I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 20

Yan Sheng carried Song Shi’an to the bathroom, where there happened to be a small platform to sit on.

It was usually used as a mini bar for placing things during baths.

Now, it served as a perfect seat.

Song Shi’an, noticing Yan Sheng was still wearing her dress, asked with a smile, “Are you planning to help me bathe like this?”

Yan Sheng hesitated before replying, “Then wait for me, sister.”

She obediently stepped out, and Song Shi’an watched as she changed her clothes before returning to the bathroom.

The girl didn’t look particularly strong—she didn’t even have visible abs like Song Shi’an—but there were faint muscle lines on her arms.

Only now did Song Shi’an realize that Yan Sheng’s overly docile demeanor might have created the illusion of fragility.

The image of her whimpering in bed was so deeply ingrained that it was easy to assume she was physically delicate as well.

But upon closer inspection, the girl wasn’t excessively thin.

Though not exactly muscular, her figure was well-proportioned.

Her overly pale skin, however, easily gave off a delicate impression.

After returning, Yan Sheng carefully waterproofed Song Shi’an’s injured leg before starting to bathe her.

Her pretty face remained tense, overly serious.

Song Shi’an watched her for a while before chuckling, “Why are you so nervous? You’re not the one who’s hurt.”

Yan Sheng replied softly, “I’m afraid of hurting you, sister.”

“No need to be so tense. I’m not that fragile,” Song Shi’an reassured her gently.

Hearing her comforting words, Yan Sheng gradually relaxed.

But as her nerves eased, the sight of Song Shi’an’s flawless upper body made her blush uncontrollably.

Song Shi’an let out a quiet laugh but said nothing more, allowing Yan Sheng to continue bathing her.

When it came time to wash a more private area, Yan Sheng stammered, “Sister, do you want to do this part yourself?”

Seeing her tomato-red cheeks, Song Shi’an decided not to tease her further.

Once Song Shi’an was thoroughly cleaned, Yan Sheng dutifully carried her back to the bedroom.

After settling Song Shi’an on the bed, Yan Sheng grabbed her undergarments and pajamas and returned to the bathroom to wash up.

When she emerged, Song Shi’an was sitting on the bed playing a game.

“Sister, which room should I stay in?” Yan Sheng glanced around—this was clearly Song Shi’an’s own bedroom, and she felt too embarrassed to intrude.

Song Shi’an looked up from her screen, meeting her gaze. “Hmm?”

“It’s late, sister. You should rest soon. I…”

“Stay here,” Song Shi’an said, gesturing to the space beside her. “Isn’t it spacious enough?”

Yan Sheng quickly shook her head. “No, no!”

“I just don’t want to disturb your rest,” she murmured, lowering her eyes.

Song Shi’an couldn’t understand why the girl was always so afraid of her.

Had she frightened her before?

If it was because of what happened at Zhu Yuandong’s estate, then there was nothing to be done—Song Shi’an’s temper wasn’t something she could change.

Yan Sheng obediently climbed into bed. Song Shi’an closed the game, glanced at her phone, and then lay down.

It was indeed late, and after a long day, Song Shi’an was exhausted.

I haven’t been sleeping well these past few days, but today when I got close to Yansheng, I caught a faint whiff of mint from her. At that moment, Song Shi’an felt an inexplicable sense of comfort.

That’s why she kept Yansheng around—perhaps it would help her sleep.

Indeed, it proved somewhat effective. Even with Yansheng lying nervously beside her, Song Shi’an could still catch that subtle minty fragrance.

Free from the restlessness that had plagued her before bedtime in recent days, Song Shi’an fell asleep quickly.

Yansheng, however, was too tense to sleep.

Though they had done all sorts of intimate things when they first met, after a month apart, she couldn’t shake this indescribable nervousness.

Especially now, when neither of them was driven by biological instincts.

Hearing Song Shi’an’s steady breathing, Yansheng couldn’t resist turning onto her side. In the dim glow of the room’s faint nightlight, she studied Song Shi’an’s face.

Asleep, Song Shi’an looked much softer, without the usual sharpness and aloofness.

Having just gone through her differentiation period, only for the omega who accompanied her to leave immediately—it must have been excruciating for an alpha.

