After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 38

The moment the door opened, the lights flickered on all at once.

Chen Yi hadn’t closed her eyes in over thirty hours; she couldn’t handle such sudden external stimulation. She squinted slightly, trying to adjust to the brightness.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.

Shen Xiaojiang’s hand quickly moved in front of Chen Yi’s eyes, shielding her from the majority of the piercing light.

“Than” Before Chen Yi could finish her word of thanks, Shen Xiaojiang turned her around.

The two stood face to face, neither willing to blink.

A few seconds later, Shen Xiaojiang cupped the back of Chen Yi’s head and pulled her into a hug.

Chen Yi froze, instinctively grabbing the fabric on the younger girl’s shoulders.

“Shen… Shen Xiaojiang,” Chen Yi called out to her.

Her voice was soft and delicate, like a late evening breeze in Jiangnan, enough to make one’s bones feel weak.

“Shen, Xiao, Jiang.” Each syllable was half a beat slower than the last.

It was as if a small pebble had been tossed into a silent mountain stream, making a faint, ethereal, and quiet sound.

As if hexed, Shen Xiaojiang tilted her head up and kissed her.

The moment their lips met, Chen Yi’s scalp went numb. A fire seemed to ignite in her chest, making her throat dry and her body burn.

Shen Xiaojiang’s kiss today was still clumsy and unpracticed, but it was more fervent than any time before. It carried a hint of erotic madness.

Chen Yi’s shoulders trembled, and her fingertips unknowingly dug into Shen Xiaojiang’s clothes.

To allow the other to breathe, Shen Xiaojiang pulled back slightly. A sliver of cool air filled the gap between their teeth.

Chen Yi was flushed, her eyes nervous, the corners of her eyes stained with moisture.

Shen Xiaojiang slowly raised her hand, using her thumb to gently wipe away that trace of wetness.

Shen Xiaojiang’s fingers were so hot that Chen Yi flinched. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as her gaze darted away, looking like a startled fawn utterly pitiable.

Shen Xiaojiang’s fingers slid down, stroking the other’s face, the texture beneath her fingertips was delicate and supple. As she touched her, Chen Yi’s face continued to heat up, nearly burning Shen Xiaojiang.

Shen Xiaojiang’s brow twitched slightly as her fingertips slid toward the other’s ear and neck.

Chen Yi’s lips parted, instinctively letting out a soft whimper. At the same time, she unconsciously shrank back.

“What’s wrong?” There was a smile in Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes.

As she spoke, she leaned toward the direction Chen Yi was retreating. The warm breath hit Chen Yi’s face, turning her neck red.

“You lure me up here, but now you want to run?” Shen Xiaojiang’s lips were infinitely close to Chen Yi’s ear.

“Who… who lured you,” Chen Yi breathed out, trembling even as she feigned stubbornness, “I… I’m not running.”

Shen Xiaojiang narrowed her eyes, mimicking Chen Yi’s tone: “Oh?”

“You’re… mimicking me?” Chen Yi didn’t dare look into Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes; her gaze settled on the sexy curve of the girl’s throat.

“Where’s the pajamas?” Shen Xiaojiang didn’t know where she got the courage, but as soon as she finished speaking, she bit Chen Yi’s earlobe.

The pressure wasn’t hard, but Chen Yi’s brow furrowed slightly, her expression looking more sensual than ever.

“The pajamas are… in the suitcase.”

Chen Yi’s voice was blurred with tension; her constant panting made Shen Xiaojiang’s heart race in chaos.

Who was the one in the lobby just now, acting like a seasoned veteran of the social scene, teasing people left and right? Was “all bark and no bite” coined specifically for someone like Chen Yi?

Shen Xiaojiang laughed as she bit, finally letting go of the earlobe.

“What’s the pattern?” She stared into Chen Yi’s eyes.

“Hm?”

“The pajamas. What’s the pattern on them?”

Chen Yi hadn’t actually had time to buy pajamas; it was just a line she used to flirt. Now, she was stunned. She couldn’t very well admit she was lying.

After thinking for a long time and failing to come up with a pattern, she simply wrapped her arms around Shen Xiaojiang’s neck, pulled her down, and kissed her fiercely.

Shen Xiaojiang understood, let out a chuckle, and returned the kiss.

Due to the intense robbery of oxygen, the already exhausted Chen Yi felt her legs go weak, nearly sliding down.

Shen Xiaojiang suddenly caught her by the waist, broke the kiss, and said softly and tenderly, “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you.”

The softest corner of Chen Yi’s heart was struck hard. A desire expanding from the inside out tore her logic to shreds.

Shen Xiaojiang carefully pressed Chen Yi against the wall and reached out to turn off the bright lights; the room plunged into darkness. At that moment, all of Chen Yi’s mental defenses completely collapsed.

Shen Xiaojiang pecked Chen Yi’s cheeks like a little bird, then gently rubbed against her lips.

Chen Yi felt a slight sting of pain, and a mesmerizing moan escaped her throat. Like an unendurable fire, the sound burned through Shen Xiaojiang’s eardrums.

