I Really Didn't Intend to Pick Up the Black Lotus Omega - Chapter 21

In the rain-soaked, frigid air, every trace of warmth was devoured by the cold.

 

Yet the warmth radiating from Jiang Nianyu’s palm, pressed against Yu Qing’s fingers, made Yu Qing freeze. She felt Jiang Nianyu’s breath growing feverish again.

 

A series of fiery glimmers rose in Jiang Nianyu’s eyes, conveying her longing without words.

 

Her gaze locked onto Yu Qing’s, her pupils reflecting Yu Qing’s own wavering gaze.

 

What does she want?

 

What is she demanding from me?

 

Why my fingers?

 

Why is Jiang Nianyu gripping my fingers?

 

“Your fingers are slender and well-defined, excellent tools,” the doctor said encouragingly, drawing Yu Qing’s gaze back to her own hands.

 

The knuckles Jiang Nianyu had bitten glistened with moisture, as if the rain outside had seeped in, enveloping them in warmth.

 

Yu Qing felt she was already exerting immense self-control, but those frenzied, greedy desires couldn’t be completely suppressed by the mere mention of “Heat.”

 

In fact, due to her weakened self-control, these urges surged through Yu Qing’s mind, amplified by Jiang Nianyu’s gentle warmth. They whispered seductively in her ear, urging her to betray her own restraint.

 

“Taste her.”

 

“Savor her flavor.”

 

 

“She’s already offering herself to you. What reason do you have to refuse?”

 

 

“What does Jiang Nianyu taste like? Aren’t you curious?”

 

Curious? How could she not be?

 

Beyond mere curiosity, Jiang Nianyu’s tongue, as it brushed against the pad of her finger, was also seducing her.

 

“What do you want me to give you?”

 

Yu Qing maintained the position Jiang Nianyu had pulled her into, bracing one leg against the bed as she spoke. Her eyes locked intently on Jiang Nianyu’s, as if she would grant her anything—even her own finger—if that’s what she desired.

 

Outside the window, a torrential downpour hammered against the glass, each raindrop the size of a bean.

 

The room was damp with moisture, blurring the boundaries between Jiang Nianyu and Yu Qing.

 

But Yu Qing had asked what she wanted.

 

Jiang Nianyu didn’t know.

 

A discomfort gnawed at her, a sensation she couldn’t distinguish between pain and restlessness.

 

She could feel the artificial suppressant quelling the heat surging within her, yet her heart burned with resentment.

 

Resentment at being subdued so easily.

 

She refused to surrender so easily.

 

She still had other options.

 

She hadn’t yet savored enough of a certain someone’s flavor.

 

Her tongue traced the calloused tips of Yu Qing’s fingers—fingers worn smooth from years of holding a pen, fingers that seemed incongruous between her lips.

 

Where else should they belong?

 

Where should her hand hold them, and where should she guide them?

 

On the dimly lit second-floor platform, two pairs of eyes flickered—eyes burning with different desires, yet equally adrift.

 

Yu Qing’s mind was in turmoil.

 

She had longed to touch and trace Jiang Nianyu’s lips and teeth, yet now those lips and teeth were being vividly traced against her palm.

 

It felt as if Jiang Nianyu were kissing her.

 

But their lips hadn’t even touched.

 

What distance remained between them now?

 

Jiang Nianyu gripped Yu Qing’s hand tightly. The dim sunlight couldn’t penetrate the humid air, thick with moisture and heat.

 

When Yu Qing leaned closer, she could smell Jiang Nianyu’s scent—the warmth of sweat-dampened skin, the lingering taste of a swallowed bite.

 

That scent should have been on her own body, now infused with the fragrance of Jiang Nianyu’s breath.

 

What did Jiang Nianyu taste like?

 

To Yu Qing, the scent was merely that of her usual laundry detergent.

 

She carried the same fragrance herself.

 

What do you think you’re doing, you Beta?

 

What can you even do, you Beta?

 

The rain hammered the summer’s restlessness into the earth, cooling the sweltering air.

 

Yu Qing’s heavy breaths trembled as Jiang Nianyu’s hand slowly moved, still holding her captive.

 

The finger Jiang Nianyu had bitten remained in her mouth.

 

But Yu Qing’s movements shifted from being restrained to tracing Jiang Nianyu’s jawline, her fingers pinching her cheek.

 

It was unclear whether this rough gesture was meant to punish Jiang Nianyu or herself.

