After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 17

Xian Ning had no idea how she ended up carrying that piece of clothing into the bathroom. By the time she came to her senses, she realized she had fallen right into Xue Yingxian’s trap.

“Come on, I just want to see you wear it, sis. Isn’t that okay?”

Okay? Of course not! But the moment Xian Ning looked into Xue Yingxian’s sparkling, puppy-like eyes, she found herself unable to say no.

And that was how she got into this mess.

The pajamas in her hands felt like a burning coal. Flustered, Xian Ning looked around, not knowing where to put them.

The thing looked more like some kind of… costume, and certainly not proper sleepwear. There was no way she’d wear it.

She tried to calm herself down, turned on the shower, and waited until the water was warm enough. Just as she had half her clothes off, the bathroom door swung open and Xue Yingxian walked in, completely bare.

“You—you—you!”

Startled, Xian Ning stumbled back until her shoulders pressed against the cold wall. There was nowhere else to retreat.

Xue Yingxian stood at the doorway, steam curling between them. Xian Ning couldn’t see her expression clearly, but she could feel the heat burning in her eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” Xian Ning forced her voice steady, pretending she was experienced and unshaken.

She couldn’t let Xue Yingxian realize she was a complete novice, or she’d lose every ounce of control.

Last time, she’d been drunk and powerless, left to endure a whole night of torment. This time, she told herself, she had to prove she wasn’t so easily toyed with.

That was what she thought but the moment Xue Yingxian began to close the distance, her heart lurched into panic.

“Didn’t I say I’d help you wash? Why are you standing all the way over there? Embarrassed?”

Xue Yingxian’s long legs made quick work of the space. She bent slightly, her lips brushing just past Xian Ning’s ear.

Xian Ning’s heart leapt straight into her throat. Thank goodness for the sound of running water otherwise, at this distance, Xue Yingxian would surely hear it pounding.

“What’s there to be shy about? I’m the older one here. I’ve got plenty more experience than you.”

Xue Yingxian let out a low laugh. Some people, when they boasted, their voices trembled—showing nothing but their inexperience. Trying to act like a seasoned lover only made them look all the more innocent. Who would believe it?

“Well then,” Xue Yingxian murmured, “since my sister’s so experienced, I’ll be counting on you to teach me.”

She braced one arm against the wall, hooked her other arm around Xian Ning’s waist, and drew her into her embrace.

Their bodies pressed flush against each other, breaths hot and unsteady, mingling at the curve of their necks.

Xian Ning froze. In this position, even the slightest movement would cause her sensitive spots to rub against her.

Maybe it was just the hot water, but the whole bathroom was quickly swallowed by mist, and her body temperature kept climbing higher. Her eyes lowered, lashes fanning down like wings. The corners of her eyes glowed with a soft flush, making her look like a blooming peach blossom.

Looking down at her, Xue Yingxian’s throat tightened. Her mouth went dry.

“Xue… Xue Yingxian, let’s just hurry and finish washing.”

Xian Ning gave her a tiny push, which of course did nothing. Xue Yingxian’s arm still circled her waist, holding her firmly.

“We’re already girlfriends. Isn’t a kiss allowed?”

It was half a question to herself. But before Xian Ning could even lift her eyes fully, Xue Yingxian’s lips were already on hers—soft, moist, irresistible.

Xian Ning’s eyes flew shut, her panicked reaction only stoking the warmth in Xue Yingxian’s chest.

This time, Xue Yingxian was patient. No more rushing. Her lips traced Xian Ning’s gently, seeking her out, coaxing her into shared breath and quiet surrender.

She had all the time in the world to discover Xian Ning’s sweetness.

The shower poured down, filling the room with fog, blurring the world outside. The damp air itself seemed to spark with desire.

Finally breaking the kiss, Xue Yingxian whispered against her lips, “Is this okay?”

Xian Ning buried her face against her shoulder, her voice as faint as a sigh. “L-let’s just… wash first.”

Taking a deep breath, Xue Yingxian gathered her up and set her under the shower, drenching them both together.

Shampoo, body wash, towel-drying, blow-drying—everything was done with calm precision, leaving Xian Ning unable to find a single excuse to protest.

But in truth, no more than fifteen minutes had passed.

When she finally set the blow-dryer down, Xue Yingxian slipped her arms around Xian Ning from behind and asked, “Where’s the pajama?”

Xian Ning bit her lip, refusing to answer. There was no way she’d wear that thing.

Xue Yingxian nipped her ear, whispering, “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. We can just go out like this.”

She made as if to lift Xian Ning in her arms. Alarmed, Xian Ning blurted, “I-it’s… in the drawer!”

With a sly curve of her lips, Xue Yingxian fetched the garment and said, “Let me help you put it on, sis.”

Like a doll, Xian Ning’s arms and legs were maneuvered until, before she knew it, she was nestled back in Xue Yingxian’s embrace.

Xue Yingxian carefully placed her delicate porcelain doll onto the bed, her fingers brushing along her cheek, lips planting feather-light kisses again and again.

“You look beautiful in white.”

Xian Ning didn’t know what to say. Her hands curled nervously against her chest, like a helpless little rabbit.

Without another word, Xue Yingxian deepened her kisses, her hand wandering along the smooth skin of her back.

Her touch was like silk—warm, tender, irresistible. She couldn’t stop herself from caressing more boldly, and Xian Ning’s soft whimpers made her breath hitch, self-control unraveling further.

Xian Ning’s arms tightened around her neck, nails scratching faint red marks across her skin. The flicker in Xue Yingxian’s eyes darkened with desire.

She kissed her with infinite care—her ear, her cheek, her lips—murmuring softly, “Don’t be afraid. It’s okay.”

Tears welled up in Xian Ning’s eyes. She tilted up and kissed Xue Yingxian on her own, closing her eyes as warm tears slipped down her cheeks.

“Mm.”

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