After finishing her skincare routine, Song Nanyin was pleased with how fragrant she smelled all over, and only then did she settle onto the bed, satisfied. She propped herself at the edge of the bed and fiddled with her phone. Before long, Liu Zhaoran came out of the bathroom after her shower.

As the door opened, white steam drifted out with it, lingering around Liu Zhaoran. Song Nanyin glanced over casually and felt oddly dazed.

She didn’t know how to describe the feeling. It was like those fairies in TV dramas who made their entrances with an ethereal aura, always wreathed in mist. Liu Zhaoran at this moment was exactly that.

Even if this woman’s heart was rotten with schemes through and through, even as the “persecuted” party, Song Nanyin couldn’t go against her conscience and say Liu Zhaoran was hard to look at. After her bath, Liu Zhaoran was completely bare-faced, without a trace of adornment, and her features looked even finer.

Her nose was straight and delicate, her jet-black hair like ink or silk, falling in soft cascades. Her skin held a milky, dewy luster. With her brows and eyes slightly lowered, even her casual glances carried a restrained air. Liu Zhaoran’s bearing was excellent, and part of that came from her figure.

She was tall and slender, not in a bony, frail way, but slim with graceful curves. She wrapped herself in a white bathrobe, and the open collar revealed half of each collarbone. On her long, fair neck, a small red mole was as conspicuous as a plum blossom in snow.

At this moment, Song Nanyin suddenly felt that standing beside Liu Zhaoran, she was the vicious supporting female lead next to the innocent heroine. Or else the seductive current girlfriend and the White Moonlight that could never be won.

Fine, the thought alone was infuriating.

To get back at Liu Zhaoran for staring at her the whole time, Song Nanyin simply put down her phone and stared straight at her. Perhaps sensing her gaze, Liu Zhaoran chuckled softly. She didn’t take offense or turn away; instead, she took off her bathrobe right in front of her, with complete ease.

She had nothing on underneath, not even underwear!?

“You… what are you doing?” Song Nanyin’s face flushed all at once. She turned her head stiffly, never having expected that this shameless woman Liu Zhaoran would strip off her bathrobe in front of her.

“What’s wrong?” Hearing Song Nanyin’s question, Liu Zhaoran tilted her head and stood there looking over blankly. Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and her innocent expression made it seem she truly didn’t know what she had done…

“Liu Zhaoran, I have no desire to look at your body.”

“But I… didn’t invite Team Leader Song to look at me.”

Liu Zhaoran was amused by Song Nanyin’s retort, and a light laugh spilled from her lips. Song Nanyin, realizing she had misspoken, pressed her lips together awkwardly, momentarily at a loss for words.

“I just thought, since Team Leader Song kept staring at me, that you wanted to look, so I took off my bathrobe. Sorry, I misread you.”

As she spoke, she picked the bathrobe back up and put it on seriously. Watching the gentle sway of her breasts with each movement, Song Nanyin was dazzled by those two soft, white mounds. She found Liu Zhaoran seductive all over again. How could this woman not even wear a bra?

“Who wants to deal with you? I’m tired. I want to rest.” So saying, Song Nanyin didn’t even look at Liu Zhaoran, simply lying down and turning off the main light. The room suddenly fell into a dim, dusky yellow, with a strip of light by the window providing a weak source of glow.

Liu Zhaoran said nothing more. She merely did her skincare routine and lay down on the other side of the bed. As she lay down, the bed gave a soft shake and sank under the weight of her body.

Song Nanyin had thought that with her body so tired, she would fall asleep easily tonight. But whether it was the unfamiliar bed or having someone beside her, sleep simply wouldn’t come. And with Liu Zhaoran lying there, she couldn’t toss and turn too much, so she worked herself into a sweat.

The air conditioner was on, so the room wasn’t stuffy, but with no windows open, the air inside felt congealed, making the scents around them all the more pronounced.

In fact, Song Nanyin had already been faintly catching Liu Zhaoran’s scent for a while, a fragrance she knew all too well. She silently needled the woman for spraying perfume before bed, but she was also curious where Liu Zhaoran’s scent actually came from.

Among the perfumes she had bought, she could find no familiar scent like it, and it didn’t resemble any brand she had smelled before. How to put it? Though it was something Liu Zhaoran used, Song Nanyin found it strangely pleasant. Especially after smelling it so much lately, she liked it more and more.

Right now, that faint fragrance was wafting around her nostrils like a stalk of foxtail grass teasing her nose back and forth, ticklish. Song Nanyin couldn’t help turning over onto her back. At that moment, Liu Zhaoran beside her also turned onto her back.

