Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Jiang Jinhuang sucked for a while. She seemed satisfied and rubbed her cheek against Ye Qing’s neck. She wasn’t calm and occasionally bit it.

Ye Qing wanted to cry. She pushed Jiang Jinhuang gently. “Enough, okay?” she asked wearily.

Jiang Jinhuang ignored her. After biting, she sucked deliberately. “Mmm, tasty,” she said happily.

Ye Qing sighed helplessly. Who could save her? How could a refined lady like Jiang Jinhuang act like this when drunk?

No one came to save Ye Qing. She had to save herself. She pinched Jiang Jinhuang’s face, stopping her from sucking. “I really have to go,” she said firmly. “Sleep obediently.”

“No,” Jiang Jinhuang whined. “I want you to stay.” She tightened her arms around Ye Qing’s neck. She lay on Ye Qing, refusing to move. She mumbled, “I want to sleep with you. You smell so nice…”

Ye Qing sighed again. If Jiang Jinhuang weren’t drunk, Ye Qing would suspect she was taking advantage.

She tried pushing Jiang Jinhuang again. “Get off me,” she said. “I’m going back to my room.”

Jiang Jinhuang hugged tighter. She bit Ye Qing’s neck recklessly. “Don’t move,” she warned. “Move again, and I’ll bite you, hmph.”

She bit two or three more times. Ye Qing gasped sharply. She became completely obedient.

Fine, play it like that? Ye Qing wanted to see what Jiang Jinhuang would say when sober. Her neck was probably a mess now.

Ye Qing glared at the drunk in her arms. Fearing Jiang Jinhuang would cry, what could she do? She lay there, letting herself be bitten.

When Jiang Jinhuang had bitten enough, Ye Qing cautiously pushed her. “You drank the sweet wine and bit enough,” she said. “Can I go sleep now?”

“No,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “You have to sleep with me.”

Ye Qing couldn’t hear the rest. Jiang Jinhuang clung to her, making movement impossible.

Ye Qing felt numb. She coaxed patiently, “Fine, I’ll stay. Take off your shoes first, okay? We’ll cover up and sleep.”

“Don’t run,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She kept her arms around Ye Qing’s neck, burying herself in her chest.

Ye Qing had no choice. She struggled to sit up, removed their shoes, and lay back down with Jiang Jinhuang. She pulled the blanket over them.

Since she couldn’t leave, she’d sleep here. She wouldn’t do anything to Jiang Jinhuang.

Indeed, Ye Qing lay still. Jiang Jinhuang’s hands weren’t still. She touched Ye Qing’s cheek one moment and tugged her clothes the next.

Jiang Jinhuang pulled Ye Qing’s collar open. Ye Qing grabbed her hand quickly. If she didn’t stop her, her purity would be at risk tonight.

“Be good,” Ye Qing said warily. “Sleep means sleep. Don’t undress me.”

“Stingy,” Jiang Jinhuang grumbled. “Can’t even tug your clothes.”

Ye Qing laughed in frustration. Was that a tug? Her collar was wide open. If she didn’t hold Jiang Jinhuang, her undergarment ties would be undone.

Ye Qing sighed. She pushed Jiang Jinhuang’s hands away and fixed her collar. She closed her eyes to sleep. The next second, Jiang Jinhuang bit her scent gland again. “Mmm, tasty,” she said. “You’re so tasty.”

Ye Qing felt completely numb. She stayed in a half-dead state. She comforted herself inwardly. It wasn’t her first time being bitten. Jiang Jinhuang was a Kunze, so she’d let her be.

With this thought, Ye Qing’s mindset calmed slightly.

Jiang Jinhuang bit for a while. Seeming heavily drunk, she fell deeply asleep.

Ye Qing didn’t want to leave now. She wanted to see Jiang Jinhuang’s expression when she woke. She glared at the person in her arms and closed her eyes.

Jiang Jinhuang slept soundly and sweetly. Her body felt incredibly light. She slept until late morning.

Song Zhao and the little one ate breakfast in the front hall. Ye Qing and Jiang Jinhuang hadn’t appeared.

Song Zhao pouted. Her master and Jiang Jinhuang must have been intense last night, still not up at this hour.

