My Sweet Little Flower Turned Out to Be a Sinister Ghost - Chapter 70

Bai Qingyu’s movements were far more straightforward than Song Yuehua’s, without a trace of shyness. With one arm wrapped firmly around Song Yuehua’s waist, she exerted a slight force and pulled her onto her lap.

“Ah!” Song Yuehua gasped in surprise, instinctively bracing her hands on Bai Qingyu’s shoulders, her fingers tightening slightly as her body stiffened.

Before she could steady herself, Bai Qingyu’s palm tightened gently along her waistline, drawing her even closer. Warm breath brushed against her lips, and in the next moment, soft lips pressed firmly against hers, silencing the words she had yet to utter.

Song Yuehua’s mind went blank, leaving her passively accepting the aggressive kiss.

Bai Qingyu’s learning ability had always been astonishing. From her initial clumsiness to her current proficiency, she had already mastered every way to make Song Yuehua lose herself.

Her tongue moved with a gentle yet unyielding force, coaxing Song Yuehua’s into a dance that sent shivers coursing through her body.

Perhaps due to her lack of exercise, Song Yuehua often found herself short of breath.

Just as Bai Qingyu was still savoring the moment, Song Yuehua’s cheeks would already be flushed from lack of oxygen, her eyes glistening with moisture, and she could only lightly push against Bai Qingyu’s shoulders.

Bai Qingyu had no choice but to stop, her dark eyes fixed intently on Song Yuehua, swirling with unquelled desire as her fingertips gently traced Song Yuehua’s reddened lips.

Gasping for air, her eyes damp and cheeks flushed, Song Yuehua struggled to steady her breathing. Just as the tightness in her chest began to ease, that stunning face drew near again, and another round of kisses descended.

After another brief intermission, Song Yuehua was left weak and boneless from the kisses, collapsing against Bai Qingyu’s neck as she breathed heavily, her nose brushing against the warmth of the other’s skin, her fingertips tingling with numbness.

Suddenly, a warm, wet sensation enveloped her ear, Bai Qingyu was nibbling gently on her earlobe, sending waves of delicate tingling throughout her body.

Song Yuehua stiffened, quickly bracing one hand against the back of the sofa as she lifted her head with difficulty from Bai Qingyu’s shoulder. Her eyes, still misty, glared at Bai Qingyu with a hint of reproach.

Bai Qingyu’s breath was scorching: “You promised me.”

Dazed, Song Yuehua took a moment to recall the vague agreement she had made earlier.

But faced with Bai Qingyu’s direct and fervent gaze, she couldn’t help feeling embarrassed, her cheeks burning intensely. She buried her face back into Bai Qingyu’s shoulder, not daring to look at her again.

Enduring the tingling sensation on her earlobe, she allowed Bai Qingyu to continue nibbling at her ear. But when Bai Qingyu’s lips slowly trailed downward, brushing against her delicate neck, Song Yuehua couldn’t help trembling slightly and whispered a reminder, “We… we still have to go out for dinner later… Don’t… don’t leave any marks.”

“Don’t worry,” Bai Qingyu said, lifting her head briefly.

Song Yuehua still didn’t dare to look at the person nestled against her neck, silently praying that Bai Qingyu would keep her promise in this matter as faithfully as she did in everything else.

The last golden rays of the sunset sank below the horizon, leaving the unlit living room bathed in twilight.

Song Yuehua stared blankly at the bar behind the sofa. The skin on her neck tingled faintly, a lingering sensation from their earlier intimacy. Bai Qingyu still held her by the waist, face buried in the crook of her neck, breathing warm puffs of air.

It took quite a while for Song Yuehua to regain her composure.

Truth be told, given how Bai Qingyu had been lingering at her neck earlier, she hadn’t held much hope of escaping “unscathed.” It wasn’t until she climbed off Bai Qingyu’s lap, slipped on her slippers, and rushed to the mirror that she finally relaxed, seeing only a few faint, barely visible marks on her neck.

The villa was perfectly situated, just a ten-minute drive from the commercial street. They chose a pizza restaurant wafting with the aroma of cheese, having just parked and entered.

By the time they finished their meal, the sky had completely darkened. Instead of hurrying to retrieve the car, Bai Qingyu naturally took Song Yuehua’s hand, and they strolled along the street under the lamplight, step by step toward the bridge.

As they set foot on the bridge again, Song Yuehua suddenly felt a sense of disorientation. The traffic on the bridge flowed ceaselessly as ever, red taillights forming a moving river of light. The evening breeze, carrying the unique humidity of a summer night, rustled the leaves of the camphor trees lining the road.

Just like that night many years ago, brightly lit, the night air cool and refreshing, yet her state of mind had completely transformed.

The stifling summer night was dispelled by the evening breeze, a cool dampness brushing against her cheeks. Song Yuehua couldn’t help but lean closer to Bai Qingyu. Hand in hand, they ambled along the sidewalk, surrounded by the clamor of honking cars, the whispers of couples, and the laughter of children chasing each other.

Song Yuehua tilted her head to look at Bai Qingyu beside her. Her long hair was lifted by the breeze, a few strands clinging to her cheeks. The dim yellow streetlights cast shifting patterns of light and shadow across her face, accentuating the elegant contour of her nose bridge.

It reminded her of the first time they had met on this very bridge.

Gazing at the distant stream of car lights, Song Yuehua suddenly chuckled and turned to Bai Qingyu. “You know? The first time I saw you, I thought you were like a stray kitten, all prickly, lips pressed together defiantly. Even covered in scars, you were so beautiful I couldn’t look away.”

