". . ."

Jiang Shuyi felt a bit embarrassed as she counted the items in front of her.

She really hadn't expected that the person in front of her had hoarded so many of her clothes under the blanket.

Just thinking about how Wen Yao must have curled up in her clothes to sleep at night made Jiang Shuyi's ears feel hot.

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao, unable to contain her emotions, she couldn't help but bite her lip and ask,

"Wen Yao, you must really like my pheromones, right?"

". . ."

No response.

Silence spread in the cold air, and the second hand of the clock in the room ticked quietly...

However, upon hearing this, Wen Yao's gaze turned increasingly cold as she looked at Jiang Shuyi.

Jiang Shuyi felt as if Wen Yao's eyes could freeze her in place, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jiang Shuyi's hands nervously clenched her clothes, and she instinctively took a few steps back, accidentally sitting down on Wen Yao's bed.

Jiang Shuyi glanced and realized she was sitting on the clothes Wen Yao had brought over.

The clothes on Wen Yao's bed were neatly stacked, clearly arranged with great care...

One could imagine how focused she must have been while organizing them before snuggling into her blankets at night.

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi glanced at her own backside.

"...So it's here."

She couldn't help but let out a remark.

At Jiang Shuyi's teasing remark, Wen Yao bit her lip hard, looking stubbornly at her.

"Jiang Shuyi."

Wen Yao called Jiang Shuyi's name, reaching out to grab the sweatshirt in Jiang Shuyi's hands.

When she called Jiang Shuyi's name, her voice was cold and carried a hint of threat.

But Jiang Shuyi immediately stood up, dodging Wen Yao's hand.

Naturally, Wen Yao couldn't outmaneuver Jiang Shuyi.

Jiang Shuyi looked into Wen Yao's eyes and said nothing.

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi, who was holding the sweatshirt, her expression very unpleasant.

She didn't say a word.

In fact, Wen Yao was always meticulous in her actions.

All these clothes had been quietly collected by her each day.

As long as she followed her calculations, Wen Yao could secretly change out one piece of clothing each day and then bring one back, all without Jiang Shuyi ever noticing.

"Jiang Shuyi."

Wen Yao's voice was cold and stern.

"Put it down."

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi looked elsewhere, although she was scared, today she simply didn't want to obey.

"Why did you come into my room?"

Wen Yao questioned coldly.

She deeply regretted not locking the door while showering, allowing Jiang Shuyi to swagger into her room.

"I thought you might be hungry, so I came to bring you some snow pear and bird's nest soup..."

—But life is truly unpredictable. I just wanted to deliver a nest made of golden silk, who would have thought I'd see your nest?

Jiang Shuyi glanced at the bowl of bird's nest soup on the table, knowing she was in the wrong for entering Wen Yao's room, but Wen Yao had also secretly hidden her clothes, so they were even.

Jiang Shuyi argued in her heart.

Hearing Jiang Shuyi's response, Wen Yao glanced at the snow pear and bird's nest soup on the table but said nothing.

Seeing that Wen Yao's attitude seemed to soften, Jiang Shuyi quietly leaned closer to Wen Yao, almost like a big dog leaning against her shoulder.

"Wen Yao..."

Jiang Shuyi's face flushed, and her expression clearly showed that she was genuinely happy.

She scratched her ear nervously.

"...Actually, I quite like your pheromones too."

". . ."

Wen Yao felt that if Jiang Shuyi had a tail right now, it would definitely be wagging against the floor.

And it would probably shake the very ground beneath their feet.

Looking at Jiang Shuyi's smug expression, Wen Yao felt her ears burning with irritation.

She couldn't quite articulate whether she felt discomfort, anger, annoyance, embarrassment, or something else entirely.

She wanted to take that piece of clothing back, but Jiang Shuyi kept dodging, not letting her have it.

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi leaning on her shoulder and, in a fit of frustration, lightly punched Jiang Shuyi's shoulder with her left hand.

"Put down the clothes in your hand and get out."

