After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 46.1

“You definitely did.”

“Shen Xiaojiang!”

“Shh!” Shen Xiaojiang covered half of Chen Yi’s mouth with her hand, looking nervously toward the bedroom door.

She could hear her parents whispering about something, their voices growing fainter until they faded away completely.

Shen Xiaojiang could feel the rising heat in her body and the warm breath against her palm.

She turned her head back, staring blankly at the person beneath her.

The person beneath her stared back just as blankly.

That look in their eyes was like moonlight clear, bright, and ethereal.

“Auntie…”

Chen Yi didn’t respond or move; she just watched her.

Shen Xiaojiang lowered her head and lowered her voice at the same time: “Auntie, you’re so soft.”

Chen Yi’s ears turned scorching red at those words, and a certain longing deep within her body became increasingly evident.

Her waist began to sway slowly and unconsciously.

Capturing this signal, Shen Xiaojiang parted her lips slightly and carefully took Chen Yi’s earlobe into her mouth.

“Mm…”

Chen Yi let out a sound of pure enjoyment.

Shen Xiaojiang narrowed her eyes, reaching up to toy with Chen Yi’s hair, intentionally brushing it back to reveal her full, smooth forehead.

“Shh, Auntie, be a little quieter. If the adults hear us, you won’t be a ‘good girl’ anymore.”

Hearing Shen Xiaojiang’s voice, Chen Yi let out a soft chuckle first, then whispered under her breath: “Shen Xiaojiang, you can only say these things to me.”

Shen Xiaojiang gently caressed Chen Yi’s ear, leaning in to whisper back, “Auntie, I only say these things to you.”

The warm air swirled around them, the atmosphere thick with ambiguity and tenderness.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, raising her trembling hands to messily scratch through Shen Xiaojiang’s hair, as if petting a puppy.

All the crimson dreams regarding Chen Yi were like wild grass growing wantonly in midsummer, or a surging, crashing tide.

Shen Xiaojiang tossed her heavy studies and restless life to the back of her mind, wading into the damp grass and drifting with the rolling waves.

On the window, rainwater flowed in rivulets, and through the blur, it reflected the enchanting scene inside the room.

Sweat dampened the surface of their collars, leaving pale gray watermarks like dim stars blooming on a remote mountainside.

“Shen… Xiaojiang.” Chen Yi’s voice was dry and raspy, like parched, barren soil desperately waiting for a hearty downpour.

“Mhm.” Shen Xiaojiang tenderly kissed Chen Yi’s brow and eyes, as if trying to hide the most lingering whispers of love within the creases of her gaze.

The hem of Chen Yi’s top was slightly curled. She wanted to say something, but all sound was silenced by her frantic heartbeat.

Her narrow phoenix eyes narrowed further, a misty haze spreading through her gaze.

Through the thin fabric of the clothing, Chen Yi saw a noticeable bulge form it moved slowly, carrying a sense of heat and lack of control.

It was true that Shen Xiaojiang was a quick learner she was a natural even at things like this.

One of her hands was still covering Chen Yi’s mouth when suddenly, she felt a damp sensation against her fingertips.

She carefully and curiously emerged from the collar.

Her messy hair obscured most of her vision.

However, through the gaps in her hair, she saw clearly: Chen Yi was sucking and kissing her finger.

Their eyes met. Chen Yi’s lashes trembled, and her gaze was filled with a smile of blurred desire.

Embarrassed, Shen Xiaojiang prepared to retreat back into the pajamas.

As her lips left the fingertip, Shen Xiaojiang saw her own hand being held up high.

Chen Yi smiled radiantly through narrowed eyes: “Shen Xiaojiang, why is your hand so beautiful?”

“Huh?” Shen Xiaojiang’s heart pounded like a drum.

She watched as Chen Yi locked their fingers together, then flipped their joined hands over to lightly kiss the back of Shen Xiaojiang’s hand.

Again and again, she refused to let go.

Shen Xiaojiang’s heart tightened. Her hair was brushed aside, and her vision cleared.

The corners of Chen Yi’s eyes were moist as she said in a breathy voice: “It’s the most beautiful hand I’ve ever seen.”

Shen Xiaojiang swallowed hard. She might have murmured a response, or perhaps she didn’t.

What was she to do?

Chen Yi had already stolen her voice, plundered her vision, and was even preparing to dig out her entire heart.

Forget it, give it to her. If she wanted it, Shen Xiaojiang would even give her life.

For the first time, Shen Xiaojiang pushed open the door to the secret garden and peered inside.

Knock, knock, knock…

Unexpectedly, there was a knock at the door.

Both of them froze to varying degrees.

Shen Xiaojiang looked up and saw a shadow flash past the crack under the door.

Soon, the knocking sounded again.

“Xiaojiang, are you asleep?” Shen Lanxin’s voice was very low, gentle, and polite.

Shen Xiaojiang noticed that the moment her mother’s voice sounded, Chen Yi’s body visibly tensed and recoiled.

Chen Yi met Shen Xiaojiang’s gaze. Her fingertip lightly caressed the cartilage of Xiaojiang’s ear, and her lips moved slightly, mouthing two words in a raspy voice.

“Don’t go.”

Shen Xiaojiang lowered her head and continued to nibble gently at the “red bean.”

“Don’t…” Chen Yi kneaded Shen Xiaojiang’s hair, then gave it a sudden tug.

Shen Xiaojiang was forced to look up, licking the corner of her lips. “What is it?”

Chen Yi felt this wasn’t right. She lightly brushed the corner of Shen Xiaojiang’s eye and said softly, “Stop.”

Shen Xiaojiang loved being touched like this by Chen Yi. She closed her eyes in enjoyment, then opened them again, a flash of mischief crossing her dark pupils.

“Your mouth says stop, but you’re biting me so tightly here.”

With that, Shen Xiaojiang’s wrist moved twice, very gently.

Chen Yi grit her teeth, forcing her trembling voice back into her throat.

A tear of physiological reaction slipped from the corner of her eye, blooming into a crystalline dream upon the bedsheet.

“Enough, Shen Xiaojiang,” Chen Yi said, pushing her away messily and whispering, “We’re being very impolite.”

Shen Xiaojiang remained completely unmoved.

Outside the door, Shen Lanxin walked away.

“Wife, what are you doing?”

Shen Lanxin: “Ginger tea is more effective when drunk hot. I’m pouring it back into the pot to keep it warm for them.”

Papa Shen said nonchalantly: “Just pour it out. There’s no sound; they’re probably asleep.”

Shen Lanxin: “Young people don’t go to sleep that early. I’ll keep it warm. If they aren’t asleep, they’ll come out to drink it in a bit. If they are, it won’t be too late to pour it out tomorrow morning.”

She added: “Maybe she has headphones on. That’s how Xiaojiang used to be wearing them wherever she went.”

The voices faded, and silence returned to the hallway.

Chen Yi was still struggling, but Shen Xiaojiang used a bit of force to pin her hands behind her head.

“Shh, be good.” Shen Xiaojiang kissed Chen Yi, exchanging breaths.

Chen Yi closed her eyes and stopped resisting, letting the person in her arms do as she pleased.