“Can’t sleep, Team Leader Song? Should I turn off the light strip?”

Liu Zhaoran’s question came through the night that wasn’t quite dark. Knowing that she, too, hadn’t fallen asleep, Song Nanyin felt a little more balanced.

“No need. I’m used to sleeping with some light.” Song Nanyin said in a muffled voice, inexplicably feeling that Liu Zhaoran’s scent had grown stronger. She pressed her lips together and, after hesitating several times, finally spoke.

“Hey, Black-Hearted Lotus, what brand of perfume do you use?”

Since Liu Zhaoran already knew about the nickname Black-Hearted Lotus, Song Nanyin simply called her by it without trying to hide it.

She noticed that after she asked, Liu Zhaoran’s body suddenly stiffened. Had she asked something strange?

Or did this woman not want to share her perfume?

“Team Leader Song, I don’t spray perfume. What you smell should be my own scent.” Liu Zhaoran’s faint voice came from beside her. Somehow, Song Nanyin felt her tone had turned cold. This made her even more convinced that Liu Zhaoran was doing it on purpose.

Could this woman really be fabricating such a lie just to avoid sharing her perfume? Or was she trying to show off that she had natural body fragrance? Either way, it was infuriating enough.

“Hey, you… mm?” Song Nanyin was about to speak when, in the darkness, the figure beside her suddenly rose and leaned over. Song Nanyin was lying flat, and Liu Zhaoran, propping herself up, hovered at her side, pressing nearly half her body onto her.

The body that pressed close was soft and light, making that scent exceptionally clear. Song Nanyin’s ears burned with discomfort. She had no idea what madness had seized that damn woman Liu Zhaoran.

“You… what are you doing…”

“Does Team Leader Song think I smell good?”

Liu Zhaoran’s voice was low, and in the dark night, the laughter laced through it was obvious. Liu Zhaoran knew very well what the so-called special scent Song Nanyin spoke of was. It was the mark of her not belonging to this world, her unique pheromones.

She had been in this world for a long time, and the people who could smell her pheromones were few and far between. Even those who could didn’t develop a tangible sensory reaction the way Song Nanyin did. At the thought that the reason might be Song Nanyin’s unexpected differentiation, Liu Zhaoran felt some joy, but more than that, irritation.

She hadn’t expected that the one to reawaken a part of her body’s presence would be Song Nanyin. If the other woman hadn’t brought it up, Liu Zhaoran would almost have forgotten that she was an Omega with pheromones.

Liu Zhaoran was curious which class Song Nanyin belonged to. Going by what she could sense, Class S was out of the question, Class A was a stretch; Class B or C was more likely. In that case, her pheromones would have quite an effect on her, wouldn’t they?

Thinking this, Liu Zhaoran smiled. She leaned closer and closer until she pressed her entire upper body onto Song Nanyin. Their bodies clung together, the soft places of their chests squeezed against each other. Liu Zhaoran wasn’t wearing a bra, but Song Nanyin was.

“You… what are you doing… you’re crushing me.” Song Nanyin felt muddled, as if she had drunk a low-proof liquor and was getting tipsy. Because of Liu Zhaoran’s closeness, the scent on her body had become overwhelmingly dense, almost wrapping Song Nanyin inside it.

“I just want to know what I smell like. Can Team Leader Song help me smell where the scent is strongest?” Liu Zhaoran pressed her voice even lower, weaving seduction into the deep night.

She slowly lifted her neck and brushed it across the tip of Song Nanyin’s nose. It was an extremely suggestive gesture. Song Nanyin felt her nasal passages instantly swept by the Grass-Smoke Scent. Liu Zhaoran’s scent was domineering, as if it wanted to squeeze out every other smell and leave only her own behind.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about… move away from me. Don’t you think this is strange?” Song Nanyin said softly, her jaw and lower lip trembling. Her breath came out scorching, spilling onto Liu Zhaoran’s neck and raising a fine ring of goosebumps around the small red mole.

Liu Zhaoran chuckled softly. Enduring the ticklish sensation, she rubbed against her again.

“But I really want to know what I smell like. Team Leader Song has stirred my curiosity. What should we do? Won’t you smell me for me?”

Liu Zhaoran said this a little wickedly, then wrinkled her nose and sniffed at Song Nanyin’s temple. At that moment, Song Nanyin felt as if all the blood in her body had begun to flow faster. Her brain was struck again and again by Liu Zhaoran’s scent, nearly shattering her reason completely.

