Among Three People Walking, There Must Be One Straight Girl - Chapter 5

Lan Ranxing licked her lips and leaned further into the throw pillow. Today’s pillow felt exceptionally different. Usually, holding one for too long would make it hot, but this one was cool, soft, and very elastic—though some parts were a bit bony, like where her leg was draped.

How strange, she was actually pushed away by the pillow.

No matter, she would take the initiative.

She hugged it even tighter. The pillow’s shoulder was a bit stiff against her chest, and as she tried to move forward, she could only nuzzle her head inward.

The pillow smelled so good, blending with her own scent.

Lan Ranxing sniffed, entwining herself with the pillow. It was soft and smooth, so comfortable; her hands naturally began to knead it.

She touched something—a bit hard yet a bit soft. She stuck out her tongue and licked it, and the pillow seemed to grow firm and erect.

She savored the taste on the tip of her tongue; it was a hint of sweetness, very faint, hard to distinguish. As if dissatisfied, she knit her brows tightly.

Suddenly, she bit down on it.

The tense pillow began to turn hot, and the intensifying fragrance stimulated Lan Ranxing. She licked at it, it was so sweet.

Lan Yuyue, stiff as a board, didn’t dare move. Her ear was being traced inch by inch by something soft—wet, hot, and mushy. Her breathing became labored.

Lan Yuyue glanced at the person beside her. Her hair was scattered, draped haphazardly.

The room was dim, but the moonlight from outside filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Lan Ranxing’s face.

Her clearly visible features swayed along with her movements.

The breathing near Lan Yuyue’s ear grew rapid. Teeth lightly ground against her earlobe, and the force of the licking carried a hint of urgency. As it swept over a certain part of her auricular cartilage, a whimper escaped Lan Yuyue’s tightly bitten lips.

This shouldn’t go on.

Just as Lan Yuyue was about to push her away, Lan Ranxing—as if having tasted honey—moved all the way down, licking and kissing, moistening Lan Yuyue’s neck before stopping at the collarbone.

She traced and ground slowly, alternating between light and heavy, slow and fast.

Lan Yuyue could see Lan Ranxing’s fluffy head, strands of hair sweeping across her heart with every movement.

Lan Yuyue narrowed her eyes and bit her lip hard. Her brain told her she shouldn’t do this, but her body became increasingly reluctant to leave, trembling with excitement, even hoping Lan Ranxing would do more.

The pain on her collarbone woke Lan Yuyue up. She grabbed Lan Ranxing by the neck, mounted her, and pinned her firmly to the bed.

The person beneath her whimpered, hugging Lan Yuyue—who was now leaning over and panting heavily—and constantly nuzzling against her.

Lan Yuyue’s fingers tightened. She lay prone on top of Lan Ranxing, her long hair scattered against Lan Ranxing’s chest, as she groaned: “Do you have any idea who I am…”

She should have kicked Lan Ranxing off the bed the first time she approached.

Lan Ranxing was too much to her taste.

Lan Ranxing’s personality and looks had attracted Lan Yuyue the moment she saw her. A simple, happy puppy with a sense of possessiveness over her belongings.

Those cool eyes would always burst with light like stars whenever she saw Xia Wan. She was always smiling—not the kind of fawning, purposeful smile Lan Yuyue used, but just smiling out of pure joy.

When those eyes looked at her, Lan Yuyue would involuntarily tense up. The scrutiny and curiosity in those eyes would be replaced by Lan Ranxing’s declaration of sovereignty: “Stay away from Xia Wan!”

If I stay away, I won’t be able to see you.

The person beneath her stopped moving, finally falling into a peaceful sleep.

Lan Yuyue slowly sat up. Seeing the glistening moisture on her own skin, the hand gripping Lan Ranxing’s neck momentarily tightened with force.

The airway was squeezed, and Lan Ranxing instinctively opened her lips slightly, revealing the tip of the tongue that had found pleasure on Lan Yuyue’s body tonight.

Lan Yuyue’s breath hitched. Not daring to linger, she rolled off the bed and fled the room as if escaping.

She hid by the door, panting. The places Lan Ranxing had lingered on were burning hot. Her fingertips involuntarily began to trace them, but Lan Yuyue snapped her hand back.

She told herself: “Play and mess around all you want, but Lan Ranxing is not someone you can touch.”

Lan Yuyue forced herself up and walked to the sink. In the mirror, her eyes were flirtatious, her expression practically screaming with unsatisfied desire.

The loose pajamas were wrinkled and messy. Around her fair collarbone was a ring of red marks—a clear set of tooth prints, especially from those two little canines.

Below, it was a vast ocean. Lan Yuyue unceremoniously slapped herself.

“Wake up.”

Late at night, the ground was dry and the cicadas returned to their song. A dark cloud drifted lazily, obscuring the moon and leaving only a sliver of light.

Among the towering buildings, only a few scattered lights remained.

On the balcony, light fell from above. A young woman kept her head down, scrubbing forcefully as if venting.

A few minutes later, the light went out. High up on the drying rack, a pink piece of fabric hung.

The moment the door closed, Lan Yuyue felt like she had been born again, as if the person from just now wasn’t her.

Passing a mirror, her gaze was caught by the vivid marks on her collarbone. She shook her head and murmured: “I need to find something to do.”

On the other side, the person on the bed, freed from restraint, turned on her side again.

Using both hands and feet, she only felt the wrinkled bedsheets.

Lan Ranxing pouted dissatisfiedly, her brows knit together.

Suddenly, a light hit her eyes. Vaguely, she saw the ‘pillow’ run away.

