After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 55

Shen Xiaojiang sat in the passenger seat. After Chen Yi closed the door, she leaned over and pressed her lips against the other’s.

Inside the quiet car cabin, the ambiguity escalated rapidly.

Chen Yi was clearly more impatient than Shen Xiaojiang. Her kiss wasn’t a lingering entanglement, but a pillaging storm.

She ground against that softness with extreme force, as if she wouldn’t stop until she had tasted blood.

“Mm… why so violent…” Shen Xiaojiang’s voice squeezed out from between their alternating lips.

It was light and fragile.

In an instant of inattention, it was drowned out by the rhythmic, wet sounds of the kiss.

Chen Yi cupped Shen Xiaojiang’s face with both hands, her fingertips sinking into the skin.

She gave Shen Xiaojiang no chance to catch her breath, eager to sail toward a place further and deeper.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yi grew tired. She released Shen Xiaojiang’s face but continued to stare into her eyes with a lingering, lustful gaze.

A large gulp of fresh air flooded into her chest. Shen Xiaojiang gasped twice before her eyes locked with Chen Yi’s.

“Auntie, you have to breathe,” Shen Xiaojiang said, only to see Chen Yi’s face magnifying again bit by bit.

“Who was it that just said ‘kiss me hard’?” Chen Yi reached out to brush away the hair dampened by sweat from Shen Xiaojiang’s forehead. “I was afraid you wouldn’t know how, so I gave you a demonstration first.”

At some point, one of the collar buttons on Chen Yi’s qipao had been undone, revealing one end of her collarbone.

The thin skin stretched over bone and blood, where the tangled veins were faintly visible.

Shen Xiaojiang stared there for several seconds before her gaze slowly moved upward.

Then, she reached out and twisted open the second button.

The rounded pearl squeezed out of the Chinese frog buckle. In an instant, that straight, beautiful collarbone was fully revealed, looking exceptionally fair against the black fabric.

Chen Yi’s gaze flickered. She wasn’t angry instead, she moved closer to Shen Xiaojiang.

Shen Xiaojiang stole a quick glance and saw the edge of a small white garment.

Chen Yi hooked her finger and pulled it toward herself. “It’s lace.”

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it stirred massive waves in the quiet spring water.

The finger being held by Shen Xiaojiang trembled involuntarily. The moment it touched the fabric, a wave of goosebumps rippled across her back like an electric current.

At this moment, Chen Yi’s eyes were filled with a primal desire, carrying a soul-snatching magic.

With just one look, Shen Xiaojiang felt as if her soul had been hooked away, her body on the verge of losing control.

All moral barriers were shattered; a frenzied obsession broke through its cage.

Shen Xiaojiang’s fingertips were surrounded by the fabric, catching Chen Yi’s warmth.

“Shen Xiaojiang…” Chen Yi’s voice was low, carrying a shallow breath.

“Do you know what I wanted to do when I saw you talking to someone else in the shop just now?”

The two drew closer, their breaths intertwining.

It wasn’t low-quality lace, but a silky, soft material.

With just a slight movement of her fingertips, she could feel the tactile surface of the lace against her hand.

Shen Xiaojiang had never worn lace underwear before, and she studied it curiously. “What did you want to do?”

The other woman endured silently, her expression of restraint and self-control making one’s heart race even more.

Chen Yi said softly: “I just wanted to make you like this.”

Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes flickered. Suddenly, as if injected with adrenaline, she applied pressure much like when she was a child and went to the fields with her grandfather to squeeze cotton.

No, it wasn’t exactly like that.

Cotton was dry, fluffy, and not firm enough.

Before Shen Xiaojiang could fully savor the feeling, she saw Chen Yi reach out and press something.

Then, the chair beneath her made a mechanical sound, slowly moving backward until it was reclined.

Suddenly, Chen Yi pulled off Shen Xiaojiang’s shirt and draped it over her own shoulders.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t understand.

At that moment, Chen Yi turned around and pulled open the car door.

The door opened, she stepped out, and the door closed.

The sequence of actions was so fast it left Shen Xiaojiang dazed.

What happened?

Her heart was still racing; the warmth of Chen Yi on her fingers remained, and the texture of the lace was still vivid.

Could it be that she had used too much force and hurt her?

Shen Xiaojiang looked outside. Chen Yi circled the car, walked to her side, and pulled the door open.

With downcast eyes, she straddled Shen Xiaojiang with an air of serious intent.

With a “bang,” the passenger door closed.

