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Qin Yinong bowed her head slightly, and leaned against Tang Ruoyao’s ear. Her half-opened lips pressed against her ear.
Tang Ruoyao hadn’t been intimate with her for a while, so at this moment her excitement surged inexplicably, and the passage of time rippled like the water’s surface. It really was too much. In this small period of time, Qin Yinong hadn’t done anything, but Tang Ruoyao herself had acted. She raised her hand, placed it on the other’s shoulder, and moaned faintly.
Qin Yinong was startled.
Though Tang Ruoyao couldn’t see this, Qin Yinong's eyes grew tender, and her voice was frivolous and mysterious: "Is that what you’re thinking?"
Tang Ruoyao's neck and face turned an embarrassed shade of red. She closed her mouth and said nothing.
"Speak." Qin Yinong said softly against her ear.
"..."
"If you don't talk, how does Jiejie know what you want?" Qin Yinong pretended to be sad. As an excellent actor, even if Tang Ruoyao couldn’t see her face, her voice was enough to convey the immense sadness she wanted to express.
"Jiejie..." Tang Ruoyao murmured shyly, burying hot cheeks in the other’s neck. If she was too embarrassed to speak, she could simply use her actions instead.
"Do you want me?" Qin Yinong let out a low laugh, not planning to let her go so easily.
Tang Ruoyao blushed, and both hands tightened into fists unconsciously.
"You’re hurting me." Qin Yinong said in a thick, pitiful voice.
Tang Ruoyao immediately let go, thinking that she had mistakenly squeezed Qin Yinong too hard, but in the next second she realized that she didn’t even have her hands around Qin Yinong at all.
"Ha." Qin Yinong couldn't help but laugh, and laughter rang out at the same time.
She was just messing with her again.
Tang Ruoyao: "..."
Tang Ruoyao lifted her face and looked at Qin Yinong's expression. She saw that Qin Yinong seemed to be in a good mood, so she glared back at her boldly.
Qin Yinong really wasn’t angry. A white, jade-like finger pinched Tan Ruoyao’s chin. The hand felt nice. She added a second hand and lightly squeezed her face affectionately, her eyes curved into a sweet smile: "Why are you so funny? Huh?"
Tang Ruoyao replied without changing her face: "Jiejie taught me well."
Qin Yinong snorted and said, "Don’t put that on me, I didn't teach you to be stupid."
"I only make a fool of myself in front of you." Tang Ruoyao said carefully, as if she were dipping in a few toes to test the water.
She glanced at Qin Yinong's eyes for an instant, trying to see if her expression had changed at all. Qin Yinong looked back at her with a smile and amusement, but it was not the type of smile Tang Ruoyao wanted.
Tang Ruoyao's eyes darkened.
Qin Yinong watched her subtle transformation in full view, and Tang Ruoyao’s fingers hanging at her side moved almost imperceptibly.
Tang Ruoyao quickly adjusted her mood, raised her eyes and said, "Let’s have sex."
Qin Yinong was shocked by her straightforward suggestion, even if the nature of it wasn’t sensual at all. When she recovered, her ears suddenly became hot, and she resisted the urge to look away.
Tang Ruoyao said indifferently: "Didn’t you want me to give you my body?"
Was it an illusion? Just now, there seemed to be a trace of nervousness in Qin Yinong's eyes?
Qin Yinong didn't give her any more time to think, and bowed her head to kiss her.
Qin Yinong was really a very good sponsor. She’s gentle, considerate, and generous when they were together.
Tang Ruoyao lied on the soft, warm bed, feeling the heat of their high body temperatures. Only at this moment did Tang Ruoyao feel that Qin Yinong was also a soft and warm person.
With regard to Qin Yinong’s analysis, media articles with her name in the headlines were all over the world. The better ones say she was romantic and passionate, and the worse ones say she was debauched. No matter what, she just can’t scale it down: she was a passionate person. But Tang Ruoyao knew it was not this way. She just looked warm, but in truth, there was an unbreakable iceberg underneath the flame.
She was passionate. But she was even more ruthless.
Tang Ruoyao opened her eyes, and the ceiling above her head gradually distorted into indistinguishable chaotic patterns.
The room was faintly spinning around, and the world was warm and moist.
……
Qin Yinong wiped her mouth and returned to the bed to lie down. Tang Ruoyao turned sideways and hugged her. She hugged her tightly, her forehead pressed firmly against hers. Her eyes were out of focus, and she laid there in awe.
Qin Yinong was rarely this tolerant. She put her hand on Tang Ruoyao’s hair and was slightly taken aback when she touched it. The roots of the hair were still wet. Tang Ruoyao was too eager to even dry her hair.
As Qin Yinong's fingers pulled away, Tang Ruoyao hugged her tighter to keep her from leaving.
"What are you doing?" Tang Ruoyao asked pitifully.
It was only in this moment after a round with Qin Yinong that she was able to take advantage of a rare opportunity of holding Qin Yinong in her arms, as if she belonged to her.
"I'll get a hair dryer." Qin Yinong said softly.
She stretched her fingers to tuck away long hair that was covering Tang Ruoyao’s eyes. Her eyes were perpetually clear; it reminded her of peach blossom pond water. Feeling affectionate, Qin Yinong's eyes softened slowly, and she breathed out gently. She quickly changed focus to look at the ceiling above her.
"No need." Tang Ruoyao refused directly.
Perhaps it was the gentle session they had just shared that gave her a little more confidence. Qin Yinong would never kick her out of her bed; that would not even count as a worst-case scenario. In fact, Qin Yinong had never lost her temper in front of Tang Ruoyao. She may be angry, but she would never verbalize her anger, let alone act on it.
