I Swear I Don’t Want to Be Everyone’s Favorite - Chapter 69.3

The gloved hand slid downward from the nape of her neck, while scorching, delicate kisses followed the woman’s descent, tracing her throat. The faint scent of woody perfume forced Jiang Luoyue to tilt her head back.

“Xiang Fan.”

She tried to speak, attempting to push her away before her senses were completely overwhelmed. But that hand had already slipped beneath her clothes, the texture of the glove sending shivers across her lower back, with a hint of moving even further down. Alarm bells rang in Jiang Luoyue’s mind. “You !”

But before her reprimand could fully form, her lips were captured once more. Perhaps dissatisfied with the interruption, Xiang Fan’s kiss was no longer gentle but assertive, relentless in its invasion until their tongues intertwined. The sounds of ragged breaths and rustling fabric masked the sudden tremor that ran through her body as something slipped inside. Only when Xiang Fan had seized control of her senses, watching her tremble uncontrollably and gasp for air, did her kisses soften once more.

“So adorable,” she murmured softly, then pressed another kiss to the tip of Jiang Luoyue’s ear. Jiang Luoyue’s body was no longer cold but burning hot, enough to melt even Xiang Fan into her.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Jiang Luoyue gradually emerged from that numb, dazed state.

“Let go of me.”

This time, even her voice had grown hoarse, the tail end unconsciously rising, a lingering effect of the intermittent exertion from earlier.

“No.” After refusing, Xiang Fan noticed Jiang Luoyue remained silent, merely attempting to pull away, so she tightened her embrace and coaxed softly, “Turn around. I want to see you.”

“Are you insane?” Suppressing a gasp, Jiang Luoyue nearly spat the words at Xiang Fan. Given their current position, how on earth was she supposed to face Xiang Fan?

Just as her suppressed rationality was on the verge of collapse, Xiang Fan seemed to finally grasp her thoughts and withdrew with a hint of guilt. As she wiped her fingers, Jiang Luoyue kept her eyes lowered, avoiding any eye contact throughout. Yet, they were so close that the rustle of the tissue against Xiang Fan’s fingers sounded unnervingly clear, unsettling Jiang Luoyue’s mind.

In that instant, only one thought consumed her:

Was Xiang Fan out of her mind?!

But the person in question clearly thought otherwise. After cleaning her hands, she transformed back into the poised Director Xiang. Dressed in formal attire for some event that day, Xiang Fan had casually draped her jacket over a chair upon entering. A black tie rested beneath her white shirt, and though the fabric was slightly wrinkled from their earlier actions, a quick adjustment would have her ready for any grand occasion.

In contrast, Jiang Luoyue’s clothes were disheveled, her chapped lips swollen and red, her neck dotted with faint, dense lip marks.

Xiang Fan looked quite pleased with the traces she’d left.

Then, right before Jiang Luoyue’s eyes, she began unbuttoning her shirt with her fingertips.

Noticing Jiang Luoyue’s stunned gaze, Xiang Fan smiled and took her hand. “Luoyue, help me undo it? Hmm?”

That smile was almost blinding, her lips slightly flushed, exuding an unusual tenderness.

The thought of how much of Xiang Fan’s lipstick she must have ingested earlier made Jiang Luoyue’s throat tighten.

She didn’t want to speak, hoping silence would serve as her refusal. But how could Xiang Fan, who had just lavished her with ardent attention, tolerate such coldness?

“Are you angry?”

Jiang Luoyue ignored her, wanting to bury herself in the blankets, but Xiang Fan swiftly pulled her close. “If you don’t say anything, how will I know if you liked it or if you’re upset?”

“Or is this your silent consent?”

Jiang Luoyue finally understood that she was no match for Xiang Fan, neither in strength nor in audacity. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the world, as if to prove she had no other intentions toward Xiang Fan.

Xiang Fan didn’t touch her body again but made use of her hand instead. As she put it, Jiang Luoyue’s lack of refusal was consent.

Jiang Luoyue could close her eyes to avoid seeing, but she couldn’t block her ears to avoid hearing.

For the next several minutes, Xiang Fan kept softly moaning by her ear, her breaths coming in broken gasps. For a moment, Jiang Luoyue even wondered if Xiang Fan was using her for some strange purpose. She tried to pull her hand back, but it remained firmly clasped in that warm palm, leaving Jiang Luoyue baffled as to where all those inexplicable sounds were coming from.

So, when her hand was finally released and instead slipped into something silky, Jiang Luoyue instinctively thought Xiang Fan had had her fill and wanted to withdraw. But this time, what reached her ears was a muffled groan and a surprised,

“Be gentle.”

Jiang Luoyue was stunned, finally opening her eyes. Her fingers were entwined with the tie beneath Xiang Fan’s shirt. She had no idea what madness had seized him, as if afraid she wouldn’t be able to pull him close, he had deliberately wrapped the tie around each of her fingers.