Song Nanyin knew. She knew where on Liu Zhaoran’s body the scent was strongest. It was at the back of her neck. That place was soaked with her scent and aura. Unable to stop herself, Song Nanyin raised her arms to embrace Liu Zhaoran, burying her nose in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent that intoxicated her.

“So fragrant… mm…” Song Nanyin murmured in a daze, wholly unaware that her body had produced a special reaction. A scorching thing stiffened beneath her underwear, rubbing against Liu Zhaoran’s thigh. The latter realized what it was, and a playful smile suddenly hooked at the corner of her mouth.

She abruptly pulled back, sat on Song Nanyin’s thighs, and lifted the blanket a little. Sure enough, after more than half a month, it had risen again. Liu Zhaoran appraised it with great interest.

“Team Leader Song, can you explain the reason? We’re both women. Why do you have a physiological reaction to me?” This sentence instantly called back Song Nanyin’s reason, which had nearly drifted far away. She was dazed for a moment, and because the other woman had moved away, the scent around her faded, letting her recover her senses a little.

“You… what nonsense are you talking about? Who has feelings for you?” Song Nanyin scrambled up in a panic, about to get off the bed and head to the bathroom, but Liu Zhaoran pressed her shoulders and pushed her back against the headboard.

“Don’t move. I want to run an experiment. It’s inspection time.” As she spoke, Liu Zhaoran flipped open Song Nanyin’s skirt and yanked off her underwear. With the barrier stripped away, a tender part sprang out, fluid seeping from its tip. Liu Zhaoran took hold of it.

“Nn… you… Liu Zhaoran, are you sick… mm… don’t touch me.” Song Nanyin kept shrinking back, but there was nothing she could do. Liu Zhaoran was gripping it, and she couldn’t snatch it back.

“No need to rush, Team Leader Song. I just want to know, is my scent still strong now?” Liu Zhaoran leaned close again, even nimbly lifting her long hair to bring the back of her neck to Song Nanyin’s nose.

A scent thicker than any time before struck down Song Nanyin’s reason like a sharp blade. She stared at that place in a daze. It was as if she could see the faintly pulsing bump beneath Liu Zhaoran’s skin and smell the scent emanating from there.

Such a lovely, fragrant… scent.

Liu Zhaoran noticed that Song Nanyin’s gaze was even murkier than before, and the little bundle of flesh in her hand had grown harder and hotter. She smiled and toyed with it, and Song Nanyin soon began to tremble under her motions.

“No… nn… it feels so good… ah… aah…” Song Nanyin didn’t know what lewd cries she was making, but her body felt too good, and these were sounds she simply couldn’t control.

Suddenly, her lower abdomen convulsed, and that useless part gushed out a stream of hot fluid, all of it spilling into Liu Zhaoran’s palm. This time, it was even faster than last. All together, less than ten seconds.

Liu Zhaoran cast a teasing glance at Song Nanyin. The other woman didn’t notice her gaze, leaning against the bed in a daze with her legs spread wide. Liu Zhaoran lowered her eyes to look at the fluid in her palm and the softened thing. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Song Nanyin’s glistening pussy.

So the female part of her sex organs was very sensitive too. In this regard, she differed from some female Alphas.

“Team Leader Song seems to really like my hand. It’s especially quick every time.” Liu Zhaoran said with a smile. Hearing this, Song Nanyin opened her eyes and came back to herself. Realizing she had done something embarrassing again, she had no idea how to respond for a moment.

Face red, she choked for a long while, unable to get out a single word. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. There… when it was held by Liu Zhaoran, she couldn’t summon any strength at all, and she finished so quickly… so quickly.

Song Nanyin struggled to snatch that part back from Liu Zhaoran’s hand. Not knowing what to say, she could only burrow into the blanket like an ostrich, turning her back to Liu Zhaoran in silence.

Seeing that she intended to play dead like this, the smile at the corner of Liu Zhaoran’s lips deepened. Foolish Lion. Even the way she handled problems was this foolish.

“Good thing Team Leader Song didn’t do it on the bedsheet, or it would be hard to explain to the hotel’s cleaning staff. After all, with two women, this thing suddenly turning up would be strange. Since it’s in my hand, I’ll just wash it clean.”

As she spoke, Liu Zhaoran glanced at the white fluid remaining in her palm and got off the bed. Listening to the patter of her footsteps, Song Nanyin covered her face and buried it in the pillow.

Ugh, why was that damn woman Liu Zhaoran so infuriating?