I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 12

Song Shi’an was also soaked, so she simply took off her clothes and walked straight into the bathroom to rinse off.

Seeing Yan Sheng still standing in the living room outside, Song Shi’an asked as she walked, “Are you planning to stay cold like this?”

Yan Sheng’s cheeks burned, and after hesitating for a moment, she obediently took off her clothes and followed.

Song Shi’an casually pressed the bathtub to fill it with water, then stepped into the shower first to rinse.

Turning around to face Yan Sheng’s flushed cheeks, she couldn’t resist teasing her, “So shy? How many times have we done this already?”

Yan Sheng lightly bit her lower lip, the embarrassment in her heart dissipating slightly.

“No.” Song Shi’an’s indifferent tone made her realize once again that, to Song Shi’an, she was nothing more than a bed partner who happened to suit her preferences.

Nothing more.

Even keeping her around was simply because it was rare to find someone who fit so well.

And from Song Shi’an’s perspective, she didn’t want this person to have intimate contact with anyone else—purely out of personal fastidiousness.

As a patron, Song Shi’an was already more than qualified.

It was Yan Sheng who harbored unrealistic fantasies.

Yan Sheng walked over to Song Shi’an and wrapped her arms around her from behind.

She kissed Song Shi’an’s back and whispered, “Let me wash you, sister.”

Hearing this, Song Shi’an felt a twinge of discomfort.

But refusing would have seemed like losing face.

In the end, she suppressed her awkwardness and replied, “Mm.”

Then she turned around, waiting for Yan Sheng to attend to her.

Yan Sheng picked up the bath sponge and carefully scrubbed Song Shi’an’s body. Song Shi’an’s skin was delicate, so soft that Yan Sheng sometimes felt even a little too much pressure might leave marks.

Omega bodies seemed to be like this—highly sensitive. Even though Song Shi’an was physically strong, in this regard, she was no different from other omegas.

Song Shi’an lowered her gaze, watching the girl’s focused expression, and suddenly felt that keeping her around had been the right decision.

Once Yan Sheng finished scrubbing, she hesitated to proceed with the more intimate cleaning.

But she still looked up at Song Shi’an and asked, “Do you want to rinse yourself, sister?”

Song Shi’an reached out, tilting Yan Sheng’s chin up with her fingers pressing against her lips. “Didn’t you say you’d wash me? It’s not clean yet, is it?”

Yan Sheng’s ears burned completely red as she stammered, “Ah… okay.”

Song Shi’an watched the girl, so shy she seemed about to combust, and inexplicably felt in a better mood.

Yan Sheng obediently continued washing Song Shi’an, her soft hands roaming clumsily over her body.

Suddenly, Song Shi’an caught a whiff of her pheromones—newly presented alphas really didn’t know how to control them.

Song Shi’an felt a headache coming on. The way Yan Sheng was touching her had already stoked a fire inside her, and she couldn’t tell whether the girl was genuinely inexperienced or doing it on purpose—those alternating light and heavy strokes.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, Song Shi’an grabbed her hand. “Enough. I’ll do it myself.”

Yan Sheng endured the dry, parched feeling in her throat and obediently stood to the side. She felt a pang of regret as she noticed the red marks she’d left on Song Shi’an’s body.

Suddenly, she couldn’t help but let a trace of pheromones slip out.

Was her sister angry because of this?

She hadn’t meant to, but…

Looking at Song Shi’an like that, an indescribable possessiveness had surged within her for a moment.

Yan Sheng quickly snapped out of it and made a conscious effort to rein in her pheromones.

After finishing her shower, Song Shi’an fetched a bottle of red wine, pouring two glasses and placing them beside the bathtub.

Yan Sheng watched as Song Shi’an stepped into the tub, lazily soaking in the water before turning away, resisting the urge to keep staring.

By the time Yan Sheng finished showering and wrapped herself in a bathrobe, Song Shi’an beckoned her over with a slight gesture.

The obedient little fox approached, and Song Shi’an tilted her chin slightly, signaling for Yan Sheng to join her.

The bathtub was spacious enough for two without any issue.

Yan Sheng stepped in and sat opposite Song Shi’an, who pushed a glass toward her. “Do you drink?”

“I—I do, but I don’t handle it well,” Yan Sheng replied softly.

Song Shi’an chuckled. “It’s fine if you get drunk. We’re not going anywhere.”

With that, she turned on a movie—some random sci-fi flick they started watching together, occasionally exchanging comments.

Between the warm soak and the wine, Yan Sheng didn’t even realize when she began to feel tipsy.

By the time Song Shi’an glanced over, Yan Sheng’s cheeks were flushed, her words slightly slurred—though thankfully, she wasn’t completely incoherent.

