I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 6

Le Yi had sobered up, but not completely.

Seeing the sight before her, her brain hadn’t quite caught up, but her body had already made its choice.

Only the small light by the door was on, and its dim glow cast a subtle effect on Chu Qiao’s skin, which was so pale it was almost blinding, as if it had been airbrushed.

Le Yi’s throat bobbed. She opened her mouth and took a bite.

Chu Qiao let out a soft moan, a sound like a kitten’s little paw scratching at her heart. It didn’t hurt, but it was incredibly ticklish.

In that instant, Le Yi’s reason completely vanished.

Once you’ve tasted something delicious, you crave it even more. And with it right there in front of her, how could she possibly hold back?

Le Yi’s head was spinning. She had no idea what she was doing. The corners of Chu Qiao’s eyes were flushed crimson, and she wrapped her arms around Le Yi’s head.

“Le Yi…”

Chu Qiao’s voice was soft and delicate, especially the last syllable, which sounded like a cooing kitten, so seductive.

Le Yi bit down harder, and as expected, she heard an even more enchanting sound. Her wicked side was immensely satisfied. She hadn’t known she could be so terrible, but now she did.

Chu Qiao couldn’t stand being left in this state of suspense and lightly shook her shoulders.

“Le Yi…”

“Hmm? What is it?” Le Yi looked up and asked. Her cheeks were flushed from the wine, and she stared at Chu Qiao with a bewildered expression.

Chu Qiao felt teased, but her heart was beating uncontrollably fast. A heat rose through her whole body. Her skin was incredibly sensitive, so much so that even the air felt like it was leaving a mark.

Seeing that Chu Qiao didn’t answer, Le Yi asked again, “What’s wrong?”

How could Chu Qiao tell her that she was frustrated with her slow pace? She just hummed and pressed her head back into her embrace. Le Yi’s arms were full of her. Chu Qiao’s scent filled her nose, and her mind began to race.

It felt soft and airy, like sinking into a bed of cotton. She just wanted to stay there forever.

After a long while of exploration, a plum blossom bloomed on the snowy mound, a vibrant, tender red. On its branches hung a glistening droplet of melted snow, precarious and enticing.

Chu Qiao had been leaning against the shoe cabinet for so long that her entire back was cold. Le Yi lifted her into her arms and walked straight to the sofa.

Seeing how enthusiastic she was today, Chu Qiao worried she might still be drunk. “Le Yi, do you want me to make you some hangover soup?” she asked tentatively.

Le Yi stumbled. She almost dropped Chu Qiao. Yesterday, Le Yi had asked her. Today, Chu Qiao asked Le Yi. They were taking turns making hangover soup for each other. Anyone would think they were a house full of alcoholics.

She looked at the kitchen and got an idea. “I do feel a little dizzy. I’ll take you up on that, Qiao Qiao.”

Chu Qiao’s only concern at first was whether Le Yi liked anyone else. Knowing she didn’t, she was at ease. Now, her priority was Le Yi’s well-being. The other things could wait.

“Then put me down. I have to…” At least put on some clothes.

Chu Qiao looked down. Her bra strap was hanging off one arm, and the rest of her body was exposed to the air. How could she possibly make hangover soup like this?

Le Yi didn’t stop. She looked at the kitchen and said, “There’s no rush. I’ll carry you.”

Once inside the kitchen, Chu Qiao understood what Le Yi had in mind. Le Yi placed her on the counter, even thoughtfully put an apron on her, and then raised her chin. “Start cooking.”

Even though Chu Qiao and Le Yi had been intimate before, this situation was still incredibly embarrassing. Wearing only an apron was more revealing than wearing nothing at all.

Le Yi looked at Chu Qiao’s butterfly bones, her hand hooking the apron string at her waist, pulling her close. She pressed her lips to Chu Qiao’s ear and whispered, “Don’t you know how to do it? Should I teach you?”

Chu Qiao’s lips trembled, her voice a weak whisper. “I do.”

“Then get started. If you take any longer, I’ll be sober.”

As Le Yi said this, she reached out and turned the stove on for her.

