Her Rose – Chapter 70

Sitting on Cheng Ying’s lap gave Jiang Hanguang a rare opportunity to look down at the alpha, who was quite a bit taller than her.

It was a novel perspective, and one that made it easier for her to feel the so-called “attraction.”

The strong liquor slid down her throat like a ball of fire. The flame traveled all the way down, finally igniting her body heat from the inside out.

That heat was enough to strip away the shackles Jiang Hanguang had, whether actively or passively, placed upon herself over the long years. It left only a sliver of struggling consciousness, yet it wasn’t enough to resist her body’s instincts.

It didn’t take her much effort to get into the character of Gu Qingsheng. After casting off the restraints she deemed unnecessary, Gu Qingsheng’s world was simple to a degree that any normal adult would find laughable.

Like a train that had lost its tracks, it only needed to rely on the instinct to keep moving forward, without any superfluous thoughts.

Interestingly, although Jiang Hanguang’s and Gu Qingsheng’s experiences were worlds apart, their pasts had, in the same way, bound their feet, preventing them from reaching the shore they yearned for.

For someone who is trapped, a happy cage is still a cage, and bitter fruit can still fill one’s stomach.

The biggest difference, in fact, was that Jiang Hanguang was smart enough and clear-headed enough. Her unhappy past made her keenly aware that the outside world held not only freedom but also man-eating beasts. She had never let go of her caution and restraint.

Gu Qingsheng certainly had caution too, but that thread-like, weak wariness was not enough to hold back someone who was determined to sink into the abyss.

Xin Ze was just a perfectly timed catalyst, one that cleanly sliced that soft thread in two—the catalyst that would lead Gu Qingsheng to a point of no return.

So what was her own catalyst?

To let go of her wariness, let go of her doubts, to no longer be afraid, to no longer run away.

Jiang Hanguang’s gaze fell on the alpha she was pinning down, unable to move.

Cheng Ying’s freshly dried hair was a little frizzy and couldn’t be completely combed neat, making her whole head look a bit fluffy. Her unstyled bangs messily covered her forehead, adding a touch of boyishness to the already young-looking alpha.

Her facial features were well-defined yet soft, her eyes gorgeous, her nose bridge high, and her lips sharply thin.

Her youthful face was as exquisite as a descended god’s, but her blue eyes were forever filled with an inexhaustible, fervent love.

Just being looked at by her, Jiang Hanguang felt like she was about to catch fire.

But she was clearly already a mature alpha.

She had strong, powerful arms that could lock her securely in an embrace during dangerous moments; she had sharp claws and fangs that would flash with a cold light and pounce on anyone who bullied her; when she wanted to tease her, she would deliberately lower her voice, like a siren from the deep sea luring one to drown.

All of that was certainly charming, but what made Jiang Hanguang unable to extricate herself was, instead, Cheng Ying’s vulnerable side.

She also had times when she would lose her reason and cry, begging to be petted, and times when she would be helpless, full of self-pity, and beg for comfort.

Her lips and teeth were so sharp, yet they had never harmed Jiang Hanguang in the slightest.

To Jiang Hanguang, this was the most precious thing.

Her sense of security, worn down by life over a long time until it was riddled with a thousand holes, was being carefully wrapped in soft yet sturdy armor by the alpha in front of her, who was bit by bit mending the endlessly bleeding voids.

After all this time, no matter how Jiang Hanguang’s reason declared Cheng Ying’s harmlessness, her self-preservation, which had been ground into her instincts, was still stubbornly holding its ground.

This was the reason her body could never completely accept Cheng Ying.

But tonight, with the help of the strong liquor and Gu Qingsheng, that self-preservation had temporarily failed.

For the first time, Jiang Hanguang began to scrutinize Cheng Ying with the eyes of an adult omega looking at an alpha.

Lustful, desirous, even seductive.

Then, like a child who had accidentally opened a long-sealed treasure chest, she unsurprisingly became lost in it.

Because in the end, even from a sexual perspective, Cheng Ying was a very charming person.

She had a body that one could find no fault with, healthy and full of aesthetic beauty.

Jiang Hanguang’s fingertips traced Cheng Ying’s long neck, clearly feeling the slide of her throat.

She laughed softly, as if her sense of shame had been thrown into the scorching flames along with everything else.

She knew, of course, how much Cheng Ying liked her. Both her reason and her instincts acknowledged this indisputable truth.

Her hand traveled downwards, the firm abdomen attesting to the alpha’s strength.

Jiang Hanguang felt thirsty, and also felt that perhaps she should say something.

Vaguely, she could still recall that she had been drinking to accurately portray the so-called “sexual suggestion,” so she felt it was necessary to ask her scene partner’s opinion. Thus, looking at Cheng Ying’s tightly pressed lips, she asked.

“Does this feel good?”

Cheng Ying had nothing to say. If she had to say something, saying that she felt so good she was on cloud nine would probably get her laughed at.

But it was obvious there was no reasoning with the current Jiang Hanguang. Just by looking at the woman’s unfocused eyes, Cheng Ying knew she was completely drunk.

Fortunately, Cheng Ying didn’t dislike this feeling. On the contrary, she quite enjoyed this rare, proactive Jiang Hanguang.

And she was happy to see more.

Since the other person was drunk, she had to go along with the drunkard’s line of thinking.

So she just shook her head, deliberately putting on a bored expression, “Hmm… it’s just okay?”

This answer, unsurprisingly, made the omega on her lap show a displeased expression, but she quickly adjusted her mood and continued her experiment.

