VBNWDW - Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Thud, thud—

A fallen autumn leaf, lifted by the wind, slapped hard against the glass window, and the sunlight followed it inside.

It was a spacious room with wooden floors, very similar to a dance studio. Three of its walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, allowing the person inside to see themselves from any angle. The only difference from a dance studio was that the single bar on the side was replaced by a set of waist-high parallel bars, with a gap in the middle just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Before one could ponder the purpose of this equipment, their gaze shifted to the side.

A woman with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a gray tracksuit, was propped up by a walker, her hands tightly gripping the silver metal tubes. She was struggling to lift her weak legs, trying her best to land them steadily.

An action so simple for an ordinary person seemed incredibly arduous for her. Just a few short steps had already caused a thin layer of sweat to form on her brow.

The charming woman beside her didn't rush her, waiting patiently by her side, keeping her within a protective circle to prevent any accidents.

Xi Zhoulu took a deep breath and lifted her foot once more.

Although she had been practicing for some time, her progress was slow. To this day, she still couldn't train on her own.

She couldn't be blamed. She had been unable to stand independently since childhood and had lived in a wheelchair for over a decade. To put it bleakly, Xi Zhoulu had almost forgotten what it felt like to walk freely. She was even less steady than a toddler just learning to walk; every step felt like she was falling, only to be forcefully propped back up.

The arch of her foot landed carefully, but the feeling of powerlessness was frustrating, making it difficult to continue.

Luo Yueqing reached out and covered the back of her hand, her knuckles slightly bent, transferring her cool warmth.

"Slowly," Luo Yueqing soothed in a soft voice. With her other hand, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind Xi Zhoulu's ear and added, "What's the rush?"

Xi Zhoulu glanced up at her, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, lashing out in a rare display of displaced anger.

But Luo Yueqing didn't get angry. She wrapped an arm around the other's waist, pulling her slightly into her embrace so she could lean on her to rest, then coaxed, "Let's take a break then."

Ever since they heard about the possibility of Xi Zhoulu standing again before the new year, the two had been busy with it. The surgery was completed two months ago, followed by endless training, but even now, the outlook still felt bleak.

In truth, her situation was already considered quite good. After all, she had been injured for a very long time. If not for the Xi family's wealth and the dedicated rehabilitation team that had always cared for her, Xi Zhoulu wouldn't have been a suitable candidate for this technology, even if it existed. But even so, her recovery period was much more difficult than that of other patients from the same period.

"A little longer," Xi Zhoulu said, sulking. She actively turned away, moving out of Luo Yueqing's supportive hold.

The veins on the hand gripping the walker bulged, and her bent knuckles turned white from the sheer force she was exerting.

Luo Yueqing's hand, which had been pushed away, paused for a moment. She softened her tone and said obediently, "Alright, a little longer then."

Back at the hospital, Luo Yueqing had seen many patients like Xi Zhoulu. Although she could never truly empathize, watching them cry tears of joy after finally managing to stand, the excitement in every step they took—even a stranger could feel their elation.

So, even though Xi Zhoulu usually put on a calm and composed facade, Luo Yueqing could understand the anxiety in her heart and, even more so, her frustration at this moment.

The walker was pushed forward again, its legs tapping against the floor. Thud, thud.

Beneath the loose gray pants, her slender legs trembled. The sweat on her forehead gathered, eventually dripping down.

But sometimes, effort doesn't determine everything. With a sudden strain, Xi Zhoulu's arms gave out. Her elbows buckled, her hands slipped from the grips, and her already weak legs gave way, causing her to stumble sideways.

Luo Yueqing, who had been watching her every move, stepped forward in an instant and caught her in her arms.

The embrace she had just struggled to escape, she now fell back into of her own accord.

Xi Zhoulu's lips twitched. Overwhelmed with frustration, a rebellious impulse flared up, and she struggled forcefully.

But in her exhausted state, how could she be a match for an Alpha? Not only did she fail to break free, but she was held even tighter.

