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Ever since meeting Yu Zhiwan, this Omega had done many unexpected things, constantly challenging Pei Yujang's understanding. But holding the marriage certificate in her hands, with their names and a wedding photo on it, Pei Yujang couldn't recall when they had ever taken such a picture.

Did they take it while she was drunk, playing around with Yu Zhiwan?

She didn't think she'd ever done something so reckless.

Pei Yujang scrutinized the certificate and finally noticed something off—a small, inconspicuous logo on the back, indicating that it was one of those online joke certificates, usually made by fans who photoshop themselves with celebrities. Seeing Yu Zhiwan use it this way, Pei Yujang couldn't help but feel amused.

But knowing that her girlfriend had thought of her, she was still happy. She texted Yu Zhiwan, asking if she wanted to join her for a live stream.

Yu Zhiwan arrived after tidying herself up.

Recently, Yuetong had resolved the issue with Banana, gaining the upper hand in public relations, with product sales recovering. The next new product was steadily progressing. Pei Yujang had been busy during this time and hadn't streamed much, only maintaining her public account through posts. Today, after streaming for a while and mentioning Yuetong's new product, she began promoting Chen Lulu's upcoming movie.

The movie was scheduled for the golden summer season, a period with several good films that had moviegoers excited. Many had even gotten monthly passes for the cinema, planning to rewatch certain films two or three times during the summer.

The highest-rated film so far was an animated one. Although it was animated, the production was mature and sophisticated, aimed at adults with a refined art style and top-notch special effects. The investment paid off with excellent feedback.

While promoting Chen Lulu's movie, someone in the live chat recognized Pei Yujang as the beautiful woman who had attended Chen Lulu's offline birthday event and received flowers from her.

[Wait, I just realized that Yujang is the Tower Hero!]

[What's the Tower Hero?]

[The one who saved Chen Lulu from the tower! I ship it so hard, a hero and a superstar—does anyone know if they're dating?]

[Look at how Chen Lulu looked at Pei Yujang that day—I think there's something there.]

With her freshly minted girlfriend by her side, Pei Yujang couldn't let the audience think that way and quickly clarified:

"Chen Lulu and I are just friends. I'm promoting this movie because I'm genuinely interested in the genre. It's about the struggle for survival and the purity of friendship between women in a post-apocalyptic world. I found it intriguing after watching the long trailer, and I'm really looking forward to it."

"Oh, by the way," Pei Yujang immediately gestured to Yu Zhiwan, who was, as usual, sitting behind her. She pulled the wheelchair closer, signaling her to come forward so the audience could see her. "We came to Xiangcheng to treat her eyes, and Zhiwan's vision has recovered. We didn't mention it earlier because she was still in recovery."

Yu Zhiwan smiled warmly and greeted the viewers.

She didn't talk much, leaving most of the conversation to Pei Yujang. Occasionally, she would chime in, and the natural intimacy between them kept the viewers engaged, maintaining high viewership.

Yu Zhiwan's almond-shaped eyes were lively, and many viewers had lamented that it was a shame she was blind. Now, hearing that she had regained her sight, they were all happy for her and sent their blessings.

Someone in the chat mentioned:

[Did you hear? Green Lemon's account got banned for three months!]

Pei Yujang: "Why?" Her first thought was that she hadn't reported him, so Green Lemon's fans couldn't blame her.

[He was caught doing some borderline inappropriate stuff in his stream during a PK to get higher rankings. The moderators were cracking down, and he got caught, haha, serves him right!]

[He started a new account, selling stuff in a proper stream, but no one cares. He barely sells anything—probably just his friends helping him out.]

Pei Yujang wasn't interested in Green Lemon, but she still bluntly said, "Serves him right." She hadn't forgotten how that Omega kept pestering her and challenging her to PK.

However, Pei Yujang ended the stream early this time. She had thought several times about mentioning her relationship with Yu Zhiwan but felt too shy and unsure of how to bring it up.

After the brief stream, Pei Yujang went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of red wine, asking Yu Zhiwan if she could handle a drink of this strength. She remembered that Yu Zhiwan didn't have a strong tolerance—only to have the glass snatched away from her.

"The alcohol content is low; of course, I can drink it."

Yu Zhiwan took the initiative to fill two wine glasses. The crimson liquid shimmered in the transparent glasses, swaying with their movements. The Omega raised her glass with her delicate hand, the shimmering wine reflecting off her features. She took a small sip, tilting her head back.

