After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 65.1

This cowardly, cruel woman who spoke of keeping her distance no matter when, she could always be made to react, made wet by Shen Xiaojiang’s grinding.

Turning into a mess of mud, into a pool of spring water.

Shen Xiaojiang hooked the corner of her mouth slightly, released the zipper from her teeth, and then nudged the skin of Chen Yi’s neck with the tip of her nose.

The other woman flinched violently, the palm covering Shen Xiaojiang’s hand turning damp; the longing in her heart was undeniable.

“Xiao Qi,” Shen Xiaojiang whispered.

Chen Yi’s misty eyes snapped open, her gaze filled with infinite shame and irritation.

She hadn’t misheard. Shen Xiaojiang hadn’t called her “Auntie” just now she had called her “Xiao Qi.”

Those two characters took only five strokes to write, yet they were far more complex than the word “lust.”

Chen Yi turned her head in a fit of shy indignation. Her gaze swept over the white walls, the gray marble steps, the wood grained handrail, the jet-black long hair, and the fair, clean cheeks that remained bright even in the dim light, finally settling into Shen Xiaojiang’s deep eyes.

This unprompted eye contact made Chen Yi lose her composure.

Like a young girl who didn’t know how to express love, she timidly turned her face back away, her breathing even more ragged than before.

There was even a sense of tension and chaos, like being caught in the middle of a misdeed.

Shen Xiaojiang pressed against the back of Chen Yi’s neck once more. This time, she tilted her head slightly, leaning toward the other woman’s left ear, issuing a soft, hot warning: “If you don’t want to be caught, don’t make a sound.”

Chen Yi nodded blankly.

Satisfied, Shen Xiaojiang was about to say more when Chen Yi lifted her hand to brush the hair away from her left ear, tucking it behind.

Shen Xiaojiang’s reaction was half a beat too slow, her nose was softly grazed by the pads of Chen Yi’s fingers as she moved her hair.

It was as if she had been struck by a paralysis spell, she froze in that exact position.

She didn’t move away, nor did she continue her boldness.

In the gloom, she noticed a tiny, tiny mole on Chen Yi’s left earlobe.

It was so small it was almost invisible.

Chen Yi tilted her face slightly to the left, eyes cast down, red lips parted slightly. Her expression was faint, yet under the green glow of the emergency light, she exuded a boundless, mesmerizing charm.

Shen Xiaojiang narrowed her eyes, curled her tongue, and bit down on Chen Yi’s left earlobe.

The excessive force of the bite felt as if she wanted to swallow that tiny mole whole.

The gray security door of the fourteenth floor was right in front of them, but it was locked. If they wanted to return to the floor above, they would inevitably disturb the two people struggling upstairs.

Therefore, both Shen Xiaojiang and Chen Yi had to head further down.

They descended two more flights with light, cautious steps.

By unspoken agreement, they stopped again.

The dim stairwell provided them with natural sanctuary, a lie as perfect as it was beautiful, a lie that whispered there was no resentment between them.

Noticing Chen Yi’s bare feet, Shen Xiaojiang exerted herself and carefully stepped down to the stair below Chen Yi. Without a word, she opened her arms behind her back like a pair of spreading wings.

Chen Yi understood Shen Xiaojiang’s intent.

Reason told her she shouldn’t.

However, in this environment, reason suffered a crushing defeat.

She continued to deceive herself. Leave this place first, then things will go back to the way they were.

Her feet moved slowly. As she neared Shen Xiaojiang, she placed her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders.

But at that moment, Shen Xiaojiang suddenly pulled her hands back, turned quickly, and glanced at the hem of Chen Yi’s qipao.

Chen Yi paused, blinking helplessly.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t meet her eyes. Holding her breath, she scooped her up in a horizontal princess carry.

Chen Yi was startled, letting out a soft gasp as she tumbled into Shen Xiaojiang’s embrace.

She wanted to wrap her arms around the other’s neck, but that felt too intimate.

Instead, she merely gripped a small inch of the fabric on the front of Shen Xiaojiang’s shirt.

She rubbed the familiar cotton fabric, staring at its texture, occasionally lifting her eyes to steal a glance at Shen Xiaojiang.

Whenever she met Shen Xiaojiang’s returning gaze, she would quickly look away, staring at their blurred shadows cast upon the wall.

As Shen Xiaojiang walked down step by step, Chen Yi’s fingertips brushed against her heartbeat rhythmically.

