After Breaking Off the Engagement, The Young Lady Deeply Regretted It - Chapter 4

Pei Lu clutched her chest dramatically and said in an exaggerated tone:
“You’re so cold.”

Jing Xiao didn’t deny her coldness. She shook the seawater from her hair, ignored Pei Lu’s endless chatter, and sat down with her juice on Fan Qingyu’s beach chair.

Fan Qingyu shifted a little to the side, hugging her knees to make room. Briefly ignoring Pei Lu, she rested a hand on the back of Jing Xiao’s hand and asked:
“Why aren’t you swimming anymore?”

“A little tired, so I came over to rest.” As she spoke, Jing Xiao rested her chin on the curve of Fan Qingyu’s shoulder, brushing closer to her neck and mischievously blowing a puff of air.

Fan Qingyu was ticklish. With a giggle, she pushed Jing Xiao away and scratched the palm of her hand lightly:
“That tickles—don’t blow on my neck.”

Jing Xiao bit at the strap of her camisole. With just the slightest tug, the top would slip down, exposing the faint marks on her chest. Fan Qingyu instantly guessed her intention, softening her voice in plea:
“No, someone will see.”

Jing Xiao showed no intention of stopping. She whispered against her ear:
“So what if they see? Let her see what we’ve done.”

Fan Qingyu’s eyes reddened along with her cheeks. Her body trembled as she leaned against Jing Xiao, whispering:
“Don’t let outsiders see.”

“Beg me.” Jing Xiao grew interested, her hand gripping Fan Qingyu’s thigh, her thumb deliberately rubbing the tender flesh of her inner thigh. “Then… promise me two things.”

“Please…” Fan Qingyu’s ears flushed crimson, her voice as small as a mosquito’s buzz as she yielded:
“I promise, just let go first.”

Satisfied, Jing Xiao released her and cheerfully said:
“Stay away from that flashy woman.”

Fan Qingyu rested her chin on her knees, silently nodding in agreement:
“And then?”

“Are you two seriously going to flirt right in front of me?” Pei Lü cut in, her teeth aching with envy. “Your relationship sure is sweet.”

“Thank you, I think so too.” Jing Xiao gave her a radiant smile before adding, “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

Pei Lu folded her arms with a scoff:
“Tch, as if I care.”

Fan Qingyu rubbed at her throbbing temple, unwilling to listen to their bickering any longer. She tied up her hair:
“I’m sweaty—I’ll go take a shower.”

“I was just swimming too, I’ll come wash as well.” Jing Xiao said.

Pei Lu ground her teeth:
“Fine, fine, I’ll go later too.”

Watching the couple’s backs as they walked away, Pei Lu almost jumped up to hurl a coconut at Jing Xiao.

The bathhouse had staff on hand, with individual cubicles for each person. Jing Xiao glanced inside but stepped back out, asking a staff member for a plate of Shine Muscat grapes. The attendant relayed her request over the intercom.

Soon after, another staff member arrived with a large plate of the glossy grapes, bowing slightly:
“Miss Jing, do you need me to bring these in for you?”

“No, thank you.” Jing Xiao flashed a cryptic smile, picked one grape and popped it into her mouth. The sweet and tart juice burst across her tongue as she made her way to Fan Qingyu’s cubicle.

Fan Qingyu had just stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower to cool. Testing the water temperature with her hand, she stepped under the spray—only for the door to open.

Jing Xiao entered, locking it behind her. The space was small, and with the two of them inside, it felt crowded. Dressed neatly, Jing Xiao still carried the plate of grapes. Fan Qingyu plucked one, slipping it between her lips before setting the rest on the shelf.
“Why aren’t you showering?”

Before the grape slid down her throat, Jing Xiao gripped her waist, pressed her soft lips over hers, and deepened the kiss with a firm hand on the back of her head.

Fan Qingyu let out a few muffled sounds, yielding to the kiss as grape-flavored sweetness spread through her mouth. Jing Xiao’s tongue was agile—gentle yet irresistible. Fan Qingyu’s breathing grew heavy, her cheeks burning red. She gasped for air when she could, breathlessly pleading:
“Don’t… let go.”

