Cheng Ying had never so truly understood the meaning of the phrase “you reap what you sow.”
She turned her head, took two deep breaths, bent over slightly, pulled the thin blanket she had kicked to the foot of the bed, rolled it into a long, tight roll, and placed it between her and Jiang Hanguang.
Although for someone like her who slept so restlessly, the effect of this dividing line would likely be quite limited, it was better than nothing.
At least it could wake her up by jabbing her before she rolled on top of Jiang Hanguang.
Jiang Hanguang naturally noticed her actions. She felt a little like laughing, but then suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
But it was only a little, because she really hadn’t thought much of it; she just wanted Cheng Ying to be able to fall asleep.
Although Cheng Ying’s actions had now lent a hint of ambiguity to the situation, it wasn’t enough to make Jiang Hanguang back down.
She didn’t comment on the alpha’s act of drawing her own dividing line and continued to pat her shoulder gently. “Sleep.”
Fortunately, although everything at Little Little Farm was dilapidated, the bed was slightly more generous than a standard single bed. Both of them had tall, slender figures, so with the addition of a dividing line, they could just barely lie flat.
Cheng Ying’s shoulder was being rhythmically patted by Jiang Hanguang. The cool breeze that blew in, carrying a faint scent of roses, chased away the heat from her body but couldn’t soothe the fluttering in her heart.
That fluttering was deliberately suppressed by Cheng Ying, but it ultimately couldn’t fight against the deepening drowsiness and reluctantly went to sleep along with its owner.
But it wasn’t willing to completely surrender.
In a daze, Cheng Ying struggled to open her eyes and saw a piece of flawless, snow-white jade.
The jade glowed with a lustrous, vivid white, as if it were alive.
She couldn’t help but gently stroke it.
How could it be so soft and warm?
The soft and supple texture made Cheng Ying unable to put it down. She continued to feel her way down, her palm caressing the edge of the jade.
But the stone, as if it truly had a life of its own, trembled, trying to escape from her palm.
Cheng Ying was enjoying the feeling and immediately pulled it back in dissatisfaction.
Not only did she pull it back, but she also unceremoniously lay on top of it.
While restlessly rubbing against it, she opened her mouth to bite it.
Perhaps her head was muddled from sleep in the dream, as she wasn’t even afraid of chipping a tooth.
Fortunately, the stone that felt soft to the touch also had a good texture when bitten.
It was soft and resilient, with a faint scent of roses, like some kind of delicious pastry.
The stone trembled even more violently, almost taking on a pitiful quality, as if it were afraid she would get carried away and truly bite down.
An inexplicable sense of pity arose in Cheng Ying’s heart. She magnanimously loosened her bite and even gave it a soothing lick as a form of comfort.
The stone sensed her goodwill and quieted down a little.
Cheng Ying let out a soft laugh, but she still felt it wasn’t enough. No matter how she caressed or gnawed at it, something still seemed to be missing.
She wanted to merge herself into this exquisite stone beneath her, like a fish swimming into a mysterious, warm pool.
So she fumbled around, trying to find a place large enough to accommodate her.
The stone, seemingly unable to bear her torment any longer, actually let out a low sob.
“Don’t…”
The soft, trembling sob was hardly a deterrent to the enthusiastic intruder; instead, it stirred a deeply hidden sadistic desire.
Cheng Ying had no intention of stopping and even more or less increased the force.
Until the next sentence.
“Don’t… it’s too much, Xiao Ying.”
Jiang Hanguang?!
Cheng Ying woke up abruptly, as if a soundly sleeping drunkard had been slapped hard across the face.
The faint morning light filtered in through the small window, and the room’s simple furnishings were vaguely visible.
Judging by the intensity of the light, it was probably around five or six in the morning.
Cheng Ying was dazed for a good while before she came to her senses. Her wavering gaze finally fell on the person beside her.