 

Yu Qing’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

 

A terrifying, self-deprecating coldness.

 

“Jiang Nianyu, listen to me. It’s just the Heat affecting you. You don’t really want this. Snap out of it,” Yu Qing told Jiang Nianyu.

 

She was also telling herself.

 

This was the proper action for a Beta.

 

This was what a normal person should do.

 

But Jiang Nianyu didn’t see it that way.

 

Yu Qing quietly lifted her gaze to meet Jiang Nianyu’s eyes, finding her increasingly gentle and seemingly without temper, making it impossible to resist taking advantage.

 

Jiang Nianyu gently tightened her teeth.

 

Right in front of Yu Qing, she swallowed Yu Qing’s finger from the first knuckle to the third.

 

It wouldn’t budge. Soaked with moisture, it clung tightly to Yu Qing’s finger, sealing it in a tight embrace.

 

Squeezing, constricting.

 

How did rain form? In mere moments, Yu Qing’s finger was drenched.

 

Summer rain was always soft and warm.

 

Yu Qing’s hand was gripped even tighter, the web between her thumb and forefinger pressed against Jiang Nianyu’s jaw. The bone, covered only by a thin layer of skin, dug painfully into her flesh.

 

This action should have instinctively made her recoil, but Jiang Nianyu’s gaze was direct, unwavering, fixed on her.

 

Yu Qing had almost forgotten the innocence represented by Jiang Nianyu’s baby-blue eyes. Now, they seemed deep and obsessive, filled with a greedy, feverish heat.

 

“Jiang Nianyu…”

 

The words finally scraped their way out of Yu Qing’s throat, raw and unfamiliar.

 

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had swallowed a mouthful of ice-cold liquor.

 

But in truth, from beginning to end, she had been enveloped only by the unrestrained scent of White Camellia emanating from Jiang Nianyu’s body.

 

A scent a Beta couldn’t detect.

 

Everything in the room seemed unnaturally pale.

 

Yu Qing’s voice, too, was part of the scene.

 

“Don’t do this,” she pleaded, trying to stop Jiang Nianyu’s actions. Her voice carried a desperate plea. “Jiang Nianyu, please don’t…”

 

Yu Qing understood that Jiang Nianyu’s actions were merely the uncontrollable urges of an Omega in Heat. She dared not dwell on it further, nor even think about it. Their relationship was one of mutual need, and nothing more was possible.

 

Please.

 

I’m begging you.

 

Outside, the wind howled fiercely, driving silver streaks of rain against the window in a relentless barrage. The air was damp and cold, yet Jiang Nianyu’s breath was light and scorching, burning against the back of Yu Qing’s hand, trapped in the crook of her thumb, and echoing the frantic rhythm of their lips and teeth.

 

Fire was burning.

 

It felt like an impatient entanglement.

 

Yu Qing clenched her teeth, forcing her voice to remain calm as she said, “The Potent Suppressant might take a little longer to work, but the Heat will pass soon. Can we just wait a bit longer?”

 

If.

 

She was only thinking if.

 

If they waited and the Potent Suppressant still didn’t work, she would lend Jiang Nianyu her fingers.

 

Just as doctors often strip patients of their clothes or even break their ribs during emergencies.

 

If this Suppressant could alleviate the situation, then complying with Jiang Nianyu’s wishes wouldn’t be such a big deal.

 

No.

 

Jiang Nianyu felt this was far from okay.

 

Yu Qing’s hand lifted her chin, and every word she heard was Yu Qing rejecting her.

 

The scent on her fingers gradually faded. Her tongue circled them repeatedly, but the dampness could no longer extract any more of Yu Qing’s scent.

 

Feeling utterly empty, Jiang Nianyu gazed at the rain outside the window, feeling like a small boat adrift at sea.

 

She longed to find her anchor.

 

“A-Qing… why won’t you hug me?”

 

Jiang Nianyu asked, lifting Yu Qing’s hand that was still gripping her chin.

 

She pressed Yu Qing’s bitten finger against her cheek, her eyes flickering between bright and dim, their wetness conveying both innocence and sorrowful longing.

 

A hug was cheaper than a kiss—even ordinary colleagues could exchange farewell hugs.

 

Yet this seemingly trivial gesture could conceal a multitude of ambiguous emotions.

 

Compared to a finger, I could certainly hug her more freely.

 

But with what intention would I embrace her to fulfill her request?