Jing Xiao’s hand slipped lower, settling between her legs. Fan Qingyu anticipated what was coming and tried to retreat toward the corner:
“Not here—let’s wait until we’re home.”

“Why not? This is my second request.” Jing Xiao unhooked the handheld showerhead, turned the water to scalding hot, and tapped it against her lower back. “Spread your legs. Test the water temperature.”

Fan Qingyu’s heart raced. She lowered her eyes:
“Really, not here. When we’re home—you can do whatever you want.”

Jing Xiao chuckled softly:
“Since when do you get to choose the timing?”

That shower turned out unbearably long. Fan Qingyu clung to her shoulders, her body trembling uncontrollably, her head dizzy, her legs so weak she could barely stand. Little pleas slipped from her throat, only fueling Jing Xiao’s excitement.

“How’s the water temperature?” Jing Xiao lifted her chin. “Answer me.”

“A little hot.” Fan Qingyu met her gaze, her heartbeat reaching an unprecedented pace.

Amusement flickered in Jing Xiao’s eyes:
“You like it? Seems you enjoy hot water.”

“…I do, but—”

“No buts.” Jing Xiao switched off the shower, squatting down with her mouth open. “Spread yourself.”

“You’re taking forever in there.” Pei Lu’s impatient voice rang out. She opened the cubicle beside theirs and mused aloud:
“You two sharing one stall?”

Still crouched, Jing Xiao didn’t stop her movements. She flicked her tongue and calmly answered:
“Xiao Yu bumped her leg and bruised it. I’m helping her rub it out.”

“Knew it.” Pei Lu snorted, turning on her shower and humming a tune.

Jing Xiao continued teasing until Fan Qingyu, stifling her moans behind her hand, teared up from the overwhelming sensations. She smacked Jing Xiao’s shoulder weakly:
“Softer, please.”

Jing Xiao pressed a finger to her lips for silence, whispering:
“Why can’t you close up again?”

Then she plucked up a grape between two fingers.
“I want grape juice.”

When they finally emerged, half the grapes were gone. Fan Qingyu, now in a shirt and trousers, leaned against Jing Xiao for support, limping slightly.

Pei Lu, clad in a form-fitting dress that hugged her curves, noticed Fan Qingyu’s odd gait. She reached out to help:
“Is Xiao Yu’s leg really that bad?”

“It’s fine.” Jing Xiao smoothly blocked her, pulling Fan Qingyu entirely into her embrace. “We’ll head back—you stay as you like.”

Without Fan Qingyu, Pei Lu had no reason to linger. She waved her hand in reluctant concern:
“Rest well then. I’ll visit you next time.”

Recalling the ordeal she’d just suffered, Fan Qingyu quickly shook her head:
“No need. Don’t come.”

Cut off so decisively, Pei Lu wasn’t angry—just regretful.
“Alright then.”

Their relaxation time had been cut in half, but Jing Xiao was in excellent spirits, staring out the car window, utterly indifferent to Fan Qingyu’s discomfort.

Unable to bear it any longer, Fan Qingyu leaned in, her voice barely audible:
“Can I… take the grapes out once we’re home?”

“No.” Jing Xiao refused mercilessly. She cupped Fan Qingyu’s chin, pinching it lightly. “I told you—I want grape juice.”

On the verge of tears, Fan Qingyu pleaded:
“I’ll juice them for you at home, please… let me…”

Jing Xiao silenced her with a hand over her lips:
“Unless you want me to play with you in the kitchen.”

Her begging useless, Fan Qingyu pressed a hand against her taut stomach, cheeks aflame with the reminder of the grapes inside her. Lowering her request, she whispered:
“Then… at least fewer? They’re about to fall out.”

Jing Xiao arched a brow:
“Dare you?”

Fan Qingyu dropped her head, looking every bit the bullied little wife, lips quivering:
“When will they come out then?”

At last, Jing Xiao’s heart softened. She rubbed her head:
“If you behave, tonight.”

“What counts as behaving?” Fan Qingyu twisted her fingers nervously.

Jing Xiao tugged on her soft earlobe:
“I told you—I want grape juice.”

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