My Boss Always Wants to Join My Family - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Fruit Candy (3)

Teeth lightly bit into the skin as heat surged forth slowly and steadily, winding around the wrist like vines.

Zhou Ran’s hand trembled, causing the towel to fall onto the bedding, where it soaked in, creating a dark water stain.

“…Let go first.” Her expression was complex, her voice carrying a trace of an almost imperceptible tremor as she tried to pull her hand back.

However, Lu Yue gripped her extremely tight, refusing to let Zhou Ran leave. It was a mystery where she got such strength, being as drunk as she was.

Lu Yue’s pupils were misty, her brows and eyes curving down softly. She looked as if she were smiling, yet also like she was being bullied—pitiful and helpless.

The tip of her tongue licked over the thin skin, nibbling delicately, neither too light nor too heavy, teasing out a strand of unreachable, untouchable itchiness.

In an instant, the world spun.

Before Lu Yue could react, the other woman had broken free from her control. Slender fingers pressed down on Lu Yue’s wrists, and a knee pressed against the edge of the bed, wedging between her legs.

She looked up somewhat blankly, only to see Zhou Ran looking down at her from above. Her jawline was sharply defined, the childishness of her youth having entirely faded away, leaving behind a sharp, cutting edge.

“You’re drunk. Rest for a while,” Zhou Ran said, pressing firmly on her wrists and pushing her back. “Stop messing around.”

Lu Yue had been pampered since childhood; this struggle had already caused several red marks to appear on her skin.

Lu Yue’s voice was muffled and slurred, but since she couldn’t break her wrists free, she leaned her body forward, pressing her nose against Zhou Ran’s. Her voice was soft yet resilient, like a flower branch that couldn’t be snapped.

“I’m not drunk,” Lu Yue said with a smile. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

She tilted her head back and bit Zhou Ran’s lips.

Caught off guard, the look of astonishment in Zhou Ran’s eyes only made Lu Yue bite harder. She intensified her efforts, attacking again and again, fiercely plundering the other’s breath.

It couldn’t quite be called a kiss; it was more like a chaotic tearing. Zhou Ran’s lip was bitten open, and a tiny bead of blood seeped out.

She knit her brows and pursed her lips; the drop of blood dispersed between her teeth, spreading a fishy, sweet metallic taste.

“What, you’re unwilling?” Lu Yue laughed, her tone becoming increasingly arrogant. “I threw my whole heart at you, chased you for so long, wasted such beautiful years of my youth—and in the end, you won’t even let me sleep with you once?”

She reached out, her fingers resting on Zhou Ran’s collar, her fingertips tugging at the top button. Her voice grew lighter: “Zhou Ran, why don’t you say something?”

Zhou Ran’s clothes were very thin. After the struggle all the way home from the bar, they were already slightly dampened by a thin layer of sweat, clinging tightly to her body. Under the soft indoor light, they appeared somewhat translucent.

Lu Yue was muddled by the alcohol. Seeing Zhou Ran’s silent silhouette, she felt the other woman’s figure was blurry—one moment swaying into three, the next overlapping into two.

For a split second, she felt a clamor in her ears, accompanied by a massive, echoing roar. Pedestrians flowed incessantly, and Zhou Ran stood right in the middle of the crowd.

She just looked at her like that, her school uniform jacket zipped all the way to the top, the old fabric washed to a faded white. Her gaze was cold and indifferent, without a single word to ask her to stay.

Lu Yue shook her head violently, and her vision cleared once more. Zhou Ran was close at hand, her own silhouette reflected in those dark pupils.

—Wait, why are we so close?

Lu Yue was a bit dazed, her thoughts a mess soaked in wine. She opened her eyes in confusion, only to see Zhou Ran leaning closer and closer, pressing against her ear and whispering something.

Lu Yue didn’t hear what Zhou Ran said in her daze, so she just nodded randomly. Suddenly, her earlobe was bitten.

Lu Yue jolted, her drunkenness clearing slightly.

Zhou Ran’s movements were very light. She kissed her earlobe, her nose, her lips. The warm breath surged down slowly, lingering, biting, and licking the delicate skin of her neck.

Leaning against the bedframe, Lu Yue was still a bit lost and helpless. The other woman’s ink-black long hair fell down, brushing over her exposed collarbone, feeling a bit itchy.

Memory became a blur from this point on.

Sweat dripped along the jawline, shoulder straps were hooked by fingertips, and the red dress fell to the floor. On the ivory-white ground, it looked like a ball of burning fire, spreading vast and mighty, dyeing the horizon a crimson color.

She was in intense distress, her whole body trembling. Her cravings were endless, yet she wanted to flee in fear. Her body struggled and pulled, only to inevitably sink deeper.

Her eyelashes were weighed down by moisture, and the bedding was soaked through. Her throat was so hoarse she couldn’t speak; her voice was thin and weak, calling out staggered syllables.

Begging her to come a little closer, just a little closer.

Recalling the events of last night, Lu Yue felt a tightness in her chest and a shortness of breath; she felt like crashing into the mirror and dying right then and there.

