After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 21.2

Then she lowered her head and caught Xian Ning’s lips.

Xian Ning shrank back until her shoulders hit the tub wall. Both tall girls, they were pressed in uncomfortably close.

Yingxian cornered her, pressing at her waist, suckling with childlike persistence.

Afraid of splashing her wounds, Xian Ning couldn’t push too hard. She pinched the back of her neck lightly, lifting her away.

“A bath is a bath. Don’t get other ideas.”

Like a scolded puppy, Yingxian gazed at her with wounded eyes. “But you won’t even let me nurse on you… it makes my wounds ache more. Ow~”

Her exaggerated whine immediately melted Xian Ning’s resolve. She knew she was pretending, but couldn’t stand seeing her pitiful.

Fine. I’ve lost to this little fox.

Biting her lip, she shifted slightly, murmuring, “Just… a little, then.”

Yingxian latched on again, this time with even more fervor.

It hurt, yes, but it also tingled with unbearable sweetness, making Xian Ning feel like her whole body was unraveling.

“Xiao Xian… stop…” she whispered.

Yingxian looked up with reddened eyes, giving a hard suck that tore a cry from Xian Ning’s throat.

“Stop what? If I let go now, would you really be happy?”

Her reason frayed thread by thread, Xian Ning knew she should push her away—but her body betrayed her, offering more instead.

Bubbles rose thick in the tub, hiding what lay beneath were two pale, slender legs entwined tightly together.

Yingxian finally released her, pressing her flushed face into her chest, eyes burning.

“Jiejie… my leg hurts.”

Xian Ning arched a brow. “And?”

That mischievous expression again—the one she always wore when plotting.

“So… won’t you sit on top and make it better?”

With a playful wink, she looked like a loyal puppy begging for affection.

Xian Ning’s mind went blank, heat spreading everywhere.

“You! what nonsense are you spouting?!”

She shoved her away, eyes darting, cheeks crimson to the tips of her ears.

Doing such shameful things was already mortifying. And now she was expected to take the lead?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

“I’ll step out first. Call me when you’re done, I’ll help you out.”

Xian Ning braced herself against the edge of the tub and tried to stand, her legs weak and trembling after what had just happened, strength almost gone.

The bathwater rippled, bubbles drifting on the surface. She slipped, about to fall backward. Xue Yingxian caught her in a rush, but Xian Ning ended up sitting squarely in her lap. A muffled groan sounded in her ear.

Her gaze darted toward Yingxian’s injured leg—sure enough, the bandage was already seeping blood.

“Does it hurt? Let’s get out, I’ll change the dressing for you.”

But while she fretted, Yingxian’s eyes lingered on the pale curve of her neck, dark waves of desire churning within them.

When silence stretched too long, Xian Ning grew anxious.

“Are you—mmph!”

Before she could turn her head, Yingxian’s teeth sank into her neck.

Heat spread across her skin, wet and tingling, the scrape of her tongue sending jolts through her whole body.

“Don’t mess around. We need to treat your wound first.”

But Yingxian only nipped and teased that patch of tender flesh, her voice low and muffled. “It hurts… comfort me another way, Sister.”

Xian Ning fell silent.

She didn’t even need to ask what “another way” meant. It was just a different excuse for the same thing—only with their current position, she didn’t even have the choice.

Yingxian finally let go, resting her chin on Xian Ning’s shoulder. Her voice came out hoarse, almost pleading. “Sister… kiss me.”

She asked so sweetly, Xian Ning couldn’t bring herself to refuse. She turned and kissed her. Yingxian immediately captured her lips, tenderly tugging and caressing them, coaxing her deeper and deeper into the kiss.

Xian Ning’s heart beat faster. A restless heat rose in her chest, a need she couldn’t quite name but it left her aching.

Even as her tongue tangled with hers, Yingxian’s hand had already begun to wander down her waist.

The water only made everything easier. Before Xian Ning realized it, she was already caught in Yingxian’s rhythm.

“Xiao Xian…”

Yingxian tilted her chin up and silenced her with another hungry kiss. No more words allowed.

Her body slid helplessly downward, only for Yingxian to lift her again with strong, bloodied legs, ignoring the wound entirely.

By the time the kiss ended, Xian Ning’s head was spinning, starved of air, floating like she’d been pulled up into the clouds.