Newly differentiated alphas typically experience a prolonged dependency period toward the omega who helped them through it, yet Song Shi’an had forcibly severed that bond.

Not only did she leave outright, but she also cut off all contact for an entire month.

Now, seeing Song Shi’an again, the longing and attachment Yansheng had suppressed came surging back uncontrollably.

Her gaze lingered greedily on Song Shi’an, but in the end, Yansheng only dared to press a restrained, fleeting kiss to her lips—like a thieving cat snatching a fish and darting away without delay.

Lying back down, her heart continued to race, taking a long while to settle.

Song Shi’an slept soundly through the night, while Yansheng wrestled with her thoughts until the early hours.

When Song Shi’an woke, Yansheng was still asleep, lying neatly in place.

Gazing at that exquisitely beautiful face, Song Shi’an once again found it pleasing to the eye—seeing it first thing in the morning lifted her mood.

So she really was a looks person, just as Yan Wuyou had said.

She just hadn’t encountered a face that matched her preferences so perfectly before.

Since Yansheng was still asleep, Song Shi’an didn’t get up. She knew her movements would be too abrupt if she tried to rise alone.

It was only a little past seven. Yawning lazily, Song Shi’an closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Then, at eight, Yansheng’s alarm suddenly blared.

Half-asleep, Yansheng fumbled for her phone and silenced it by habit. Five minutes later, it rang again.

Song Shi’an watched as Yansheng jolted upright.

Blinking at the unfamiliar room in confusion, Yansheng scratched her head before belatedly remembering—she’d come to see Song Shi’an last night.

This was Song Shi’an’s bedroom.

Turning sheepishly toward Song Shi’an, she found the alpha watching her with an amused smile.

“What, in a hurry to get to work?” Song Shi’an teased.

Yansheng shook her head hurriedly. “No, I took the day off in advance last night.”

Song Shi’an found her almost excessively obedient.

“Relax. It doesn’t matter if you take time off—you’re just nominally employed. Participate if you feel like it, don’t if you don’t.” After all, the position was only for insurance purposes.

But from Zhao Tingran’s accounts, Yansheng had been taking her role surprisingly seriously.

“I can’t sleep anymore, help me up,” Song Shi’an said lazily.

Yan Sheng got up and walked around to her side. Song Shi’an was wearing a simple nightgown and didn’t plan to change—after all, she wasn’t going out, and changing clothes would just be a hassle.

Yan Sheng simply picked her up and was about to place her in the wheelchair when she asked, “Sister, do you need to use the bathroom?”

Song Shi’an fell silent for a moment before nodding awkwardly. “Mhm.”

Yan Sheng carried her to the bathroom and gently set her on the toilet. “Um, call me when you’re done, okay?”

Strangely, she hadn’t felt this awkward with the nurses, but now, facing Yan Sheng, there was an indescribable discomfort.

Fortunately, Yan Sheng tactfully averted her gaze. Only after Song Shi’an had finished and freshened up did she call Yan Sheng back in to help.

After both had washed up, Yan Sheng asked what Song Shi’an wanted for breakfast, having just checked the fridge via the smart system.

“Don’t trouble yourself. Someone will handle it. The villa has a housekeeper—though I don’t come here often. When I’m not around, she just replaces the fridge items and cleans before leaving. When I’m here, she cooks.”

Once again, Yan Sheng felt the sheer extravagance of wealth.

No wonder so many housekeepers online said that working for young, wealthy heirs was usually a good deal.

These rich kids had multiple properties and rarely stayed in one place for long.

Though cleaning a villa was tedious, the owners were seldom around, so there wasn’t much daily mess.

Just maintaining cleanliness was enough, and the villa’s landscaping was handled by professionals.

Compared to other jobs, this was indeed easier. Of course, the hiring standards were higher, but the pay was excellent.

Yan Sheng thought about it—if it were her, she’d take the job too.

Song Shi’an asked Yan Sheng to wheel her downstairs.

The villa had an elevator, so it wasn’t a hassle.

Sure enough, by the time they reached the first floor, the housekeeper was already busy, and breakfast was nearly ready.