…Being treated this way sent a slight, stinging sensation through her, but mostly, it was a tingling numbness. Chu Qiao’s legs turned to jelly, and she almost fell to the floor. Le Yi held her waist just in time. Pressed so tightly together, Le Yi could see her fluttering eyelashes, the flushed tips of her ears, and the delicate, peach-like skin on her long neck. She rested her chin on Chu Qiao’s shoulder. When she spoke, her lips were perfectly aligned with Chu Qiao’s ear, a truly intimate scene. Chu Qiao’s hands were on the counter, her beautiful phoenix eyes clouded with tears.

“If you don’t start, the pot’s going to burn.”

Le Yi’s voice was quiet, but it still made Chu Qiao tremble. Chu Qiao looked back at her with a pleading look in her eyes, a look that seemed to hold a dozen hooks, incredibly alluring. Le Yi’s heart tightened, and her expression grew more intense.

Chu Qiao’s voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of a sob, but Le Yi didn’t feel sorry for her. Chu Qiao slumped onto the counter, her neck like a lotus root, even redder than before. Her shoulders trembled slightly. Le Yi’s heart pounded, and she felt even more drunk.

Tears welled in the corners of Chu Qiao’s eyes. She bit her lower lip, and her skin, flushed with a hint of pink, looked like a ripe peach against the black countertop.

Le Yi quickly tasted the sweetness but still wasn’t satisfied. “Looks like we won’t be having that hangover soup today.” She stood up and came up behind Chu Qiao, grabbing her chin and kissing her.

Chu Qiao closed her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks, landing on the soft mounds of her chest, glistening in the light. The kiss was passionate and long, gentle yet dominant. Chu Qiao was so dazed she couldn’t think. There were no tears today, so why does my mouth taste so bitter?

The thought didn’t bother her for long. Her mind quickly emptied, and she couldn’t think of anything else. But after the kiss, that flavor still lingered on her lips.

Le Yi let go of Chu Qiao and asked, “How does your own taste? Is it good?”

Chu Qiao was stunned for a few seconds, then her brain exploded. It wasn’t tears!

Le Yi looked at her ears, which were so red they looked like they were bleeding, and the corners of her lips curled up. “Qiao Qiao.”

It was a perfectly ordinary name, but it seemed to hold a certain spell, sinking right into Chu Qiao’s heart.

Chu Qiao leaned in. “What is it, Le Yi?”

Le Yi wrapped her arms around her. Her voice was as light as a whisper. “It’s burning.”

Chu Qiao quickly turned her head. The soup in the pot was almost completely gone. She fumbled with the stove, reaching for a bowl in the cupboard, her backside pressing against Le Yi’s hips. It was no different from giving herself away. Seeing her so “eager,” Le Yi couldn’t refuse.

Just as Chu Qiao got the bowl, her vision blurred. The bowl slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor with a crisp sound.

Le Yi heard her faint voice, as if she were saying, No, Le Yi, but it was so muffled that Le Yi just pretended she didn’t hear it. After all, she couldn’t stop now. If there were difficulties, Chu Qiao would just have to overcome them herself. Why would she stop?

The hangover soup sat there, going from hot to cold. The two of them were in the kitchen the whole time, but neither of them remembered it.

Chu Qiao sat on the countertop. Several times, she couldn’t hold herself up and started to slide down. Le Yi held her up in a different way each time. As Le Yi breathed heavily, she teased, “Easy, you’re going to make my nose crooked.”

Chu Qiao had completely stopped thinking. She was lost in a vast, empty world. When she heard Le Yi’s words, she just stared at her blankly. It took a long time for her eyes to focus. Le Yi was very pleased with her reaction and became even more diligent.

Chu Qiao finally went completely limp in her arms. After a while, she came to her senses and said in a dazed voice, “The hangover soup is cold.” Le Yi found her reaction adorable. She freed a hand and poured out the hangover soup. After all, it was made under such difficult circumstances. She couldn’t disappoint the child.

Chu Qiao thought it was over. She stayed nestled in Le Yi’s arms, refusing to let go. Le Yi had to hold her with one hand and the hangover soup with the other as they left the kitchen. The soup had cooked for too long and was dark and unappetizing. Chu Qiao looked disappointed. “Don’t drink it.”

