After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 46

Back at home, the two of them were completely drenched, looking like a pair of drowned rats.

Shen Lanxin rushed the two girls off to bathe while Papa Shen went into the kitchen to boil ginger tea for them.

“Oh my, with rain this heavy, why didn’t you call me to pick you up?” Shen Lanxin walked over, grumbling as she held two clean bath towels.

Shen Xiaojiang rubbed her dripping hair and gave a faint smile, her attention elsewhere.

“Ah, found it!” She had been rummaging through her cabinets and finally pulled out a pair of pajamas she was satisfied with.

Chen Yi was slightly thinner than her this set should fit just right.

Shen Lanxin glanced at her and then pinched the corner of her mouth. “You, you’re just being naughty.”

“No, I’m not!”

Shen Xiaojiang touched her pinched cheek and complained silently that her mother’s grip was much heavier than Chen Yi’s.

“This bath towel is one I bought at the furniture store, it’s new, never used, and I just cut the tag off,” Shen Lanxin said, handing the towel to Shen Xiaojiang. “Go give it to your classmate.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

With that, Shen Xiaojiang headed toward the bathroom.

Because space was limited, although the Shen household had two bathrooms, there was only one shower room.

Shen Xiaojiang stood at the door and knocked three times.

She leaned against the doorframe to listen.

There was a rustling sound inside, and soon, Chen Yi’s soft, delicate voice drifted out.

“What is it?”

“It’s me.”

The next second, the door opened.

Chen Yi was still wearing her cheongsam, though she had undone two of the collar buttons.

Shen Xiaojiang, holding the towel and pajamas in both hands, brushed past Chen Yi.

Setting the items down, she turned to see Chen Yi leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, looking utterly enchanting. “I just asked what it was, and you didn’t answer me.”

Shen Xiaojiang found the new slippers her mother had mentioned on the shelf, took a pair of scissors to snip the plastic tag, and slowly placed the slippers in front of Chen Yi. She smiled. “I didn’t answer, yet you still let me in.”

Chen Yi smiled but said nothing.

Then, she sat down on the toilet lid behind her and lifted a foot. “Here, it itches.”

Shen Xiaojiang looked closer; there was a rather large bump on Chen Yi’s ankle.

“Ooh, it’s swollen.” Instinctively, Shen Xiaojiang cradled Chen Yi’s ankle with both hands and carefully scratched it for her. “See, even the mosquitoes want to give you a kiss.”

“Who else?”

“Huh?”

Chen Yi’s hands rested loosely on her legs, the smile in the corners of her eyes deepening. “I said, who else wants to kiss me?”

Shen Xiaojiang leaned in, cupping Chen Yi’s chin. Just as their lips were about to touch, she paused, her warm breath grazing Chen Yi’s red lips. “Didn’t get enough just now?”

Chen Yi narrowed her phoenix-like eyes, the warm light of the room shattering into glimmers within them. “How could it ever be enough?”

Shen Xiaojiang let out a soft laugh. “Auntie, you…”

Chen Yi grabbed Shen Xiaojiang’s damp collar and bit her lip with a hint of force, murmuring indistinctly, “You talk too much.”

Chen Yi’s lips pressed against Shen Xiaojiang’s, her warm breath like a gentle breeze outside the window.

She reached up, lightly teasing Shen Xiaojiang’s throat, making her feel a mix of restless desire and amusement.

Shen Xiaojiang returned the brief kiss, supporting the person in her arms and feeling the subtle changes in her.

“Shen Xiaojiang, have you ever kissed another girl?” Chen Yi pulled back slightly, her gaze falling on Shen Xiaojiang’s trembling lips.

Shen Xiaojiang buried her face in the crook of Chen Yi’s neck, inhaling the faint scent of her hair. Her voice sounded like it had been soaked in sweet rice wine sugary and intoxicating. “You’re the first.”

Chen Yi’s eyes were misty with moisture, her lips parting and closing as if she were trying to say something, yet nothing came out.

Shen Xiaojiang gave her neck a gentle bite. Looking at the zipper of the cheongsam, she said softly, “Turn around, let me help you.”

Having had a taste of the sweetness, a certain expectation began to bloom in Chen Yi’s heart.

But in the next second, the zipper slid down, and the cheongsam pooled on the floor.

Shen Xiaojiang made no further moves. She simply looked at the hickey on Chen Yi’s neck, which had already begun to fade.

“The ‘strawberry’ is getting lighter. Do you want…” And that was all. Shen Xiaojiang released the person in her arms.

Chen Yi’s face flushed red, and she gave Shen Xiaojiang a shove. “You… you’re annoying.”

Shen Xiaojiang was completely bewildered. She spread her hands innocently. “What did I do?”

Chen Yi ignored her, stepped into the new slippers, and prepared to duck into the shower.

Shen Xiaojiang truly had no idea what she had done wrong this time. She grabbed Chen Yi’s wrist and pinned her against the wall next to the shower. “What are you throwing a tantrum for, hmm?”

It was the first time they had been in this position, and Chen Yi felt a bit flustered.

When Shen Xiaojiang realized the situation, she lowered her head slightly and saw her companion’s full and shapely figure. Her face turned red instantly.

This was too… too erotic.

When she had touched her before, she hadn’t thought much of it. But looking now, the soft flesh encased in black lace was truly substantial.

Truly, “thin in clothes, fleshy without.”

“Ahem…” Chen Yi bit her lip, saying somewhat petulantly, “Have you… seen enough yet?”

