Le Xu said as she walked out.
Xie Gantang glanced at the third floor, a flash of golden light in her eyes revealing two people sharing a bed in the bedroom.
Hmm...
Isn’t this progress a bit too fast?
So here’s the question—with Yuan Qiaoqiao being so aggressive, can Gu Wei still reclaim his masculine dignity?
Xie Gantang felt something was off, but since it was just a gender change, the fact that she was Liu Sisi’s husband shouldn’t have... changed, right?
This assumption was shattered three hours later.
Because Xie Gantang saw Yuan Qiaoqiao wake up early and start getting handsy with Le Xiaowei, her gaze utterly shameless, not a trace of human decency left.
Le Xiaowei was kissed awake.
"What are you doing?" Le Xiaowei looked up at Yuan Qiaoqiao, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and seriously considered kicking her.
Honestly, can’t even let a person sleep properly.
"I’m better now." Yuan Qiaoqiao lowered her eyes, studying Le Xiaowei’s flushed cheeks from lack of sleep.
Hearing this, Le Xiaowei instinctively pressed her forehead against Yuan Qiaoqiao’s to check her temperature.
She really had recovered instantly.
"You healed pretty fast," Le Xiaowei remarked, surprised.
Then she felt Yuan Qiaoqiao’s fingertips brush against her abdomen.
"So, can Sister have a baby now?"
Le Xiaowei: "..."
This wasn’t calling her "Sister"—this was outright not treating her like a human.
"Can’t happen," Le Xiaowei said flatly.
Her head rested on the pillow as she caught her breath, but Yuan Qiaoqiao leaned in closer, whispering into her ear.
"I’m not someone who cares about results. I prefer focusing on the process."
A flush of embarrassment crossed Le Xiaowei’s face. Damn it, what kind of indecent talk was this? And Yuan Qiaoqiao’s eyes held a look of absolute determination.
That gaze was too much to bear.
Le Xiaowei covered her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Do whatever you want."
"If you don’t want to watch, Sister, I have a solution."
Before Le Xiaowei could react, a soft cloth—where did Yuan Qiaoqiao even get this?—was tied over her eyes, plunging her vision into darkness.
Complete blackness. She couldn’t see a thing.
"You have a spatial ability too?" Le Xiaowei was stunned.
"Of course. My power is Devour. Absorb an energy core, and I gain its ability. I can even steal others’ powers."
Her voice was soft.
Le Xiaowei hadn’t expected such a broken ability.
Remembering Si’s advice, she gritted her teeth. Fine, if all it took was making Yuan Qiaoqiao happy, she was good at that.
After all, Yuan Qiaoqiao’s descent into darkness was because of her.
Le Xiaowei suddenly wrapped her arms around Yuan Qiaoqiao and kissed her.
Yuan Qiaoqiao hadn’t expected Sister to be so proactive. Did that mean Sister liked her too?
Pure joy flooded her heart.
The girl’s neck was slender and pale, like the delicate stem of a rose. Yuan Qiaoqiao couldn’t resist kissing it, her fingers tracing the cool curve of Le Xiaowei’s collarbone, leaving faint tremors in their wake.
Le Xiaowei didn’t dare move.
"Sister, your heartbeat is so fast." Yuan Qiaoqiao pressed closer to listen, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Her own cheeks were flushed too—after all, she was inexperienced, having only recently studied these things.
Le Xiaowei’s legs were straight and pale, making Yuan Qiaoqiao’s chest tighten.
She was nervous now.
Yuan Qiaoqiao buried her face against the softness, cautious and careful.
Thankfully, she pulled the curtains shut in time, easing some of the tension.
"Sister, do you really not regret this?" she murmured.
She couldn’t see Le Xiaowei’s eyes, only her fair, delicate jawline, fragile as a night-blooming flower—here one moment, gone the next.
She was terrified of losing Sister.
She didn’t know why she felt this way, but seeing Sister like this now, Yuan Qiaoqiao couldn’t hold back.
And so, she stopped being polite.
Le Xiaowei was already used to this sensation. Even with her face burning red, her whole body tingling with embarrassment, Yuan Qiaoqiao was still just a kid—it didn’t take long before it was over.
When she woke up, Le Xiaowei realized Yuan Qiaoqiao hadn’t left yet.
Damn it!
"Get your hand off me." Le Xiaowei’s face was scorching.
Even her master back then hadn’t gone this far.
"Xiaowei, are you awake? Come down for dinner." Le Xu’s voice came from outside the door.
Panicked, Le Xiaowei shoved Yuan Qiaoqiao’s hand away and shuffled toward the bathroom.
Ugh.
Now she had to shower.
She practically scrubbed herself blind, too mortified to look.
A young girl’s passion was simple and direct—like gnawing on a rib. Yuan Qiaoqiao pushed the door open, glanced at her, then blushed and hurried to wash her hands.
Watching the traces of blood rinse away under the water, Le Xiaowei leaned against the wall, her emotions indescribably tangled.
Whatever. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had blood on her hands before—just not like this.
Not a total loss.
Except Yuan Qiaoqiao had bitten her lip, refusing to let out any compromising sounds.
Hmph. Still her loss.
Next time, she’d sew her own mouth shut.
"Sister’s voice is so nice. I want to hear it again," Yuan Qiaoqiao suddenly said.
Le Xiaowei froze, then shot her a sidelong glare.
"Go die."
"No." Yuan Qiaoqiao pouted. "If I die, Sister won’t be able to have my baby."
Le Xiaowei: "..."
No words. Just hoping Qiaoqiao kicks the bucket soon.
When they came downstairs, Le Xu glanced at her sister’s legs.
"Did you fall earlier? You’re walking weird."
Xie Gantang’s eyes gleamed with understanding.
Well, well.
Didn’t expect that.
Gu Wei, you’ve fallen.
But given how many times Gu Wei had reincarnated, plus his fragile soul, most of his lives were probably spent as a delicate, pretty little thing.
Wonder if he ever married a man.
Xie Gantang smirked darkly at the thought.
Hearing her brother’s question, Le Xiaowei kicked the smug Yuan Qiaoqiao beside her.
"It’s nothing. Just tripped. No big deal," Le Xiaowei said flatly.
Yuan Qiaoqiao rubbed her sore leg.
Was Sister... throwing a tantrum?
She’d read plenty of novels, but too bad they weren’t in an ABO world—otherwise, Xiaowei could’ve carried her baby.
—Mini Lore Breakdown—
ABO World Setting: All humans are divided into six genders, each exhibiting traits of two sexes. Male and female are primarily distinguished by appearance. The three main categories are: Alpha, Beta, Omega.
Alphas are absolute leaders and dominators. Betas are average, making up the majority. Omegas, regardless of gender, are the weakest and exist solely for reproduction.
"If you’re fine, come eat. We’re having hotpot—I bought fresh veggies from the plantation."
"They’ve already developed cultivable soil?" Le Xiaowei was surprised.
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