Chapter 40

Transmigration Diary 40
Hands free—before checking the marks—
Arms around her tight—
“Cefalina—!”
Face buried—still red eyes—
“Sorry—I won’t kiss—don’t leave—don’t leave me alone—”
Frozen—could not push again—
Scent drifting—not on purpose—rut not gone—
Childlike—cannot be alone—still fever-hot—forehead sweat—
Why—suppressants useless—
Because…… her?
Match not as low as the report?
Reports rarely wrong—but feeling vivid—
Held by Wen Shiyu—comfort—eyes half-shut—thought gone—
High match—not impossible—
Guess eased the ache—
Correct move—distance—quiet—let drugs work—
But abandoned animal in her arms—about to cry—
Hard to obey reason—
One more abandon—too pitiful—
Would not admit—Wen Shiyu smells good—
Legs too weak to stand—only hug—
Touch and scent—head swim—want to drown—
Bit tongue—sharp—clear—
“Then…… be good.”
“Good—I won’t tie you.”
Alone in the room—century—
Back in arms—feared leaving most—
Nod fast—secret sniff—
“I’ll be good—don’t drop me—”
“Then—” lip bite low—“Will you look at other Omegas?”
“No.” Instant shake.
“No Alphas either.”
“Only Cefalina.” True—“Most beautiful—”
Usually annoying—now slick—
Scoff—ears redder—
Cannot soften—help through rut—
Not forgiven—
Forced origin—heart doubt—thorn remains—
Held tight—both want closer—both restrain—
Forehead on collarbone—mutter—
“Cefalina…… hungry.”
Afternoon with Charlotte—midnight—nothing eaten—
Hesitate—food—
Nuzzle lower—“Here…… smells good—”
Realized—face exploded—
“Idiot—that’s not—”
Insistent—“Food…… milk smell—”
Push—weak—“Stop—I’ll get angry!”
Hesitated at anger—
Child face—hurt eyes—
“So hungry…… can’t eat?”
“Of course real food—” Need to cook—
Heard “can eat”—no wait—head down—
“Ah!” Fell back—
Strength gone—cannot push—
“No—not dinner—”
Sure it was food—peach-milk guide—bite again—
Urgent—Cefalina muffled sound—hand over mouth—
“Wen Shiyu—leave you here!”
Stopped—pitiful face—red again—
“Then—not hungry—not eating—”
Really stopped—relief—and empty—
Ashamed—get real food—
No room service—scent too thick—
Fridge basics—Cefalina learned cooking—
Leaving—panic—arms tight—“Don’t go—”
“Food.” Pried hands—
Hugged her legs—cheek on skirt—look up—“Where?”
Red face—bright eyes—collar on neck—
Heart pound—corner up—mean on purpose—
“Like…… a little dog?”
Pause—“Fine. Faithless bad servant—from now you’re only my dog.”
Tried step—“Follow.”
Wen Shiyu did not mind—view of rabbit tail behind—and lower—
Stared— sweeter there—
Living room to kitchen—noodles—
Eyes on fluffy tail—happy wiggle—
Closer—face up—deep breath—
“!” Knees weak—counter catch—
Turned—voice shaking—“Wen Shiyu—what are you—”
“Don’t—I said no—I’m angry!”
Tail higher—swaying—
Swallow—“But…… smells good—”
Why not—
“! No—” Chin lifted—eyes lost—
Defense collapsing—dizzy—sliding off counter—
Pot boiling over—
“No more—”
Pushed hard before break—
“No!”
Stunned—hurt—tears—
“Cefalina’s mean—teasing me—”
“Who—teased—” Gasping herself—
“Tease me—starve me—”
Child cry—
“Idiot—” Stood—
Bowl—greens—egg—broth—
“Eat noodles—noodles!”
Sniff—peach better—
“I don’t want noodles—I want peach—”
“No peach.” Red face.
“There is.” Hurt look.
“No means no!”
About to rage—Wen Shiyu bit lip—
“Then kiss—you kissed before—”
Hotter—away—“That was…… Charlotte was there—”
Hard to say—wanted Charlotte to see—
Stern—“Not now—two of us—I’m still settling accounts!”
Only misery—“Peach smells so good…… why can’t I eat?”
Heart pound— fierce face—“Eat noodles.”
“No—”
Crying tantrum—“I want peach.”
Curled on floor—pitiful—sigh—took the bowl—
“Stop crying.”
Hair aside—ate a bite—leaned close—lashes trembling—“Now…… eat?”
Tears on lashes—nod—up—
Never thought she’d feed her like this—Wen Shiyu unbothered—
Noodles irrelevant—held Cefalina after each bite—
Both breathless—bowl empty—
Clinging—whisper tiny—
“Peach only—heart…… peach only—no other fruit—don’t look—”
Tearful up—“I only want peach—”
“Liar.” Soft.
“I’m not—” Wiping—“Only like Cefalina—”
Tight hug—silent—
Late—bed—soft mattress—
Sleep order—nod—
Eyes shut—pretend—neither slept—
Want fused into bone—
Hearts loud—pheromones tangle—
Started proper—pressed close—
Peach-milk threads—throat dry—testing—
Cefalina felt it—war inside—eyes shut—play asleep—
Watched—no response—instinct closer—
Flinched—hand on mouth—swallowed cry—
Not real food—she’ll quit—just a moment—
Soon—clear milk scent—Cefalina smelled it too—
Eyes flew open—
Stunned—really?
Pseudopregnancy…… lactation stage?
Shame—push—Wen Shiyu clung—
“Cefalina—” bright—muffled—“So good—!”
“Idiot—don’t—say—!” Scarlet—near tears—
“Your fault—stop—”
Mouth stop—body honest—waves—hand clamped—mind adrift—
Nearly—
Elsewhere Su Yan and Charlotte frantic—no location—
Cefalina phone off—empty usual places—
Su Yan—Cavendish butler—missed classes—no contact—
Sweaty palm—vague—“Private matter—”
No word on Wen Shiyu’s state.