I Am Her Secret Beauty and Strong Alpha (GL) - Chapter 21

“Don’t—don’t come in!”

Mu Xi’s voice from behind the door sounded hurried, weak, and hoarse.

She clearly wasn’t doing well.

But still, she was so determined to keep Nan Xi out. Oh dear.

Nan Xi actually withdrew her five fingers lightly from the doorknob and asked with concern, “Really? Are you sure you’re okay?”

Mu Xi shut her eyes tightly in pain.

There was no way she was okay.

But Nan Xi’s pheromones were even stronger now than before. If she didn’t leave soon, Mu Xi might lose control before she could inject the strong suppressant.

“Miss, I have a strong suppressant. It’s okay,” Mu Xi said.

“How can that be okay?” Nan Xi immediately retorted. “You know how severe the side effects of strong suppressants are. You’re not allowed to use it.”

…She was only resorting to the heavy side-effect suppressant because of someone.

Mu Xi stopped speaking. She pulled the safety cap off the injector and aimed it at her arm, ready to inject.

Strong suppressants could sometimes cause fainting, but Mu Xi thought maybe fainting was exactly what she needed right now.

Nan Xi waited at the door for two seconds. When she heard no response, she lost the mood to tease her. She immediately placed her thumb gently on the door. With a soft click, the door unlocked.

Mu Xi had indeed locked the door. But this was the Nan household—technically, there wasn’t a door a Nan family member couldn’t open. It was just out of courtesy that they didn’t intrude without reason.

But today, Nan Xi clearly had every intention of intruding.

The moment the door opened, she saw Mu Xi collapsed by the bed, gripping a syringe of strong suppressant. The room was filled with the faintly bitter orange scent of Mu Xi’s pheromones. She was in such bad shape she’d even forgotten to use scent patches, letting her scent spread unchecked.

Nan Xi sniffed lightly, and the anger she’d felt at Mu Xi for using the suppressant quickly faded. Her gaze grew dazed.

“Mi—Miss?” Mu Xi struggled to lift her head. Through the messy strands of hair, she saw Nan Xi—and was instantly startled.

She gripped the suppressant tighter and shrank back toward the bed. “Why are you… Please don’t come closer, I’m begging you.”

If Nan Xi was dressed like that and walking around the house, it must be the middle of the night.

She was barely wearing anything—just a thin robe thrown over her underwear. The buttons weren’t even fastened, and Mu Xi could easily see her lingerie.

Nan Xi walked toward her, step by step, slowly, like slicing Mu Xi open with every step.

“You’re begging me… to let you suffer like this? Mu Xi, I can’t.”

The alluring floral scent she brought with her—unlike any known flower yet more intoxicating than all of them—rushed in to overwhelm Mu Xi’s senses, making her dizzy and disoriented.

Mu Xi had no choice but to act quickly while she still had control over her limbs, stabbing the strong suppressant into her arm.

She tried to press the injector with her thumb, but a gentle force stopped her.

Nan Xi was right in front of her, bending down and holding her hand, gently but firmly stopping her.

She dropped a kiss on Mu Xi’s fevered forehead. “You know why I’m here. Don’t make yourself suffer, okay?”

Mu Xi bit her lip and said nothing. She lifted her other hand and gripped Nan Xi’s hand tightly.

Part of her wanted to push Nan Xi away and fling her hand aside. But the other part of her wanted to caress that smooth, soft hand and pull it into her own.

“Pl-please…”

“Let me… in…ject…”

Mu Xi could barely form words now, forcing out fragmented syllables through clenched teeth. She had to grit her teeth to keep from kissing or biting Nan Xi.

Nan Xi’s pheromones—Nan Xi herself—were what she wanted most right now… and also what she must not have.

…

Nan Xi hadn’t expected Mu Xi’s self-control to be so strong.

She thought she’d be easy to get—but apparently, not that easy.

Still, not too hard either.

Nan Xi stopped talking. Her actions made her intentions clear. Mu Xi, torn by inner conflict, lost the strength to resist. Nan Xi gently pried her fingers open and took the dangerous suppressant from her hand, tossing it aside.

The innocent syringe shattered on the carpet, its pale blue liquid slowly seeping out, never to reach Mu Xi’s bloodstream.

Satisfied, Nan Xi crouched down—not to help her up, but to gently cradle her head, letting her rest against her chest.

She whispered:

“You picked a good day.”

“Mom, big sis, and big bro are all out today. I told the maids not to come tomorrow, and I already took leave from Professor Yu. You know what that means? We’ve got tonight—and all of tomorrow.”

“Mu Xi, I’m not feeling well either. Can you help me?”

Her voice was like a siren’s lure—low and innocent, yet it pierced straight through Mu Xi’s heart, sealing off the last cracks of clarity.

Mu Xi could no longer see or hear anything else—only her, only Nan Xi.

Mu Xi said nothing.