The little one hugged Song Zhao’s leg in the courtyard. “Why aren’t my sister and Ye Qing up?” she asked curiously. “The sun’s high.”

“They’re probably busy,” Song Zhao said, rubbing the little one’s head. “You, little ball, don’t worry about it.”

“Busy with what?” the little one asked innocently. “Biting each other?”

Song Zhao’s eyes widened. She shushed her quickly. “Don’t talk nonsense,” she said. “Come, I’ll take you to play in the room.”

Song Zhao feared inappropriate sounds from their room might corrupt the little one. She hurriedly carried her away.

In the room, Jiang Jinhuang woke feeling refreshed. She felt something soft beneath her. She looked and met Ye Qing’s resentful gaze.

Jiang Jinhuang jumped, startled by Ye Qing. She sat up, clutching her chest. “Why are you in my room?” she asked, frowning.

Ye Qing wanted to applaud. “Good question,” she said sarcastically. “You blacked out again, huh? Need me to remind you what you did?”

Ye Qing gave a fake smile, staring at Jiang Jinhuang.

Jiang Jinhuang checked her dress. It was intact, untouched. The patch on her neck was still there, not torn.

Her gaze fell on Ye Qing. She saw Ye Qing’s neck covered in strawberry marks. The scent gland’s patch was gone. Several teeth marks remained, and it was swollen, clearly over-bitten.

Ye Qing’s dress collar was pulled open. Her pale neck showed faintly, even revealing undergarment ties. She looked thoroughly bullied.

Jiang Jinhuang swallowed guiltily. She told herself it wasn’t her doing.

“I didn’t do anything,” she said. “I’m always proper when sleeping. It’s definitely not me.” Her voice grew quieter, lacking confidence.

Ye Qing lay there, staring at Jiang Jinhuang. She looked like she was watching her make excuses.

“It’s just us two,” Ye Qing said. “I didn’t bite myself, did I?” She laughed at Jiang Jinhuang’s shameless words.

She glanced at her collar. “If I hadn’t held it, stopping you, I’d have lost my purity today,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang’s face flushed red. “I was drunk,” she mumbled softly. “You could’ve pushed me away.”

“When I pushed, your eyes got red,” Ye Qing said. “How could I bear it? You know I can’t stand your tears.” She sighed, sat up, and fixed her messy dress.

Hearing this, Jiang Jinhuang looked up at Ye Qing. Her lips curved unconsciously. She knew Ye Qing treated her specially.

She asked deliberately, “What if another Kunze did this to you?”

“I’d have thrown them out,” Ye Qing grumbled. “I’m not dumb. I’d dodge if someone took advantage.”

Jiang Jinhuang’s smile deepened. She looked at Ye Qing softly. “I won’t do it again,” she said. “Does it hurt? It looks swollen.”

Ye Qing knew it was swollen without a mirror. Jiang Jinhuang had bitten and sucked plenty. “Good you know,” she said, huffing. “You just bully me.”

“I’ll boil water now,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “I’ll use a hot cloth to soothe it. Wait here.” She ran out quickly.

Ye Qing, with a neck full of marks, looked at Jiang Jinhuang pitifully. Fine, she wouldn’t hold it against her.

Soon, Jiang Jinhuang returned with a basin after washing up. Seeing Ye Qing on the bed, she wet a cloth and placed it on Ye Qing’s scent gland. “Still hurt?” she asked.

“A bit,” Ye Qing said, staring at Jiang Jinhuang. “Sucked and bitten so long, it’d be odd if it didn’t.”

Jiang Jinhuang smiled awkwardly. She didn’t know she’d take advantage when drunk. At least it was Ye Qing.

Her movements were gentle. She wiped Ye Qing’s scent gland and neck marks with the cloth. “Want to wash your face?” she asked.

Ye Qing nodded. She washed her face with the basin water. Then, she went out and brushed her teeth with coarse salt.

In the courtyard, Song Zhao came out with the little one. The little one, restless, had been clamoring to play.

Seeing Ye Qing, the little one ran to her excitedly. “Ye Qing, why’d you just get up?” she asked.

Ye Qing looked exhausted. “Your sister caused it,” she said.