"You will catch a cold if you sleep like this." Qin Yinong looked at her, and the corners of her lips raised, smiling helplessly and warmly, "Just listen to me, okay?"
She had a pair of black and white eyes, and her pupils faced the light like a piece of deep black jade. But that jade seemed to be hidden in clouds and mist, always covered by a fog that makes them indiscernible, bright yet blurry.
When she stared at someone intently, a small reflection of the other person appeared in her pupils, and the mist was like a substance: dazzling, tangling, and tightly entwining like silk threads, willing people to sink in her eyes.
Tang Ruoyao was slightly lost.
"After drying my hair, will you still..." Tang Ruoyao paused before saying, "Stay here?"
"Yeah?" Qin Yinong raised an eyebrow, wondering why she had such a question.
Tang Ruoyao bit her lip and stopped talking. She ended up not saying anything, but she also didn't let Qin Yinong get the hair dryer. She sat up by herself, leaned over and pulled out the drawer beside the bed.
She sat at the head of the bed with long hair draped over her shoulders. Her head was angled down slightly, and her skin was like white jade. Reflecting the soft light of the room, she was as beautiful as a smooth face of jade.
Qin Yinong was lost in a daze for no reason.
Tang Ruoyao raised her eyelids and frowned. "Jiejie?"
"It's nothing." Qin Yinong recovered the surprise in her eyes little by little, calmly turned on the hair dryer switch, and her five slender fingers gently combed through the long black hair.
Tang Ruoyao was still in school, so her long hair had not been dyed. It maintained the dark, shiny lustre of natural hair.
Just like the rest of her. When she was still just a piece of blank white paper, she was smeared by Qin Yinong’s jet black ink. The faint fragrance of her hair reached the end of Qin Yining’s nose, and it made her fingertips twitch, but she continued to blow dry the hair in front of her.
"All done." Qin Yinong turned off the hair dryer, put it back in the drawer, and squatted down to carefully pick up the strands of hair that fell on the floor. She nonchalantly threw them into the trash can.
Tang Ruoyao got into the bed and under the covers. She looked back at Qin Yinong, who didn’t come over. Panicked, she said: “Jiejie..."
Qin Yinong untied her bathrobe and walked to the bathroom, saying, "I'll take a bath. If you’re sleepy, don’t stay up for me."
"Do you want me to come?" Tang Ruoyao blurted out.
The silhouette of her figure froze. Qin Yinong turned her head, raised one hand, smiled with a sigh, and said: "I didn't cut my nails. I wronged you once. I can't wrong you again."
Qin Yinong was filming abroad. She hadn't seen Tang Ruoyao for a few months and forgot about this. Although she didn’t usually keep her nails long, it's still too long to really be comfortable.
Tang Ruoyao couldn't help but feel hot when thinking about what they just did ten minutes ago.
Two soldiers found out that there was a problem with the weapon when they went into battle, and they couldn't wait for the replacements, so they simply made do.
Tang Ruoyao licked her lips for a while, and her entire face was flushed. She said vaguely: "I don't feel pain, it's...very comfortable..."
"Really comfortable?" Qin Yinong raised her tone and smiled.
Tang Ruoyao replied almost inaudibly. Afraid that the other hadn’t heard it, she curled up her toes and nodded shyly.
"That's good." Qin Yinong sighed in relief, and said, "I was afraid you would judge me."
Tang Ruoyao hurriedly said, "How dare I judge you… Jiejie?"
"About that." Qin Yinong blinked, looking like twinkling peach blossoms, and she smiled, "You can't have opinions on other matters, but you can still have opinions on this one." After a pause, she prolonged the tone and added ambiguously. "About our mutual progress."
Tang Ruoyao’s ears began to buzz, and her head was full of "mutual progress" echoing. She didn't know how to respond anymore.
After she was able to think clearly again, the bathroom’s shower door opened. Looking in through the glass wall, she saw Qin Yinong wearing a bathrobe, standing in front of the mirror. This was just like Tang Ruoyao’s style.
Tang Ruoyao: "……"
Tang Ruoyao leaned languidly on the head of the bed, fighting to keep her eyelids open. She didn't sleep much last night, and she was physically and mentally exhausted after a lovely, exciting time with Qin Yinong. But she knew that if she fell asleep like this, she would miss the only time to be alone with Qin Yinong before going to bed.
Every time she woke up, she reached for the other side of the bed. It was always cold. At first, she thought that Qin Yinong always got up early, but later learned that she had never even slept in the same bed with her.
Qin Yinong was like a maze with countless puzzles at every turn. Every road was filled with moist white fog, which made people blind with awe, impossible to see her true self. She couldn't help but think: I don't know who could get that lucky... to get the key to this labyrinth and find the treasure inside.
Tang Ruoyao closed her eyes for a moment, and her thoughts drifted away.
At that wine table, everyone laughed and smiled, overflowing with joy. All she could feel was confusion; her body told her to run away, but she couldn’t. She could only bite her lip, and taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Her fingertips became ghastly white as she rolled them into tight fists.
The people at the table kept talking, but Tang Ruoyao didn't hear anything they said.
The man beside her called her name.
She jumped suddenly like a frightened bird, then raised her head in a panic. Looking up directly into a pair of black eyes, she couldn't help being startled.
The gorgeous glass chandelier above them was stunning, and yet Qin Yinong's face was incredibly radiant, and robbed all the chandelier’s brilliance.
The woman rested her chin lazily onto one hand, and pointed in Tang Ruoyao’s direction with a slender finger like a rod made of jade. With a casual smile on the corner of her lips, her tone was light and fluttering, yet carried an intensity that made it impossible to refuse.
"I want her."
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