Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 40

The first night of her estrus cycle was particularly grueling for Ming Muyao.

When she woke for the third time, it was barely past 1 a.m. In just those few hours, she had drifted in and out of sleep repeatedly, each wave of heat making it hard to breathe, let alone rest.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Su Yin, and Ming Muyao finally understood why those in estrus were isolated—those with weaker self-control might end up harming someone.

With a soft click, the isolation door opened, and a night-shift nurse stepped in.

Seeing Ming Muyao still awake, the nurse asked in surprise, “Trouble sleeping?”

Drenched in sweat, Ming Muyao squinted and replied, “More like waking up too often.”

The nurse approached, checking her temperature with a hand before murmuring, “Your fever’s spiking again. Let me get you a cold compress—it should help a little.”

Ming Muyao nodded as the nurse went to the isolation ward’s bathroom, wetting and wringing out a towel before placing it on her forehead.

The coolness brought slight relief, but the rest of her skin still burned unbearably.

“You and your Omega must really love each other.”

The nurse suddenly made this remark while changing Ming Muyao’s IV, leaving her baffled.

Noticing her confusion, the nurse blinked. “You didn’t know? Your Omega’s been waiting in the hallway all night.”

“Omega…” Ming Muyao’s eyes widened. “You mean Su Yin?”

“I don’t know her name, but the day-shift nurses said she visited you earlier.”

Since Su Yin was the only non-staff who had entered, Ming Muyao pressed urgently, “How long has she been out there? Why wasn’t I told?”

The nurse shrugged. “I just started my shift—no idea.”

Realizing the nurse might not know more, Ming Muyao asked, “Where is she resting?”

“On a bench in the hallway, with just a thin blanket. Though she keeps tossing and turning—probably uncomfortable.”

Frowning, Ming Muyao looked at the nurse. “Could you do me a favor?”

“Sure, if it’s within my power.”

A short while later, the isolation ward door opened again. The nurse spotted Su Yin shifting restlessly on the bench and quietly approached, nudging her awake.

Su Yin stirred instantly, blinking up in confusion. “Sorry—am I not allowed to sleep here?”

“No, no,” the nurse reassured with a smile. “Your partner knows you’re out here and asked me to bring you a pillow. It’ll help you sleep better.”

Only then did Su Yin notice the pillow in the nurse’s hands.

Seeing her hesitation, the nurse explained, “It’s freshly laundered, straight from storage. Use it—sleeping like this all night would wreck your neck.”

Holding the pillow handed to her by the nurse, Su Yin looked up and asked, “Has Ming Muyao not rested yet?”

“She fell asleep but woke up again. When she found out you were waiting outside, she was so distressed that she begged me repeatedly to get you a pillow.”

“Really?”

Su Yin frowned in confusion, “How did she know I was outside?”

The nurse blinked and changed the subject, “You two must be really close, always worrying about each other like this. You must be deeply in love normally?”

Normally…

Su Yin pondered, unsure how to define her relationship with Ming Muyao.

Sensing she’d asked a difficult question, the nurse said, “You should rest now. I need to get back to work. Since she’s so worried about you, I should tell her you’ve fallen asleep.”

Only then did Su Yin realize, thanking the nurse, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Get some rest.” The nurse waved and returned to the isolation ward.

Learning that Su Yin had received a pillow, Ming Muyao thanked the nurse before drifting back into a drowsy sleep.

For three consecutive days, Ming Muyao remained in this groggy state.

The rut had hit hard. The first two days were a blur of waking and sleeping, but by the third day she’d improved significantly—no longer needing IV fluids and able to move freely in the room.

A phone call revealed that only Ming Muyao and Heng Jingxian’s assistant had been hospitalized from the incident. Others had just needed suppressant injections.

Strangely, An Jinyao’s attitude during their call seemed noticeably warmer—her tone gentle and considerate, even offering occasional compliments that left Ming Muyao bewildered.

But with discharge scheduled for today, she didn’t dwell on it.

After afternoon tests and a final suppressant injection, Ming Muyao left the isolation ward.

Emerging, she saw Su Yin and Aunt Chen waiting. Her gaze settled on Su Yin as she approached.

Standing before her, Su Yin spoke first, “Are you feeling better now?”

“Mmm.” Ming Muyao’s voice lifted slightly, her eyes softening as she looked at Su Yin. “Much better. Just need some medication after returning home.”

“That’s wonderful.” Su Yin met her gaze. “You being discharged is… truly wonderful.”

Ming Muyao took Su Yin’s hand. “Thank you. You must be exhausted from keeping vigil these days.”