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi, unaffected by the punch, stood still, a bit shamelessly inching closer again.

So, Wen Yao gave a few more light punches and even tugged at Jiang Shuyi's shoulder.

"Wen Yao, you're hitting me, and it really hurts."

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao with a pitiful expression.

". . ." Wen Yao paused for a moment, and after a while, she sternly said:

"Get out."

"...Wen Yao."

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao, thinking she looked so cute when she was angry, like a little animal.

"Actually, it's quite normal for Omegas to collect things with Alpha scents. Biologically, we usually refer to this as 'nesting behavior'..."

Jiang Shuyi touched her flushed ears,

"It's a pretty ordinary thing, nothing to be ashamed of."

Of course, Jiang Shuyi didn't know how most Omegas did it, as she had never really looked into it.

But she thought there probably weren't many Omegas like Wen Yao who took it this far.

—If it weren't for my many clothes, it really wouldn't have turned out this way...

Jiang Shuyi swallowed the words that might anger Wen Yao and gently patted Wen Yao's head,

"See, I wouldn't dislike you because of this."

—In fact, I think you're really cute.

Jiang Shuyi patted Wen Yao and generously said:

Jiang Shuyi smiled as she patted Wen Yao and generously added, "You can take my clothes whenever you want. Just let me know, and I'll give them to you right away."

"After all, I have plenty of clothes..."

She coughed, her face flushed.

". . ."

Wen Yao glared at Jiang Shuyi, remaining silent.

Jiang Shuyi rubbed Wen Yao's head again.

"I've left the bird's nest soup on the table. If you're hungry, just drink it. I think it's quite good."

". . ."

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Monday, evening self-study.

Jiang Shuyi was writing problems, resting her chin on her hand.

After a few seconds, she suddenly broke into a silly smile, as if recalling something.

Song Jinxi glanced at her, turned a page in her book, and couldn't help but shake her head as if there was no hope for her anymore .

Since this morning, Song Jinxi had lost count of how many times Jiang Shuyi had smiled foolishly.

Song Jinxi completely didn't understand what was making her smile, but she found Jiang Shuyi's smile incredibly irritating.

"Jiang Shuyi, what's so funny?"

Song Jinxi looked at her.

Jiang Shuyi looked at Song Jinxi and immediately wiped the smile off her face.

"Nothing much."

Jiang Shuyi knew she couldn't tell Song Jinxi about Wen Yao living in her house.

However, just thinking about how the little professor would cuddle her clothes while sleeping at night made her unable to stop the corners of her mouth from curling up.

She was sure that Wen Yao must really like her pheromones, and she felt quite pleased with herself.

Since Jiang Shuyi didn't say anything, Song Jinxi didn't plan to ask further, "Is that so?"

She felt like Jiang Shuyi had been hiding a lot of secrets lately, and she no longer let her visit her house on weekends.

In the mornings, she would see Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao studying together, and in the evenings, they would return home together.

These two seemed to be together all the time.

"Do you have a performance for the year-end school anniversary?"

Song JinxI asked Jiang Shuyi.

For the art students at Chengbei High School, the school anniversary was an opportunity to gain extra points for direct admission to Chengbei University.

"No, I'm not signing up this year."

Recently, she had been focused on studying with Wen Yao and hadn't even touched the piano much.

Although she could play the piano just like the original owner, she didn't want to become a concert pianist, even before, she had only treated it as a hobby.

Jiang Shuyi casually replied,

"I've been busy preparing for exams, the finals are coming up soon, right?"

...If she did well on the exams, she could go to the amusement park with Wen Yao.

Jiang Shuyi nodded.

Song Jinxi glanced at Wen Yao, who was reading in the distance, feeling that this person had truly transformed Jiang Shuyi, and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

"Why are you asking this?" Jiang Shuyi propped her chin up, starting to write in her workbook out of boredom.

Song Jinxi looked at Yan Jingshu and shook her head, "...Nothing."

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