After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 33

Xian Ning couldn’t see, but she could guess Qin Rong’s expression from her rough, urgent breathing.

She was clearly consumed by desire.

Qin Rong held Xian Ning, kissing and biting her, leaving a trail of bruises and hickeys. Her pupils were a brilliant dark red, and danger swirled within them.

She looked at Xian Ning beneath her. Her flushed cheeks were as beautiful as peach blossoms. Her eyes were clouded with a thin film of tears. Her nose was small and upturned. Her lips were swollen and red, with small cuts on them that bled, a hook that pulled at her heart.

Qin Rong could hear her own heartbeat. She licked her lips, purposely ignoring that enchanting part of Xian Ning, and let her gaze fall.

Her neck was also completely covered in marks. The hickeys stood out against the bite marks, like plump, tempting fruits.

Beneath the thin skin, the blue veins were clearly visible. Xian Ning’s pulse in her neck sounded amplified, each beat loud and clear, slowly syncing with Qin Rong’s own heartbeat.

She reached out and caressed Xian Ning’s neck, her fingers slowly tightening. A small whimper escaped Xian Ning’s lips, and she looked incredibly fragile.

Qin Rong felt the pulse under her hand and unconsciously tightened her grip. So delicate. Like a newborn kitten. A little more pressure, and she would be dead.

The tears that had gathered in Xian Ning’s eyes finally began to fall, rolling down her cheeks.

She reached up and grabbed Qin Rong’s wrist, calling out her name. Qin Rong snapped out of her trance. Seeing Xian Ning’s flushed face, she recoiled as if she had been burned, pulling her hand back abruptly.

Xian Ning gasped for air. Her round eyes, unable to focus, looked even more innocent and helpless, making her look utterly pitiful.

She didn’t let go of Qin Rong’s wrist. Instead, she tightened her grip, her fingers lacing with Qin Rong’s.

“Qin Rong, what’s wrong with you?”

Something was very wrong.

Qin Rong, while not always reserved, was never this rough or violent. She had a strange wildness about her now, like a beast that had been caged for a long time and was now out of control.

And her actions felt familiar.

Uncontrollable wildness, bloodlust, savagery…

Could it be…

Xian Ning’s heart pounded. Guilt and panic washed over her. She thought her leaving was for Qin Rong’s own good, but she never imagined Qin Rong had already made such a great sacrifice for her.

No wonder the demonic energy was gone after Fan Hua rescued her. She had thought it was some kind of spiritual rebirth, but it was because someone had taken the burden on for her.

Qin Rong looked at her tears. Her eyes flickered, and she looked away.

These tears aren’t for me. She hardened her heart.

A gentle breeze blew through, rustling the bed curtains. A faint bamboo scent drifted into the room. Qin Rong frowned, and her gaze grew cold.

This was Fan Hua’s signature scent. Why was it in Xian Ning’s room? Had they…

Xian Ning had jumped off a cliff right in front of her. Qin Rong had searched everywhere, thinking she had lost her forever. She never imagined she would be hidden here by Fan Hua, living a peaceful life.

She had stayed here of her own free will. Fan Hua hadn’t forced her.

Everything pointed to Xian Ning’s suicide being a ruse, a conspiracy with Fan Hua to fake her death and run away to live happily ever after.

A surge of rage and dark energy swelled in her chest, making her already sinister eyes even colder, like shards of ice with sharp edges.

She stared at Xian Ning, and a cold smile suddenly touched her lips.

“Was it fun to deceive me, Little Senior Sister?”

She ground out the words, as if she were tearing Xian Ning apart.

Xian Ning felt Qin Rong’s change in mood and swallowed hard. She could feel Qin Rong’s fiery gaze on her, a flame that quickly set her on fire.

Her skin felt like it was burning, a tingling pain. She didn’t know where Qin Rong’s gaze was, but it felt like she was being stared at all over, from her skin to her bones, as if she would be seen through.

Xian Ning reached out to touch her, but her hand was grabbed. She gasped, instinctively trying to close her legs.

The hand that had just been on her body was now holding hers tightly. It was warm and slick, and the force of it made her bones crack.

Just as Xian Ning thought her fingers would break, Qin Rong let go of her hand. Her hand fell to Xian Ning’s stomach.

Xian Ning trembled and tried to grab her hand. It was held above her head as Qin Rong leaned down.

The hand on her stomach moved upward, stopping and starting, using her body as a large canvas, smearing the moisture from her hands onto Xian Ning’s delicate skin.

The shape didn’t matter. Qin Rong just wanted to make her feel dirty.

Her slender fingers moved to Xian Ning’s beautiful chin, prying open her lips and holding her soft tongue, an intimate and provocative gesture. She moved her lips to Xian Ning’s ear, her voice soft and possessive.

“Why aren’t you answering? Hmm?”

Xian Ning couldn’t answer. She could only make broken sounds. Her lips and tongue were now covered in a clear, sticky fluid that tasted salty.

Qin Rong didn’t expect Xian Ning to answer. In fact, she had covered her mouth because she was afraid of what Xian Ning would say.

She felt pathetic and pitiful, but she was terrified of a definite answer.

If Xian Ning really wanted to be with Fan Hua, what would she do? Would she leave in shame? If it were that easy to let go, why would she have chased her for so long?

Nothing could separate them but death.

Even if Xian Ning didn’t love her, she would haunt her for the rest of her life, and after death, she would continue to haunt her in the next life.