This time, Shen Xiaojiang kissed slowly and gently, timing her movements to the other’s breathing, making the kiss feel as if it would never end.

“Relax,” she whispered.

Chen Yi’s wet eyes were filled with love and helplessness. She looked like a peach ripened by the scorching sun enticingly red.

Shen Xiaojiang’s kisses fell on her eyes and the tip of her nose. Their breaths mingled as the air grew thinner.

Wrapped in the warm, humid atmosphere, Chen Yi uncontrollably made a strange sound.

“Hngh…”

Chen Yi suddenly blocked Shen Xiaojiang’s kiss with her hand.

By the time she realized what she’d done, it was too late. Shen Xiaojiang sucked on her ruby-like fingertip, tasting it carefully as if polishing a fine piece of jewelry.

“Don’t!”

Shen Xiaojiang paused. Using the faint light, she looked at the charming and bashful Chen Yi and chuckled. “Do you really want me to stop?”

“Yes.” Chen Yi’s voice was indeed trembling.

In public, she was a high-level master who could walk through a garden of flowers without a single leaf touching her; in private, she was a panicked novice tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.

Shen Xiaojiang bit her neck and murmured indistinctly, “So cute, I love you so much.”

Another extremely sensitive spot for Chen Yi was unlocked, she immediately bit her own finger.

Shen Xiaojiang quickly stopped her, then offered her own finger to Chen Yi’s mouth. “Bite mine.”

Chen Yi couldn’t bear to. The violent biting turned into a tender kiss.

The scent belonging to Shen Xiaojiang seeped into her tongue. Chen Yi’s rationality collapsed entirely. She leaned into Shen Xiaojiang’s ear and murmured tenderly, “Why has it only been two days, yet I miss you this much already?”

Shen Xiaojiang held her tighter, as if trying to embed the other into her own body.

“I missed you too,” she said.

“Shen Xiaojiang,” Chen Yi panted heavily, her eyes red with desire, “You smell so good.”

Shen Xiaojiang pulled back slightly and moved to sniff her own shirt collar. At that moment, Chen Yi leaned in, her nose rubbing against the collar, looking softer and more clingy than a cat.

Shen Xiaojiang raised her hand, gently ruffling her fluffy hair. “Auntie, you’d better think this through.”

“Hm?” Chen Yi’s eyelashes fluttered.

“There’s no turning back once the arrow is fired.”

Chen Yi knew what Shen Xiaojiang meant.

A few seconds of silence followed.

The wind picked up outside. It squeezed through the crack in the window, messing up Chen Yi’s hair. With hair blurring her vision, Chen Yi’s hands slowly climbed Shen Xiaojiang’s shoulders, stroking them repeatedly, unwilling to stop.

Their breathing drew closer; the heat intensified. Chen Yi’s nose brushed against the skin of Shen Xiaojiang’s neck, her eyes hazy.

She squinted slightly, smiling brightly and flirtatiously.

Her red lips parted. “Little one, you like strawberries so much, do you want…”

“Do you want what?” Shen Xiaojiang’s fingers ran through her hair, gently pinching the back of her neck, her fingertips stroking the skin on the side.

A wave of itchiness hit her, and Chen Yi’s voice wavered: “Do you… do you want me to plant one for you?”

Shen Xiaojiang lowered her voice. “Aren’t you afraid I won’t be able to control myself?”

Chen Yi arched her left eyebrow, her phoenix eyes shimmering with the glow of peach blossoms. “Then, we’ll plant two. One for you, one for me…”

Shen Xiaojiang pulled Chen Yi by the waist. As if teasing, she bit open the golden collar button of Chen Yi’s qipao and said in a low, husky voice: “I’m going to plant a whole strawberry field for you.”

Chen Yi was stunned, her heart racing. She closed her eyes, gave a small response, and then buried herself in the softness.

Sweat soaked their clothes, sliding down from the side of the neck into deeper places.

Shen Xiaojiang used her strength to lift Chen Yi against the wall. Chen Yi didn’t resist, letting the younger girl have her way.

The qipao was pushed up, and the damp undergarments slipped down. Chen Yi felt the shame of wanting to cover up, but was ruthlessly stopped.

“Look at me,” Shen Xiaojiang murmured against her lips.

“Xiaojiang…” Her voice, broken and tuneless, drowned in their chaotic breathing.

This time, Shen Xiaojiang buried her head even lower.

In her daze, Chen Yi saw Shen Xiaojiang wipe a glistening trace from the corner of her mouth and say to her, “Auntie, it’s so sweet.”

“The mother is hemorrhaging, Rh negative blood!”

“Obstructed labor, we can only save one!”

“Mother or child? Decide quickly!”

“Save the child!”

Chen Yi snapped her eyes open, sweat drenching her hair. These were scenes she had never actually witnessed, yet they felt like vivid memories.

The mother she had never met, but whose heartbeat she had shared, lay in a pool of blood. Her father’s words “Save the child” were like a curse that haunted her. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw that blood-stained woman crying to her, “I gave my life to you.”