"Rest for a bit first," Luo Yueqing said directly.

"I don't…" Before Xi Zhoulu could finish her sentence, she was lifted into a bridal carry. She instinctively raised her arms and hooked them around the other's neck.

To make it easier for Xi Zhoulu to walk, the training room built in their home had no other furniture. So, to rest, they could only walk to the side and sit on the floor, leaning back against the mirrored wall.

Luo Yueqing didn't put her down completely, instead placing her horizontally across her lap, serving as a soft cushion.

"What is there to be angry about?" she murmured, leaning her head down close to the other's. Her deliberately lowered voice was gentle, an attempt to console her.

Xi Zhoulu turned her head away without answering, burying her face in the crook of the other's neck and shoulder, uncharacteristically throwing a childish tantrum.

Her fluttering eyelashes brushed against the sensitive skin of Luo Yueqing's neck. Luo Yueqing felt a smile coming on but had to suppress it, whispering coaxingly, "Which floorboard is blocking our President Xi from walking? I'll go pry them all up later and give them a good thrashing, how about that?"

Her usual winding, melodious tone, even when comforting someone, was inexplicably seductive. The upward lilt at the end of her sentence was like a cat's tail brushing against an ankle, sending a shiver through one's body.

But a pleasant voice didn't mean her words were sensible. She hadn't even learned to walk yet, so how could they pry up the floorboards?

And where would she train after they were pried up?

She sure knew how to talk.

Xi Zhoulu wanted to respond, but the suppressed bitterness took the opportunity to surge up. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

An Alpha has a special perception of the emotions of the Omega they have marked. Before, Luo Yueqing would have immediately used her mental power to soothe her, stabilizing Xi Zhoulu's crumbling emotions. But at this moment, she only tightened her arms, holding the other woman closer.

The person in her arms was extremely light. She had been underweight to begin with, and no matter how hard they tried, it was difficult to add even a little. Then, due to the anxiety and training of these past days, her weight had dropped even more. Holding her now, she felt so light it made one's heart tremble.

The breath on her neck grew hot, carrying a damp saltiness. Though Xi Zhoulu tried to hold it in, the two were too close, so close that there was no room for pretense.

In all their years together, aside from that, this was the first time Luo Yueqing had seen her cry over anything else.

To see hope right in front of her, yet be unable to grasp it—even the strongest person would begin to doubt themselves after being tormented like this for months.

Luo Yueqing gently patted the other's back. Beneath the thin fabric, her spine was sharp and slender, and she could almost feel the curve of her ribs. Each vertebra protruded, pushing against the cloth.

Even Luo Yueqing sometimes couldn't help but want to tell Xi Zhoulu to give up.

This was simply too agonizing.

A stream of tears fell onto her neck, unintentionally soaking the blocker patch covering the gland there.

Luo Yueqing tilted her head back slightly to avoid it, but Xi Zhoulu, misunderstanding, pressed even closer, not wanting the other to see her in this state.

Crying out of frustration while stubbornly trying to save face—she was, after all, the person everyone called President Xi, a figure synonymous with success. It was truly difficult to completely let go of her pride.

Her dark hair tangled with strands of pink, and their clothes rubbed together. The mirror opposite them was polished to a brilliant shine, clearly reflecting their image.

Luo Yueqing pulled her gaze away from the reflection. She wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say.

Xi Zhoulu cried silently, letting out a sob or two when she couldn't hold it back, and then started crying again. Unlike others who cry to get a treat, hers was just a release after breaking down. It was as if she could stand up and continue forward after she was done crying. It was strangely heart-wrenching.

Luo Yueqing lowered her head, her red lips pressing against the other's hair, kissing it again and again. In the end, all she could say was, "Let me rub your legs for you."

This was also part of the rehabilitation training. At first, they needed someone else to help, but later, Luo Yueqing specifically hired someone to teach her and took over the task herself. What kind of Alpha would watch someone else touch their Omega's legs all day?

