To Sink Into You - Chapter 4

As evening fell, the guests had enjoyed themselves thoroughly, and the wedding concluded perfectly.

Wen Yuxi was utterly exhausted. She returned to the bridal chamber, changed out of her dazzling wedding gown, and forced herself to wash up before collapsing onto the bed. Stretching out luxuriously, she rolled around contentedly a few times.

Having a wedding with the person she loved was truly joyful, but the exhaustion was equally real.

“This bed is so soft…”

Wen Yuxi smiled contentedly, stroking the smooth silk of the auspicious quilt beneath her. She began plotting how to convince Ming Qian to share the bed with her later.

Yes, her newlywed wife was still at the hotel, tending to the guests.

This task should have been shared, but Ming Qian, ever attentive, had noticed Wen Yuxi’s fatigue and coaxed her to return home and rest first, allowing her to escape the tedious social obligations.

Wen Yuxi rose from the bed and walked to the balcony, leaning against the railing as she gazed up at the starry sky.

The night was clear, the moon bright and full, and the stars twinkled brilliantly against the cloudless expanse.

In other words, her “fear of thunder” excuse wouldn’t work tonight.

Just as Wen Yuxi was staring at the moon, racking her brain for a plausible excuse, a black Bugatti pulled into the courtyard below. A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened, and Ming Qian entered.

She had been persuaded to drink quite a bit tonight, her fair cheeks flushed with a delicate blush, her pupils glistening, and her crimson lips curving into a subtle, alluring smile. Yet her voice remained steady, betraying no hint of intoxication:

“Why are you on the balcony? Are you hot? Is the air conditioning off?”

Lost in her own world, Wen Yuxi hadn’t noticed Ming Qian’s arrival. Startled, she turned to look. “The air conditioning is on. I came out to look at the stars. Are you finished with work?”

“Mm-hmm,” Ming Qian replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m going to remove my makeup. If you’re tired, you should lie down and rest, okay?”

“Oh, okay.”

As Wen Yuxi finished answering, something occurred to her. She hurried to the bathroom door and peeked inside, asking the woman standing at the vanity, “Sister, can we sleep together?”

Ming Qian paused in her makeup removal, turning to ask, “What do you want?”

“Me?” Wen Yuxi blinked, her brain short-circuiting. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “I want to sleep with you…”

Ming Qian chuckled softly.

The little girl is still as clingy as ever.

“Yuxi, you’re not a child anymore. You should know that Alphas and Omegas can’t be too intimate.”

“……”

Wen Yuxi had anticipated this response.

Ming Qian possessed a gentle and easygoing nature, caring little for most things, but she was fiercely protective of her personal space. Even before her differentiation, she had refused to share a bed with Wen Yuxi, let alone now.

“Then what should I do?” Wen Yuxi began to feign helplessness. “Should I sleep in the guest room? It feels so dark out there…”

Their marital home was a villa registered under Ming Qian’s name, located on the outskirts of the central city. The environment was beautiful, far from the noise and light pollution of the bustling city center. The area was sparsely populated, making the nights eerily quiet.

“If you’re afraid of the dark, you can leave the warm lamp on,” Ming Qian said gently. “I’ll stay in the next room and keep you company for a while. I’ll leave after you fall asleep. Is that alright?”

Wen Yuxi bit her lip, realizing that sharing a bed was out of the question. She decided to accept the compromise. “Mm.”

But the next moment, her rationality returned. She quickly shook her head and changed her mind. “No need! I’m not scared. I was just joking.”

Ming Qian had worked tirelessly all day and needed proper rest. Wen Yuxi couldn’t afford to be selfish.

“Really?” Ming Qian asked, confirming. “If you’re scared, you have to tell me. Don’t try to be brave.”

“Really,” Wen Yuxi said, hands on her hips and chin lifted, radiating confidence. “Do I look like I’m easily frightened?”

Ming Qian recalled past incidents: Wen Yuxi crying at age four after being startled by a goldfish, crying at age six after being scared by a toy dog, crying at age nine after hearing Wen Qingcheng’s ghost stories, crying at age thirteen after being teased with “Sister doesn’t like you anymore”…

“Of course not,” Ming Qian said, lying through her teeth. “You’ve always been so brave.”

Wen Yuxi nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly!”

Ming Qian couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, it’s almost eleven. Let’s go to bed.”

“I’m not sleepy yet,” Wen Yuxi said. “Can I use the kitchen here?”

“Of course,” Ming Qian replied. “I had someone stock it with basic ingredients earlier. What are you planning to make?”

“The red wine at the banquet was quite strong, and my head’s still a bit fuzzy,” Wen Yuxi said with a smile. “I thought I’d make something to sober up. Want some?”

“How thoughtful of you,” Ming Qian said, accepting readily. “Thank you, Yuxi.”

Wen Yuxi blushed. “It’s no trouble at all.”

This villa had been prepared by Grandma Ming as a wedding gift for her granddaughter. It had been renovated a year ago and was regularly cleaned by housekeeping staff, but tonight was the first time anyone had stayed there.

After the wedding date was set, Ming Qian had visited the villa once. The pajamas Wen Yuxi was wearing, the disposable toiletries she had just opened, the bedding, rice, flour, cooking oil, and the ingredients in the refrigerator had all been arranged by Ming Qian’s assistant during that visit.

As a result, Ming Qian wasn’t very familiar with the place herself. “I’m not sure what’s there,” she added. “Why don’t you go check?”

“Okay.”

Wen Yuxi walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The chilled compartment was packed full: bottles and jars of drinks, colorful fruits and vegetables, various snacks, and even a jar of honey.

As expected of Ming Qian’s personal assistant—truly meticulous in every detail, Wen Yuxi thought, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She took out the honey jar, found two mugs, mixed honey water, and returned to the master bedroom.

Ming Qian had finished removing her makeup and was now showering. The bathroom was soundproofed, so not a single drop of water could be heard.

The surroundings were utterly silent, save for the gentle whir of the air conditioner blades, which emitted wisps of cool air.

The mugs rested on the bedside table, one black and one white. Wen Yuxi picked up the black mug, sipped the honey water, and deliberately focused her attention on everything within her line of sight, refusing to think about the person in the bathroom.

The curtains were undrawn, and moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a hazy, serene, milky-white glow across the floor.

A sudden inspiration flashed through Wen Yuxi’s mind. She lowered her gaze in thought for a moment, then her eyes darted around. She set down the black mug and picked up the white one instead.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ming Qian emerged from the bathroom. She wore the same style of pajamas as Wen Yuxi, her long, raven-black hair cascading down her back. Her eyes, still misty with moisture, radiated a gentle warmth.

Wen Yuxi immediately beckoned her over, lifting the black mug like a treasured gift. “Drink some honey water,” she offered. “It’s warm and very sweet.”

A smile lit up Ming Qian’s clear eyes as she sat beside her and accepted the mug. “Thank you. Have you had some?”

“All gone,” Wen Yuxi replied, gesturing to the empty white mug on the nightstand. “Not a drop left.”

Ming Qian smiled faintly and fell silent, her moist lips pressing against the rim of the mug as she took an elegant sip.

Wen Yuxi’s gaze remained fixed on her lips, her pupils darkening. Her throat bobbed, and her voice came out slightly hoarse. “Is it sweet?”

Ming Qian nodded. “Very sweet.”

Beyond the honey’s sweetness, there seemed to be an indescribable floral fragrance. This scent wasn’t gentle; it carried a stimulating edge, mingled with the wild, untamed scent of freshly cut grass, leaving an endlessly lingering aftertaste.

Like some potent spice diluted with water.