Chen Yi’s head was resting on something not quite soft. She felt it; it was Shen Xiaojiang’s arm.

She turned over to face Shen Xiaojiang. Only then did she remember that she had been kissing Shen Xiaojiang so passionately that Shen Xiaojiang had set foot in her “secret garden” for the first time.

But the garden gate had only opened a tiny crack. Shen Xiaojiang had stood at the entrance and tasted a drop of nectar, but before she could truly enter, a torrential rain had fallen over the garden.

She didn’t know if she was too sensitive or if Shen Xiaojiang’s kissing skills were just that good.

However, when did she get into bed? And she was wearing BV pajamas.

Wait, pajamas!

Did Shen Xiaojiang change her clothes?

At the thought of her body being traced inch by inch by the other girl, her ears turned red. She couldn’t help but wonder: did Shen Xiaojiang do anything else to her? Even if it was just staring greedily at her body, or clutching her hand to kiss her fingers one by one.

Actually, she really hoped Shen Xiaojiang had done something.

Tasting that peak of pleasure for the first time, Chen Yi’s body and brain had overloaded; she had fainted after just once. Thinking back now, it was truly embarrassing.

Her face was still flushed. She shyly used her fingers to trace Shen Xiaojiang’s features.

The brow bone was gallant, the bridge of the nose was high, the lips were perfectly shaped, and the jawline was sharp and refined.

As her hand reached the girl’s arm, Chen Yi noticed that the lines here weren’t soft like hers, but covered in a thin layer of muscle firm and tight. Even though she was asleep and her body was relaxed, Chen Yi could still feel that lean strength.

“So good,” Chen Yi smiled.

She snuggled closer into Shen Xiaojiang’s arms and kissed her chin lightly. “Shen Xiaojiang, you’re so good,” she whispered.

Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table rang. Chen Yi had set it to vibrate during her meeting. She didn’t want to answer, but the caller was persistent. Chen Yi had no choice. After all, there was only one person who would harass her in the middle of the night.

To avoid waking Shen Xiaojiang, Chen Yi took the phone to the bathroom.

The window was open, and the wind blew in.

Shen Xiaojiang slowly opened her eyes. She sat up, only to find she was alone in bed. All the lights were off, and the moonlight outside seemed particularly cold.

She touched her lips, wondering if that intimate entanglement had just been a crimson dream.

But the tears had been salty, the breath had been hot, and even those soft whimpers had been sweet. How could it be a dream?

Suddenly, a sound came from the bathroom. Shen Xiaojiang stood up alertly. Without time to put on shoes, she ran over barefoot.

“Auntie!”

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Chen Yi was sitting on the floor.

Her eyes were red, there were tears on her face, and the finger marks on her neck were quite obvious impossible to ignore.

Ignoring everything else, Shen Xiaojiang rushed over and crouched beside Chen Yi.

“No,” Shen Xiaojiang reached out, tenderly cupping the other’s face, “I was looking for you.”

Chen Yi’s eyes slowly lifted cold and proud, yet also pitiful.

“The floor is cold, let me help you up?” Shen Xiaojiang gripped Chen Yi’s wrists.

Chen Yi tried to stand, but her legs were weak, and she slumped back down.

This was when Shen Xiaojiang noticed a phone on the floor. The screen was on the call log.

Chen Heping.

Chen Yi had just been on the phone with Chen Heping? At 3:00 AM?

This time, Shen Xiaojiang didn’t want to ignore it. She picked up the phone and said to Chen Yi with a serious face: “He contacted you again?”

Chen Yi’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as she bit her lip and looked away.

Shen Xiaojiang locked the phone and threw it into the laundry basket. “What did he want?”

Chen Yi’s bitten lip trembled; her hesitant look was heartbreaking.

She wouldn’t tell Shen Xiaojiang that Chen Heping’s call was merely to report that he had returned to the Philippines.

Looking into Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes, she didn’t want to act tough anymore. She wanted to act spoiled with Shen Xiaojiang, to have the other girl feel sorry for her, to hold her and whisper sweet, lingering words.

Shen Xiaojiang reached out again, cupping Chen Yi’s face, her voice low. “What did that scumbag want with you?”

Chen Yi’s shoulders dropped heavily, and she pushed the other away. In her mind, if she pushed Shen Xiaojiang away, her mess wouldn’t affect her.

Shen Xiaojiang froze. She narrowed her eyes, then turned around. She had decided she didn’t want to know about Chen Yi’s past, yet here she was trying to find out. It felt like no matter what she did, it was wrong.

“Sorry, maybe I crossed the line,” Shen Xiaojiang’s voice was dry.

The moment she turned, Chen Yi’s hand grabbed her ankle.

“Wait!”

“Don’t go.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I really didn’t…”

After a few seconds, Chen Yi repeated: “Don’t go, okay?”

“What you want to know… I’ll tell you now.”

Shen Xiaojiang: To be honest, I haven’t even really started yet…