She hadn’t crossed the dividing line she had drawn herself, but her hand was currently clasped around the woman’s slender waist, pressing the shapeless plaid pajamas into the curve of the woman’s waistline.
Cheng Ying gently lifted her palm, stiffly retracting her arm. She was certain her hand had not been well-behaved before she woke up; Jiang Hanguang’s furrowed brows and flushed face were the best proof.
Compared to her previous bloody and violent nightmares, this was truly the most beautiful and enchanting dream she had ever had.
The reaction it brought on was also a bit too strong.
A blush spread across the face of the usually thick-skinned Boss Cheng. She bent over slightly, deceptively concealing her body’s troublesome reaction, and at the same time, finally noticed that something was wrong with herself.
Even after having such a dream, her body temperature should have gradually returned to normal after waking up.
But her body temperature was still perceptibly high. Cheng Ying sniffed and smelled the woody scent in the air, which was much stronger than usual.
It was the first time she had smelled such an almost overpowering scent on herself.
In heat? No, that wasn’t right. She hadn’t lost control, she was just a little agitated.
Cheng Ying’s gaze fell back on Jiang Hanguang. The Omega was still sleeping restlessly. The collar of her pajamas, which had been neatly buttoned, had been rubbed open at some point, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and her delicate collarbone.
Cheng Ying had to use almost all her willpower to tear her gaze away from that patch of skin, comforting herself.
At least Jiang Hanguang hadn’t been too severely affected.
She took a moment, sat up silently, and went to the bathroom.
The cold water hit her body mercilessly. Cheng Ying shivered and finally calmed down completely.
Her hand touched the back of her neck, where an alpha’s scent gland was located. It was still emitting an unusual amount of heat.
Susceptible period.
Boss Cheng, who had diligently read her physiology textbook, came to a conclusion.
The so-called susceptible period was, in fact, a time when an alpha’s emotions and pheromones were prone to losing control, lasting anywhere from 7 to 10 days.
Unlike an omega’s heat, an alpha’s susceptible period doesn’t occur at regular intervals. According to physiology books, its occurrence and duration mostly depend on the alpha’s dopamine secretion levels during that time. In layman’s terms, an alpha whose heart is fluttering with desire is often very likely to enter a susceptible period.
And a very small number of exceptionally gifted, or rather, frigid alphas, might never experience a susceptible period in their entire lives.
It had been 7 years since Cheng Ying presented, and this was the first time she knew what a susceptible period felt like.
She pushed back her dripping bangs from her eyes, but the irritation in her heart refused to dissipate.
The way to soothe a susceptible period is to have an omega inject a sufficient amount of pheromones through the alpha’s scent gland.
But in that situation, the alpha is very likely to go berserk, and there have even been vicious incidents of alphas forcibly marking omegas. Therefore, the government does not recommend that unbonded A/O pairs resolve a susceptible period on their own.
Naturally, Cheng Ying couldn’t possibly ask Jiang Hanguang to help her.
Then she could only wait for it to end on its own.
Jiang Hanguang was woken up by the sound of water from the bathroom.
She groggily opened her eyes and found herself lying alone on Cheng Ying’s bed. On the other side of the dividing line, it was already empty.
Did Xiao Ying sweat yesterday, so she’s taking another shower first thing in the morning?
She drowsily got up and lay back down on her own bed, preparing to go back to sleep.
Last night, just as she had finally confirmed Cheng Ying was asleep and was about to leave, a hand landed on her waist.
It held on very tightly, making it impossible to leave easily.
She was afraid that struggling free would wake Cheng Ying, so she had no choice but to make do and sleep like that.
The temperature outside has dropped now, so why do I feel a little hot?
Drowsiness kept Jiang Hanguang from thinking too much about it, and she fell asleep again.
When Cheng Ying finished up and came out drying her hair, she saw that Jiang Hanguang had already returned to her own bed, her brow smooth, sleeping with a docile expression.
