, “It hurt a lot during the injection.”

Ming Zhu’s heart ached. She leaned forward, eyeing the swollen gland, frowning again. She blew gently on the needle mark.

That spot was highly sensitive. Yu Jing shrank her neck, unable to bear it. She said, “It doesn’t hurt now.”

Ming Zhu stopped blowing.

Yu Jing thought it was over, twisting her body. But Ming Zhu’s hand pressed her shoulder.

Confused, Yu Jing started, “What…”

Her vulnerable neck skin was enveloped by warm lips, silencing her words.

Ming Zhu kissed her gland.

The soft tongue brushed the tiny wound. Yu Jing’s body jolted with a current. She grabbed Ming Zhu’s hand, biting her lip, pleading softly, “Don’t touch there…”

Though Xiao Yihuan guarded outside, the neck was too sensitive. Ming Zhu’s light touch overwhelmed her. The heat she’d suppressed began to stir.

She tried to push Ming Zhu away, but her wrist was gripped tightly.

Ignoring her words, Ming Zhu held her restless hand, gently licking the wound with patience.

“Sister, don’t…” Yu Jing pressed her lips hard to avoid strange sounds.

“Shh, just a moment,” Ming Zhu’s husky, sensual voice teased her ears, testing her restraint.

Yu Jing’s reason slipped under her licks.

Ignoring the risk of someone barging in, unsatisfied with the light nibbles, Yu Jing craved more comfort. She opened her mouth, moved her neck, seeking Ming Zhu’s lips.

Ming Zhu’s fingers threaded into her hair, holding her head still.

Why tease her like this? Arousing but not satisfying her. Yu Jing felt wronged, her misty eyes gazing at Ming Zhu.

Ming Zhu’s fingers steadied her restless shoulders, coaxing softly, “I’ll give you some pheromones. It won’t feel so bad. We’ll kiss later. Be good, don’t move.”

Yu Jing fell silent.

A cool sensation flowed through the needle mark into her gland. Yu Jing’s wriggling body froze.

Ming Zhu was marking her with pheromones.

Alpha pheromones were typically dominant, but Ming Zhu’s were like a clear spring, flowing gently into her body, warm and embracing. Their pheromones collided and merged in her bl00d, slowly calming her restless emotions.

Yu Jing couldn’t describe the feeling. She felt entirely filled by Ming Zhu’s gentleness. Unable to resist, she tilted her neck, lips parting, a comfortable sigh escaping her throat.

The marking was slow and intense.

When it ended, Ming Zhu released her gland.

Yu Jing grew greedy, melting into her arms. Her slender fingers clutched Ming Zhu’s collar, whining like a spoiled child. She begged, “Bite a little more, please.”