For those few days, Luo Yueqing was practically drowning in jealousy.

At first, she had trouble getting the pressure right, but now she was quite skilled. She cupped a thigh with the web of her hand and worked her way down, slowly kneading the tense muscles.

Xi Zhoulu would let out an occasional hum, then continue to cry, finally releasing all her pent-up emotions.

The blocker patch on her neck was completely soaked through, revealing a trace of rose scent mixed with sweet wine. It drifted out faintly, landing in the other person's hair and quietly seeping in.

Speaking of which, the two of them had restrained themselves for a long time. After the surgery, the doctor had specifically instructed them to avoid overexertion, especially when it came to that. The last time Luo Yueqing had her heat, she had to endure it with inhibitors. By careful calculation, it had been two months.

Luo Yueqing's mind wandered for a moment, and her hand gripping the thigh unconsciously tightened before she quickly relaxed it.

Instead, it was Xi Zhoulu who, dissatisfied, finally lifted her head and asked, "Why aren't you comforting me?"

Her voice was so aggrieved, laced with the remnants of her crying. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and a stray tear slid from the corner of her eye. Where was the rational, aloof President Xi of yesterday? She looked just like a little cake soaked in sweet syrup.

An almost imperceptible Adam's apple bobbed. Luo Yueqing subconsciously turned her head away, trying to escape. The usually excessive woman was now firmly remembering the doctor's instructions, not daring to misbehave in the slightest.

But it was the other person who crossed the line, pressing her lips to the corner of Luo Yueqing's mouth and calling out even more pitifully, "Luo Yueqing."

At some point, the scent of burning charcoal had been drawn out by the other's pheromones.

The hand tugging at her collar pulled harder. If the other party wouldn't take the initiative, then she would take the lead.

The salty taste of tears forced its way between her lips and teeth, so hot it made her instinctively retract her tongue, only for it to be caught and held, forbidden to flee.

Luo Yueqing sensed something unusual. Xi Zhoulu rarely showed this kind of emotion—or rather, she usually suppressed it. Aside from that one winter during her heat, it was only when she was pushed to her limit in bed that a trace of it would leak out.

This emotion was complex. On one hand, reason told her it wasn't allowed; on the other, she was like someone starved for affection, desperate to be filled. So she reached for the charcoal in the fire, deliberately submerged herself in the sea, trying every means possible to fill the emptiness inside her.

"I want you…"

Xi Zhoulu clasped the other's wrist and pulled it up along her leg. Her half-closed eyes were veiled in mist, like pale blue-gray gems just pulled from the water.

The Omega, battered by frustration, was seeking comfort. Just like that winter, only something more extreme could alleviate this hateful emotion.

Luo Yueqing understood this perfectly, yet she still hesitated. "But the doctor…"

Before she could finish, Xi Zhoulu interrupted, "It's been two months."

The hand she was pulling was guided further down, pressed against her weary and numb legs.

The Omega's voice, hoarse from crying, was pleading as she repeated, "I want it. Help me."

"Help me, I can't feel anything…"

Tears streamed down her cheeks. The person who had always been coolly elegant and reserved was now like a child desperately seeking comfort, begging for it.

"Touch me. Only when you touch me… can I feel something," she said, nuzzling against the other's lips coaxingly, pulling her down.

She was flustered and helpless. "I can't feel my legs. Help me."

The scent of Ecuadorian Red Wine Rose gradually filled the air, merging with the aroma of burning charcoal. The resulting fragrance was something like rose-flavored milk tea, filling the small space.

The blocker patch on her neck, soaked with tears, was almost useless. It clung there damply, causing some discomfort.

Luo Yueqing even suspected that Xi Zhoulu's heat had arrived early, but the doctor had clearly said that it wouldn't happen for three months post-surgery…

There was no time to think; no Alpha could remain motionless in a situation like this, even if the location was rather inappropriate.

In reality, it wasn't as serious as Xi Zhoulu made it out to be. Before the surgery, her legs had some sensation, just more numb than a normal person's, requiring more force for her to notice.