But soon, Nan Xi felt her embrace turn slick. Mu Xi had lost all resistance and was beginning to kiss and lick her.

Which was exactly what Nan Xi wanted.

She chuckled softly, letting out a hum.

She loved watching Mu Xi lose to her, watching her slowly lose control. That sense of triumph brought her even more joy than physical pleasure.

Nan Xi gently pushed her back, looking into Mu Xi’s dazed eyes.

“Not on the floor—it’s cold.”

“You set the AC so low. If we do it on the floor, I’ll catch a cold.”

Mu Xi, though too far gone to speak, still understood that Nan Xi getting sick was unacceptable. She slowly crawled off the floor and collapsed onto the bed, looking at Nan Xi with a mix of longing and anticipation.

Nan Xi smiled slightly, got onto the bed, straddled her waist, and leaned down to kiss her.

This time, it wasn’t a secret kiss stolen while she slept—it was open and bold, with Mu Xi fully aware, and expected to respond.

Mu Xi was a bit clumsy, but that was fine. Nan Xi would teach her, better than ever.

Nan Xi kissed her with focused intensity, letting Mu Xi explore her sweetness, even tolerating the occasional bite to her tongue. Mu Xi now acted like a young beast—unable to speak, expressing herself only through licking, kissing, and biting. The more intense, the stronger the emotion.

When Nan Xi’s lips began to go numb, she pulled away, pressing down on Mu Xi’s hand in protest.

“I have a question,” she said. “You have to answer yes or no honestly. Only then will I let you continue.”

That was a lie.

Mu Xi looked at her with a childlike innocence, and Nan Xi took it as agreement.

“Did your early estrus come because of me?”

“Because I kissed you, and you started to want me?”

Mu Xi frowned, thinking for a moment, then nodded decisively.

“So honest,” Nan Xi grinned, shrugging off her robe in reward. “Much cuter than your usual stubborn self.”

Mu Xi didn’t hear a word she said.

She just stared—at Nan Xi. She looked new, beautiful, and she didn’t just want to look. She wanted to touch, to make the unclear become clear.

When she reached out, Nan Xi pushed her hand back.

Mu Xi pouted in displeasure—until Nan Xi said, “You show some sincerity too. You take it off first.”

Easy enough.

Mu Xi swiftly pulled off her robe, lying naked on the bed and looking at Nan Xi.

It meant: “Your turn.”

“You…” Nan Xi was stunned by Mu Xi’s bare and unabashed honesty. She clicked her tongue. “…So unlike you. And yet, also so you.”

She kept her promise, offering honesty in return.

She leaned down again and kissed Mu Xi, not on the lips this time, but along her jawline, tracing every inch from chin to ear.

Mu Xi stroked her hair with one hand, the other reaching for where she wanted most to touch.

Nan Xi whispered in her ear:

“It’s been a long time since we were like this.”

“Be gentle with me, I’m weak. Don’t break me.”

“Not like that—softer… softer… yes, like that.”

She taught Mu Xi patiently, attentively—like a teacher, but more tender.

She gave Mu Xi all her passion, kissing her deeply and letting her hear every sound of pleasure.

No one else was around. It was safe here. They could enjoy themselves, indulge, until everything returned to normal the next day.

…

Nan Xi gave a muffled groan—Mu Xi had kissed her a bit too hard.

Mu Xi sighed in relief. She tried to bite Nan Xi’s gland, but was stopped again.

Nan Xi had stopped her quite a few times tonight, but Mu Xi didn’t mind—because every time Nan Xi stopped her, she gave her something even better afterward.

Mu Xi gazed at Nan Xi, eyes still clouded, completely driven by desire.

Before long, Nan Xi gave her the answer she wanted.

Panting, she pulled off of Mu Xi and sat up on the bed, breathing heavily.

“So tired. I’m going to lie down. You get on top—your turn.”

Not a lie. Nan Xi’s body was already weak, and she’d given her all to guiding Mu Xi. Now she was sore all over, just wanting to lie down.

But having come this far, she wasn’t about to stop.

So Mu Xi had to be the one to adjust.

Sure enough, Mu Xi obediently switched positions with her, and the teacher and student resumed their “homework.”

Nan Xi lay on her back, able to see only Mu Xi’s head.

The scene… made her a little shy. She turned her head, covering her mouth, looking out the window at the swaying shadows of trees and the bright moon in the sky.

So happy.

So satisfied.

So good.

If you here from five years ago knew this day would come, maybe she would’ve cried a little less.

She had never dared to imagine being with Mu Xi like this again—on the same bed, intimately entwined, nothing between them.

Lost in thought, Nan Xi suddenly felt Mu Xi pull her hand away from her mouth.

She looked at her in surprise.

With just one finger, Mu Xi easily uncovered the hand covering her lips. Her voice was hoarse beyond recognition, but she still managed to say:

“Don’t… cover your mouth. I want to hear.”