Chen Yi quickly cast off the shirt draped over her, narrowed her eyes, and curled her lips into a charming smile.

“Auntie, what’s wrong?”

“Shen Xiaojiang, do you want the air conditioning on?” Chen Yi asked.

“I… I think I’m fine,” Shen Xiaojiang replied.

Chen Yi arched an eyebrow. “Let’s turn it on. In a moment… you’re going to be hot.”

Today’s Chen Yi was so impatient.

Shen Xiaojiang’s gaze stayed on the fingers turning on the AC, following their movement.

She loved it so much.

She loved her fingers, and she loved her impatience.

Everything about her, Shen Xiaojiang loved so, so much.

She felt that at this moment, she was so happy she could die.

Chen Yi reached out and lifted Shen Xiaojiang’s chin, her smile resembling intoxicated moonlight. “Little one, I’ll give you two choices.”

The collar of the qipao hung loosely open, and the high-slit skirt revealed an opening.

Looking at the stunning spring scenery before her, Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t help but swallow hard.

When she was little, how did that saying go?

You shouldn’t get close to beautiful and mysterious women, because they are like whirlpools once you get near, you’ll be sucked into a bottomless abyss.

And when you want to escape, you find yourself held too tightly, unable to move at all.

“Wh… what choices?”

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t dare look into Chen Yi’s eyes; her gaze kept darting around.

The fingertips holding Shen Xiaojiang’s chin applied a bit of pressure, forcing her to look up.

“Look at me.”

Shen Xiaojiang gazed into Chen Yi’s eyes, like looking into a deep sea.

Calm without waves, dangerous and enchanting.

The window glass was one way for privacy, but some light from outside filtered in.

The light fell softly on Chen Yi’s face.

Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, like a cold, elegant flower from a high mountain.

Chen Yi guided Shen Xiaojiang’s index finger upward bit by bit, the pad of the finger pressing against her warm lips, gently rubbing back and forth.

Shen Xiaojiang’s shoulders jolted.

This feeling was very strange. Although they had kissed before the gentle ones and the violent ones being touched on the lips like this was a first.

Shen Xiaojiang had originally wanted to touch Chen Yi with her hands, but now they could only hang helplessly at her side, waiting obediently.

“Little one, it’s so hot here,” Chen Yi’s eyes crinkled with a faint smile.

“It’s only… it’s only because of you, Auntie…” Shen Xiaojiang became increasingly nervous.

Chen Yi let out a soft “oh,” the tone rising at the end.

“Is it because of me?” She refused to let Shen Xiaojiang off the hook.

“It… it just is.”

It was strange, truly strange.

The cold air from the AC quickly spread throughout the car.

Chen Yi’s hands were clearly cool, yet they could make Shen Xiaojiang’s lips scorching hot.

Occasionally, someone walked by, their conversation isolated outside the window.

“Are you afraid?” Chen Yi asked.

Shen Xiaojiang shook her head. “I’m not easily scared.”

Chen Yi pinched her face. “Mischievous.”

Shen Xiaojiang took hold of Chen Yi’s hand. “The person who is afraid is clearly someone else.”

Chen Yi looked at Shen Xiaojiang with a smile.

Shen Xiaojiang looked back at her the same way.

For a few seconds, they were silent.

Not until the figures outside faded into the distance did Shen Xiaojiang see Chen Yi visibly relax.

“I’m right, aren’t I, Auntie?”

Chen Yi turned her face, glanced out the window, and then turned back, saying arrogantly, “Wrong, completely wrong.”

Shen Xiaojiang smiled and bit down on Chen Yi’s fingertip, saying indistinctly: “Then… let’s just say you’re right. Tell me, what are the two choices?”

Chen Yi winced slightly, the way her brows knit in pain was incredibly enticing.

She slowed down her speech, lowered her tone, and used a gaze that was far too provocative. “Either kiss me…”

Before she could finish, Shen Xiaojiang tilted her head up and pressed against her, blocking the remaining words between their teeth.

“Uh… I wasn’t finished… mm…”

Shen Xiaojiang nibbled on Chen Yi’s lower lip and laughed. “Who told you to talk so slowly.”

Chen Yi pinched Shen Xiaojiang’s shoulder.

But in the next second, she compromised.

That delicate, sweet voice sounded again: “Either kiss me, or… still kiss me.”

Shen Xiaojiang gave a light laugh, her warm breath surrounding both their cheeks.

“Okay.” Shen Xiaojiang’s kiss became serious.

Chen Yi seemed distracted, moving around restlessly.