However, thinking of the unspent money in her bank card and the countless beauties she hadn’t slept with yet, she decided not to lower herself to Zhou Ran’s level.

They were both adults; it was normal for something to happen. Besides, although Zhou Ran had a cold personality, at least her face was good-looking—she wasn’t the one losing out.

Taking another ten thousand steps back, although she had ended up in the “bottom” position, at least she had been served very comfortably. The one doing the hard work was Zhou Ran; she just had to lie back and enjoy.

Lu Yue attempted to comfort herself, but the more she did, the angrier she got. She balled her fist and punched the mirror, her eyes turning red with rage: “It’s infuriating! Why?!”

That bastard Zhou Ran—why was her technique so good?! Her movements were methodical and incredibly skillful. It was a far cry from that awkward senior in high school who would scowl just from holding hands—

They were polar opposites!

This masterful hand technique had probably been honed by ruining countless innocent, pure, and hopeful little flowers of the motherland!

Lu Yue was so angry she was getting muddled. She had originally only been thinking it, but her mouth followed suit, and she cursed out loud with impassioned cadence: “Hypocrite! A beast in human clothing!!”

As soon as she spoke, two soft taps came from the door, scaring Lu Yue so much her body went limp, nearly collapsing onto the carpet.

“You’ve been in there for forty-five minutes.”

Zhou Ran’s voice came from behind the door, still in that same flat, infuriating tone. She asked softly: “Do you need my help?”

Lu Yue sneered inwardly. She scooped up a handful of clear water to splash her face, straightened the wrinkles in her skirt, let her curls fall behind her back, and raised her eyebrows at the mirror, sketching out a smile.

Her smile was extremely brilliant, vivid and moving; there wasn’t a trace of her previous exhaustion left.

With a soft “click,” the bathroom door opened. Lu Yue, wearing yesterday’s fiery red long dress and clutching a small handbag, tilted her head and looked at Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran didn’t look very well. There was a layer of faint shadows under her eyes. She looked at Lu Yue in silence, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

“Fine, you don’t need to say anything,” Lu Yue said with a composed expression. “Where is the exit? I’ll leave on my own.”

Zhou Ran didn’t speak. She watched her quietly and blankly, making Lu Yue feel awful inside. It was as if a thorn were stuck in her heart—uncomfortable either way.

To not even grant the tiny wish of seeing her off one last time—Lu Yue felt a lump in her chest. She simply turned and walked away, her high heels making a “da-da” sound against the tiles.

Zhou Ran’s apartment was quite large, but it was just an apartment after all. Lu Yue quickly found the entrance and gripped the door handle, but her wrist was intercepted.

“…Lu Yue.”

Zhou Ran’s voice came from behind her ear, familiar yet strange, carrying a very slight tremor, as if she wanted to say something.

Lu Yue pushed her away, opened the door, and stepped out of the house.

She pressed the elevator button repeatedly and arrived downstairs quickly. Just as she was about to exit the residential complex, she heard footsteps behind her.

Zhou Ran had chased after her.

Lu Yue was distraught. She spun around abruptly, her smile stiff: “Zhou Ran, do you even understand what happened yesterday?”

“Last night was a 419, a one-night stand,” she gritted her teeth and shouted fiercely, “Once the sun comes up, we are finished. We’re both adults—don’t keep dragging this out!”

With that, Lu Yue took a deep breath and turned away without a shred of nostalgia, leaving the area.

After walking for who knows how long, Lu Yue stood in the middle of a busy street and glanced back.

There was still a person standing in the distance.

Zhou Ran didn’t even dare to catch up. She was wearing only a thin shirt, her silhouette cut extremely thin by the wind.

She stood there just like that—lonely, alone in place, like an object covered in dust after being abandoned.

What are you looking at? She doesn’t like you anyway, Lu Yue told herself. Go. Why trip up once four years ago, only to trip up again four years later?

She looked down and rummaged through her handbag, only to find that her phone battery was actually full. It hadn’t dropped at all throughout the night, as if someone had connected it to a data cable and charged it fully.

After making a phone call, Lu Yue sat on a bench and waited.

Spring had arrived. Clusters of flowers bloomed on the branches, rustling in the wind, carrying a tiny petal that brushed across her cheek.

Lu Yue waited quietly for a while until a car sped over. Lu Qian jumped out to help her open the door, while Lu Yao, sitting in the passenger seat, was engrossed in playing a game on her phone.

The car door shut with a “bang.” Lu Qian turned his head, looked at his sister’s expression, and asked cautiously: “Sis?”

Lu Yue rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window, giving a casual “mm,” sounding distracted: “What is it?”

Lu Qian whispered: “Sis, were you crying?”

Lu Yue froze. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, only to find water droplets sliding down her cheek. With a soft “pa-da” sound, they crashed into the palm of her hand.

Her eyes were rimmed with red. Tears welled up from her lower eyelids and flowed densely past the corners of her eyes, falling down drop by drop, string by string, pitter-pattering.

Lu Yue’s voice was hoarse, her body trembling uncontrollably. She raised her hand to cover her face, her voice choking:

“…I’m not crying.”

The tears spread across her palm, scaldingly hot.

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