Tonight Yingxian was patient, almost deliberate, savoring every reaction. But the slowness left Xian Ning unbearably restless, like an itch that could never quite be scratched.

“Xiao Xian… Xiao Xian…”

Her voice trembled. She couldn’t bring herself to say it, but her eyes pleaded for what her lips couldn’t.

And Yingxian, of course, understood. She’d been waiting for this.

“What is it, Sister?”

The teasing lilt in her voice made Xian Ning’s cheeks burn. She grabbed at her arm, inch by inch, until her hand covered hers.

What a sly little pup. As if she’d ever lower herself to beg.

She tried to take matters into her own hands but Yingxian caught her wrist, pinning it against her chest with iron strength.

“No, Sister. Not like that.”

Xian Ning stared in disbelief. Yingxian only chuckled softly, nipping at her cheek.

Her flushed face was so sweet, so enticing, innocence and temptation blended together.

“Don’t bite me. I’m not food!” she protested breathlessly.

“You taste too good.”

The reply was followed by kisses scattered down her neck, collarbone, and beyond, each leaving a burning mark. Red blossoms bloomed across her skin, vivid as peach blossoms in full spring.

Yingxian’s hand never ceased its slow torment.

Xian Ning couldn’t stand it anymore. Shame burned in her throat, but she forced the words out. “Xiao Xian… faster… just a little…”

“How fast is ‘a little’?” she asked, smug and playful.

“You! Don’t push it!”

Her face was scarlet, eyes glistening. Yingxian relented, finally giving her what she craved.

With her lips and hands working together, it didn’t take long before Xian Ning lost herself completely.

By the end she was limp, collapsing against Yingxian’s chest, gasping for breath, the water’s bubbles hiding everything else.

It took her a long while to calm down, only for her gaze to land on Yingxian’s leg again. The wound was bleeding worse than before. A chill doused her in an instant.

“Why didn’t you say anything about your leg?”

Yingxian only nuzzled against her neck, trying to act spoiled.

“Xue Yingxian.”

Her name, said low and stern, made her freeze at once.

Xian Ning helped her rinse off, then got her to bed and carefully redressed the wound before tucking her in.

“Sleep. Be good.”

She turned to leave for her own room, wary of sharing a bed experience had taught her that nothing good came of it. This mischievous pup never kept her thoughts clean, even injured.

But Yingxian caught her hand, eyes full of wounded helplessness. “Sister, you’re not staying with me? What if my leg hurts in the night, what if I need the bathroom?”

Xian Ning gave her a flat look. “We’ll deal with it then.”

Still, when Yingxian rubbed her face against her palm like a dog begging affection, she softened.

“Stay. I promise I won’t do anything.”

Her gaze was earnest, clear, almost innocent. Against her better judgment, Xian Ning gave in.

But once under the covers, Yingxian wrapped around her like a little heater. At first it was comforting—until her hands started wandering.

“One more move and you’re out,” Xian Ning warned.

A meek “oh” was all the reply, and she settled—for a while.

Just as Xian Ning was drifting to sleep, she was startled awake by a fierce kiss, Yingxian’s hand pressing her closer.

She glared, only for Yingxian to lift her head and murmur, “Do you really not know what today is?”

Xian Ning blinked. November third. Nothing came to mind.

Her silence dimmed the light in Yingxian’s eyes. She wilted against her chest. “I knew it. You forgot.”

Panic prickled. Had she missed something important? It wasn’t either of their birthdays, nor their anniversary. What else could it be?

“Xiao Xian… tell me? Please? I promise I’ll remember this time.”

Slowly, Yingxian lifted her head. “Three years ago today, we met for the first time.”

Ah. No wonder she hadn’t remembered—it wasn’t her, back then.

“Oh… right, the day you returned to the Xue family.”

She nodded. “The day I met you.”

Xian Ning ruffled her hair with a smile. “We fought almost every day back then. Who would’ve thought we’d end up sharing a bed?”

A blush spread across Yingxian’s cheeks. She pressed closer, as though she could fuse herself into her.

“I was immature back then. If I hurt you… I hope you can forgive me.”

Xian Ning’s heart softened. If anything, I should be the one apologizing.

Out loud she only said gently, “The past is past. What matters is now.”

Yingxian’s eyes glowed. She leaned in for another kiss, and this time Xian Ning didn’t pull away. In fact, she surprised herself by taking the lead—only for Yingxian to reclaim dominance midway, deepening the kiss until they were breathing in sync, their breaths mingling.