Soft kisses landed on Cheng Ying’s forehead, then traveled all the way down, like a fine spring rain, lingering and tantalizing as they brushed across every inch of her skin.

This was truly challenging Cheng Ying’s endurance a bit too much.

Most of the kisses between her and Jiang Hanguang were initiated by her. She had never been doted on by Jiang Hanguang like this, so unreservedly.

Cheng Ying’s long, slender fingers clenched the hem of the cotton pajamas of the woman on top of her, creating wrinkles that would be hard to smooth out. Cheng Ying could only keep reminding herself inwardly that Jiang Hanguang was drunk, and she couldn’t take advantage of her.

But the omega on top of her was much more unrestrained. Her lips had already lingered to the edge of Cheng Ying’s, her tongue circling twice like a lost fish, tentatively trying to probe inside.

Cheng Ying sighed softly, and before Jiang Hanguang could frown again, she parted her teeth, letting the other woman charge straight in.

This kiss, led by Jiang Hanguang, was milder and sweeter than any of their previous deep kisses.

The rational Cheng Ying could clearly feel how Jiang Hanguang was, bit by bit… devouring her.

She could also feel, from the woman’s gentle yet clinging movements, her tenderness and affection for her.

The perspectives of the plunderer and the plundered are of course different, but as long as it was Jiang Hanguang, Cheng Ying liked it all.

If she hadn’t continued kissing downwards.

The kiss that landed on her throat made Cheng Ying tense up like a cat with its fur on end. She grabbed Jiang Hanguang and pressed her into her embrace to stop her movements.

The other woman, not knowing she was courting death, laughed triumphantly in her ear.

“I heard your heartbeat. It’s beating so fast. It feels good, right?”

This was really going to be the death of her.

Cheng Ying flipped her over and pinned Jiang Hanguang back down, saying with a smile through gritted teeth, “You’re right. But Hanguang probably doesn’t know yet that you can’t let an alpha get too comfortable. It’s easy to get burned!”

With that said, she kissed her fiercely, venting all her pent-up frustration in that kiss.

Judging from the vibrations from her lips, Jiang Hanguang probably had something to say, though it was unclear whether she was condemning the sneak attack or declaring that she wanted to continue the experiment.

But that small resistance was quickly and ruthlessly suppressed by Cheng Ying. At least, by the time she let go, Jiang Hanguang only had the strength to gasp for air.

And then, it was time to return the favor in full.

Cheng Ying had to admit that, as someone with not-so-high moral standards, her desires for Jiang Hanguang were probably far deeper than Jiang Hanguang’s for her.

For example, after all that, even in her drunken state, Jiang Hanguang was still thinking about her acting.

She wasn’t thinking about so much; she just wanted to tear away the woman’s tightly-wrapped disguise and fill her.

Strangely, Jiang Hanguang didn’t push her away or cry like before.

Although the woman’s eyes were filled with tears and the corners were red, she still stubbornly… returned her caresses.

Although her weak body made her counterattacks feeble, she was still proactive.

This, in turn, made Cheng Ying a little unused to it, and even a little worried.

So she finally stopped her action of pulling at the woman’s buttons and propped herself up to look at Jiang Hanguang’s face.

On that delectably flushed face, the woman’s originally bright eyes were now veiled by layers of mist, making her look alluring yet unfamiliar to her.

Jiang Hanguang was completely drunk. Cheng Ying didn’t know what she was thinking, nor could she ask if she was willing.

She didn’t even know if Jiang Hanguang still thought she was conducting an experiment, that she was Gu Qingsheng.

This wouldn’t do.

Cheng Ying’s pride, more effectively than her reason, reined in her surging instincts.

If she was truly going to have her, it should be when Jiang Hanguang was sober and told her she could.

Not like this, because of a muddle-headed experiment.

She could only stop, restrain the woman’s restless hands, and pick her up to walk towards the bedroom.

The excitement from the alcohol seemed to have reached its end, followed by a drowsiness that made one want to fall into a deep sleep. Therefore, Jiang Hanguang didn’t manage to cause any new trouble for Cheng Ying on her way.

Placing the omega in her arms onto the soft bed, Cheng Ying considerately tucked her in and got up to leave.

Today, she absolutely did not dare to sleep in the same bed as Jiang Hanguang.

The moment she turned, her fingers were suddenly grabbed. Jiang Hanguang’s eyelids were fighting to stay open, but she still called out to her groggily, “Where are you going?”

Cheng Ying could only turn back and gently kiss her forehead, her voice hoarse, “Going to get you some sobering soup. I’ll be right back, be good.”

The woman frowned and rubbed her head against the soft pillow, humming in refusal: “I don’t want to drink it.”

Cheng Ying really wanted to take out her phone right now and record this scene, to show the sober Jiang Hanguang tomorrow what her drunken conduct was like.

She believed that even if Miss Jiang didn’t spontaneously combust on the spot, she would immediately dig a hole and jump in to become a mushroom.

But again, there was no reasoning with a drunkard.

She could only continue to coax her in a gentle voice, “If you don’t drink it, you’ll have a headache. Don’t you have to film tomorrow?”

At the mention of filming, Jiang Hanguang hesitated for a moment, and finally, reluctantly, compromised.

After coaxing the other woman into letting go of her hand, Cheng Ying didn’t go to the kitchen first, but to the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet directly and put her freshly washed hair under the stream of water.

The icy water on her scalp finally allowed her to cool down completely.

Otherwise, she probably couldn’t even be sure that she wouldn’t suddenly change her mind.

Looking at her own wretched reflection in the mirror, Cheng Ying gave a bitter smile.

“Why the fuck did I never realize before that I’m such a saint?”