When they finally reached the restroom, Jiang Yi realized an awkward situation had arisen. Jiang Sixian couldn’t stand steadily and had to cling to her, slowly shuffling toward the toilet. The problem was, before Jiang Sixian could sit down, she needed to pull down her pants first.
Jiang Yi had no choice but to grip Jiang Sixian’s arms with both hands, lifting her up to stand on one foot so she could remove her pants herself. Holding Jiang Sixian steady, Jiang Yi stared blankly at the ceiling and said expressionlessly, “Go ahead.”
Jiang Sixian was equally embarrassed, her entire face burning red. Leaning against Jiang Yi’s chest, she fumbled clumsily with her pants, but the more flustered she became, the harder it was to undress. Combined with her unsteady balance, she ended up collapsing entirely into Jiang Yi’s arms.
The impact sent Jiang Yi stumbling backward a step. She quickly wrapped an arm around Jiang Sixian’s waist to steady her.
Jiang Sixian’s ears were so red they seemed about to bleed. She buried her face against Jiang Yi’s shoulder and mumbled an apology, “Sorry…”
Her breath brushed against Jiang Yi’s shoulder like a gust against her heart, making Jiang Yi’s head buzz uncontrollably.
Supporting her, Jiang Yi inwardly lamented that she’d really brought this trouble upon herself. Yet she couldn’t help glancing down at Jiang Sixian in her arms and asking, “Do you need help?”
Jiang Sixian didn’t answer directly. Instead, she took Jiang Yi’s right hand and guided it to her waist, whispering softly, “Thank you.”
Jiang Yi immediately understood. Sighing, she used both hands to help Jiang Sixian pull down her pants, then assisted her onto the toilet seat before saying flatly, “Hurry up. I’ll wait outside.” With that, she turned and left the restroom, gently closing the door behind her.
On the other side of the door, Jiang Sixian sat on the toilet, covering her face with both hands, feeling unbearably hot. She couldn’t suppress the memory of last night’s dream—a strikingly similar scene where she’d guided Jiang Yi’s hands to explore indescribable places, her moans more wanton than any Omega’s.
Jiang Sixian cupped her burning cheeks and let out a soft sigh, so overwhelmed with shame she nearly cried.
She remained seated for a long while. Already in the throes of her heat cycle, she gradually lost control of her pheromones, and her scent began seeping under the door.
Standing outside, Jiang Yi quickly noticed. Startled, she knocked on the door and asked, “Jiang Sixian, are you okay?”
Jiang Sixian, still cleaning herself, replied muffled, “I’m fine.”
Jiang Yi pressed further, “Shouldn’t you take your suppressants? Are they still in your bag?”
Jiang Sixian flushed the toilet and struggled to stand, pulling up her pants with one hand as she answered, mortified, “Mm. Help me out… I can do it myself.”
Realizing she was finished, Jiang Yi hurried back in. She supported Jiang Sixian to the sink to wash her hands, then helped her return to bed.
By the time they reached the bed, Jiang Sixian’s entire face was flushed crimson. Her still-youthful features were painted with an alluring pink, like a freshly blushing apple—tender, delicate, and utterly endearing.
Jiang Yi, who was rummaging for the suppressants, couldn’t resist glancing at her. Jiang Sixian sat curled up on the bed, one leg bent, arms wrapped around herself, resting her head on her arms as she gazed at Jiang Yi with watery eyes.
Seeing her pitiful expression, Jiang Yi’s heart softened. Once she found the suppressants, she quickly unwrapped them and handed them over.
Biting her lip, Jiang Sixian injected the suppressants, her delicate brows furrowing as a tear escaped the corner of her eye.
Watching this, Jiang Yi felt a pang of sympathy and blurted out, “Being an Omega… really isn’t easy.” Before adulthood, they couldn’t control their pheromones, tormented by desire. Despite strict legal protections, it was still difficult to ensure safety during heats or resist biological urges.
Even after adulthood, without an alpha willing to mark them, they’d rely on suppressants monthly. Though temporary alpha pheromone injections could provide security, heats remained agonizing.
Few would willingly choose to be Omegas if given the choice. Even in this era of relative gender equality and strict laws, this remained true.
Jiang Yi sighed inwardly. At least Jiang Sixian lived in peaceful times with advanced technology. Had she been born centuries earlier in this world, life as an Omega would’ve been far crueler—certainly not the wealthy Omega who could afford to keep an alpha lover.
Hearing Jiang Yi’s remark, Jiang Sixian turned her tearful gaze toward her. This time, she didn’t see fear or disgust in Jiang Yi’s eyes, but an indescribable tenderness.
Something stirred in Jiang Sixian’s heart. Perhaps Jiang Yi didn’t dislike her as much as she thought. Setting aside the used suppressant, she leaned back against the bed and studied Jiang Yi, hesitating before finally asking, “So… do you still hate me now?”
The question instantly snapped Jiang Yi out of her melancholy. She took a step back and said earnestly, “I told you, I don’t hate you. I just… you know…”
Looking down at Jiang Sixian, she added, “Today, I’m only tolerating… being near you… for Auntie Ning’s sake.”
Jiang Sixian gazed up at her, eyes shimmering with unreadable emotions. “Is being with me really that unbearable?”
Truthfully, it wasn’t. If not for the fear of death, Jiang Yi might have even enjoyed it. After all, Jiang Sixian was soft, fragrant, and delightful to hold—Jiang Yi found it hard to resist.
Of course, she’d never admit this. Instead, she lied through her teeth, “It’s… manageable. Lately, I’ve been thinking of you as my sister. That makes it… slightly more bearable.”