Just when Xian Ning was on the edge of faint from lack of air, something else stole her focus, slipping through her body before she could stop it.

“You!”

Her protest was cut off by another kiss. Yingxian whispered against her lips, “You forgot today. This is your punishment.”

…She really had no defense against her.

Twenty-year-olds were brimming with energy and she supposed this was only natural.

But Yingxian, with all her shameless sweet-talk, nearly made her ears burn.

“Sister, can you feel it? It likes you so much.”

“You’re trembling… are you close?”

Xian Ning slapped a hand over her mouth before she could say more, her lashes trembling, eyes wet.

Yingxian only smiled, kissing her temple, her cheek, soothing her through the storm.

When it ended, Xian Ning was weak as water, her eyes glazed with tears, too exhausted even to move.

Yingxian raised a hand, staring at the liquid glistening there. Her gaze darkened briefly—then she brought her fingers to her lips.

The sight made Xian Ning’s mind go blank, her throat choking with shame.

Yingxian looked at her tear-streaked, trembling face and smiled. “What’s wrong?”

Xian Ning was so flustered she couldn’t even make a sound.

“How… how can you eat that?”

Xue Yingxian answered matter-of-factly, “Why not?” Then she pressed her lips against Xian Ning’s, tangling with her breathlessly.

“See? Sister, you try it too. It’s sweet.”

Xian Ning couldn’t taste anything at all—her reason was slipping away, consumed by the heat of the kiss.

For some reason, Yingxian seemed unusually excited tonight, clinging to her and refusing to let go. At first, Xian Ning thought she should resist, but soon even the strength to refuse melted away.

The small lamp at the head of the bed stayed on all night. When dawn broke and pale light spilled into the room, Xian Ning finally couldn’t hold out any longer and drifted into a deep sleep. Yingxian lay beside her, watching her face for a long, long time.

*******

The very next morning, Father Xue made good on his word. He stormed off early to demand justice for his daughter. Tang Ran had long been eager to send Tang Di away, and now he finally had the perfect excuse. He promised again and again that he would have Tang Di sent overseas as soon as possible.

Once Tang Di was gone, the illegitimate son stepped into the spotlight. Tang Ran didn’t care in the slightest what society whispered—he openly began grooming Tang Xiao as his successor.

Not long after Tang Xiao’s return to the Tang family, Tang Ran held a grand banquet for him, inviting notable figures from both politics and business. He was determined to carve out a place for his son in high society.

Naturally, the Xue family was on the guest list. Yingxian had wanted to go with Xian Ning, but since Xian Ning had evening classes, she ended up going with her parents instead.

The Xues rarely hosted social events of their own, so this was also a chance for them to widen their circle. For that reason, Yingxian hadn’t refused.

She parted ways with her parents shortly after arriving because each had their own circles, and sticking together would only be inconvenient.

Zhong Ning was there as well. As one of the hottest rising stars in the entertainment world, she was clearly invited to add glamour to the event.

Yingxian watched her for a while and soon noticed how Zhong Ning’s gaze never strayed from Chu Ling. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

So thoroughly captivated.

But then again, wasn’t she herself the same? Completely captured by Xian Ning.

When it was almost time for Xian Ning’s class to end, Yingxian decided to leave early. Unexpectedly, Tang Ran stopped her, insisting on introducing her to Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao was three years younger than Tang Di and two years older than her. With his long, narrow eyes and slim face, his features leaned toward delicate and almost effeminate.

On a woman, such looks would have been stunning. But on a man, they gave off a strangely unsettling feeling.

From the very first glance, Yingxian disliked him.

“Xiao Xian,” Tang Ran said warmly, “Tang Xiao doesn’t have many friends. Could you keep him company for me? I still have some guests to attend to…”

The words were polite, but she knew exactly what he was implying.

There were plenty of young heirs at this banquet, all of similar age to Tang Xiao, so why ask her, unless he had other motives?

Maintaining her polite smile, Yingxian replied, “I’m sorry, Uncle Tang, but I have something urgent and need to leave. Perhaps Xiao Ce over there can keep Second Young Master company.”

And before leaving, she even thoughtfully called Xiao Ce over.

Throughout the entire exchange, Tang Xiao hadn’t said a single word. Only when Yingxian walked away did his eyes linger on her back for more than ten seconds.