“Oh!” The little one nodded knowingly. “You and Sister were biting again.”

Ye Qing pinched the little one’s cheek. “Don’t spread rumors, you rascal,” she said. “Your sister bit me. I did nothing.”

“Hehe,” the little one giggled, amused at being called a rascal. She ran around Ye Qing happily.

Ye Qing shook her head helplessly. As she stood to stretch, she saw Song Zhao staring at her.

“What’re you looking at?” Ye Qing asked, glancing at her.

Song Zhao was shocked, her expression complex. She pointed at Ye Qing’s neck but lowered her hand, saying nothing.

She hadn’t expected her master, usually so capable, to be in this state. Her scent gland was swollen from play. Song Zhao couldn’t bear to look. She never thought her master would be the one bullied in bed.

Ye Qing noticed Song Zhao’s gaze. She coughed lightly and changed the topic. “Let’s eat something light for lunch,” she said. “Mushroom and meat noodle soup, okay?”

“Good!” the little one said, raising both hands.

Jiang Jinhuang came out of the room. “I’ll cook lunch today,” she offered. “Let Ye Qing rest.”

Song Zhao glanced at Ye Qing, then Jiang Jinhuang, her expression complex.

Ye Qing agreed to let Jiang Jinhuang cook. She deserved it after bullying her yesterday.

Jiang Jinhuang and Song Zhao cooked lunch. Ye Qing sawed wood in the courtyard. The wood came from handcarts in her storage. With their carriage, the carts were useless, perfect for making a child’s chair.

Ye Qing bought nails and a hammer from a shop. She crafted a chair like modern ones, with boards on the sides and back to prevent falls. She added a front rail for the little one’s hands and a tray for eating.

When Ye Qing finished the chair and brought it to the hall, Jiang Jinhuang’s noodles were ready.

Ye Qing lifted the little one. “Try your new chair,” she said, smiling.

“Yay!” the little one said, sitting excitedly. Ye Qing added a cushion for comfort.

The little one sat happily, her short legs swinging.

Jiang Jinhuang and Song Zhao brought noodle bowls. They placed the little one’s portion on her chair’s tray. She ate with a spoon.

Jiang Jinhuang found the chair novel. “I’ve never seen this chair,” she said, smiling. “It’s clever. Kids won’t fall.”

“Of course,” Ye Qing said. It was a popular modern design.

The little one ate by herself. Jiang Jinhuang didn’t need to feed her.

Song Zhao ate, glancing at her master’s neck occasionally.

Were Kunze that fierce? She shuddered, feeling for her master.

Ye Qing, unaware of Song Zhao’s thoughts, ate heartily.

After lunch, Ye Qing took on dishwashing. Jiang Jinhuang carried the little one to rest.

By afternoon, Ye Qing’s scent gland swelling subsided. She reapplied a patch and called Jiang Jinhuang and Song Zhao.

They’d been in Raozhou for days but hadn’t explored. Ye Qing wanted to take them out.

The little one, hearing they’d go out, ran excitedly in the courtyard.

“Yangyang, run slower,” Jiang Jinhuang said, smiling. “Don’t fall.”

The little one ran two laps and hugged Ye Qing’s leg, whining.

Ye Qing picked her up and carried her outside. Song Zhao and Jiang Jinhuang followed.

Jiang Jinhuang locked the gate and joined them.

The weather was chilly, but the street was lively. Stalls sold food and candied hawthorns.

The little one saw candied hawthorns and stared. She hugged Ye Qing, whining, “Ye Qing, what’s that?”

Ye Qing understood. “It’s candied hawthorn,” she said, smiling. “Want one?”

“Yay!” the little one said, thrilled.

They approached the stall. Jiang Jinhuang eyed the hawthorns. She’d seen them in the capital but never eaten them, as they were commoner food. She wondered about the taste.

Ye Qing wasn’t interested. As a child, she ate them often and grew tired. Seeing Jiang Jinhuang and Song Zhao’s eager looks, like the little one’s, she asked, “Boss, how much for the candied hawthorns?”

“You have good taste,” the old lady said eagerly. “They’re fresh. I removed the seeds, so kids can bite safely. Five wen each, very cheap.”

