First World-7

Gu Yangjin's omega glands looked like delicate pink peaches, bitten and bruised, glistening with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. The skin was broken in several spots, and the rich "peach juice"—her pheromones—flowed out in thin, gleaming trails. The sight alone was enough to stir something dangerously primal.

Qiao Zhi Zhi lowered her head and remained silent, her breath hot and ragged against the woman's sticky, flushed neck.

The scent of Gu Yangjin's marked pheromones entwined too perfectly with her own. Their auras pulled at each other with a force that made every inhale feel like drowning in desire. Their heartbeats echoed in sync, erratic and scorching, branding their bodies with every pulse—painful, thrilling, and numb all at once.

Her arms tightened around Gu Yangjin's waist from behind, her breaths coming in heavy gasps as the fire in her blood reignited with frightening ease.

Qiao Zhi couldn't help but recall their first lives together. Gu Yangjin had been like a flawless white scroll, and she—Ah Zhi—had lost herself, as if possessed. She had drawn wild blossoms in red upon that pristine canvas with reckless abandon. When she came to her senses, the painting was already complete: a riot of scarlet plum blossoms blooming madly across snowy silk. The image struck her straight in the chest, beautiful and jarring all at once.

In the eyes of the world, Gu Yangjin was a film queen who rose to fame with her roles in historical costume dramas. On screen, she was elegance incarnate—a gentle and noble beauty straight out of ancient poetry, exuding a timeless grace that stood out in a world saturated with shallow performances. And it seems that this world really is similar to the world they had lived before, almost like a parallel of that.

But behind the curtain, when she stood before the one she loved… she transformed completely.

Passionate. Unrestrained.

She would roll around with Ah Zhi, laughing, tangled in sheets, her delicate feet kicking freely in the air.

That contrast—between the dignified goddess admired by all, and the warm, wildly affectionate lover only Qiao Zhi knew—made Qiao Zhi's heart clench even harder.

She wanted to treasure her. To protect her.

Qiao Zhi's arm gradually tightened around her waist, the other hand rising to gently support Gu Yangjin's flushed cheek, shielding it from pressing against the wall.

At that moment, Gu Yangjin was kneeling limply on the bed, her entire body trembling with heat and softness. Only her hands and forehead braced against the wall for balance. Half of her flushed face was nestled in Qiao Zhi's palm. Her breath came out warm and uneven as she tilted her head slightly, rubbing her cheek against that hand like a kitten and peeking up with misty eyes and a small, dazed smile.

"Ah Zhi… just a little more, please… please…"

Her voice was like silk, delicate and teasing, filled with sweet seduction. As she swayed her hips back deliberately, Qiao Zhi's mind went completely blank. She leaned in slowly and kissed her lips, and the instant their mouths touched, a soft flush spread across her face.

Moving forward with gentle urgency, she never let go of Gu Yangjin's face, shielding it from hitting the wall. That soft, thoughtful kiss and careful touch melted Gu Yangjin's heart in an instant.

"Ah Zhi…"

"Ah Zhi…"

She kept whispering her name, her voice trembling between kisses, sweet and pleading. Her slender fingers scratched lightly at the wall, while her lips brushed Qiao Zhi's back, warm breaths tickling her skin.

"I really like you like this," she murmured between shallow breaths. "It feels better this way…"

Compared to tonight… Gu Yangjin thought briefly of Qiao Zhi's sweet and obedient look, and couldn't help but praise herself in her heart for choosing this innocent soul.

No wonder people say you should try living together before marriage. If it had been someone else tonight, she might have run away in frustration.

But somehow, even Qiao Zhi's inexperience made her heart flutter. It made her want to stay and nurture her, to guide her with patience. And if Qiao Zhi really didn't know what to do… well, she'd just teach her slowly, every step of the way.

That thought alone made Gu Yangjin smile even brighter.

She leaned in playfully and stuck out her tongue, teasing. Qiao Zhi blinked, stunned for a second before her face turned scarlet. Still, she leaned down and kissed her shyly, carefully following her lead, exploring her mouth with hesitation and growing desire.

Their tongues brushed, delicate and warm, and the sensation made her entire body feel like it was burning—every nerve lit up from her scalp to her toes. Her mind swam, but her body kept moving forward, drawn to the woman like a tide pulled by the moon.

Gu Yangjin whimpered softly, encouraging her, and her omega pheromones spiked again, drawing out another surge from Qiao Zhi in response. The syringe hummed faintly as it filled, and Qiao Zhi reached behind, trembling, her fingers clumsy and unsure. Gu Yangjin chuckled lowly, burying her face into Qiao Zhi's palm again, hiding her laughter with fluttering lashes.

Mortified and overwhelmed, Qiao Zhi's hands trembled as she reached down to support her. But Gu Yangjin gently took her hand, placing it over her warm, soft belly. Her voice was soft and teasing:

"Thank you for the treat."

Blushing hard, Qiao Zhi eased her down, letting her lie comfortably, then quickly removed the syringe and shoved it aside without looking at the still-glowing liquid within. She lay beside her, wiping the sweat from her forehead, trying to steady her breath.

But just as she began to calm down, Gu Yangjin rolled over and tugged Qiao Zhi's arm around her waist, snuggling into her chest.

"Ah Zhi… will you marry me?" she asked softly.

She looked up, licking the corners of her lips, still wet with kisses. Tears lingered in her eyes, making them glisten, but the look she gave was utterly sincere.

Qiao Zhi nodded without hesitation. There was no doubt in her heart.

Gu Yangjin smiled, her cheeks tinged with pink, her long black hair messy and cascading over her bare shoulders. She was so beautiful in that moment, it made Qiao Zhi's heart flutter.

Then, she leaned in and gently bit Qiao Zhi's throat, nipping her before licking the spot softly like a playful kitten.

Qiao Zhi narrowed her eyes, wrapping her arm around her neck in response—but when her fingers brushed the back of her neck, she felt a sticky warmth. Her heart skipped, and she swallowed hard, breath catching again.

Then, Gu Yangjin's voice came, low and dreamy.

"I really love children, Ah Zhi… do you like them too?"

"Our babies will be so beautiful…"

"I wonder how many I could have…" She gently rubbed her still-flat belly and smiled with crescent eyes, her tone light and hopeful. "Maybe I'll quit acting for good and just stay home to cook for you, and have pretty babies…"

"Would that be okay?"

Her voice was full of longing, innocent and sincere. Qiao Zhi didn't have the heart to refuse.

"Okay." Qiao Zhi said gently as she stared at Gu Yangjin with her eyes full of love and longing.

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