Later, when Yingxian went to pick up Xian Ning after class, the moment she saw her, she pulled her into her arms and nuzzled against her endlessly.

Xian Ning was used to it by now. She simply stroked her hair soothingly.

“Xian Ning,” Yingxian said, “I think it’s time we go public.”

“Why?” Xian Ning asked.

She had been thinking about it herself lately. With their birthdays coming up, she had been torn about whether to confess everything then.

“I just feel like the time has come. Don’t you think so? How much longer are you planning to hide me?”

Her protest came in the form of rubbing harder against Xian Ning’s chin, tickling her.

“All right, all right,” Xian Ning said, laughing, “let me sound out our parents first. Once I know where they stand, we’ll decide when to tell them, okay?”

Yingxian didn’t reply. She just kept rubbing against her.

“If you keep this up, I’ll leave,” Xian Ning teased, tilting her head back with a smile.

Yingxian pulled her into a tight embrace, murmuring, “Fine. I’ll be good.”

Xian Ning chuckled and ruffled her soft hair. After all this time, she had completely mastered how to handle her little wolfdog.

They cuddled for a while longer, then started the car to grab some late-night food.

Yingxian had originally planned to tell her about the encounter with Tang Xiao at the banquet, but after some thought, decided to let it go. It wasn’t that important anyway.

*********

The next day, her father told her that the Tang family had expressed interest in forming a marriage alliance.

Yingxian was dumbfounded. Hadn’t her rejection last night been obvious enough? And now they were taking it to her father?

“And what did you say?” she asked.

“What else could I say?” her father replied. “The usual excuse that it depends on your wishes.”

“Dad,” Yingxian said helplessly, “next time, just reject them outright. I don’t like Tang Xiao at all.”

At that moment, her mother came downstairs and overheard. She cut in sharply: “What do you mean, leaving it up to her? Tang Xiao is an illegitimate child! Do you really want our daughter marrying into that?”

Father Xue rubbed his nose awkwardly. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

Mother Xue huffed in exasperation and ignored him, then turned to her daughter. “Don’t worry. If they bring it up again, I’ll reject them myself.”

“Thank you, Mom~” Yingxian beamed.

Soon enough, it was Xian Ning’s birthday. She had originally planned something simple, just dinner with family, but Yingxian refused. If they did it that way, she wouldn’t truly count as part of the family and couldn’t join.

After some thought, they decided to host a joint celebration with both the Xue and Lu families at a hotel.

Yingxian ordered a huge cake. When the candles were lit, Xian Ning pressed her hands together and closed her eyes to make a wish. The candlelight softened her features, sharpening her delicate contours even more.

Standing beside her, Yingxian couldn’t help but think she was breathtakingly beautiful. She quietly took out her phone and snapped several photos.

When it came time to cut the cake, Xian Ning gave Yingxian the slice with the most fruit, and Yingxian’s heart felt warm and full. She loved these small, secret signs of favoritism.

Halfway through the meal, Xian Ning, after drinking too much coconut milk, hurried to the restroom. Yingxian followed soon after but was stopped at the corner by Tang Xiao.

“My father said you don’t think much of me,” he said flatly. “I know I’m not good enough, but I can change myself to suit your liking.”

He sounded sincere, but Yingxian saw through him instantly. He wasn’t doing this because he liked her. It was to curry favor.

“If the only reason you want to change is to please your father, then don’t bother,” she said coolly. “That’s exactly what drove your brother to madness before he was shipped off overseas.”

Tang Xiao dropped his gaze, clearly stung by being seen through.

Yingxian brushed past him, but then he called out: “But if it were because I like you, would you give me a chance?”

Just then, Xian Ning come out from the restroom—only to hear someone confessing to her girlfriend. In a flash, she crossed the distance and heard Tang Xiao continue:

“You’re single, aren’t you? Just give me one chance.”

Xian Ning slid her arm through Yingxian’s and leaned sweetly against her shoulder, a satisfied little smile on her lips.

“Who told you she’s single?”

Tang Xiao froze, stunned. Seeing their closeness, his expression grew complicated.

Yingxian smiled. “As you can see, the one by my side is my lover.”

With a sharp clatter, something dropped to the floor. All three of them turned toward the sound.

Lu Han stood there, frozen in place, sadness flickering in her eyes. At her feet lay a beautifully wrapped gift box.

Beside her, staring in shock, were Mother Xue and Mother Lu with faces full of disbelief.