The warm night breeze brushed against the Omega's cheeks. Pei Yujang drank a sip, the cool wine slipping down her throat, igniting a strange heat within her. She turned to look at Yu Zhiwan, who even in the act of drinking, looked elegant and refined, from her slender arms to her graceful swan-like neck, her entire presence exuding grace. Her eyes, seemingly infused with moonlight, were clear and bright.

But what she said next was unexpected. Despite only having had a little wine, she tilted her head and asked naturally:

"Pei Yujang, have you thought about marriage?"

Pei Yujang was momentarily speechless, rubbing her warm ears. "But…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed something shift in the way she saw Yu Zhiwan. The typically gentle and composed Omega suddenly stood up and grabbed her collar, her delicate features now bathed in the cold moonlight from the balcony, looking sharp and intimidating.

"Are you really incapable, or are you just looking for an excuse to shirk responsibility?"

At that moment, a voice that hadn't appeared in a while suddenly echoed in her mind: "The female protagonist's corruption level is rapidly increasing, 98%, 99%..."

Her heart pounded like a drum, her nerves a mix of tension and helplessness. Left with no other choice, Pei Yujang closed her eyes and kissed her, proving herself through action.

The wine glass fell to the floor with a clatter.

In the haze of the moment, Pei Yujang felt like she was in a dream.

Yu Zhiwan had been so assertive and fierce just now—Pei Yujang had never seen her like that before. Nor had she ever seen Yu Zhiwan, who now, under her own advances, gradually softened, melting into her arms like water.

Pei Yujang's kisses were urgent, driven by instincts long suppressed, now all unleashed. The desire to conquer, long dormant, had finally been ignited by Yu Zhiwan's relentless provocations. The Omega was held tightly in her arms, unable to move.

It was summer, and both were dressed lightly. Accidental touches became intentional as Pei Yujang's bottled-up tenderness poured out. She was half-shy, half-nervous, but she kept her eyes open, watching for Yu Zhiwan's reactions.

Yu Zhiwan had closed her eyes.

Though she talked a big game, in reality, she was as inexperienced as Pei Yujang. Opening her eyes would make her shy, so she kept them closed, her other senses heightened by the darkness, making every touch more pronounced.

A warm, wet sensation traveled down her collarbone as cool air unwrapped her body, each touch sending a wave of heat through her. Yu Zhiwan felt like her entire body was on fire, her cells screaming with excitement, yet her legs couldn't hold steady. Pei Yujang had pushed the wheelchair aside.

"Don't be afraid."

Pei Yujang's breath was right by her ear as a slender yet strong arm wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the cool balcony wall.

With something to lean on, Yu Zhiwan could stand. The gland at the back of her neck touched the cold tiles, sending ripples of chill through her.

In her daze, Pei Yujang caught a whiff of that enchanting Omega pheromone.

Her teeth itched.

Though she had transformed from an Alpha into a Beta, the residual instincts remained, but she no longer had the sharp fangs to pierce a gland or the pheromones stored within.

She could feel the Omega instinctively searching for her scent, only to catch faint traces of the white tea perfume she usually wore. As the wind blew, their hair intertwined. Pei Yujang didn't bother to separate it, letting the Omega's slender fingers brush back the strands, wiping away the sweat from her forehead and gently tucking the hair behind her ear.

Later, Yu Zhiwan covered Pei Yujang's eyes, letting her experience what it felt like to be blind. In the darkness, every other sense seemed to sharpen, and the smell of red wine filled the air as cold liquid was poured over her, trickling down her hair and collarbone.

Pei Yujang's voice was sweet as honey as she gently asked how Yu Zhiwan felt, but the Omega, with her head tilted back, could no longer speak.

She raised her head, leaning against the veiled balcony, looking out at the starry sky. The stars shimmered on the hazy canvas, and the moonlight that seeped through trembled.

During these moments, Pei Yujang realized more than once just how deeply she liked Yu Zhiwan.

Her affection was cautious, carefully tucked away, never noticed by anyone else, so she savored it in secret.

But it was like a squirrel carefully hoarding an acorn for winter, only to have that little acorn taken out one day and, in return, given a room full of acorns to share.

Joy shattered her caution, making her bolder. The rose-scented pheromones that the Omega released wrapped around her heart like soft silk, and since Pei Yujang couldn't share her own pheromones, she could only bite Yu Zhiwan's gland gently, savoring the rich scent. Holding her tightly, she offered a more secure response.

The wind outside caused the curtains to flutter more violently, brushing against her shoulder. Only then did Pei Yujang realize how cold it was.

It had started to rain outside, the summer rain pouring down like water, soaking her fingers.