Ye Qing saw her clean, simple clothes. “Give me three,” she said. “Make it cheaper.”

“It’s a small business,” the lady said, smiling. “Three for thirteen coins, how’s that?”

“Deal,” Ye Qing said, paying quickly. She smiled at Jiang Jinhuang and Song Zhao. “Take one each. It’s sweet and sour, quite fun.”

She picked a big, round one for the little one. Her mouth was watering.

“I’ll hold it and feed you,” Ye Qing said, fearing the stick was too long. “Okay?”

“Okay,” the little one said, eager. “Feed me one.”

Ye Qing, amused, fed her. The little one bit the crisp, sugary hawthorn. She chewed happily. The sweet coating and tart hawthorn tasted great. She ate two quickly.

Song Zhao saw the little one enjoying it. She shyly took one. Her master bought her one!

As a poor child, she rarely ate this. One snowy year, her mother earned coins washing clothes and bought her a candied hawthorn. She was as young as Yangyang, unaware of her mother’s struggles, only knowing it tasted good.

Now, nearing seventeen, her mother was gone.

Song Zhao turned away, hiding her reddened eyes. She bit the hawthorn. It was sweet and sour, like childhood. It felt good.

Jiang Jinhuang took one too. She tried it and found it tasty.

Her strict household never allowed such commoner food, calling it unclean. It was surprisingly good.

She ate two more.

The little one’s mouth was sugary. Ye Qing worried she’d overeat. “Can you finish?” she asked. “If not, let’s stop, okay?”

The little one shook her head. “I want to eat,” she whined.

“Fine, fine,” Ye Qing said softly, coaxing her.

As she fed the little one, a candied hawthorn came to her lips. She paused, seeing Jiang Jinhuang offering it.

She bit it from Jiang Jinhuang’s hand. It was sweet and sour, not bad, but she wasn’t fond. “Mmm, tasty,” she said. “You eat. I’ll feed Yangyang.”

The little one finished hers. Ye Qing wiped her mouth.

At a dough figurine stall, the little one tugged Ye Qing’s sleeve. “Ye Qing, what’s that?” she asked. “I want to see.”

The little white ball tilted her head, whining at Ye Qing. Ye Qing agreed instantly. “Okay, let’s look,” she said.

They approached. A female Qianyuan shaped colorful dough into dolls. The little one’s eyes sparkled. “So pretty,” she said.

Ye Qing smiled at her. “Like it?” she asked. “Want one?”

“Yay!” the little one said, excited. “Ye Qing’s the best!”

“Which one?” Ye Qing asked. “The doll or the rabbit?”

The little one hesitated. She wanted both!

Ye Qing took one for her to see closely.

The little one loved it. “Ye Qing, can I have four?” she asked, whining.

Ye Qing’s eyes curved. “Okay, I’ll buy them all,” she said.

“Hehe, yay!” the little one said.

She held two dough figurines. Jiang Jinhuang held the other two.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing, holding her sister. Her eyes curved. Ye Qing spoiled children. If Ye Qing had her own, she’d probably spoil them endlessly.

Her ears reddened slightly. Ye Qing’s temper was great. Even after last night’s bullying, she wasn’t mad today. Such Qianyuan were rare.

Ye Qing didn’t know Jiang Jinhuang’s thoughts. She carried the little one to buy candies. The little one wanted several kinds.

Jiang Jinhuang warned, “Yangyang, don’t eat too many candies,” she said. “Your teeth won’t last.”

“Okay,” the little one said. “I’ll take three packs. Ye Qing, okay?” She looked at Ye Qing with big eyes, whining.

Ye Qing gave in instantly. “Okay, I’ll buy them,” she said. “Your sister will keep them. Ask her when you want some.”

“Hehe, good!” the little one said, thrilled.

Ye Qing bought piles of snacks and pastries. They ate and strolled. Song Zhao and Jiang Jinhuang’s arms were nearly full.

Finally, they visited a clothing shop. Their current clothes, taken from Linzhou’s wealthy, weren’t as fitting as new ones. Shoes too. New ones were comfier.

Ye Qing planned to buy two outfits and two pairs of cotton shoes each. They could buy more later, as they weren’t leaving soon.