Feeling the need to reinforce the “we’re sisters, no early romance” narrative, Jiang Yi looked at her seriously and said, “We’ve lived together for over a month now. And for at least the next two years—until I’m an adult—we’ll be sisters under the same roof.”
“My mom really likes Auntie Ning, and I do too… Dwelling on past issues isn’t good for my mental health or development. So… Jiang Sixian, I’ll try my best to see you as my sister…”
She paused, then added, “I won’t let our mothers worry about our relationship.”
Jiang Sixian froze, then lowered her head with a quiet, “Mm.” Only now did she fully grasp how complicated their connection was. If Jiang Qionghua and Ning Wenying married, she and Jiang Yi would legally become sisters.
This wasn’t a relationship Jiang Sixian wanted—in fact, she felt a strange resistance to it. For some reason, rebellious thoughts began surfacing.
For a fleeting moment, she even caught herself wishing Jiang Yi would present as an alpha.
Due to her injured foot, Jiang Sixian couldn’t participate in the remaining competitions or the sports festival’s closing ceremony.
The third evening of the festival featured the school’s important cultural performance night, where parents were invited to watch student performances.
Jiang Sixian had originally been scheduled to perform a violin piece, but her injury led to its cancellation.
With Jiang Sixian absent, Ning Wenying naturally wouldn’t attend either. Jiang Yi initially saw no point in attending such events, but Jiang Qionghua insisted on bonding time. That evening, Jiang Yi reluctantly went to school and sat with Jiang Qionghua to watch the performances.
Class B had been selected to perform a theatrical adaptation of Romeo and Juliet, with Chen Wanzhou as Romeo and Jin Duolai as Juliet.
Their acting was decent, and the tragic ending moved many audience members to tears.
After the play ended, the class monitor sitting beside Jiang Yi sighed regretfully, “Ah, Wanzhou did well, but she lacked Romeo’s roguish charm. Jiang Yi, it’s such a shame you didn’t take the role.”
Jiang Yi was baffled. “Which version of Romeo and Juliet are you watching where Romeo is some rogue? Why is it a shame I didn’t act?”
The monitor argued passionately, “Next year we’re doing Phantom of the Opera—there won’t be any roles suited for you then! Someone as remarkable as you should’ve made a grand appearance at the school festival! What a waste!”
Jiang Yi ignored the monitor’s dramatics and replied dismissively, “Well, thank you for your concern!”
Jiang Qionghua, overhearing their conversation, turned to Jiang Yi curiously. “Xiao Yi, you had a chance to play Romeo? Why didn’t you? Youth is about trying everything!”
Jiang Yi deadpanned, “Have you ever seen Romeo in a cast?” At the time, her arm was still immobilized—how could she have rehearsed?
Jiang Qionghua nodded understandingly, then asked, “Would you do it next year if you could? Your mother mentioned you once played Snow White—I’d love to see that. You’ll be a senior next year; youth slips away so quickly.”
Jiang Yi sighed. “Did she also tell you I played the Huntsman in Snow White? Forget it. ‘Youth’ is just a synonym for ‘trouble.'”
She had no interest in being remarkable—she just wanted to laze around.
Jiang Qionghua muttered, “The Huntsman is a good role too. I’ve never seen my own child perform on stage…”
Jiang Yi brushed her off. “Too bad your child has outgrown performing. Wait for Jiang Sixian next year. Isn’t Auntie Ning your girlfriend? Doesn’t that make Jiang Sixian practically your child too? Same difference.”
Jiang Qionghua grumbled, “It’s not the same. I’ve watched Sixian perform since she was little—I’ve never seen yours.”
Jiang Yi pretended not to hear as the next performance was announced: Qin Miaomiao’s piano recital.
Soon, Qin Miaomiao appeared on stage in a white gown, poised elegantly at the piano to perform Moonlight Sonata.
Inspired, Jiang Yi took out her phone and recorded a clip of the performance, sending it to Jiang Sixian in the hospital with a caption: Well, Sixian-jie, doesn’t your Miaomiao look beautiful today?
In her hospital bed, Jiang Sixian stared at the words “Sixian-jie,” a peculiar emotion stirring in her chest. Seeing “Miaomiao” only made her bite her lip harder.
After a long pause, she replied: She’s beautiful. So?
Jiang Yi found her utterly hopeless and added exasperatedly: Doesn’t this give you any fluttery first-love feelings?
Qin Miaomiao likes you! Likes you! Jiang Sixian, you blockheaded straight girl, don’t you understand you need some teenage romance?
In her hospital room, Jiang Sixian clutched her phone, her gaze dimming as she read the message.
Finally, she gathered her courage and typed: So you’re saying… you like Miaomiao?
Jiang Yi had no idea how she’d reached that conclusion. Annoyed, she quickly replied: No, I don’t like girls. I just wanted to say she looked especially beautiful playing piano tonight.
Jiang Sixian stared at the message pensively. Doesn’t like girls… Jiang Yi had mentioned that before. At least she didn’t like Qin Miaomiao…
After a long hesitation, Jiang Sixian typed: I can play piano too.
Jiang Yi was baffled. What did that have to do with anything?
Finding the response nonsensical, Jiang Yi put her phone away. Soon, it vibrated—a notification that “‘Annoying Fairy’ patted you.”
Opening the chat, she saw Jiang Sixian had sent a video.
In it, Jiang Sixian wore a black-and-white evening gown, performing a piano piece in a grand hall. Admittedly, she looked stunning.
Jiang Yi impulsively saved the video. Realizing how odd this was, she replied: You’re pretty narcissistic, sending me videos of yourself.
Jiang Sixian pursed her lips and responded: Your sister thought you might want to see.
Jiang Yi’s eyes nearly bulged at the word “sister.” Her hand jerked, sending a single-character reply: Fuck! (Just an expression of virtue)
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