After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 34

Xian Ning endured the violent assault while straining to hear any movement from the courtyard, terrified that Fan Hua would suddenly open the door.

Qin Rong seemed completely lost in the act, putting her full force into every movement. If Xian Ning hadn’t been holding on, the door would have been squeaking with every thud.

But under the repeated, brutal thrusts, Xian Ning couldn’t hold on much longer. Her arms were sore and weak, and her legs were turning to jelly.

“Qin Rong, no… Mmph!“

As if she had known what Xian Ning was about to say, Qin Rong covered her mouth the moment she opened it.

“Shh.”

“Don’t speak.”

She nudged Xian Ning’s cheek, her lips pressing against her flushed ear. She nudged her way to the earlobe and bit it softly.

“We’re having a secret affair. Is it okay if we get caught?”

Xian Ning’s body trembled at the word “affair.” A dangerous glint appeared in Qin Rong’s eyes, and her lips curled into a mysterious smile.

“So this is what you like, Little Senior Sister? Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

She purposefully put emphasis on “Little Senior Sister,” drawing out the last syllables. Her tone was teasing, yet also affectionate.

Xian Ning turned in confusion, her eyes “looking” in her direction. Her pupils, washed clean by tears, were as bright as gems.

“Qin Rong, please don’t be like this.”

Her pleading tone, combined with her soft, innocent face, was an unbeatable weapon.

Qin Rong’s breathing stopped for a moment. Her gaze grew darker, like a moonless night.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably against her chest, as if it wanted to break free.

The sound was so loud that Xian Ning would hear it if she got any closer. Instead of covering her mouth, Qin Rong grabbed her neck and kissed her lips.

She kissed her with a brutal, savage roughness. The small cuts on Xian Ning’s lips began to bleed again. Qin Rong greedily licked and swallowed every drop, mixing it with her saliva before starting a new round of chaos.

Sucking and nibbling, Xian Ning’s tongue went numb, and her lips lost all feeling. Qin Rong was still not satisfied. She tangled with Xian Ning’s soft tongue, stealing all the air from her lungs.

Xian Ning couldn’t breathe. She tried to push Qin Rong away, but it only made Qin Rong’s conquest more aggressive.

A sharp pain came from her lips and tongue, and Xian Ning couldn’t help but wonder if Qin Rong was deliberately “punishing” her.

Xian Ning began to feel lightheaded. Her limbs grew weak. Bang! She slammed against the door.

The old wooden door wasn’t very sturdy. The impact made it creak and groan.

Xian Ning’s senses snapped back. She froze, clinging to the door, not daring to make a sound.

Fan Hua had to have heard that.

Sure enough, the footsteps got closer and stopped in front of the door.

“Xian Ning, did you fall?”

Xian Ning’s body was tense. She bit her lower lip, not daring to make a sound. Qin Rong leaned in, her voice low. “Why don’t you answer? Listen to how worried she is. What if you don’t say anything and she rushes in?”

Xian Ning’s body shook. Just as she was about to speak, her voice was replaced by a soft moan.

She grabbed Qin Rong’s hand, her voice pleading. “No, please don’t… not now…”

“I think now is the perfect time.”

Qin Rong’s voice was laced with a cruel taunt. She thrust even deeper than before. Every movement was enough to make Xian Ning lose her mind.

The door shook. The person outside wasn’t in a hurry, patiently waiting for her answer.

Xian Ning bit her tongue and took a deep breath. “I’m fine. I’m… mmh… I’m all right…”

The last words were a muffled mess. She collapsed in Qin Rong’s arms, her skin turning red with shame. The tears she had been holding back finally streamed down her face.

Big, fat tears dropped onto Qin Rong’s arm. Qin Rong’s hand, which was wrapped around Xian Ning’s neck, tightened in reflex. Hearing Xian Ning’s muffled gasp, she immediately let go.

The tears on her arm felt like poison, burning her skin and causing her heart to ache.

No matter the circumstances, she couldn’t bear to see Xian Ning cry.

Even if Xian Ning had run away to be with another woman, seeing her tears still made her heart hurt.

Qin Rong lowered her gaze, her long lashes hiding the complex emotions in her eyes.

There was no sound outside. Xian Ning didn’t know if Fan Hua had left, but she couldn’t hold back anymore. She began to sob, a sound filled with sorrow.

“Why are you doing this? Do you… hate me that much?”

The more she spoke, the more she cried. Her voice was broken and shaky.

Qin Rong’s heart twisted. It was a bittersweet feeling. She reached out to wipe Xian Ning’s tears, but Xian Ning turned her head away in a fit of rage, not letting her touch her.

“Go away.”

Xian Ning felt she wasn’t a melodramatic person, but because it was Qin Rong, she felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.

Qin Rong glanced outside. The courtyard was empty, and the door was closed.

She looked down at Xian Ning, counting every tear that rolled down her cheek. It felt like a heavy stone had been placed on her heart.

Are you crying like this because you’re afraid your good sister will misunderstand?

A fire seemed to ignite in her crimson pupils, burning away all her rationality. She gripped Xian Ning’s waist and began to thrust without a shred of pity. Xian Ning’s sobs became broken and disjointed.

A warm liquid splattered on her palm. Xian Ning arched her neck. Her slender, pale throat was marked with a dark red hickey.

Qin Rong’s canines lengthened. Her dark eyes became bloodthirsty and cold. She leaned in and bit down on that graceful neck.

“You will never, ever be rid of me!”

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