I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 22

Song Shi’an thought for a long while before finally sending a “You know too much” meme.

Zhu Yuandong: “[Wuyou, you don’t understand. She definitely thinks she doesn’t want a relationship but needs a long-term bed partner. If she doesn’t provide financial support, she wouldn’t have the right to ask the other person to spend their heat cycles exclusively with her, right, Miss Song?]”

After knowing each other for so many years, how could Zhu Yuandong not see through Song Shi’an’s little schemes?

Yan Wuyou couldn’t help but laugh: “[This also shows that Shi’an really likes that Shengsheng, at least in certain aspects, right?]”

Zhu Yuandong: “So why don’t you just date her directly?”

Yan Wuyou: “Don’t you know her? She doesn’t know how to date, doesn’t want to put in the effort to pamper someone—what other reason could there be?”

Song Shi’an was starting to regret asking in the group chat. She had just casually mentioned it, not expecting to be subjected to their interrogation.

“[Cut the crap. You still haven’t answered my question.]”

Zhu Yuandong: “Theoretically, you could treat it as a service-provider relationship. You pay, and she’s available whenever you call. No need for you to pamper or accompany her.”

Yan Wuyou: “But in reality, most people keep lovers because they like them but don’t want to get married or be tied down to just one. Usually, they still spend time and effort pampering them.”

Zhu Yuandong: “Of course, normally, it’s more about the lover trying to please the sugar daddy.”

Yan Wuyou: “Why ask me? I don’t keep sugar babies.”

Zhu Yuandong: “Me neither.”

Song Shi’an: “…”

Useless. Both of them are utterly useless.

At this moment, Song Shi’an hadn’t yet realized that her pheromones had started to spread. Since she was at home and didn’t plan to go out, she hadn’t applied any suppressant patches. Plus, she had been too distracted by the awkwardness to notice.

When Yan Sheng entered, she immediately caught the faint, pleasant scent of green tangerine, realizing that Song Shi’an’s heat cycle must have begun.

But it wasn’t too intense yet.

However, the moment Yan Sheng smelled it, she nearly lost control, almost letting her own pheromones leak out.

She struggled to restrain herself and returned to sit beside Song Shi’an.

Song Shi’an had already put down her phone and was back to building the house.

“Jiejie is so amazing. You’re almost done,” Yan Sheng said as she sat down and resumed helping.

As they worked, Song Shi’an suddenly caught a strong whiff of mint.

She turned to look at Yan Sheng, confused. Even as an omega in heat, she wasn’t this unable to hold back.

Meeting Song Shi’an’s puzzled gaze, Yan Sheng lightly bit her lip, her eyes glistening as if she were about to cry.

“Jiejie, I’m sorry… I just can’t control myself when I smell your scent. I’m sorry.” She lowered her eyes, resting her chin on her knees like a guilty kitten—sad and pitiful.

The sight made Song Shi’an’s heart itch.

She set down the controller and lifted Yan Sheng’s chin. “Carry me to the bedroom.”

Yan Sheng looked up, her nose filled with the intoxicating green tangerine fragrance.

“Huh?” She stared blankly at Song Shi’an.

“Or do you want to do it here?” Song Shi’an asked with a smirk.

Yan Sheng immediately shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.”

She didn’t know how to explain herself, appearing even more flustered and at a loss.

Yet she obediently stood up and lifted Song Shi’an, carefully placing her in the wheelchair before pushing her back to the bedroom.

“Don’t you want to freshen up?” Song Shi’an teased.

“Y-yes, I do,” Yan Sheng stammered in reply.

By the time they had both cleaned up, Song Shi’an felt she could no longer hold back.

Yan Sheng’s unrestrained pheromones were practically shameless, yet the culprit herself wore an expression of pure innocence and panic.

Leaning against the headboard, Song Shi’an crooked a finger at Yan Sheng.

Yan Sheng went over obediently, sitting nervously beside her.

In no time at all, the room was saturated with the mingling scents of mint and green citrus.

Their compatibility was simply too high—each could effortlessly draw out the other’s pheromones.

“Little Yan Sheng, are you really going to make a patient take the lead?” Though Song Shi’an usually preferred being the active one, in her current state, she simply couldn’t.

Yan Sheng’s face burned crimson.

She rose nervously, then murmured, “I-I’m not very good at this.”

The delicate girl looked utterly lost and uncertain.

Song Shi’an reached out to trace her chin. “Can’t even start by undressing?”

At this, Yan Sheng obediently pulled down her nightgown.

Song Shi’an nearly laughed—she couldn’t exactly call her wrong, since technically, she wasn’t.

