Fell In Love With My Older Sister’s Friend - Chapter 110

The drunk Xu Luwei was a bit prickly.

When Yi Liang went to pour her water, Xu Luwei only nudged it with the back of her hand but refused to drink, looking at Yi Liang with slightly aggrieved eyes, her long lashes drooping: “It’s too hot.”

Yi Liang coaxed her, “Then I’ll add some cool water for you.”

Xu Luwei shook her head, and for some unknown reason, she became angry and stubbornly said, “No.”

Yi Liang was helpless. She found a small spoon, scooped up a tiny bit, brought it to her lips, carefully blew on it to cool it down, and then offered it, softly pleading, “Drink a little, okay, Jiejie (older sister)?”

Xu Luwei composed herself, sipped a tiny bit, and immediately refused to drink any more: “I am not your older sister.”

“Alright, alright, I’m not,” Yi Liang found it amusing. She glanced at the time, “It’s very late, shall we go to sleep?”

Xu Luwei became clear-headed: “I’ll sleep by myself.”

Yi Liang stuck out her tongue, “Of course you’ll sleep by yourself.”

Although she was attracted to Xu Luwei, Yi Liang didn’t want things to progress that fast. Being rather pure hearted, just being a little closer was already a great happiness for her.

Xu Luwei lowered her head and quietly closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep. After a while, she suddenly leaned softly to the side, and accidentally ended up leaning into Yi Liang’s embrace.

The woman’s long curly hair cascaded over Yi Liang’s shoulders, brushing against her neck, causing a ticklish sensation. Yi Liang endured the discomfort but couldn’t bear to brush it away.

Fearing that she would wake Xu Luwei and lose even this chance to enjoy the softness and warmth, she gently supported Xu Luwei’s shoulders and called out to her, “Jiejie, shall we go to sleep?”

Xu Luwei did not answer, remaining asleep with her eyes closed. Her breathing was light and even, and her porcelain like cheeks were flushed, suggesting she was truly overwhelmed by the alcohol.

Yi Liang tried calling a few more times, but the woman remained unresponsive.

Finally, Yi Liang gave up struggling, wrapped her arm around Xu Luwei’s slender waist, and carried her to the bedroom bed.

The bedroom was large and spacious, with a warm and refreshing layout, and a huge princess bed where Xu Luwei lay alone, looking empty.

Yi Liang suppressed her wandering thoughts and bent down to remove Xu Luwei’s shoes.

The room’s heating was on high, and Xu Luwei was wearing a pair of thin, fluffy slippers a simple, plain style that loosely covered her feet, threatening to fall off.

Yi Liang reached out to touch them, and the slippers slid into the fluffy carpet without a sound. However, her hand accidentally grasped Xu Luwei’s foot.

It was a very beautiful and clean tender foot, small and exquisite, resting quietly in her palm. It gradually became warm, then scorching hot, heating up to her very core.

Yi Liang felt like she had grasped a hot coal and, flustered, quickly let go. The movement was so sudden that the bell on her wrist jingled again.

She felt annoyed, regretting putting on this thing that restricted her movement, but since Xu Luwei had put it on her personally, she couldn’t bear to take it off.

Thinking carefully, the jingling sound actually added a certain allure.

Xu Luwei slept peacefully, hugging the quilt. The woman who was usually meticulous was moving around restlessly in her sleep the quilt was half covering her, leaving half exposed, and her long legs were carelessly kicking out.

Yi Liang blinked, unsure if she should cover Xu Luwei with the quilt. Did this kind of service fall under the duties of a private assistant?

Only a small nightlight was on in the bedroom. In the warm yellow glow, the slender long legs, with skin as white as jade and exquisitely clear, shifted before her eyes.

Even static, it was enough to make one blush and the heart race, let alone the occasional slight twitch from Xu Luwei, which offered fleeting glimpses of the scenery beneath her dress.

Yi Liang finally couldn’t bear it anymore and walked to the bedside to cover her with the quilt. As soon as she bent down, the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, her cherry lips slightly parted, exuding an alluring grace.

She was incomparably beautiful, a mix of reserve and fragility that made one want to retreat yet also advance.

Yi Liang’s heart pounded. She softly said, “I’m just covering you with the quilt…”

Saying that, she reached out to touch the corner of the quilt. Her hand trembled a few times before she finally managed to grasp the slippery edge of the blanket.

She unintentionally brushed against Xu Luwei’s body, which was also slippery.

Xu Luwei stared at her, her long lashes fluttering slightly, her cheeks flushed. After a while, she burst into laughter.

That was the first time Yi Liang had seen Xu Luwei so happy, as if Yi Liang had done something foolish, making Xu Luwei find it incredibly novel and amusing.

Perhaps because she was drunk, her usual restraint was gone. A radiant smile based purely on instinct could be devastatingly charming.

In her panic, Yi Liang didn’t cover the quilt she lifted the entire thing off.

Xu Luwei sat up quietly on the bed, raising her eyes in confusion, not understanding why it suddenly felt cold.

Yi Liang hesitated. Before she could let go, Xu Luwei suddenly lunged forward.

Like a cat, she not only successfully snatched the quilt back into her arms but also grabbed something else.

Yi Liang stumbled, grabbed by Xu Luwei’s wrist. With a dizzying spin, by the time she reacted, she had pinned the woman in her arms tightly against the wall.

One of her arms braced against the wall, the two of them were extremely close. Xu Luwei’s beautiful eyes stared right at her, her small face expressionless, even carrying a faint smile.

So close that she could hear each other’s breathing. Unknowingly, Yi Liang’s mind became chaotic.

