Intoxicated by Her Pheromones - Chapter 22

Watching Song Qing sulk alone in her room, Ye Zi couldn’t stop laughing.

Inside the room.

Song Qing sat on the bed, growing angrier the more she thought about what had just happened.

Unable to sit still any longer, she got up from the bed.

Seeing her rise, Su Shu, afraid she might come over, immediately shut her laptop.

Just as she expected, Song Qing soon knocked on her door.

Three sharp knocks.

Fresh out of the shower, Song Qing stood outside Su Shu’s door in a bathrobe, her damp hair still dripping, but her expression icy.

Before long, Su Shu opened the door.

Hearing the noise, the little pet quickly slithered up to coil around Su Shu’s neck. The thin black serpent draped like a necklace, accentuating her fair skin. Whether intentional or not, Su Shu had come out wearing only a nightgown—a low-cut one at that.

From Song Qing’s angle, the adorable little “bunnies” were clearly visible.

The sight made Song Qing freeze momentarily. She had stormed over with every intention of confronting Su Shu, but now, standing face-to-face with her, that resolve inexplicably faded, replaced by another thought entirely.

“What’s wrong? Did you need something?” Su Shu asked, completely oblivious to how her attire might be perceived—or the effect it was having on Song Qing.

“Nothing much. Just blow-dry my hair for me. I’m feeling lazy today,” Song Qing said, brushing past Su Shu and stepping inside without waiting for permission.

Su Shu blinked in surprise but didn’t refuse. After a brief pause, she closed the door and went to fetch the hairdryer.

Song Qing made herself at home, taking advantage of Su Shu’s absence to settle onto the bed.

Her eyes wandered around the room, noting how Su Shu had already arranged her belongings before taking in the guest room itself.

The house’s decor had been chosen by Ye Zi. At the time, Song Qing had been away filming and had only glanced at photos of the master bedroom. She hadn’t paid any attention to the guest room.

But now, she saw that it was quite tastefully furnished—a vintage European style that exuded elegance.

The bed, too, was spacious. Plenty of room to move around later.

Satisfied, Song Qing ran her hand over the sheets, her gaze locking onto Su Shu as she returned with the hairdryer. Her eyes gleamed like a wolf spotting prey.

Su Shu frowned, unnerved by the intensity of that stare.

Before she could say anything, however, the little pet around her neck slithered over to Song Qing.

The cool scales brushed against her skin, snapping Song Qing out of her thoughts. The snake that had been lazily draped around Su Shu’s neck now coiled around hers—but this time, there was an unmistakable hostility in its movements.

“Xiao Chong, come here.”

Su Shu sensed it too and immediately called the snake back.

Xiao Chong glanced at her before obediently returning to Su Shu’s neck, nuzzling against her as if completely harmless.

But Song Qing knew better.

That thing had just tried to kill her.

Although she didn’t think such a small snake could take her life,

At that moment, she truly felt death creeping toward her.

“Sorry, my little pet has been spoiled by me. It’s just arrived in a new environment and is a bit shy, so it acted that way. But don’t worry, it doesn’t bite—it’s very well-behaved,” Su Shu explained, stroking the little creature around her neck, though in reality, she was giving it a warning.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind. In fact, I think you’ve raised this snake really well. Generally, snakes, being cold-blooded, don’t recognize their owners, but yours listens to you,” Song Qing said with a smile, her gaze lingering on the little pet with admiration. “And I think it’s quite cute.”

“Really?” Su Shu narrowed her eyes.

Song Qing nodded and then stepped closer.

“Can I touch it?”

“Sure.”

Su Shu agreed, extending her hand to let the little pet crawl onto her palm so Song Qing could pet it.

The earlier warning had worked, so this time, the little pet remained perfectly docile under Song Qing’s touch.

“So well-behaved. This is the first time I’ve seen such a tame snake,” Song Qing remarked as she stroked it.

Su Shu nodded, finally relaxing when she saw that Song Qing truly wasn’t afraid of the little pet.

Otherwise, things could have gotten troublesome.

The little pet was important to her, but if Song Qing disliked it, she would have had to prioritize Song Qing’s feelings.

But thankfully,

Song Qing didn’t seem to dislike the little pet at all.

A smile curled at the corners of Su Shu’s lips as she gently stroked the little pet’s head—only to feel her hand suddenly being caught.

“Now, can you dry my hair for me? It’s so uncomfortable when it’s wet,” Song Qing said, her fingers kneading Su Shu’s soft palm with a teasing smile, her captivating eyes fixed on Su Shu in a way that made refusal impossible.

“Alright… Sit down first. I’ll go plug in the hairdryer.”

“Okay.”