The alpha nervously shed her nightgown, revealing her beautiful form to Song Shi’an’s gaze.

Song Shi’an’s fingertips brushed her lips, and Yan Sheng parted them slightly, lightly biting the tip of her finger.

The look in Yan Sheng’s eyes was misty, adding an irresistible allure.

For an alpha, she somehow made one want to reduce her to tears.

Her warm, wet tongue pressed against Song Shi’an’s finger, sending a wave of weakness through her body.

Then Yan Sheng leaned in, one arm wrapping around Song Shi’an’s waist as she slowly tugged at the sash of her dress with her teeth.

The motion carried an indescribable seductiveness.

Song Shi’an suddenly recalled how this very person had claimed she didn’t know what to do—wasn’t this just a wolf in sheep’s clothing?

But Yan Sheng’s next actions proved her inexperience.

She laid Song Shi’an flat on the bed, mimicking what she’d seen her do before.

Yet her technique was erratic, alternating between too light and too rough.

But Song Shi’an, overwhelmed by pheromones, was unbearably sensitive—even Yan Sheng’s clumsy efforts steadily eroded her self-control.

Despite being nearly driven mad by Song Shi’an’s pheromones, Yan Sheng remained careful, afraid of aggravating her injuries.

“Jiejie~” Yan Sheng gazed at Song Shi’an with near worship, her voice trembling.

Her fingers and tongue were restless.

Song Shi’an’s gland grew damp under her ministrations.

Her alpha instincts screamed at her to bite the swollen gland, but her love and respect for Song Shi’an held her back—she only dared to lick it gently.

At the height of passion, Song Shi’an could bear it no longer.

She had Yan Sheng kneel before her, then sank her teeth into the alpha’s gland.

The injection of omega pheromones sent a sharp pain through Yan Sheng, drawing tears from her eyes.

When she looked up again, her face was streaked with tears like rain on pear blossoms.

Song Shi’an had recovered somewhat and reached out to wipe her tears. “So upset?”

“It hurts~” Yan Sheng pouted pitifully, leaning into Song Shi’an’s embrace.

There wasn’t a trace of blame or dissatisfaction—only obvious coquettishness.

Song Shi’an’s heart melted instantly. “Be good, it’ll pass soon.”

Yan Sheng didn’t know if it would actually pass soon, but shortly after the omega’s pheromones were injected, she began feeling an uncontrollable craving.

“Jiejie~” Yan Sheng clung to Song Shi’an, trembling slightly. Whenever she wanted something, she was always too shy to say it outright, instead resorting to seductive gestures to hint at her desires.

Just like now—nipping at Song Shi’an’s earlobe like a kitten, her breaths suppressed, occasionally letting out pleading whimpers.

Song Shi’an motioned for her to sit in front of her, but Yan Sheng didn’t dare, only kneeling halfway.

Somehow, this only added to the tantalizing allure.

“You want it?” Song Shi’an asked softly.

Yan Sheng bit her lip, too embarrassed to speak, and instead leaned in to kiss her.

Song Shi’an whispered in her ear, “Be good, do it yourself. Jiejie can’t right now.”

Yan Sheng shook her head hurriedly. “No way.”

That was just too… much.

Seeing how flustered she was, Song Shi’an couldn’t bear to tease her further.

She hooked a finger under Yan Sheng’s chin, kissing her lightly. “Then kneel properly. If you get any on my legs, you’ll be punished.”

Yan Sheng obediently braced her hands against the headboard, not daring to move.

The entire afternoon passed in a blur of back-and-forth.

By the time Song Shi’an’s heat finally subsided, Yan Sheng had cleaned her up, helped her into a robe, and urged her downstairs for a bite to eat.

For three whole days, neither of them left the villa.

Sometimes, Song Shi’an really thought omega heats were too overpowering—lasting exactly three days without any gradual decline.

Fortunately, Yan Sheng was well-behaved, always respecting her wishes. Whenever she wanted to mark Song Shi’an, she would present herself willingly for it.

An omega’s mark on an alpha wasn’t permanent, unlike an alpha’s mark on an omega, which could last forever unless removed with special medication—and even then, not always completely.

That was why Song Shi’an had never wanted to spend her heats with an alpha before. With her own strong personality, finding a non-dominant alpha was nearly impossible.

Thankfully, she had met Yan Sheng—otherwise, she didn’t know how much longer she would have suffered through suppressants.

Gazing at the sleeping Yan Sheng beside her, Song Shi’an suddenly couldn’t figure her out.

It wasn’t as if she was completely resistant to their relationship.

But if she wasn’t resistant, why hadn’t she reached out even once this past month, too absorbed in work to break free?