Love Rival Turned Lover - Chapter 4

“Qian Xun.”

Without even noticing it herself, Ling Qiao’er’s way of calling her had changed.

Even her tone had softened, nothing like the arrogant, domineering, razor-sharp attitude she had shown at the beginning.

The pale, jade-white fingertips glided more and more smoothly over that spot, and the sounds spilling from Qian Xun’s lips grew increasingly sweet and sticky. Only then did Ling Qiao’er realize the faint sting spreading across her own body: tonight, this woman had vented her emotions on her, biting her again and again. She hadn’t felt much at first, but now every bite burned. Seriously—was this woman part dog?

She bit hard.

Too hard.

Looking at the blue-purple marks and rows of teeth imprints all over her own skin, then comparing them with the smooth, flawless, porcelain-white body pressed against hers, the contrast was so stark that Ling Qiao’er furrowed her brows tightly.

Even though she no longer hated Qian Xun at this point, her nature still made her say something cool and cutting:

“Your teeth are really something.”

Then, as punishment, her finger pressed down deliberately hard on that sensitive little nub inside the girl’s body.

The half-dazed, half-asleep girl didn’t react at all.

Only her body flinched instinctively.

Even her soft, whimpering breaths slowly faded.

“Damn it, she’s actually about to fall asleep.”

Staring at the girl’s rosy face and peaceful expression, Ling Qiao’er sounded as if she was grinding her teeth. So today she had basically acted like a maid—serving this damned woman over and over—and now that the drug’s effect had nearly worn off, the girl just used her and then tossed her aside to sleep?

“Damn brat.”

There—her form of address had reverted again.

The little motel was shabby. Ling Qiao’er had already wrinkled her nose in disgust the moment she stepped in. Although the room looked clean at a glance, she could feel how dirty it was, especially the yellowed white bedsheets beneath them.

Suppressing her discomfort and the goosebumps crawling up her skin, Ling Qiao’er wrapped an arm around Qian Xun’s waist and continued easing the girl’s rising desire with her other hand.

The place where their waists met was already a slick, wet mess. Without even looking, Ling Qiao’er knew that her favorite red strapless knee-length dress—the one she couldn’t tolerate even a wrinkle on—had already been rubbed into a crumpled disaster, stained with the slick traces of the girl’s estrus.

Mmm, hhere was even her blood on it.

Night deepened.

In the motel room, Ling Qiao’er had her head turned aside, teeth worrying Qian Xun’s ear in slow, dragging motions. The pressure wasn’t strong; her shoulders and wrists were too sore now. She had long since abandoned the previous rhythm and switched to slow, circling presses instead.

More precise, more attentive movements—taking care of the girl with far more patience than she would ever admit.

Only when the last traces of heat finally faded from Qian Xun’s body did Ling Qiao’er let out a long breath. She withdrew her fingers and wiped them absently against the bedsheet. She had planned to move Qian Xun aside and quickly clean her hands in the bathroom, but the moment she remembered the grimy bedsheet beneath them, her expression turned as sour as if she’d swallowed a fly.

Damn it.

She would rather endure this disgusting, messy state than let Qian Xun’s skin touch the bed.

Ling Qiao’er’s brows twisted and knotted into something nearly resembling a grid pattern, but in the end, she still stayed frozen in place, refusing to get up.

Half-dazed and exhausted, Ling Qiao’er eventually drifted off as well.

That night, she slept achy, sore, utterly drained—every part of her body hurt, and even her nerves felt numb.

As for Qian Xun?

She slept nestled in soft arms, gently held and carefully protected. Aside from the initial pain of being taken for the first time—and the stiffness from being held in one position too long—her spirits were excellent. Her complexion was rosy and bright.

Stars faded; dawn rose.

“Mmm.”

After a small murmur, Qian Xun slowly blinked awake.

“So uncomfortable, ugh.” She rubbed her mushy, cotton-soft head and opened her eyes only to be startled by the enlarged, exquisitely beautiful face right in front of her.

“Oh my god!”

Fragmented memories from the previous night surged back all at once. Startled, Qian Xun tumbled straight off the bed and immediately regretted it.

“Hiss, ow, that hurts.”

Rubbing her sore shoulder and waist, she scrambled up from the floor, only to nearly collapse again when her legs turned to jelly.

Even Qian Xun couldn’t help being speechless.

She had pieced together most of what happened last night. And now, looking at the red-clad girl lying on the bed with her clothes in disarray, Qian Xun felt a twist of complicated emotions.

She was the one who harmed her yet she was also the one who saved her.

If she hadn’t softened at the last moment, that girl would probably have been passed around already.

Qian Xun was not naive enough to believe that the girl had had no chance to escape. She knew exactly how much strength that girl possessed.

“I don’t know if I should say this but I still want to thank you. And I’m sorry.”

Leaning down, she studied the girl’s exquisitely seductive face. Qian Xun reached out and gently brushed the bruise beneath her eye. Then, with both hands, she carefully tugged the girl’s rumpled clothes off her body.

She pulled the hotel’s blanket over her before turning toward the bathroom with the clothes in her arms.

She didn’t see it that even though the girl had endured being undressed without reacting, the moment the soft white blanket touched her skin, she almost broke character.

Ling Qiao’er shot Qian Xun a complicated look, then slowly closed her eyes again.

Beneath the covers, her beautifully pale hands were clenched into fists.

Ye. Qian. Xun.

Ling Qiao’er recited the name silently, one word at a time.

Ye Qian Xun, you’d better not disappoint me. Otherwise.

By the time Qian Xun came out, half an hour had passed.

She turned the air conditioner to high and stood beneath the vent, letting the cool air blow over her damp hair and soaked clothes.

Wearing wet clothes was uncomfortable, but since it was midsummer, the thin fabric dried quickly. It didn’t take long before Qian Xun felt clean and refreshed again.

“Still not awake?”

She helped the girl back into her now-dry clothes and murmured, looking at her flushed cheeks, “Well, maybe that’s for the best. Saves us both from the awkwardness.”

Yes—awkwardness.

After all, it seemed this girl had a deep grudge against the body’s original owner.

Qian Xun picked up the girl’s phone from her bag. She scrolled through the unusually long contact list, then tapped the entry under “Family” labeled Older Brother. After a moment of thought, she typed a message.

Gege, help me. Come quick. Save me.

Finding it too plain, she added a few extra emotive symbols.

It ended up reading:

o(>﹏<)o Gege hurry and save me! Come save me ahhh—your little sister is being bullied! {{{(>_<)}}}

Satisfied, she placed the phone beside the girl.

After standing there for another moment, Qian Xun finally left.

Once she was gone, Ling Qiao’er picked up the phone and read the sent message. Her lips twitched violently. Before her brother could reply, her fingers flew across the screen and she fired off another text:

Ling Junqing. July Hotel, Room XXX. I’ve been drugged. You have half an hour to drag yourself here or die trying.

Setting the phone aside, Ling Qiao’er lifted the blanket and looked at the bruises covering her skin. Thinking of the disgusting thugs from last night, she paused—then let out a cold laugh.

She had considered gouging their eyes out.

And now?

What an excellent opportunity.

Heh.