Le Yi didn’t mind. She chugged it down in one gulp. The taste was hard to describe, but it was definitely effective. After drinking it, she felt completely clear-headed.

Chu Qiao anxiously asked, “Was it really bad?”

Le Yi leaned in. “Why don’t you try it for yourself?” And their lips met. The taste in Chu Qiao’s mouth made her choke a little. What a weird taste. I guess I can’t do anything right. Is Le Yi going to think I’m useless? Chu Qiao hugged Le Yi tighter and initiated a kiss. Her kissing was still a bit clumsy, but it was much better than before, especially her smooth little tongue, which darted around like a snake, making Le Yi’s heart race.

The kiss went on for a long time. Le Yi was completely at a disadvantage, but in other ways, she had all the control.

A chill ran down Chu Qiao’s back. The light from the ceiling lamp stung her eyes, and she closed them instinctively. Le Yi sucked on her neck, adding new marks on top of the old ones, gently biting her collarbone… The snowy mounds were being played with so much they were in danger of getting bruised. Le Yi soothed them with her lips, making Chu Qiao tremble slightly. Her pristine white body was like a work of art, giving Le Yi a desire to mark it. The patch of hair below was also one of Le Yi’s favorites. The delicate scent coming from it was intoxicating.

Chu Qiao no longer had the strength to make a sound. She was panting with her mouth open like a beached fish, hoping this “torture” would end quickly in the face of overwhelming pleasure. After several out-of-body experiences, she had developed a fear of this feeling. Why does Le Yi make her so happy so easily? Has she understood me completely, from the inside out? If that’s the case, then Le Yi has total control over me.

Then she thought again. Even if this wasn’t the case, she stood no chance against Le Yi anyway. She could only grovel and beg for a little love to be thrown her way. A bitter feeling spread in her chest, but her body was still reacting instinctively. The two feelings intertwined, like finding a glimmer of light in the darkness. Even though there was a bit of hope, there was more despair.

Le Yi noticed her distraction and was a little annoyed. “What are you thinking about?” To be distracted at a time like this meant she wasn’t trying hard enough.

Chu Qiao reached out and hugged Le Yi, pulling her close, confirming her body temperature. “Le Yi, don’t leave me.”

Le Yi knew she felt insecure. She said in a soft voice, “What are you talking about? We’re sisters. I would never leave you.”

Chu Qiao asked again, “Will we be together forever?”

Le Yi was silent. The word “forever” was too fleeting. Who knew what would happen in the future? She didn’t want to lie to Chu Qiao.

Chu Qiao became desperate. She begged, “Le Yi, answer me! Say you’ll always be by my side!” Le Yi couldn’t say the words, so she kissed her instead.

Chu Qiao’s eyes stung, and her tears flowed into her mouth, more bitter than ever. It didn’t have to be this way, but Le Yi couldn’t even bring herself to lie. This was true despair.

With their minds on different things, the kiss didn’t last long. Le Yi carried Chu Qiao to the bathroom. Chu Qiao clung to her like a koala bear, as if Le Yi might disappear at any moment.

“Qiao Qiao, let go a little. Let me take a look.” The “snowy mound” had been overused and looked bruised. It needed some ointment.

Chu Qiao buried her face in Le Yi’s neck. When she heard what Le Yi said, she shook her head vehemently. “No.”

Le Yi had no choice but to give up.

Chu Qiao nestled in Le Yi’s arms, holding her waist tightly, her insecurity at its peak. Le Yi suddenly remembered that since they had finished, Chu Qiao hadn’t made eye contact with her once. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding it. “Qiao Qiao, look up. Let me see you.”

Chu Qiao buried her face even deeper, curling up in her arms. This was a very clear refusal. Le Yi lowered her voice, coaxing her. “Just let me see, okay?”

Chu Qiao wouldn’t look up. Her hand was pressed against Le Yi’s chest, like a kitten with its claws retracted. A moment later, Le Yi felt something wet on her chest.

Le Yi was a little startled. Was Chu Qiao crying?

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