Her Little Sweet Wine (Female A Omega O) ChatGPT

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

He Qian: "!"

She was just a newly adult Alpha, why did she have to endure such a deadly thing!

He Qian also revealed some wicked thoughts.

The school rules said Alphas couldn't harm Omegas, but it didn't say anything about not letting little Omegas get pregnant, right?

But as He Qian pondered, this thing wasn't written in the school rules because it was covered in the criminal law...

He Qian muttered under her breath, "Fool, you better thank the criminal law."

Xue Xingyi didn't know if he heard her or not. His body moved upward again, and the tips of his eyelashes brushed against her shoulder, like a soft brush casually sketching on paper.

He Qian's body did react in some way.

However, it happened that Xue Xingyi's neck rested on her shoulder. If she moved, there would be no support under his neck, and he would definitely wake up.

Xue Xingyi might not even remember that he had moved closer himself.

What if he woke up and saw himself being held by an Alpha, then became furious out of embarrassment?

Alphas would be in a sorry state, but the Omega would be blissfully ignorant, lying on He Qian's shoulder, and the cool, icy body slowly warmed up.

Soon, the medication started to take effect again.

Xue Xingyi transitioned from shallow sleep to a deeper slumber, his breathing became much calmer. He Qian gently called his name twice, but he didn't respond at all. That's when she finally had the chance to free herself.

He Qian propped herself up, dragging his delicate neck, and brought him back to her original position.

Problem solved.

Phew.

But now she couldn't fall asleep either.

He Qian was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She went to the balcony and stood there for a while.

The wind at four in the morning is the coldest of the day, even in summer, but He Qian didn't feel much, just a slight chill.

Luckily, it helped relieve her throbbing headache a bit.

However, she knew she couldn't leave here.

She thought he would seek help if he was in pain, but she had just seen him sweating profusely, only tossing and turning in bed. If she had slept outside, something might have happened.

And why did she suddenly think of the penal code?

He Qian self-reflected for a moment, completed her introspection, and quietly entered Xue Xingyi's room, turning on the small lamp on the desk.

She took a textbook from Xue Xingyi's school bag, planning to cram before the exam, even though she didn't really need it.

He Qian opened the textbook, and on the first page, there were elegant handwriting strokes by the big shot.

When writing the last letter of his own name, the big shot didn't make an upward stroke but pressed the little hook very low. The character '弋' was written very discreetly, just like his usual demeanor.

Holding a pencil, He Qian wrote his name below it as well.

As expected, the final stroke flew up high.

He Qian: "I need to practice my handwriting."

She had said this sentence eight hundred times, but she had never actually practiced.