Before, she wouldn’t have dared to let Xian Ning know her thoughts, fearing she would run away. Now, she wished Xian Ning knew just how relentless she could be.

“Little Senior Sister, you will never be free of me in this lifetime.”

A foreign object invaded her throat, and Xian Ning’s body convulsed, tears streaming from her eyes, soaking her lashes. Her helpless and pitiful state only made Qin Rong’s gaze deepen.

With a mischievous poke, Qin Rong pulled her hand out, looked at the saliva on it, and let one side of her mouth curl up in an incredibly evil smile.

“Aren’t you going to fight back, Little Senior Sister? If you’re going to let me have my way with you, I won’t be gentle.”

As soon as the words were spoken, she plunged back in, giving Xian Ning no chance to react, let alone resist.

Xian Ning’s lashes were wet and clumped together, looking like sunflowers facing the sun. Each blink was incredibly alluring.

She bit her lower lip to stifle her moans, her large, tear-filled eyes looking at Qin Rong. The washed-clean pupils were a brilliant black, clearly reflecting Qin Rong’s face.

A tear rolled down her cheek. Xian Ning blinked gently, her voice faint. “Rongrong, you… Mmph!“

The sound was brutally cut short. Xian Ning’s eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly caught in a storm.

Qin Rong stared at her parted lips. A desire festered in the darkness. Xian Ning’s eyes looked lost and helpless, and the vulnerability she showed made Qin Rong even more out of control.

She thought that not only would she not be gentle, but she would chew her up and swallow her whole, until their flesh and blood became one and inseparable.

Xian Ning’s wrists moved violently, and she began to lose control of her sounds. Qin Rong leaned down to kiss her, freeing her lower lip from being bitten.

Xian Ning’s mouth couldn’t close. The saliva she couldn’t swallow streamed from the corner of her lips. The sound of their lips and teeth intertwining grew louder, echoing in the quiet room.

Qin Rong had no skill, only brute instinct. She simply wanted to leave her mark on Xian Ning, to make her completely her own.

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The nights in the mountains were windy. Fan Hua had prepared a beautiful silk blanket for Xian Ning. It was cool and smooth. With just a little bit of force, the person on top would slide around.

Xian Ning’s head kept moving upward, so Qin Rong had to use her legs to hold her in place as she continued to leave her marks.

Xian Ning’s eyes were completely clouded with tears, and only a hint of suppressed desire was visible. Her eyes were flushed a deep crimson, and her entire body turned pink.

With a sudden muffled gasp, Qin Rong’s tongue was bitten hard. She propped herself up and moved away from Xian Ning, holding out her bleeding tongue.

“Is that all the fight you have?”

Fireworks were going off in Xian Ning’s head. She could hear Qin Rong’s voice but couldn’t make out her words.

After the intense climax, an indescribable emptiness filled her. She pulled her hands from Qin Rong’s grasp and wrapped them around her waist.

Qin Rong froze, her expression stiff.

She had expected Xian Ning to fight back or to simply submit. Why was she suddenly…

Xian Ning pulled her closer, burying her face in the crook of Qin Rong’s neck. She let out a sigh of contentment, feeling safe in her arms.

Qin Rong’s expression was complex. She opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

She knew this woman was untrustworthy, yet she was still falling for her gentleness. On the surface, it seemed like Qin Rong was in control, but Xian Ning was the one who had always held the advantage.

Neither of them spoke again. The only sound in the silent room was their intertwined breathing. Time seemed to slow down.

A noise came from the forest. Xian Ning couldn’t hear it, but Qin Rong could.

“Your good sister seems to be back.”

Xian Ning instantly tensed up. She reached out to push Qin Rong away.

Qin Rong looked down at her look of resistance, a cold smile on her lips. She deliberately moved closer, putting her full weight on Xian Ning.

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid your good sister will see our tryst (a private romantic rendezvous between lovers)? Feeling guilty?”

Xian Ning’s expression froze. The hand on Qin Rong’s chest curled into a fist, giving her a light, but firm, pinch.

“This isn’t a tryst.”

Qin Rong asked mockingly, “Then what is it?”

“I only see Sister Yin as a sister. We have a pure relationship.”

“Pure?” Qin Rong’s smile turned dangerous, a flash of murder in her eyes. “Then you won’t mind if I kill her?”

“No!” Xian Ning said quickly. “She saved my life. You can’t kill her.”

Qin Rong laughed. Her voice was clear and melodic, like pearls falling to the ground, but to Xian Ning, it had a sinister undertone.

“In the end, you can’t bear to let her go. Then I’ll…”

Qin Rong drew out the end of her sentence, as if she were plotting something wicked. It sounded ominous.

Just as Xian Ning was about to say something, her voice was cut off by a sudden movement, replaced by a soft whimper.

“I’ll let her see how debauched and alluring you are now.”

“No, don’t…”

Qin Rong covered Xian Ning’s mouth and lifted her from the bed with one arm.

Xian Ning’s feet dangled in the air. She didn’t dare struggle too violently. Only broken sounds escaped through her fingers.

Bang! Qin Rong pressed Xian Ning against the door. She held her from behind, her chest pressed against Xian Ning’s back, leaving no space between them.

“Quietly now. Your good sister is already in the yard.”

Footsteps in the courtyard were getting closer. Xian Ning held her breath, terrified of being found out.

Qin Rong sneered, glancing at the person in the courtyard. Her palm moved, digging in deeper and deeper, carving a path into the deepest part of her.

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