Alphas in their susceptible period are somewhat emotionally fragile. Cheng Ying looked at the “solitary” dividing line on her bed and felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
Fortunately, although the production team had confiscated their luggage, items related to their physiology had been returned to their rightful owners. After all, no matter how primitive the show was, it couldn’t be so primitive as to let the guests go into heat.
Cheng Ying fished a stack of shielding patches out of her bag, tore one open, and stuck it on her scent gland.
The icy sensation made the skin that had just started to warm up break out in goosebumps again. Cheng Ying looked back at the sleeping Jiang Hanguang, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
You really… have done a number on me.
Cheng Ying didn’t expect to run into Lang Wenxing at breakfast. She thought he would have left this place of heartbreak overnight, just like Li Wan.
After all, last night, this prince-syndrome-afflicted guy’s face had been thoroughly trampled on by the Miss Jiang he so longed for.
Lang Wenxing had dark circles under his eyes and looked listless. Cheng Ying paid him no mind, humming a little tune as she sat there, all but wearing her schadenfreude on her face.
Jiang Hanguang came out with Cheng Ying. Normally, Lang Wenxing would have rushed over to greet her by now, but today he just glanced up at Jiang Hanguang before immediately burying his head in his food.
As if he’d seen a ghost.
It seemed last night had indeed left a permanent scar on the top-tier star Lang’s fragile little heart.
Jiang Hanguang, however, was the same as always, nodding to everyone in greeting before sitting down to eat.
Today, the four of them were preparing to continue harvesting wheat. It was Cheng Ying’s turn to operate the machine. Wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, one hand on the steering wheel, she was about to set off when she saw Jiang Hanguang, who had just finished reminding her to be safe, glance at the machine with an envious look.
She remembered Jiang Hanguang had said before that she was very curious about this machine as a child, but unfortunately, her grandmother wouldn’t let her play with it.
“Want to come up?” Cheng Ying extended a hand to Jiang Hanguang, who was below the machine.
“Me? Can I?” Jiang Hanguang pointed to herself, wanting to go up but also a little worried.
“If Chengcheng can do it, why can’t you?”
“Ahem, Ying, could you please not drag me into your flirting?” protested Xie Chengcheng, an innocent bystander.
Cheng Ying shot her a look, then turned back to Jiang Hanguang with a smile. “Besides, you have me, don’t you?”
Under the brilliant sunlight, the straw hat cast a shadow on the alpha’s sharply defined face, yet it still couldn’t dim her light blue eyes.
Her long, narrow eyes crinkled as she smiled and extended her hand to her.
She sat on the roaring machine, her posture like a victorious general, but her face was as beautiful as a deity’s.
And she was her girlfriend.
Jiang Hanguang’s heartbeat lost its rhythm in an instant. She extended her hand almost instinctively.
Her hand was grasped by the alpha’s strong palm, and she was pulled up with ease.
The machine’s seat was spacious enough. Jiang Hanguang sat beside Cheng Ying, looking at the simple dashboard and the sturdy steering wheel, and once again fell into self-doubt.
She was always like this. Although she desired certain things in her heart, she always expected that she couldn’t have them.
Even when she did get them, she couldn’t help but doubt whether someone like her deserved to have such things.
Fortunately, the person beside her didn’t give her time to dwell on it, directly placing her hands on the steering wheel.
The alpha’s breath tickled her ear.
“Don’t be afraid. Drive it however you want. There won’t be any problems.”
There wouldn’t be any problems. Even if there were, Cheng Ying would help her solve them.
She was not alone.
The machine rumbled forward, the hot wind blowing through the hair under the brim of Jiang Hanguang’s hat.
She handled the steering wheel with ease, a delighted smile gracing her lips, as if she had returned to the farm of her childhood.
The time that had been cruelly snatched away from her at the age of eight had returned.
The difference was, she now had a protector by her side, one who was willing to fool around with her.
Jiang Hanguang leaned back slightly, resting against Cheng Ying’s shoulder.
But she didn’t smell that familiar woody scent.
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