The silver bells jingled, and she tasted the scent of alcohol on Xu Luwei’s lips it was very sweet.

And the taste of alcohol from Xu Luwei’s mouth was even stronger and sweeter.

In the amorous atmosphere, her fingertips traced over Xu Luwei’s long hair, moving involuntarily over the woman’s body.

Xu Luwei obediently leaned closer, her eyes vacant and quiet, even smiling sweetly.

Yi Liang’s breathing became erratic, and she asked in a low voice, “Do you know who I am?”

Xu Luwei’s gaze flickered to the bracelet on her wrist and she replied with certainty, “My personal… assistant.”

Yi Liang leaned down and pressed closer, her voice husky, “Do you know what we are doing?”

Xu Luwei didn’t answer. After pondering for a moment, she looked up tenderly and eagerly, “We are doing… private things.”

A private assistant should do private things.

Yi Liang’s last thread of reason snapped, and she couldn’t control herself from kissing her.

The little silver bells chimed as the eighteen-year-old girl solemnly declared, “I will take responsibility for you, Jiejie.”

Amidst their disheveled clothes, Xu Luwei felt a warmth she had almost never experienced before, so intense it made her want to cry.

It was like the sun, unreasonably filling her with ardent heat a consequence free ecstasy and madness, terrifying, yet addictive.

She closed her eyes, pretending to be completely captured by the alcohol. At the moment she could bear it the least, a clear tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

Having suppressed it for too long, she would indulge herself at this very moment.

She would allow herself to be completely immersed once, to be reckless once.

She was already twenty-four how much youth did she have left to squander?

Even though she knew the vast difference in their statuses, even though she knew from the beginning that this would lead to heartache, she still irresponsibly wanted to drag this girl, who suited her perfectly, down into the vortex to spend the long night together.

In a sleepy haze, Xu Luwei felt herself being held tightly. She reached out her hand, embracing the girl’s slightly hot body pure and sincere, everything offered to her without hesitation.

Being eighteen was wonderful one wasn’t even afraid of being hurt and still held onto the hope of forever; a single glance could fill one’s heart.

The ardor and tenderness she had lacked for so long were compensated for tonight in another form.

As Yi Liang drifted in and out of sleep, she heard Xu Luwei whisper softly by her ear, “I’m sorry…”

She struggled to open her eyes, but the woman was already sleeping peacefully in her arms, looking utterly exhausted, making her want to cherish her tenderly.

Yi Liang couldn’t help but kiss her cheek, a wave of pleasure and tenderness washing over her heart.

She thought about so many things how to date Xu Luwei, how to become worthy of her, how to save a lot of money to marry her.

Xu Luwei was not a casual woman therefore, they would definitely be together forever.

Even if the gap between them was huge now, anything was possible with effort, wasn’t it?

Yi Liang believed in this outcome almost without thinking; even her dreams were filled with smiles.

The beginning of any romance is always the most alluring. Both sides only see the best aspects of the other, deliberately ignoring the existing disparity.

Why did Xu Luwei say sorry? Yi Liang would understand only much, much later.

But she thought that even if she had known the ending back then, she would have chosen the same path without hesitation.

The proud Yi Liang, forever brave for love, regardless of anything else, only for the sake of her own heart.

She burned fiercely, scorching Xu Luwei’s eyes wanting to get closer, yet unwilling to commit too deeply, afraid that once she fell into the abyss, she would never get out.

Their relationship settled into a deep tacit understanding.

Xu Luwei was busy with work and always finished her work after Yi Liang closed her stall. Thus, Yi Liang would close a little later and wait for her at the entrance of the building.

To avoid gossip, they consciously maintained a distance, only eagerly holding hands after turning a corner.

When they looked at each other, their eyes were filled with deep smiles.

Yi Liang excitedly told her about the day’s earnings from the stall and her morning dance class. She said mysteriously, “Jiejie, I’ll treat you to something good, something you’ve never had.”

Xu Luwei stopped and looked at her with a smile, waiting for Yi Liang to produce some strange little gadget again.

The girl excitedly rushed to the street corner. When she returned, she held something warm in her hand. She lowered her head, peeled off the skin, and offered it to Xu Luwei’s lips, her smile unable to be concealed: “Roasted sweet potato!”

Hot roasted sweet potatoes were cheap yet popular, found everywhere in the streets and alleys of Weicheng.

But Yi Liang insisted on adding, “This is the best one nearby. I observed it at least five hundred people bought them this afternoon!”

“Try it, Jiejie, just try it!”

Xu Luwei bit into it. The sweetness melted in her mouth, feeling exceptionally comforting in the cold wind.

It was truly the most delicious and surprising taste she had ever had.

Later, when Yi Liang was gone, she passed by again and, on an impulse, bought another one. When she bit into it, it was still tasty, but it seemed like it no longer held that same exquisite flavor.

Every time she passed by, thinking of the girl’s blazing palm and innocent smile, Xu Luwei’s breath would catch once.

She admitted that she had failed Yi Liang.

Although based on various conditions, Yi Liang was the one climbing up the social ladder, feelings are not measured by family background or status, but by sincerity.

Xu Luwei repeatedly told herself, You are a timid coward, a shameful deceiver.

If you knew from the start that it wouldn’t last, why did you give her the chance to begin?

It wasn’t that she hadn’t hinted at it. On a night after a strenuous encounter, a fragility and sorrow surfaced in Yi Liang’s eyes when Xu Luwei asked, “If… I mean, if we break up someday…”

The look Yi Liang gave her was like that of a puppy whose owner was about to abandon it.

Xu Luwei stopped talking, and both tacitly pretended to be oblivious, feigning permanence on one pristine bedsheet after another.