Song Qing quickly agreed and obediently sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Su Shu to return and dry her hair.

Su Shu came back swiftly, the hairdryer buzzing to life as she stood in front of Song Qing, who tilted her head back, letting Su Shu tend to her hair. At first, Song Qing could focus, but gradually, the faint scent of Su Shu’s pheromones filled her senses, and she lost control.

Her hands slid around Su Shu’s waist, Song Qing feigning innocence with closed eyes while shamelessly taking advantage of the situation.

Su Shu pressed her lips together, her face flushing as she felt the mischievous hands at her waist, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop Song Qing. So she endured, waiting for Song Qing to withdraw on her own.

But little did she know—it was precisely this indulgence that emboldened Song Qing to grow bolder.

Those wandering hands ventured higher, reaching the most forbidden places, and Su Shu trembled violently, nearly dropping the hairdryer.

Yet Song Qing showed no signs of stopping. Instead, she locked her legs around Su Shu’s, preventing any escape.

Weak and breathless, Su Shu couldn’t take it anymore. She turned off the hairdryer and tried to push Song Qing away—only to find herself in an even more precarious situation.

Her wrist was caught, and before she could react, Song Qing yanked her down onto the bed, pinning her beneath her.

“Y-you… what are you doing?”

“Of course, I’m enjoying the treatment I deserve. Besides, we’re not going to the show until the day after tomorrow, so we have plenty of time. Plus, I can try out some techniques I’ve been wanting to learn lately.”

“What?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

With a smirk, Song Qing’s eyes burned like fire as she gazed at the person beneath her—someone whose scent alone made her want to devour them whole.

The room was thick with the rich aroma of jasmine tea pheromones. Su Shu inhaled, her body growing warm, but the heat didn’t last long before it faded.

A sudden chill ran over her. Su Shu opened her eyes to look at Song Qing, only to realize that her own clothes were gone—and so were Song Qing’s.

“You—”

“Shh, don’t speak. The night is long. We’ll take our time. All you need to do now is conserve your strength.” Song Qing chuckled before sealing Su Shu’s lips with a kiss.

Omegas had little said in such matters, and Su Shu was no exception. Before she could even think of refusing, Song Qing had already taken full control.

The pet, having heard the commotion earlier, had long since scurried downstairs and was now curled up asleep on the living room sofa.

The sounds from the room didn’t stop.

Song Qing pulled Su Shu along. At first, Su Shu resisted with some semblance of rationality, but soon, the alpha’s natural dominance took over completely.

And so, Su Shu had no choice but to follow Song Qing’s rhythm—until the faint light of dawn finally brought the night’s activities to an end.

……

When it was all over,

Song Qing carried the exhausted Su Shu to her own room.

Su Shu’s own room was no longer fit for sleeping.

So, with no other choice, Song Qing brought her here. But honestly, Su Shu was so light.

Lost in thought, Song Qing couldn’t help but bounce Su Shu slightly in her arms. Su Shu was deep in sleep, undisturbed even by the movement. After watching her for a moment, Song Qing gently laid her down on the bed.

Then, she lit a cigarette and silently studied Su Shu’s face.

Su Shu’s entire body now carried her scent.

The sweet fragrance mingled with the rich jasmine tea aroma, creating a bittersweet blend reminiscent of honeyed jasmine tea.

Leaning against the headboard, Song Qing took a drag from her cigarette. The scent filled her with an inexplicable joy, so much so that even Su Shu’s usual poker face didn’t annoy her anymore. In high spirits, she scooped Su Shu up again to clean her.

By the time Su Shu woke up, she found herself freshly washed.

Not only was her body clean and comfortable, but Song Qing’s scent lingered on her skin, refusing to fade.

Su Shu closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, utterly content.

The person beside her stirred awake at the sound, clearly still drowsy. Seeing Su Shu sitting up, she reached out and pulled her back into her arms, treating her like a pillow.

Su Shu froze, then felt Song Qing nuzzle against her neck.

“Song Qing, you—”

“Don’t talk,” Song Qing interrupted, her voice still rough from sleep, but to Su Shu, it was irresistibly alluring—heart-stopping so.

Because this very scene was one, she had fantasized about countless times before she ever had Song Qing.

But when it really happened, she still felt incredibly happy.

So joyful.

Even though she knew Song Qing didn’t like her at this moment.

She still felt happy.

Because at least right now, the person in Song Qing’s arms was her, and the person by Song Qing’s side was also her.

Moreover, she believed that with her capabilities, aside from her.

There wouldn’t be anyone else by Song Qing’s side.

So of course she would feel happy.

With a smile curling at her lips, Su Shu turned to look closely at Song Qing’s face.