And after the surgery, although she still struggled to stand, the sensation had improved considerably, not regressed like this.

She was just terrified. The repeated efforts that yielded no hope made her desperate for some comfort—preferably something more intense, more forceful, to make the sensation clearer.

Luo Yueqing understood this perfectly and resolved to cooperate.

The sound of rustling fabric echoed in the empty room. The gray sweatpants were tossed far away. Even if the other person regretted it, it was too late.

Xi Zhoulu was pressed against the cold glass, like a broken, exquisite doll. Her pale and overly thin legs were bent, arranged in an extremely indecent position, clearly reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite them.

"Take a good look," Luo Yueqing said, holding her by the neck and forcing her to lift her head to face the mirror.

Since she needed to be filled, it wouldn't just be a simple touch. Her vision had to be engaged as well, so the memory would be firmly seared into her mind.

Xi Zhoulu nodded obediently, like an excellent student, and repeated, "Touch me…"

For ventilation, the window on the other side hadn't been closed; it was wide open.

If one were to stand a little closer, they could see the vast expanse of roses planted in the courtyard. Xi Zhoulu had specially built a huge sunroom for them and hired a team to care for them, ensuring that roses were in bloom every season.

The wind blew towards the garden, scattering the vibrant red rose petals onto the ground without a hint of remorse, carrying their fragrance into the room.

The place where she had just broken a light sweat was now bare. A gust of wind made her shiver from the cold.

But soon, a hand covered the spot, as if to shield her from the wind, or perhaps as a more wicked form of torment, pinching and leaving behind finger marks, imprinting its own unique brand.

Xi Zhoulu finally felt something. The sensation was more intense than she had imagined, occupying every empty corner of her being. She subconsciously wanted to hold the other person tighter but was held in place, forced to watch.

In front of her was the floor, pieced together from block after block of wood. It was said that the natural wood color could lift one's mood, so when building this room, Luo Yueqing had specially gone to the market to select it.

Xi Zhoulu had no objections. She didn't know where Luo Yueqing had found this theory, but it seemed to work.

Further on was the discarded walker, made of a few simple metal tubes. Reflected by the three mirrored walls, it looked strangely lonely.

And beyond that was the mirror that covered the entire wall. The doctor had said that such a setup would help her observe her posture as she walked, making it easier to correct.

Perhaps because Xi Zhoulu's progress was so slow that she could barely walk a complete step, let alone correct her form, she usually used the mirror to secretly admire Luo Yueqing—her Alpha.

This was Xi Zhoulu's only pleasure during her training. She didn't have to worry about being too obvious and getting teased by the other person; she could gaze openly at the mirror.

Perhaps that person never even noticed that when Xi Zhoulu struggled forward, her own brow was furrowed even more tightly than Xi Zhoulu's. The person who was usually the most flippant now had nothing but heartache in her eyes.

And now, the person in the mirror was herself. She watched the exquisite doll in the reflection finally show human emotion, her pale skin stained with large patches of red.

The legs that had felt so difficult to control were now, due to the excessive stimulation, trying to shy away and curl up. The movements were small, but they were definitely there.

Such a change was far more joyous than the repeated training sessions that yielded no results. At least now, she could truly feel the existence of her legs, and could even put up some futile resistance.

She actively hooked her arms around the other's neck, pulling Luo Yueqing forcefully into her embrace, repeating over and over, "I want it, I want more…"

The response was an increase in speed. The loud, slapping sound of water echoed throughout the room.

The blocker patch was torn off and tossed to the floor. The fragile gland was bitten, and aggressive pheromones were poured into it.

Xi Zhoulu's vision went white. She clung tightly to the other person, unable to repeat the words she had said before.

The glass window rattled, shaken by a strong gust of wind, making a loud noise.

The gardener tending to the roses looked up at the sky for some reason, then raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.

The roses beside him swayed, releasing their faint fragrance just as they always did.

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