She didn’t look at Shen Xiaojiang she just gripped the clothes tightly.

Fearing she might wrinkle them, she loosened her grip slightly.

Shen Xiaojiang set Chen Yi down and gently squeezed her shoulder. When Chen Yi looked over, Shen Xiaojiang mouthed the words: “Don’t move.”

Chen Yi didn’t know what Shen Xiaojiang meant, but she truly stayed still.

Seeing the older woman so soft and obedient, Shen Xiaojiang felt a surge of heartache.

She would rather Chen Yi be more resolute; the way she was now made it impossible to either hate or dislike her.

Shen Xiaojiang lowered her head and began unbuttoning her short-sleeved shirt, one by one.

Chen Yi’s eyes widened. After a quick glance at Shen Xiaojiang, she looked away at the floor nearby, her fingers tightening at her sides.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Shen Xiaojiang, influenced by the two people upstairs, wanted to…

Just then, Shen Xiaojiang stepped in front of Chen Yi and gave her a cryptic look.

In Chen Yi’s line of sight, Shen Xiaojiang was now wearing only a black, tight-fitting tank top with wide straps.

Her curves weren’t overly pronounced under the black fabric, but that was precisely what made her more alluring and invisibly scorching.

The sounds from upstairs were almost inaudible now.

The words “Emergency Exit” glowed with a faint green light.

This weak light printed itself across half of Shen Xiaojiang’s body as she looked down at Chen Yi.

She had the body of a young girl, yet it possessed the lean, firm muscle developed from long-term volleyball training a sight that made one’s face flush and blood boil.

Every look in her eyes and every breath she took was like a fierce jungle beast, playfully clutching the prey’s throat, imperiously demanding submission.

Chen Yi didn’t dare meet her eyes for too long. Her light amber eyes darted around. She released one hand to reach for her own neck, touching a frog buckle as if preparing to undo it.

Suddenly, Shen Xiaojiang raised a hand to stop her.

“What are you doing?” she mouthed.

Chen Yi’s heart sank; she felt a wave of disappointment.

So, she had misunderstood that wasn’t what Shen Xiaojiang meant.

Shen Xiaojiang spread her short-sleeved shirt across two of the steps.

Chen Yi watched blankly, unmoving.

Shen Xiaojiang said nothing more. She directly took Chen Yi by the wrist and led her to the side.

Chen Yi had a small frame; her wrist, clearly very slender, still felt soft to the touch.

She was led to the edge of Shen Xiaojiang’s clothes. She looked at the shirt, then at Shen Xiaojiang.

Against the green light, her pupils shimmered with an eerie glow.

Like priceless emeralds or agates.

The corners of her eyes were long and narrow, stained with a faint mist.

Her thick, long lashes fluttered like black butterfly wings fragile and easily broken.

Shen Xiaojiang lost herself for a moment.

She fell into the whirlpool formed by Chen Yi’s eyes and leaned down as if possessed.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Shen Xiaojiang stopped abruptly and whispered: “Sit there.”

To avoid making any more noise, Chen Yi did as Shen Xiaojiang said and sat on the shirt.

But since her feet were dirty, she was reluctant to put them on Shen Xiaojiang’s clean shirt. Instead, she kept them together on the cold marble step.

Just as she settled into the pose, Chen Yi saw Shen Xiaojiang crouch down beside her.

Shen Xiaojiang reached out, carefully cradling Chen Yi’s legs and moving them onto the shirt.

She handled them with extreme care, as if Chen Yi’s feet were some incredible treasure.

Looking at the earnest look in Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes, and catching a glimpse of her high nose bridge and fluffy hair, Chen Yi’s heart couldn’t help but ache.

Why is Shen Xiaojiang still so good to me?

Even though I hurt her so deeply.

Chen Yi’s gaze dropped even lower, looking at Shen Xiaojiang’s black tank top, feeling embarrassed once more.

Just as she was about to look to the left, she saw Shen Xiaojiang sit down right beside her.

Unsure of the situation upstairs, Shen Xiaojiang and Chen Yi sat quietly, looking at each other in silence.

Shen Xiaojiang pulled her legs up, resting her folded hands on her knees. She looked quiet, well-behaved, and obedient.

Chen Yi stole a look at her and mirrored the pose, pulling her own legs up. She wrapped her arms around her knees and lowered her eyes, her emotions unreadable, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

In the dim space, their inner worlds were magnified infinitely.

They sat beside one another, yet both were deeply missing the other.