Chapter 14

Creating Opportunities

From the outside, Ning Xuechu looked slender and tall, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long, elegant legs. Her figure could easily rival that of a professional model.

The loose white pajama top hung off her frame, revealing graceful shoulders and the smooth lines of her thighs without the slightest effort.

An angel’s pure face paired with a devil’s alluring body — that was the perfect description of Ning Xuechu right now.

Even as an Omega herself, who had met countless beautiful and outstanding Omegas, An Jianqing couldn’t help being a little dazzled.

It was rare to see an ordinary Omega radiate such an intoxicating kind of charm.

“Xuechu, even if the room is warm, you shouldn’t wear something so thin. Let me get you a jacket,” An Jianqing said gently, turning to fetch one.

Ning Xuechu frowned slightly, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She was beautiful — breathtaking, even — how could she not attract an Alpha?

Was it because she was only pretending to be an Omega?

But she had already injected Omega inhibitors, making her scent and presence indistinguishable from a real one. So why didn’t An Jianqing react at all?

Was her rank too low? Or… did An Jianqing simply see her as a child, someone she could never view with desire?

That last thought filled Ning Xuechu with frustration.

Her innocent, obedient persona had always been part of her disguise — it was what had lowered An Jianqing’s guard in the first place. But now, that same “pure and harmless” image had become an obstacle.

Dozens of thoughts ran through her mind in those few seconds.

When An Jianqing returned with the jacket, she smiled. “Xuechu, what’s wrong? Are you cold?”

Ning Xuechu shook her head, her wide eyes flickering with hesitation, as if she had something to say but didn’t dare.

“Xuechu, if there’s something you want, just tell me,” An Jianqing said with a soft smile, draping the jacket over her shoulders.

Just as her hand was about to withdraw, Ning Xuechu caught it. The feel of soft, freshly bathed skin sent a jolt through An Jianqing’s body.

Perhaps because of the bath, the faint scent of the Omega’s body wash lingered in the air — a fragrance she’d never paid attention to before, yet suddenly found impossibly pleasant.

“Sister,” Ning Xuechu murmured shyly, “one of my classmates recommended a horror movie. I want to watch it… but I’m too scared. Could you watch it with me?”

“Of course. I could use a bit of relaxation myself,” An Jianqing replied warmly and turned to set up the projector.

Her room had a large projection screen and mood lighting perfect for watching films.

Once everything was ready, the two of them sat together on the sofa, half a meter apart.

An Jianqing sat on the left, one hand resting on the armrest, her normally composed expression softened under the dim light.

Ning Xuechu sat on the right, her gaze sneaking toward An Jianqing as she mentally measured the distance between them — half a meter — and plotted exactly how to close it, naturally, at the right moment.

“The movie’s starting,” An Jianqing said gently. “If you get scared, you can come a little closer.”

Exactly what Ning Xuechu had wanted.

She blushed, moving slightly toward her sister’s side — not too close, just enough to seem shy and genuine.

The film began.

The eerie soundtrack filled the room, making it sound as though the whispering came from right beside their ears. In the dim light, the screen suddenly flashed a blood-covered face that screamed directly at the camera. The gusts of ghostly wind almost felt real.

Ning Xuechu frowned slightly but didn’t react otherwise.

Not bad, she thought. But not scary enough yet.

It was only the beginning. She would wait — patiently — for the right moment.

Ning Xuechu quietly turned her head and glanced at An Jianqing’s side.

She saw the woman leaning lazily against the sofa, her head tilted slightly, the graceful curves of her body outlined in the dim light.

That cool, beautiful face was half-hidden in shadow, carrying a mysterious and seductive allure.

Ning Xuechu hurriedly bit her lip, forcing her reason back into place.

She had actually been staring—at an Alpha, no less.

The movie was reaching its climax. The protagonist was being chased through a dark, eerie room by a monster, the tense background music heightening the dread.

The monster raised its claws, about to tear the protagonist apart. The protagonist let out a desperate, blood-curdling scream that pushed the atmosphere of terror to its peak.

Ning Xuechu judged that the time was right. She let out a matching scream, then closed her eyes and threw herself toward An Jianqing.

An Jianqing, unprepared, was caught off guard and suddenly found a soft body clinging tightly to her.

Looking down, she saw a frightened face, eyes squeezed shut. She spoke gently, “Xuechu, don’t be scared. It’s okay now.”

“Really?” Ning Xuechu’s small voice trembled as her eyelashes fluttered. She seemed to want to open her eyes, but didn’t dare.