At this moment, the unconscious tug from Jiang Luoyue pulled her forward, making her breath hitch instantly. Yet, her gaze held no trace of resentment, only a faint hint of amusement: “So Luoyue likes it this way?”

As she spoke, Xiang Fan leaned back again, returning to her previous posture, and casually asked, “Want to do it again?”

Her shirt was completely wrinkled now, but it only added to her effortless charm. Jiang Luoyue’s eyes swept over her and, upon confirming that the lower half of her body was normal, she let out a sharp sigh of relief.

So, those earlier soft moans were just Xiang Fan deliberately trying to fool her.

Confident in this realization, Jiang Luoyue retorted, “It’s you who wants to play, isn’t it?”

Xiang Fan didn’t mind at all. Instead, she chuckled softly and began kissing her again.

“Good guess. How are you so clever?”

“The way you stared at me so coldly just now was so beautiful, even though you were so passionate earlier.”

Her voice, already pleasant, now carried a husky, desire-laden tone that made it all the more enticing.

But Jiang Luoyue, jolted out of her dazed state by Xiang Fan’s successive antics, was now fully awake.

“Even if I owed you from last night, I’ve paid it back by now, haven’t I?”

“Mhm.” Xiang Fan, even in the midst of her advances, didn’t forget to respond. She actually took a few seconds to think before answering seriously, “You caught me off guard. I wasn’t prepared, so I got more of a scare. So, you still owe me.”

Jiang Luoyue couldn’t comprehend it hadn’t everything Xiang Fan just done been a million times more sudden than her own actions?!

But Xiang Fan stated matter-of-factly, “I asked for your opinion, didn’t I?”

“Oh…” As soon as she said it, she realized the flaw in her argument and blinked, “In my heart, I asked. Sorry about that.”

Jiang Luoyue: “…”

Jiang Luoyue closed her eyes in agony, realizing that if shamelessness had a ranking, Xiang Fan would have topped it from the moment she was born.

She suddenly regretted her harsh attitude toward Yu Jingtang earlier, even an ambiguous relationship with Xiao Tang would be better than being entangled with a troublemaker like Xiang Fan.

“Sticky plaster,” she blushed furiously, seething with anger, yet her words came out like a coquettish complaint.

“Mhm.” Far from feeling ashamed, Xiang Fan launched into some cheesy pickup lines, “Only sticking to you.”

Just as Xiang Fan was about to embrace Jiang Luoyue and resume their unfinished business, sharp barks suddenly echoed from the hallway.

Not metaphorical insults, but actual dog barks, a mix of howls and yaps, accompanied by the sound of large paws scurrying and leather shoes clacking, instantly capturing Jiang Luoyue’s attention.

“What’s that sound?” Jiang Luoyue blinked, somewhat incredulous. The villa hadn’t had a dog yesterday, was it arranged by the production team?

She even doubted her own hearing until she saw Xiang Fan’s expression darken instantly.

Only after Jiang Luoyue shot her a glare did Xiang Fan answer her earlier question: “Just a crazy dog off its leash. Dogs are troublesome and clingy. Unless you like them, I”

Already irritated with her, Jiang Luoyue cut her off, “I don’t know if it’s crazy, but there’s one right in front of me that’s on a leash and still bites.”

The retort slipped out effortlessly, but Xiang Fan showed no sign of being offended. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, as if intrigued, and spun the topic into endless possibilities: “Oh? You’ll leash me? If it’s you, then I might consider it.”

Only then did Jiang Luoyue remember she was still holding onto Xiang Fan’s tie.

She quickly released the hot potato, just as she was about to stand up, Fu Yunqing’s voice drifted through the doorframe, mingled with the muffled barks of a dog: “Luoyue? The livestream has already started, why haven’t you come down yet?”

Jiang Luoyue jolted in surprise and instinctively opened her mouth to respond, but her lips were abruptly covered from behind.

“Don’t answer her,” Xiang Fan commanded, issuing yet another order.

Before what had just happened, Jiang Luoyue might have obediently complied, playing along to keep the peace. But now, her mind was consumed by the dread of the livestream, Fu Yunqing waiting outside the door, and the unsettling fact that she was still tangled up with Xiang Fan on the bed in such an ambiguous situation,

She finally began to push Xiang Fan away. “Let go of me.”

“No.”

Jiang Luoyue felt like she was about to lose her mind.

She couldn’t out-argue her, couldn’t overpower her, why had she never realized before just how infuriating Xiang Fan could be?!

Xiang Fan, on the other hand, seemed to find amusement in Jiang Luoyue’s cold glare. Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to Jiang Luoyue’s lips, then asked with a mix of delight and mischief, “After all, Luoyue wouldn’t want her to find out about what we just did, would you?”

Jiang Luoyue: “…”