Su Yin shook her head.

Though shuttling between overnight stays and daytime training classes was tiring, Su Yin had never felt such profound security.

The person inside remained—she wouldn’t revert to how things were before.

This comforted Su Yin deeply.

Aunt Chen wrinkled her nose at Ming Muyao’s sweaty odor. “Let’s get you home to change. You reek.”

Ming Muyao sniffed her sleeve, confirming the stale sweat smell.

The trio returned home, where Ming Muyao shed her three-day-old clothes for a thorough shower before emerging fresh.

Meanwhile, Aunt Chen prepared dinner, waiting only for Ming Muyao to dry her hair before they could eat together.

Su Yin saw Ming Muyao emerge in the living room with her long hair still dripping wet. She immediately approached, took her hand, and guided her to sit on the sofa before retrieving a hairdryer from the first-floor laundry room.

“Why was the hairdryer hidden there?” Ming Muyao asked curiously, but Su Yin didn’t answer. Instead, she plugged it in and began drying her hair.

The warm air from the hairdryer sent tingles across her scalp, and Ming Muyao chuckled awkwardly. “I already dried it a bit in the bathroom—just not completely.”

Su Yin continued carefully drying the damp strands. “It’s better to dry it thoroughly.”

“Alright.” Ming Muyao leaned back on the sofa, letting Su Yin work.

The girl took everything seriously—even something as simple as drying hair became a meticulous task, her expression focused and solemn.

Seizing the opportunity, Ming Muyao asked about Su Yin’s studies. While she had caught up with most subjects, math remained her weak spot.

“Math is one of those things—you either get it or you don’t,” Ming Muyao said, closing her eyes reassuringly. “The school you’re aiming for doesn’t have an extremely high cutoff anyway. If it’s really a problem, you can make up for it in other subjects.”

Su Yin stayed silent. She wasn’t ready to give up on math just yet—she wanted to push herself and see how far she could go.

Once her hair was dry, Su Yin put the hairdryer away, but Ming Muyao reached out and caught her wrist.

“Tonight, I’ll come to your room,” Ming Muyao said, holding her gaze. “I wasn’t idle in the isolation ward—I finally figured out how to release pheromones.”

Originally, their sessions were supposed to happen three or four times a week, but Ming Muyao’s condition had delayed things for a while.

If they delayed any longer, Su Yin’s condition might not improve. So Ming Muyao wanted to try again—even the slightest progress would be worth it.

Su Yin considered it briefly before giving a soft “Mm” and pulling her hand away, quickly retreating.

By evening, Su Yin was trying to memorize English vocabulary, but the familiar words refused to stick in her mind. Her thoughts kept drifting until she found herself just staring blankly at the book.

Knock knock knock—

The sudden sound startled her. She hurriedly closed her textbook and turned to see Ming Muyao already pushing open her door, carrying a plate of fruit with a smile. “Studying?”

“Not really…”

Su Yin watched as Ming Muyao set the plate on the desk—a sturdy piece of furniture chosen by Aunt Chen, with plenty of storage space above and below.

“It’s getting late. Let’s finish this quickly so we can rest,” Ming Muyao said confidently. “This time, I know I can do it.”

Su Yin blinked, recalling the previous two attempts where Ming Muyao had struggled in vain. The memory made her current determination seem almost comical.

Obediently climbing onto the bed, they faced each other.

Soon, the faint scent of rum filled the room—Ming Muyao’s pheromones.

Su Yin had been marked by her long ago. As her mate, the moment that scent reached her, her body instinctively grew warm.

Her face suddenly flushed red as she covered her mouth and nose, unwilling to breathe in that familiar scent, yet she felt her body involuntarily begin to tremble, breaking out in a thin layer of sweat.

Ming Muyao was releasing her pheromones at this moment, and she watched as Su Yin’s entire body turned a soft pink. The tips of her ears reddened, her cheeks burned, even the corners of her eyes turned crimson, and her whole body trembled faintly.

“What’s wrong?” Ming Muyao reached out and gently pulled Su Yin’s hand away from her face, leaning closer to whisper, “The doctor said it should be like this, right? I don’t think I’m doing it wrong.”

Su Yin’s breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling unevenly, fine beads of sweat forming along her slender neck.

The rims of her eyes were red, as if painted with watercolors, glistening with unshed tears.

“Mmm…”

Unable to bear it, Su Yin let out a soft whimper, turning her head away with eyes tightly shut, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. The sight sent Ming Muyao’s mind reeling, her thoughts exploding in a dizzying rush.