Lan Yuyue, having sneakily returned, stood on tiptoe and carefully took her phone from the bedside. Just as she turned around, a cry came from behind: “Don’t go!”

Lan Yuyue’s body swayed, her collarbone burning again. Ignoring the cry behind her, she left quickly.

Lan Ranxing watched the pillow disappear into the light. She ran desperately, chasing with all her might.

Along with the pillow, she faded into the darkness.

She stood confused in the dark when suddenly her hand touched the pillow. Lan Ranxing hugged it tight: “Hey! Gotcha.”

This pillow felt completely different from the one before—short and flat, without any of the previous softness.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind her: “Are you looking for me?”

She turned to look. In the black space, her pillow was standing there, glowing with a faint white light.

Lan Ranxing took three steps in two and hugged it: “Yeah, I’m looking for you.”

Suddenly, the white light burst into a dazzling glare, and her pillow turned into a person.

The places she had licked turned into red ears, a smooth long neck, and that collarbone bearing her tooth marks.

Lan Ranxing swallowed hard, her heart fluttering wildly. She licked her lips and slowly looked up to see her pillow clearly.

The person she had met offline for the first time yesterday was looking at her with a smile.

Lan Ranxing’s back went numb. She stumbled back a step, but the person stepped forward, even taking her hand. Soft, boneless lips and tongue took her fingertip into their mouth.

Moisture and a tingling sensation swept over her. Lan Ranxing’s mouth hung open, forgetting to pull her hand back.

When they parted, her fingertip glowed with a faint light. Lan Ranxing involuntarily stared at the lips that had held her—hooking her like a rose.

Her fingertip was guided to trace the ear, the neck, and the collarbone.

The person: “You were so intimate with me just now, and now you’ve forgotten?”

The person took a step forward, their bodies pressed tight. If Lan Ranxing moved just a little bit forward, she could kiss…

Lan Ranxing pushed her away violently: “It’s not you!”

Her voice grew weak: “It’s definitely not you.”

The light was pushed away by her, and everything faded back into darkness.

Lan Ranxing panted and flipped herself upright. She clutched her heart—which didn’t know which way was north, south, east, or west—and turned around with difficulty.

The bed beside her was empty. When she touched it, there was no warmth. Lan Ranxing breathed a sigh of relief and slumped limply against the wall.

She actually had a wet dream about Lan Yuyue!

How could the object of her wet dream be Lan Yuyue? She’d rather it be Xia Wan.

Lan Ranxing imagined the scenario with Xia Wan, and she shook her head even harder.

“No, it can’t be Xia Wan.” It seemed Lan Yuyue was more acceptable.

Terrified by her own thought of taking a step back, she clutched her hair and screamed silently: “Why does it feel like I can actually accept it!”

She slapped her cheeks, suggesting to herself: “It’s just a wet dream. It’s normal to have them at this age. It’s just because I haven’t been in contact with other people for too long. Yes, that’s right. It’s just that lately the only people I’ve seen are Xia Wan and Lan Yuyue. As long as I meet more people, it’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.”

Lan Ranxing muttered: “Tomorrow, tomorrow I definitely have to go out and see other people. That’s right!”

Lan Ranxing planned what she was going to do, her eyes involuntarily drifting toward the bed. She murmured: “What did she go do instead of sleeping?”

She checked the time: six o’clock.

They had long since left the high school environment of waking up at five. Having spent three years in university, they were used to waking up only when there were classes. Now that it was summer break, they usually slept until they woke up naturally.

Lan Ranxing slumped down and pulled up the covers: “Whatever she’s doing, I’m sleeping!”

Eyes closed—Lan Yuyue’s lips, vivid as a rose.

Eyes open—the dark, hollow ceiling.

Eyes closed again—Lan Yuyue’s vivid, dripping ears.

Eyes open again—the dark, hollow ceiling.

Closing and opening, closing and opening. The curtains couldn’t block the rising sun, and the room was shrouded in yellow light.

Lan Ranxing sat up dissatisfiedly, huffing: “Lan Yuyue, you better be careful. Don’t let me catch you making a mistake!”

She petulantly ravaged the quilt. The air-conditioned quilt printed with roses scared Lan Ranxing into tossing it away quickly.

“Why isn’t this my quilt!”

She saw her own quilt, now looking like dried pickled vegetables, in the corner.

Lan Ranxing covered her face. The 1.8-meter bed endured her rolling around: “What on earth happened last night!”

She quietly opened a crack in the door and scanned the house. The kitchen hood was buzzing, and a graceful figure wearing her pajamas was busy in the kitchen.

She watched as Lan Yuyue slowly opened the lid of the clay pot. Steam surged out. Lan Yuyue used a ladle to stir the contents of the pot, scooped out a small spoonful, and blew on it slowly.

Lan Ranxing stared intently at those lips, recalling the difference between the person in the dream and the person before her.

The lips were paler, lacking the color from the dream. The whole person carried a slight sense of decadence.

Lan Ranxing was lost in thought when Xia Wan walked to the kitchen, yawning.

“Wow, who is this? Is it my Snail Girl~ Come, give big sister a kiss.” Xia Wan made a move to kiss Lan Yuyue, but her palm-sized face was blocked by Lan Yuyue’s hand.

“After sleeping with Xingxing for one night, Yueyue has forgotten me, her old flame.” Xia Wan put a hand over her heart like Xi Shi, wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes. “To think I’ve lost two people in one day.”

Lan Yuyue spun the drama-queen Xia Wan around: “Get lost.”

As she pushed Xia Wan out of the kitchen, Lan Yuyue saw Lan Ranxing standing not too far away, her face so gloomy it was practically dragging on the floor.