The Perfect Heroine wants to Possess me {English Translation}

Chapter 3

Ji Xiao's throat constricted, the sensation of her skin brushing against the scissor's blade felt palpable, as if it might cut into her any moment.

Wei Qingyu regarded her with an air of superiority, eyes filled with both vigilance and resentment.

The intimate proximity of their skin didn't evoke the typical Alpha-Omega ambiguity; instead, it seemed to radiate a frigidness that seeped into her cold green eyes.

"We... need to talk." Ji Xiao's voice quivered, attempting to keep her neck still to prevent the blade from nicking her skin. Her heart raced in her chest.

Why had she chosen to sleep so near the headboard last night, sprawling across the middle of the bed like a magpie's nest?

"I have no interest in conversing with you," Wei Qingyu's voice dripped with gloom.

Unbeknownst to Wei Qingyu, Ji Xiao pondered over what had occurred last night. She didn't recall when she had lost control or what she might have done to Wei Qingyu in her delirium. Yet, she was startled to discover that she awoke to a comfortable, cool environment with Wei Qingyu still asleep beside her.

This wasn't a favorable turn of events.

Wei Qingyu, too, was bewildered by the fact that she awoke to a relatively pleasant atmosphere after her fever-induced delirium. It was perplexing to her. She had no recollection of Ji Xiao's actions while in her stupor, but waking up in such a setting was unexpected.

She wasn't pleased.

Aware that Ji Xiao's hand still clung to her wrist, the cool breeze from the central air conditioning did nothing to diminish the peculiar intimacy between them.

Wei Qingyu found it repulsive. With a swift, disdainful motion, she withdrew her hand from Ji Xiao's grip.

However, Ji Xiao, who had always been pampered, frowned at Wei Qingyu's action, showing signs of stirring.

Wei Qingyu didn't have the luxury to dwell on it; she had her own intentions.

She maneuvered swiftly, pressing Ji Xiao beneath her. Given Ji Xiao's current condition, she posed no threat.

In Wei Qingyu's mind, she had avenged the torments she had endured in recent days.

With a firm determination, Wei Qingyu applied greater pressure with the scissors.

A hiss of pain escaped Ji Xiao's lips as the blade faintly marked her delicate skin, eliciting a sharp inhale.

Desperation welled up within Ji Xiao, compelling her to lift her hands and speak with earnestness, "What if I told you that I did no inappropriate actions last night?"

"What?" Wei Qingyu's skepticism was evident, her expectation of Ji Xiao's deceptions prevalent.

Ji Xiao comprehended Wei Qingyu's doubts and, mindful of the Omega's behavior during fever periods, hastily explained, "I didn't mark you, nor did I engage in any indecent conduct."

Wei Qingyu remained unyielding. Trusting Ji Xiao was a risky endeavor; she had been deceived on countless occasions.

Sensing Wei Qingyu's skepticism, Ji Xiao persisted, "If you doubt my words, you can verify for yourself."

Wei Qingyu's gaze bore into Ji Xiao's eyes. Remarkably, she detected an unusual sincerity within the golden-orange pupils—absent was the cunning that usually made her nauseous.

Slightly intrigued, Wei Qingyu loosened the pressure on Ji Xiao's wrist, her fingers tracing the back of her own neck.

The skin remained unblemished, smooth beneath her touch.