Shen Xiaojiang opened her eyes. The other woman’s eyes were closed, and her right hand was behind her, fumbling around for something.

Just before Shen Xiaojiang could ask, an object was tossed in front of her.

“Put it on,” Chen Yi panted slightly.

Shen Xiaojiang picked up the item, which was not much smaller than a cigarette box, and her gaze froze.

It was her first time using this thing…

Chen Yi backed away, licked the corner of her mouth, and then discarded all the troublesome small garments from her body.

“Hurry up,” she urged.

Shen Xiaojiang looked at the raised qipao and then at the box in her hand.

Chen Yi grew impatient. She bit down on the fabric of her qipao, her voice carrying a hint of anger and a hint of bashfulness: “Shen Xiaojiang!”

Shen Xiaojiang quickly tore open the packaging and picked one to put on.

With a flick of her wrist, it wasn’t long before warm breath began to meander and mist against the cool car window.

There was light inside the car, it was unclear if it was moonlight or neon.

Shen Xiaojiang was the moonlight, Chen Yi was the neon.

However, Shen Xiaojiang felt that Chen Yi was like moonlight cold and hard to reach while Chen Yi felt that Shen Xiaojiang was like neon dazzling and brilliant.

They were each other’s dreams, each other’s desires.

On the other side, in the courtyard of the South City Mansion, Old Man Bai sat in front of the opera stage, swaying his head to the rhythm.

An assistant leaned toward his ear and said respectfully, “Old Master, it’s time. You should take your medicine and sleep.”

“Hmm, is it ten o’clock already?” He opened his eyes, fiddling with the walnuts in his hand.

Old Man Bai looked at his phone screen. He had sent a message to Chen Yi two hours ago, and two hours later, she still hadn’t replied.

“This is simply outrageous!”

The standing assistant, not knowing why his voice had suddenly risen, quickly adjusted his glasses. “Old Master, what happened?”

Old Man Bai placed the walnuts on the table, stood up, and tapped his cane heavily on the ground several times. “What is going on with this Chen Yi? I send her a message and she doesn’t reply. Outrageous, simply outrageous!”

In all of South City, those who dared to make Old Man Bai angry aside from his own granddaughter were only Chen Yi.

The assistant didn’t dare say much; right now, the more he said, the more likely he was to be wrong. Staying silent was the right path.

The plum rain weather was truly annoying. Unknowingly, rain had started to fall outside.

When Shen Xiaojiang woke up in a daze, she realized they had been at it for so long.

Chen Yi was breathing evenly, leaning against her shoulder, draped in Shen Xiaojiang’s shirt.

Even though Shen Xiaojiang was also very thin, the shirt was still a bit large for Chen Yi.

She let out a light sigh and lowered the car window slightly.

the lingering scent of ambiguity in the car dissipated slightly.

The raindrops weren’t very dense, hitting the car at an angle and splashing against Shen Xiaojiang’s face.

Thinking back now, it still felt unbelievable.

The corners of Shen Xiaojiang’s mouth curved up, her heart feeling as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

The person in her arms moved slightly.

Thinking she was cold, Shen Xiaojiang quickly rolled the window back up.

Then, she held Chen Yi and carefully patted her back.

Subconsciously, she began to hum: “Rock a bye, rock a bye, rock to the Grandmother’s bridge…”

While humming, she gently swayed back and forth.

On the contrary, Chen Yi was now fully awake.

She gave a light chuckle and tugged at Shen Xiaojiang’s clothes. “Coaxing a child, are we?”

Shen Xiaojiang froze for a moment, then gave a somewhat embarrassed smile. “Ah, force of habit.”

“Habit?” Chen Yi sat up from Shen Xiaojiang’s arms, looking puzzled. “What, have you coaxed many people?”

Shen Xiaojiang looked innocent. “Heaven is my witness, I’ve truly only ever coaxed you.”

The corners of Chen Yi’s eyes were still red from her intense crying earlier. She tried to straighten her back but let out a sharp “hiss.”

This “younger” woman truly had strength in her hands and an inexhaustible amount of energy; she had nearly driven Chen Yi to the brink of exhaustion.

“Fine, Shen Xiaojiang, you admit you were coaxing me.” Chen Yi held her waist, a smile hidden deep in her eyes.

Shen Xiaojiang became even more flustered. “No, no, I wasn’t coaxing you. I just saw you move and thought you were cold…”

Chen Yi laughed out loud. She leaned in to kiss Shen Xiaojiang’s lips, her joy overflowing. “Alright, alright, no need to explain. I know.”