After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 19

Xian Ning’s face burned with shame, her whole body flushed a pale pink, as if she had been set on fire. Her gaze darted around, desperate to hide inside the folds of the blanket.

Xue Yingxian lowered her eyes to look at her, her expression darker than before—like the shadowy depths of the sea where sunlight could never reach.

To her, Xian Ning was nothing less than a ripe, glistening peach, skin flushed with sweetness, just waiting to be tasted. Her teeth itched, her tongue tingled. She wanted to take a bite.

It would be delicious—soft and juicy, flooding her mouth with sweetness.

Giving in to her impulse, Xue Yingxian leaned down and caught Xian Ning’s cheek between her teeth, sucking hard until she left behind the impression of her bite.

Xian Ning shivered, clutching her pillow, confused at her sudden move. But Xue Yingxian only grew bolder, leaving neat rows of teeth marks across her beautiful face before finally letting go, admiring her own handiwork with satisfaction.

“Are you a dog?” Xian Ning scolded, cheeks puffed in embarrassment.

Rubbing against her, Xue Yingxian replied with a grin, “Does big sister like puppies? I can be your little puppy. Woof, woof~”

The silliness broke through Xian Ning’s shame, making her laugh. “You’re insane.”

But Xue Yingxian kept up her act, burrowing against her like a dog seeking attention, all while leaving fresh marks on her skin—like she was staking her claim.

When her lips were about to brush the pillow on Xian Ning’s lap, Xian Ning suddenly realized something and shoved her away.

Caught off guard, Xue Yingxian nearly fell off the bed. She looked back, slightly wounded, only for Xian Ning to avert her gaze and stammer, “D-don’t touch me… it’s dirty…”

Understanding dawned on Xue Yingxian, and her heart skipped. So that’s what Xian Ning thought—that she had really wet the bed. This silly girl…

So innocent. So ridiculously cute.

And she still claimed to be “experienced”? Please. She was the purest thing in the world.

“Xian Ning, I really, really like you!”

She pounced, hugging her tightly, rubbing her head against her neck like an oversized puppy.

Xian Ning sighed, stroking her hair helplessly, thinking—well, now they were both dirty.

But lying there, she realized just how sore she was everywhere. Her arms were weak, her body heavy, like a salted fish with no hope left. Staring blankly at the ceiling, she nearly dozed off.

Xue Yingxian lifted her head, nipped at her chin playfully. “Don’t sleep yet. We still haven’t showered.”

Xian Ning mumbled in response, pushing her weakly. “Then stop pressing on me. Hurry up and wash, so we can sleep.”

******

The morning sun was already creeping up. Not as early as midsummer, but it had risen halfway.

Bang! A door opened in the next room—her father’s. Seven-thirty sharp.

Every day, without fail, he got up at seven-thirty, exercised for an hour, showered and ate at eight-thirty, then left for the company at a little past nine. Ten years, the same routine.

The sound jolted Xian Ning wide awake. Guilt swept through her, and she suddenly found the strength to sit bolt upright.

Xue Yingxian chuckled, watching her. “Guess your waist isn’t that sore after all.”

Last night she had cried about her back hurting, but now? Her core strength seemed just fine.

Xian Ning glared at her, then stubbornly got out of bed. But the moment her foot touched the ground, her legs gave way. She nearly collapsed if not for Xue Yingxian’s quick hand catching her.

“Don’t push yourself. I’ll carry you.”

Xian Ning scowled, waving her off, insisting she could manage. She clung to the bed frame, wobbling toward the bathroom like a patient in rehab.

Xue Yingxian couldn’t stand it. With one swift move, she scooped her up and carried her inside.

“Lean on me, just this once. Don’t be so stubborn,” she murmured, then added softly, “Weren’t you clinging to me earlier, crying so hard…”

“Enough!” Xian Ning cut her off, face flushed scarlet, eyes darting everywhere but at her.

She regretted it—she should never have given in so easily to this mischievous brat. Now she would never hear the end of it.

It wasn’t even her fault! She hadn’t meant to cry—it just… slipped out in the moment.

She shook her head violently, trying to rid herself of the embarrassing thoughts. She turned on the shower, standing beneath the stream of warm water.

But of course, Xue Yingxian couldn’t leave her alone. She pressed up against her, arms tight around her waist, sharing the spray.

Xian Ning wanted to scrub herself inside and out, remembering what had just happened. But with Xue Yingxian glued to her, she couldn’t. She urged her to hurry up instead.

But Xue Yingxian only clung tighter, wounded by the sudden rejection.

“You go out first, I… I need the bathroom.”

Xue Yingxian’s hand slipped to her stomach. “Need to pee again?”

That touch made Xian Ning feel the pressure inside her belly. She tried to push her away, but Xue Yingxian caught her wrist and lifted one of her legs.

Xian Ning froze. “?”

Her hands were twisted behind her back, her body pressed against Xue Yingxian’s chest, a strong arm circling her waist—hand resting right where her belly rose slightly.

“Why so shy? We’ve already done everything else.”

She leaned close to her ear, whispering wickedly, “Let me help you go. Come on… shhh…”

Xian Ning nearly died of mortification, trembling from head to toe, wishing she could drag Xue Yingxian straight down with her.

“What, nothing’s coming out? Then I’ll help.”

She pressed firmly on Xian Ning’s stomach.

A stream of liquid rushed out. Xian Ning’s vision went black, and she fainted.

She didn’t know how long she slept. When she finally stirred, the room was dark. Her throat burned, dry as tinder, her whole body aching as though crushed by a car.

Reaching for the night lamp, she switched it on.

The first thing she saw was Xue Yingxian slumped by the bedside. Her hair was thick and messy, spilling everywhere like a furry creature.

Xian Ning couldn’t help but reach out and stroke it.

Xue Yingxian stirred, tilting her head into her touch, a soft laugh slipping from her lips.

“Caught you sneaking a feel.”

Xian Ning snatched her hand back with a huff. She had learned her lesson—give this brat an inch and she would take a mile.

Xue Yingxian stretched, then leaned down to kiss her lips, resting her forehead against hers. “Mm. Your fever’s gone.”

She explained gently, “You had a fever after fainting. I gave you some medicine. Looks like it worked. Do you feel unwell anywhere?”

Xian Ning thought, everywhere hurts. But if she said it out loud, she’d only get teased. So she pointed at her throat.

“Dry throat?”

Before she could even nod, Xue Yingxian had already lifted a glass to her lips.

After drinking, Xian Ning decided she should go home. She couldn’t keep staying here—not only because someone might notice, but because her body simply couldn’t take it.

But Xue Yingxian clung to her, voice soft, tinged with hurt. “Do you really have to go? This is your home too… Tang Di’s been forced into the hospital. No one will bother us anymore.”

Xian Ning sighed, stroking her head. “I have class tomorrow. My books are at home.”

Xue Yingxian wasn’t unreasonable. She buried her face in Xian Ning’s chest, inhaled deeply, then said, “Then I’ll take you home.”

*******

When Madam Xue heard Xian Ning was leaving, her first thought was that the two had quarreled. Otherwise, why would she insist on going home so late?

She looked at her daughter. “Did you bully your sister?”

Without hesitation, Xue Yingxian wrapped her arms around Xian Ning and declared, “We get along really well. We were just…”

Xian Ning slapped a hand over her mouth, shoving her aside in panic. “Xiao Xian’s right. We’re very good sisters.”

Hearing those words, her attempt to draw a line—Xue Yingxian rubbed her stinging arm, her eyes darkening with disappointment.

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