Shen Xiaojiang was about to look away, but then she felt unwilling. She pressed both hands against the wall, trapping Chen Yi entirely within the circle of her arms. “Like you said just now, how could it ever be enough?”

Chen Yi glared at her, folding her arms across her chest as a crimson hue crept up her neck.

Seeing this, Shen Xiaojiang’s blood surged; she felt like she might die on the spot.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Chen Yi slowly looked up and arched an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

When anyone else arched an eyebrow, it was just an expression; when Chen Yi did it, it was pure, unadulterated flirtation.

Shen Xiaojiang instantly softened. “My dear Auntie, why are you angry again?”

Chen Yi pouted.

Shen Xiaojiang gulped.

Chen Yi nonchalantly looked down, then nonchalantly looked back up, letting out a soft yet haughty huff of reproach.

Shen Xiaojiang felt like her heart had stopped. “I was wrong.”

“Wrong again? You sure are quick to confess,” Chen Yi smiled languidly. “Alright, do you know what you did wrong this time?”

“Everything. Everything was wrong.”

“Be specific.”

“Huh?”

Shen Xiaojiang was stumped. She really didn’t think she had done anything wrong.

Chen Yi gave a light hum and playfully punched Shen Xiaojiang’s shoulder. “You got someone’s interest all worked up, and then you just undress them and leave? That’s incredibly irresponsible.”

“What?” Shen Xiaojiang looked on in disbelief.

Just because of that?

She couldn’t help but burst out laughing, quite loudly too.

“That’s it?” For some reason, she lost her composure, pulling her hands back to clutch her stomach and then cover her face, laughing with a bit of… shamelessness.

Chen Yi crossed her arms, watching her with an expressionless face. “Hey, is this funny?”

Shen Xiaojiang tried to compose herself, but she couldn’t manage a complete sentence.

Chen Yi glanced at the door. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

Before she could react, Shen Xiaojiang was ushered out the door by Chen Yi, only to come face-to-face with Shen Lanxin, who was wearing a facial mask.

“Sss…” Shen Lanxin glanced at the clock on the wall. “Dear classmate, are you done washing or haven’t you even started?”

Shen Xiaojiang said nothing. She went to the sofa and stuffed her mouth with grapes.

She choked a little, but she was still grinning like an idiot.

After they had both finished bathing, they finally met up in Shen Xiaojiang’s room.

“Ahem…” Shen Xiaojiang dried her hair with a towel as she walked to the edge of the bed. “My mom asked if you’re sleeping with me tonight.”

Chen Yi ignored her, keeping her back turned while she tidied her things.

Shen Xiaojiang set the towel down and turned Chen Yi by the shoulders. “Look at the questions my mom asks. Of course my Auntie is sleeping with me! Oh, Auntie, don’t be mad, don’t be mad. If you get angry, you’ll only hurt yourself, and no one can take your place.”

Chen Yi wasn’t really angry anymore; she was amused by Shen Xiaojiang’s antics. “Have you reflected? Do you truly know your mistake?”

Shen Xiaojiang nodded repeatedly.

“What was the mistake?” Chen Yi crossed her arms, intentionally putting on a serious face.

Unconsciously, Shen Xiaojiang’s gaze fell on the three dimensional pattern on Chen Yi’s clothes, and her ears slowly turned red. “The mistake was… not properly responding to Auntie’s needs.”

“You…” Chen Yi moved a bit more sharply, only for Shen Xiaojiang to make an even more exaggerated movement.

Shen Xiaojiang: “Auntie, you didn’t…?”

Chen Yi hadn’t realized yet.

Shen Xiaojiang gestured toward her own pajamas.

Chen Yi looked down and realized that a button on her pajamas had somehow popped open.

She hurriedly and flusteredly looked down to fasten it. Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, she asked with forced coldness, “What are you laughing at? It’s not like you don’t have them.”

“I do, but mine aren’t as big as yours.”

“I don’t know if you’re truly silly or truly stupid.” Chen Yi’s cheeks were flushed deep red. “I’ve never been used to wearing a bra to sleep.”

“Mhm! I know that now.” Shen Xiaojiang pretended to be dead serious.

“Shen Xiaojiang!” Chen Yi became even more self-conscious.

“Present!”

“These pajamas are honestly way too small,” Chen Yi said, exasperated.

Shen Xiaojiang coaxed her in a sweet voice, “Yes, yes, it’s all the fault of my terrible pajamas.”

This time, Chen Yi truly didn’t want to deal with her. Clutching her folded clothes, she prepared to get up.

Caught off guard, she tripped over her own shoes.

Shen Xiaojiang was quick, catching Chen Yi by the waist with one hand.

However, because the clothes in Chen Yi’s arms blocked their vision, they both tumbled down together.

This scene felt like déjà vu.

Shen Xiaojiang looked at the person beneath her, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face, her tone turning more serious: “Alright, alright, stop being mad, okay?”

Chen Yi stared into Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes, her cheeks puffed out, refusing to give in.

Shen Xiaojiang buried her face in the side of Chen Yi’s neck, then looked up with a wide grin: “Auntie, what perfume do you use? How can you still smell so good even after a shower?”

Chen Yi actually spent a few seconds trying to remember, then haughtily refused to answer.

She stole a glance at Shen Xiaojiang, then looked away toward the corners of the room.

Even Shen Xiaojiang hadn’t realized that when it came to making Chen Yi happy, she possessed incredible patience and a natural talent.

It seemed that no matter what she said, Chen Yi would eventually compromise.

“Hmm… even my pajamas have been scented by you,” Shen Xiaojiang added.

Chen Yi stifled a laugh.

“Auntie, you smiled.”

“I did not.”