 

Yu Qing didn’t want to think about it, and she refused to.

 

She had already thought about too many things today. It was just a hug; she didn’t need any more weight on her mind.

 

“It’s okay now. Everything’s fine,” Yu Qing said, leaning in to embrace Jiang Nianyu.

 

With each soothing breath, her scent gradually filled Jiang Nianyu’s nostrils.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s heart pounded, each beat echoing like a drum.

 

Unable to resist, she reached out with her other arm, grasped Yu Qing’s wrist, and held her completely in her grasp.

 

That gentle warmth burned hotter than fire, searing its way down Yu Qing’s shoulder.

 

Yu Qing didn’t know what she was doing. She wanted to push Jiang Nianyu away, but her arms remained wrapped around her waist, patting her back rhythmically.

 

Emboldened by Yu Qing’s embrace, Jiang Nianyu didn’t melt into her arms but instead greedily devoured her scent.

 

These two.

 

One aiding and abetting, the other clinging to her fear.

 

The room was dimly lit, their knees pressed together, their dark shadows already merged into one.

 

After what felt like an eternity, Yu Qing’s shoulder slumped slightly as she felt Jiang Nianyu’s breathing gradually even out against her shoulder.

 

She glanced sideways and saw that Jiang Nianyu had fallen asleep, her head resting against Yu Qing’s shoulder.

 

The Potent Suppressant had finally taken effect.

 

Yu Qing exhaled softly, her gaze clouded with complex emotions.

 

She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or something else entirely. Her mind was blank.

 

Despite the earlier commotion, they hadn’t even left the confines of the bed.

 

Yu Qing carefully laid Jiang Nianyu back down, repeatedly checking to confirm that her body temperature was indeed decreasing.

 

This crisis had passed.

 

Yu Qing looked up, gazing out the window.

 

The rain showed no sign of stopping, pouring down relentlessly day and night. Even inside the room, she could smell the earthy scent of rain-splattered mud.

 

And that was all she could smell.

 

“Do you feel inferior because you’re not an Alpha and couldn’t relieve her Heat through a bite?”

 

The doctor’s words suddenly echoed in Yu Qing’s ears. She lowered her head, her finger still bearing a faint ring of teeth marks from Jiang Nianyu’s bite.

 

In the darkness, the lingering dampness on her finger was invisible.

 

Yet, even with her eyes open, Yu Qing could vividly recall Jiang Nianyu’s expression as she bit down.

 

Beneath those wet lashes, fragments of light flickered, fragile and fleeting.

 

Though Jiang Nianyu’s expression always seemed cold, the flush on her cheeks burned hotter than winter flames.

 

If I were an Alpha, what would I do? Yu Qing couldn’t help but wonder.

 

The doctor’s words echoed in her mind, offering the answer:

 

Mark her. Relieve her.

 

But Yu Qing wasn’t an Alpha. All she had was a finger marked with teeth marks.

 

Not only couldn’t she mark Jiang Nianyu’s scent glands, she couldn’t even smell her pheromones.

 

The damp, cold air pierced Yu Qing’s nostrils like an inverted blade.

 

Yu Qing seemed oblivious, sitting on the bed and taking several deep breaths.

 

She desperately wanted to know what Jiang Nianyu’s pheromones smelled like.

 

But she couldn’t smell anything.

 

Would an Omega ever need a Beta who couldn’t smell pheromones?

 

Would they?

 

If Yu Qing could smell Jiang Nianyu’s pheromones, her Heat wouldn’t have been delayed for so many days, and it wouldn’t have suddenly erupted out of control like today.

 

Yu Qing gazed at the sleeping Jiang Nianyu, at her finally restored, delicate face, and lowered her lashes.

 

Her gaze grew increasingly complex, tinged with self-deprecation.

 

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

 

Buzz.

 

Just as Yu Qing apologized and reached out to touch Jiang Nianyu’s sleeping cheek, her phone rang.

 

The vibrations of the phone on the desk were unusually clear, like a warning from someone watching.

 

Yu Qing’s hand, hovering in mid-air, froze momentarily.

 

In the end, her hand didn’t touch Jiang Nianyu’s face. Instead, she picked up the phone.

 

It was a call.

 

The caller ID read: Yu Qingyun.

 

This was the original owner’s Alpha sister.

 

Yu Qing tensed up, cautiously answering the call. “Sister.”

 

The voice on the other end cut straight to the point: “Open the door. I’m downstairs.”