Bai Qingyu lifted her head, tucking the hair behind her ear, and replied, “The first thing I noticed was your eyes. Even though it was so dark here, I saw them right away, so bright, so clear, so untainted. When you looked at me, it was like moonlight from the sky, gentle and soothing.”

“What a coincidence,” Song Yuehua mused. “Looking back now, I actually had thoughts of jumping back then. If you hadn’t come, I might have jumped.”

Bai Qingyu patted her shoulder sympathetically.

“You have me now, and many other friends too.”

Song Yuehua nodded, nuzzling into her embrace. “Yes, I was so young then, thinking parents and school were the whole world. Thankfully, I’ve grown up now and know the sky won’t fall.”

“We’re all moving forward,” Bai Qingyu said softly, resting her forehead against Song Yuehua’s hair. “The troubles of the past have become stepping stones.”

Suddenly, the evening breeze turned cooler, carrying moisture from the river. Song Yuehua shivered slightly, rubbing her arms. “It’s getting a bit cold. Should we head back?”

“Okay.”

When she returned home, the motion-sensor light in the living room automatically turned on. Song Yuehua hurried to the bathroom to run hot water for a bath. After a comfortable soak, she emerged wrapped in a beige bath towel, her hair still dripping. Drying her hair with a towel as she walked toward the bedroom, she called out, “I’m done. The water’s still warm, you should go take a bath now.”

Bai Qingyu was sitting in a rocking chair in the bedroom, reading a book. Hearing the voice, she closed the book, placed it on the small table beside her, and beckoned to Song Yuehua. “Come here, let me dry your hair for you.”

“Okay!” Song Yuehua’s eyes lit up. She obediently picked up the hairdryer and walked over, settling on a small stool in front of Bai Qingyu.

The hairdryer hummed to life, warm air sweeping through her hair. Standing behind her, Bai Qingyu gently ran her fingers through the damp strands, carefully and tenderly untangling them. The faint scent of shampoo mingled with the warm air from the hairdryer, and Song Yuehua closed her eyes contentedly.

“All done, it’s dry.” Bai Qingyu turned off the hairdryer, placed it back on the dressing table, and then used a comb to smooth out Song Yuehua’s hair.

“You should go take your bath now and get some rest,” Song Yuehua said, tilting her head back to look at her. Suddenly remembering something, she added, “Oh, right, aren’t you going to work tomorrow?”

Bai Qingyu nodded, pinching Song Yuehua’s cheek lightly. “Yes, there’s a pile of documents waiting for me at the company. But I’ll come back early.”

“Then you really need to rest well,” Song Yuehua hinted meaningfully.

Bai Qingyu smiled without replying.

By the time Bai Qingyu finished her bath, Song Yuehua was already in bed.

The sky-blue bedsheet set had been chosen by the two of them together. Now, Song Yuehua lay on her side in matching pink couple’s pajamas, scrolling through her phone, her hair spread across the pillow.

Bai Qingyu dried her own hair at the dressing table. After turning off the hairdryer, she switched off the main overhead light, leaving only the two bedside lamps on.

Song Yuehua had already turned to face away from the door, her eyes closed as if asleep.

Bai Qingyu walked over, a soft smile curling her lips as she looked at the bundled-up figure on the bed. She gently lay down behind Song Yuehua, nuzzling the top of her head with her nose. Noticing the faint flutter of her eyelashes, Bai Qingyu leaned in, her warm lips slowly approaching, and softly took Song Yuehua’s earlobe between her lips.

“Mmm…” Song Yuehua could no longer keep up the act. Her eyes flew open, and she turned to glare at Bai Qingyu, though her cheeks were already flushed. “What are you doing? Aren’t you going to sleep?”

Bai Qingyu propped herself up, blinking innocently at her, her fingertips lightly brushing Song Yuehua’s earlobe. “How can I sleep without a goodnight kiss?”

Meeting her gaze, Song Yuehua relented.

“After the kiss, we sleep. No fooling around.”

“Mm,” Bai Qingyu agreed. “I’ll kiss you.”

“Fine.” Song Yuehua lay flat on her back as Bai Qingyu slowly straddled her, palms resting on either side of her shoulders, leaning down closer.

Song Yuehua had expected the goodnight kiss wouldn’t be simple, but she hadn’t anticipated it would last so long she’d run out of breath. Their soft lips moved against each other, carrying the faint scent of shampoo, and her breathing gradually grew uneven. She could only clutch the sheets beneath her instinctively.

“Haven’t you kissed enough?” Song Yuehua gasped during the brief moment Bai Qingyu moved to kiss her earlobe, her voice tinged with a breathy, nasal tone.

“Not yet,” Bai Qingyu murmured against her earlobe, her tongue lightly tracing the curve, sending a shiver through Song Yuehua’s entire body.

Song Yuehua’s hands were pinned firmly above her head by Bai Qingyu, leaving her with no way to break free. She could only let herself be enveloped by the other’s presence.

Already somewhat drowsy, she managed to respond to Bai Qingyu in a daze at first. But after a few minutes, her eyelids grew heavy, and she surrendered completely, allowing Bai Qingyu to take the lead.

Bai Qingyu’s kisses gradually drifted from her lips, lingering with soft pecks along her neck.

Clutching onto a sliver of awareness, Song Yuehua murmured in a hazy voice, “Don’t leave any marks…”

Bai Qingyu hummed softly against her neck, warm breaths brushing over her skin. Song Yuehua felt a comforting warmth spread through her entire body, as if she were soaking in warm water. She didn’t catch what Bai Qingyu said next before her consciousness slowly faded away.