Song Shi’an checked the bottle. It was empty—just half a bottle, and she was already this far gone. Her tolerance was worse than expected.

The movie had barely begun, nowhere near its climax.

Deciding they’d soaked long enough, Song Shi’an grabbed her bathrobe and stepped out.

“Sister, done already?” Yan Sheng rested her chin on the edge of the tub, tilting her head slightly.

The sight inexplicably made Song Shi’an want to pin a pair of fox ears on her.

Since when had she developed this kind of preference?

“Stay if you want, but any longer and you might shed a layer of skin,” Song Shi’an teased.

Yan Sheng puffed her cheeks in response.

“Come out.”

She followed Song Shi’an out of the tub, her face still rosy, her dazed expression unmistakably drunk.

Wrapped in a towel, she trailed after Song Shi’an, who opened another bottle of wine and settled on the couch, shifting the movie to the living room screen.

She hadn’t finished it yet, and since the plot was decent, she figured she might as well watch it before bed.

Yan Sheng watched Song Shi’an drink before snuggling up beside her.

Her gaze fixated on the glass in Song Shi’an’s hand, staring unblinkingly as she took sips.

“Want some?” Song Shi’an asked after finishing her glass.

“Can I mix a drink for you?” Yan Sheng suddenly perked up, her eyes sparkling.

Song Shi’an highly doubted she could manage that in her current state.

“You know how to mix drinks?” she asked skeptically.

“Mhm~ The bartender sister said I’m smart enough to work on my own now,” Yan Sheng replied with rare pride.

Song Shi’an gestured toward the liquor cabinet and the cocktail shaker on the bar, letting her go ahead.

Yan Sheng reached out to wrap her arms around Song Shi’an’s neck, leaning in to plant a kiss at the corner of her lips. “Okay, sis.”

Song Shi’an watched her staggering walk and couldn’t help but doubt whether she could actually mix a decent drink.

But as Yan Sheng rummaged through the liquor cabinet, she didn’t end up breaking anything.

After a moment of concerned observation, Song Shi’an decided to let her do as she pleased.

Soon enough, Yan Sheng returned with a glass in hand. She took a sip first, then looked at Song Shi’an with eager anticipation. “Didn’t mess it up.”

Song Shi’an noticed that the drunken little fox seemed bolder than usual.

“Aren’t you going to feed it to me?” Song Shi’an leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, watching Yan Sheng with amusement.

“As a lover, you’re not quite up to par, little Yan Sheng.” For some reason, Song Shi’an couldn’t resist teasing her.

At the mention of the word “lover,” Yan Sheng unconsciously pursed her lips. She glanced at the glass in her hand, then back at Song Shi’an, as if seriously contemplating something.

She looked adorably slow, her mind clearly not functioning at full capacity.

After a long pause, Yan Sheng tilted her head back and took another sip of the drink. Then, without warning, she straddled Song Shi’an and pressed her lips against hers.

The alcohol trickled slowly from her mouth into Song Shi’an’s, a small amount spilling from the corners of their lips.

Once she was done, Yan Sheng pulled back and asked earnestly, “Do you want more, sis?”

Song Shi’an wiped the traces of liquor from her lips. She had only been joking—she hadn’t expected this girl to actually be so bold.

“No need.” The sudden assertiveness of this alpha left Song Shi’an slightly overwhelmed.

But Yan Sheng’s gaze dropped to her fingers. Suddenly, she grabbed Song Shi’an’s hand and ran her tongue over the alcohol-slicked fingertips.

Song Shi’an stared at that pink tongue, her mind going blank for a moment. Her breathing grew heavier without her realizing it.

The alpha’s beautiful peach-blossom eyes gleamed wetly up at her.

Innocent yet alluring.

Song Shi’an’s gaze shifted to the glass in Yan Sheng’s hand. She reached over and took it.

Downing the remaining liquor in one go.

The glass was set aside unceremoniously, and Song Shi’an bit down lightly on the back of the neck of this alpha who couldn’t control her pheromones.

Yan Sheng instantly went limp, collapsing against Song Shi’an.

But Song Shi’an didn’t push further. “Sweetheart, after all this time, haven’t you learned anything?”

“A lover’s duty is to please their patron, not the other way around.”

Yan Sheng blinked at her in confusion before finally leaning in to nip at Song Shi’an’s lower lip.

She tried to kiss her properly, but her technique was painfully clumsy.

Song Shi’an couldn’t take it anymore. In the end, she flipped Yan Sheng onto the sofa.

The bathrobe slipped to the floor as their mingled pheromones filled the room.

The movie continued playing in the background, but neither of them paid it any attention.