Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Ye Qing ate two big bowls before stopping. The hot bacon-soaked flatbread warmed her stomach, and she felt her strength returning. Beside her, the little one was lying on her blanket, occasionally patting her small belly with both hands.

There was still a bit of bacon-soaked flatbread left in the pot. Seeing that Jiang Jinhuang had finished, Ye Qing walked over and asked, “Want more?”

Jiang Jinhuang shook her head. Her body was starting to heat up again. That’s how a heat period worked—every so often, her body would grow hot, and her mind would gradually blur. At such times, a Kunze needed a Qianyuan’s comfort the most.

Jiang Jinhuang bit her lower lip hard, resisting the urge to reach for Ye Qing.

Ye Qing took the bowl from Jiang Jinhuang’s hands and looked at her, “Then rest. I’ll clean up and get ready to rest too.”

Ye Qing stood and walked toward the fire, her silhouette looking especially tall in the firelight.

As Ye Qing left, the faint green grape wine scent faded. Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes reddened. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but when Ye Qing left, she felt inexplicably wronged. It must be the Kunze heat period’s instinct—she was growing more dependent on Ye Qing’s scent.

But asking Ye Qing to come help her was something Jiang Jinhuang couldn’t bring herself to say. She curled up in her blanket again, gripping it tightly. For a moment, she even wished Ye Qing would glance her way more often and notice her distress.

Ye Qing reached the fire, cleaned the bowls and chopsticks, and added a few branches to keep it burning brightly.

The little one squatted obediently beside Ye Qing, her eyes sparkling as she watched. She thought Sister Ye was amazing, capable of anything.

Ye Qing glanced down and saw the little one. She pinched her cheek and smiled, “Full?”

“Full,” the little one said, patting her round belly.

Ye Qing laughed, speaking softly, “If you’re sleepy, go rest, okay?”

“Okay, but I want to play a bit more,” the little one said in her sweet voice.

“Alright, just don’t touch the fire.”

“Mm-hmm,” the little one nodded obediently.

While Ye Qing was talking to the little one, she heard a low moan from behind. Turning, she saw Jiang Jinhuang curled up in the corner, her body trembling slightly, her breathing rapid and uneven.

Ye Qing frowned and hurried to Jiang Jinhuang’s side, asking softly, “Jinhuang, what’s wrong? Are you feeling bad again?”

The little one followed curiously. Seeing her sister’s sweaty face, she was heartbroken, “Sister, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Jinhuang vaguely saw her sister through her blurry vision. Enduring her discomfort, she comforted, “I’m fine, Yangyang. Go back to sleep and don’t look over here.”

“But I’m worried about you,” the little one said in her sweet voice, her eyes red.

Seeing how much Jiang Jinhuang was suffering, Ye Qing touched the little one’s head and coaxed softly, “Yangyang, be good. Go sleep. I’ve got your sister. Behave, okay?”

With both sisters saying so, the little one nodded reluctantly and shuffled back to her blanket.

She obediently covered herself and lay down, but her big eyes still secretly watched her sisters.

Hearing Ye Qing’s voice, Jiang Jinhuang’s body trembled. She lifted her head, but her vision was too blurry to see Ye Qing’s face clearly.

Her eyes were full of struggle and pain, “Ye Qing… I feel awful, so awful.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say “help me.”

Seeing Jiang Jinhuang’s pained expression, Ye Qing understood. She crouched down, gently pulling Jiang Jinhuang into her arms. Her body was burning hot and trembling noticeably.

Ye Qing held her tightly and said softly, “Jinhuang, I’ll give you more scent. Don’t be afraid.”

She tilted Jiang Jinhuang’s face to the left, exposing the bonding mark on her right.

Ye Qing pinched her left thigh again, the sharp pain keeping her clear-headed. Then she leaned in, gently biting the mark and transferring her scent bit by bit.

The moment Ye Qing bit down, Jiang Jinhuang’s hands instinctively gripped Ye Qing’s arms, her body trembling with soft moans.

The cool scent entered her body, soothing the burning sensation. It was replaced by an indescribable comfort.

Jiang Jinhuang let out soft gasps. To Ye Qing’s ears, these sounds were distressing. She was already pinching her thigh to stay rational, and a Kunze’s moans were like an invisible temptation, challenging her restraint.

Ye Qing’s breathing quickened, sweat beading on her forehead and cheeks. A fire seemed to burn in her throat, threatening to consume her rationality.

No, if they fully bonded, her life would be over. Thinking this, Ye Qing clenched her teeth, pinching her thigh harder. The intense pain snapped her back to clarity, her rationality returning.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Feeling she’d transferred enough scent, Ye Qing slowly released her bite. As her lips left Jiang Jinhuang’s neck, a faint mark remained, striking against Jiang Jinhuang’s fair skin.

Ye Qing looked at Jiang Jinhuang’s dazed expression, a wave of fear washing over her. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, her gaze was clear again.

