After Breaking Up with the Stoic CEO - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: To the Hotel

Repay… or stay?

The pronunciation was identical, but the meanings were worlds apart.

For the first time, Lu Wu felt such intense hesitation and turbulence over a single word. She asked cautiously, “What did you say?”

Li Jin leaned her face closer, repeating word for word: “How do you plan to… stay with me?”

Her elegant, fine eyebrows arched slightly. Her thin lips parted and closed amidst the overflowing neon nightscape; before the alcoholic vapors could dissipate, they were coated with a faint, inviting sheen of moisture. Her stiff, serious suit jacket was still draped properly over her shoulders, but the collar of the haute couture shirt beneath was half-unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of cleavage that teased with words left unsaid.

This was the tightly-bound Li Jin, yet also a Li Jin who was sexy and self-aware.

Lu Wu didn’t dare stare directly. Belatedly, she averted her eyes and spoke with a lack of confidence, “How do you want me to stay with you?”

Li Jin let out a light chuckle, as if she had long expected this reaction. “Have you never been in a relationship?”

It was a question, but she used a definitive tone.

The silent terrace, the overly ambiguous atmosphere. Two women, flushed with alcohol under the dim yellow light. It felt as if something was bound to happen in the next second.

Lu Wu’s chest felt hot, and her thoughts strayed far away. She licked her lips. “Have you?”

Li Jin glanced at Lu Wu but remained silent. Obviously, this question did nothing to fuel the current mood. Even the tiny spark that had just struggled to ignite seemed about to be blown out. Seeing the other woman take a step back, clearly intending to widen the distance, Lu Wu’s throat tightened. Without time to think, she reached out and grabbed Li Jin’s hand.

Li Jin’s frame was slight and lean, her wrists so slender they seemed fragile. Lu Wu could easily wrap her hand around one; the knuckles beneath her palm were distinct and prominent, feeling a bit hard.

Because the movement was so abrupt, Li Jin tilted her head, demanding an explanation. Lu Wu opened her mouth and said dryly, “It’s no big deal if you have.”

Li Jin looked down at their “entangled” hands, her tone meaningful. “So?”

Silence fell. Li Jin lowered her gaze. When she spoke again, her voice had calmed significantly. “Let’s go inside.”

The conversation came to a screeching halt, as if someone had artificially drawn a period. Lu Wu felt the skin of Li Jin’s hand was cool; the woman’s face was cold, yet her eyes were not entirely without ripples.

Lu Wu’s thoughts were a mess. She thought: Sometimes Li Jin acts like two different people.

The smoking, drinking, seductive enchantress. The abstinent, rigorous, cold professional.

She couldn’t tell which Li Jin was real and which was a facade. She could even less discern the other’s likes, dislikes, joys, or sorrows. But setting everything aside, one thing was clear: at this moment, she was holding Li Jin’s hand, and Li Jin hadn’t pulled away.

Lu Wu took a deep breath and made a decision. She proactively tightened her grip on that wrist, leaned in close to Li Jin’s face, and pressed against her lips.

She traced them lightly and shallowly, moistening them. The initial taste was a faint tobacco flavor, tinged with bitterness. Then came an imperceptible sweetness. The further she went, the more fragrant it became, making it almost impossible to pull away. Lu Wu was reluctant, but she knew when to stop while things were good.

She pulled back slightly and teased in a whispered breath: “I don’t know how… you can teach me.”

The hot, youthful breath hit the side of Li Jin’s face, along with the lingering sensation of the kiss. It was like a spark hitting a fuse and releasing a sky full of fireworks or like lava splashing into a calm spring, turning all that stillness into a boiling, surging heat.

For the first time in a long while, Li Jin felt a sense of tension. Frames of memory flashed through her mind: the pure white T-shirt clinging to Lu Wu’s front, soaked with wine; the tight waistline revealed when the outer layer was shed; and the forearms that hinted at hidden strength.

She tried to remain silent, hoping to brush over the fluctuations in her heart. But the person opposite her was sharper than expected. In her peripheral vision, she saw Lu Wu’s eyes light up, flickering like stars in the night.

Lu Wu did indeed sense something unusual the erratic breathing in her ear, and those eyes that had darkened in color. She saw her own reflection within them.

Lu Wu felt thirsty. She picked up the nearby glass and drained it. Only when the glass hit the table did she realize it was Li Jin’s drink. She muttered an apology.

Seeing the girl’s flustered state, Li Jin regained her effortless composure. She said softly, “You’re only saying sorry now?”

Lu Wu’s brows curved, and she laughed unconsciously. True. She had already done much more reckless things to Li Jin; this wasn’t something that could be settled with a few apologies.

In that case.

Lu Wu paused for a few seconds. Once again, she leaned forward and earnestly kissed those lips that had been haunting her dreams.

Li Jin didn’t dodge. She gently closed her eyes, allowing her body to be overtaken by the strange sensations, gradually softening bit by bit.

Hum—

The lights on the terrace suddenly went out. The faint light from outside flickered in. People inside the bar could only vaguely see shadows standing there, but they couldn’t see clearly what they were doing.

The two remained hidden in the darkness, drifting together. This was no longer just a simple press of lips. It was a direct entry, a tangle of tongues. The kiss was mixed with too many other elements: raw desire and a youthful, sincere affection.

They both knew exactly what was about to happen. Lu Wu had no experience in this area; impulse was her only teacher. The kiss deepened, becoming uncontrollable. Her hands rested on Li Jin’s waist, pulling her as tight as possible, as if trying to rub the woman into her own body.

Li Jin was squeezed so hard she could barely breathe. She pushed Lu Wu slightly, her eyes filled with a trace of mock-reproach. Only then did Lu Wu realize she had been over-eager. She let go, her tone flustered. “I…”

Li Jin let out a sigh and whispered a reminder: “Not here.”

Lu Wu swallowed hard, her voice raspy when she spoke. “My place? Or yours?”

In the end, they went to neither. Li Jin booked a nearby hotel.

This time, she wasn’t driving the Bentley from before, but a more business-oriented Audi. The driver opened the door for them, speaking respectfully, “President Li, to Ronghua Road?”

Li Jin said calmly, “To the hotel.” The driver didn’t ask questions. “Understood.”

The fire in Lu Wu’s heart hadn’t died down, but with another person in the car, she only dared to play with Li Jin’s fingers. Tracing the pad of her thumb over the fair, rounded knuckles, she looked for a topic. “Did the lipstick from last time wash off?”

Li Jin gave a slight nod. “Mhm.”

Lu Wu still felt bad. She thought about it and added, “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Li Jin glanced at her. “I’m not lacking for cars. But you… do you really like saying ‘sorry’ that much?”

Lu Wu felt embarrassed. “Not really. It’s just that when I do something bad, I always want to do something to make up for it.”

Li Jin looked thoughtful. “Is that so? Then tonight can count as…”

Before she could finish, Lu Wu interrupted with a red face, “Wait a minute!”

Li Jin looked at her calmly. “Making up for it?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Lu Wu rubbed her ear, speaking shyly. “Tonight… is different.”

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