That was close. She didn’t know what had come over her. Hearing Jiang Jinhuang’s gasps, she nearly lost control and fully bonded. No wonder Kunze feared Qianyuan—sometimes Qianyuan really could lose control, acting on instinct alone.

Thankfully, her self-control was strong, and the pinching helped. Otherwise, she might have lost it.

Seeing sweat still on Jiang Jinhuang’s face, Ye Qing wanted to get a cloth to wipe it but couldn’t stand with Jiang Jinhuang gripping her arm.

She used her sleeve to wipe gently instead. She’d already transferred scent several times that afternoon, and it’d likely be the same tonight.

Given Jiang Jinhuang’s personality, she’d never ask for help, even in pain. Ye Qing worried that if she slept with the little one, she might sleep too deeply to notice Jiang Jinhuang’s needs.

After some hesitation, Ye Qing decided to sleep with Jiang Jinhuang. That way, she’d notice any issues immediately without extra hassle. She just wasn’t sure if her precarious favorability could hold up.

Ye Qing sighed, resignedly lying down with her arm around Jiang Jinhuang’s waist. Jiang Jinhuang instinctively burrowed into her arms. With Ye Qing’s scent in her body, she had a bit of strength, but her mind was still foggy, so she sought the source of the green grape wine scent.

Jiang Jinhuang nuzzled in Ye Qing’s arms, her nose occasionally sniffing. She finally found the source of the scent.

The cool scent was comforting. Jiang Jinhuang pressed her nose against it.

Her warm breath hit Ye Qing’s bonding mark, making her flinch. She pushed Jiang Jinhuang gently, “Stop, it tickles.”

But Jiang Jinhuang, lost in her haze, didn’t hear. Finding the spot comfortable, she kept nuzzling. As she did, Ye Qing’s mark released more scent. Like a cat high on catnip, Jiang Jinhuang nuzzled contentedly, acting cute.

Ye Qing was going crazy. Jiang Jinhuang’s peach blossom scent already surrounded her, making it hard to resist. Now, with her mark being nuzzled, she felt even worse.

She patted Jiang Jinhuang’s lower back, warning, “Jinhuang, can you back off a bit? I really can’t take it.”

No response. Jiang Jinhuang kept nuzzling her mark. Feeling it wasn’t enough, she found the scent fleeting and, seeking the source, latched onto it with her mouth.

Ye Qing froze. She felt Jiang Jinhuang’s warm lips on her neck, her bonding mark being toyed with.

Still not fully conscious, Jiang Jinhuang tasted a sweet, cool breath—like grapes with a sweet wine aroma. She couldn’t help but draw in more.

The scent was addictive; the more she took in, the harder it was to stop. Her body felt better, but her mind grew dizzier, like she was drunk. The mix of peach blossom and green grape wine scents made her suck harder.

Ye Qing couldn’t take it. Her cheeks and ears burned red. In the apocalypse, no one dared take advantage of her. Yet here, just days in, the female lead was taking advantage of her, at her bonding mark no less.

Ye Qing took a deep breath, knowing she couldn’t let this continue or something bad would happen.

She gently pushed Jiang Jinhuang’s shoulder, her voice strained, “Jinhuang, enough. I really can’t hold on if you keep this up.”

But the person in her arms wouldn’t listen, still sucking without relenting. With no other choice, Ye Qing used force.

One hand steadied Jiang Jinhuang’s waist while the other pushed her face away from the mark. Ye Qing gasped for air, finally calming down.

But Jiang Jinhuang wasn’t having it. The cool sweet wine was gone. She clutched Ye Qing’s clothes, muttering, “Give it to me, quick, where’s the sweet wine? I’m not done.”

Her voice turned aggrieved, tears falling uncontrollably.

Ye Qing’s head was about to explode. She explained softly, “My scent is green grape wine. If you take in too much, you’ll get drunk. Look at you—you’re probably drunk already.”

Ye Qing looked at Jiang Jinhuang’s flushed cheeks and unfocused, dazed eyes. She cried pitifully, accusing, “I don’t care, I want sweet wine. Give it to me, it hurts, it hurts so much.”

“Jiang Jinhuang, snap out of it. See who I am. Stop it.”

Ye Qing reached to wipe her tears, but Jiang Jinhuang cried harder, “Stingy, where’d you hide the sweet wine? I can smell it.”

As she spoke, Jiang Jinhuang struggled, her face inching toward Ye Qing’s right neck, tears wetting Ye Qing’s skin.

Seeing her cry so hard she could barely breathe, Ye Qing was at a loss. She’d bitten Jiang Jinhuang several times today, so fine, let her bite back to even things out.

With that, Ye Qing removed the hand blocking Jiang Jinhuang’s head and lay there, resigned to being bitten.

Feeling no resistance, Jiang Jinhuang sniffled, moved back to Ye Qing’s mark, and bit down.

Getting the sweet wine she wanted, Jiang Jinhuang quieted. Each sip calmed her body, but her mind grew dizzier.