My Wife, So Fierce! - Chapter 44

“Shen Baiyi.” Zheng Yao finally reacted, attempting to pull her hand away unsuccessfully. With her free hand, she took out her phone, turned on the recording function, and said with feigned seriousness, “There’s a little dog here, grabbing and biting people.”

No sooner had she spoken than her finger was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet mouth.

She froze, her heartbeat instantly accelerating. Under the camera’s gaze, under Shen Baiyi’s intense stare, Shen Baiyi gently nibbled on her slender finger, as if wanting to devour her whole.

Remembering what Shen Baiyi had said in the car earlier, Zheng Yao quickly withdrew her hand and instead pinched Shen Baiyi’s chin, stopping her from chasing after her fingers to bite again.

“Shen Baiyi.”

Zheng Yao felt a mischievous urge to tease her. “Come on, tell me again what you said in the car earlier. What are you to me?”

She wanted to record this moment, to let Shen Baiyi once sober see exactly how she acted when drunk.

Maybe then she wouldn’t dare to drink again.

But before she could finish speaking, Shen Baiyi suddenly tightened her grip on Zheng Yao’s wrist. The other hand, somehow, had already found its way to the back of Zheng Yao’s head. Before she could react, a force from behind pressed her downward.

Her lips collided with another pair, soft and warm.

Zheng Yao’s eyes widened in shock.

The phone in her hand instantly dropped onto the sofa.

Shen Baiyi bit and sucked on Zheng Yao’s soft, rosy lips. Zheng Yao instinctively struggled, but instead of breaking free, she was pulled even closer, pressed tightly against Shen Baiyi’s body.

Shen Baiyi’s strength was astonishing. Eyes closed, she kissed with fervor sucking, nibbling, grinding her movements clumsy yet domineering.

And when Zheng Yao, in an attempt to snap her out of it, parted her lips to call her name, Shen Baiyi’s wet tongue seized the opportunity to invade, deepening the kiss with reckless abandon.

Shen Baiyi was like a reckless little lion, marking her territory everywhere.

Their lips and tongues tangled, and the quiet living room filled with the urgent, wet sounds of their kiss.

Zheng Yao had never been kissed like this before. Breathless, her entire face flushed red, she tried to pull away, but Shen Baiyi held her firmly in place, leaving her no room to escape.

Finally, in desperation, Zheng Yao bit down lightly on the unruly tongue exploring her mouth.

Shen Baiyi finally withdrew.

Seizing the chance, Zheng Yao pushed Shen Baiyi away and scrambled backward.

With a loud thud, the back of her head hit the coffee table.

“Ah!”

Tears welled up from the pain. Seeing Shen Baiyi’s hand reaching for her again, Zheng Yao practically crawled away in panic.

Another loud bang, this time from Zheng Yao slamming the bedroom door shut behind her as she fled inside.

The living room fell silent once more.

No, not entirely silent.

Heavy, ragged breaths still echoed in the quiet space. Shen Baiyi lowered her head, her heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst from her chest.

Her hands clenched the sofa, veins bulging from the force.

Shen Baiyi trembled with excitement.

She had kissed her sister.

Her dark eyes, completely sober, shimmered with emotion. She struggled to contain herself, not wanting to lose control completely.

Her sister’s lips were so soft, so sweet.

She loved kissing her.

And her sister had let her kiss her for so long, she hadn’t seemed repulsed at all. Even though she had fled in the end, it didn’t look like disgust. More like shyness.

Realizing this, Shen Baiyi blushed secretly.

Turning her head, she suddenly noticed her sister’s phone, seemingly still recording, but the camera was pressed underneath, leaving the screen pitch black except for the timer and the recording indicator at the bottom.

Shen Baiyi’s eyes flickered slightly as she leaned in closer and whispered softly, “Sister.”

Then, as if unintentionally, she slammed her hand onto the screen. The recording stopped, automatically saving.

After a furtive glance at the bedroom door, she turned the volume all the way down and secretly opened the video.

The video first showed her own face, her cheeks pinched by her sister.

Then came a shaky movement, followed by the image of their lips pressed tightly together.

Within seconds, the phone fell onto the couch, and the sounds of their kissing filled the air along with their heavy breaths. Of course, there were also the noises her sister made while struggling.

She loved it.

This was her first kiss with her sister.

Quickly sending the video to herself and thoroughly deleting the recording from her sister’s phone, she placed it back in its original spot before lying down again.

Her tongue swept across every corner of her mouth, as if searching for any lingering traces of her sister’s taste, and the thought only excited her further.

She couldn’t sleep. She absolutely couldn’t sleep.

Rolling over, she couldn’t help but think about her sister in the bedroom.

What was her sister doing now? They had kissed and her sister hadn’t rinsed her mouth yet. Did that mean her sister’s mouth still carried her taste too?

The realization made Shen Baiyi’s ears burn even hotter.

She felt a pang of regret. She should’ve chewed some gum beforehand.

But she hadn’t planned to kiss her sister in the first place.

She had only pretended to be drunk to keep her sister from spending more time with Dr. Zhuang.

But she had actually been drinking. Maybe she really was drunk, because she felt far more exhilarated than usual.

Desires she normally kept in check now felt magnified a hundredfold, itching under her skin until she couldn’t resist acting on them.

But earlier, her sister had hit her head was it still hurting?

And once her sister calmed down would she be angry?

The thought sent a chill down her spine.

What if her sister got so mad she kicked her out?

The idea instantly soured her mood, replacing the giddiness from the kiss with gnawing anxiety.

It was entirely possible. Her sister had already planned to separate from her after the college entrance exams.

Her whole body slumped in defeat.

But then another thought struck her, if she was going to be separated from her sister no matter what, why not make the most of the time they had left and grow even closer?

Ideally so close that her sister wouldn’t dare push her away.

Her eyes gleamed with determination.

If she just tried hard enough, wasn’t that possible?

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In the bedroom, Zheng Yao lay sprawled across the bed, still dazed.

Her lips tingled, slightly swollen, and her mouth carried a faint trace of alcohol.

She had only eaten sweets for lunch, so that taste could only belong to the little invader from earlier.

She hated using that word for Shen Baiyi, but given what had just happened it was fitting.

She hadn’t even been able to breathe.

No, that wasn’t the point.

Her mind was a mess. They were both girls! How could Shen Baiyi kiss her?!

No! Even if I were a man, I still shouldn’t have kissed Shen Baiyi! What was I just doing?!

How old is Shen Baiyi?

How old is she?!

Just now, she even bit Shen Baiyi’s tongue!

Though the intention was to drive her away, she had indeed bitten down on that warm, slick tongue.

She hadn’t even dared to use too much force, easing up the moment she tasted the metallic tang of blood.

How was that any different from flirting?

Zheng Yao’s face burned, her eyes growing darker.

Her mind was in complete disarray she didn’t know whether she should be more concerned about whether Shen Baiyi liked women or how the two of them would interact from now on.

Did Shen Baiyi know it was her? Or had she mistaken her for someone else in her drunken state?

If it was the latter, then who was that person?

Probably someone from First High School, right? After all, Shen Baiyi had lost her memory and forgotten everything from before.

Wait!

Could it be that lesbian Shen Baiyi had mentioned once? An inexplicable anger surged in her chest as she sat up in bed.

Maybe Shen Baiyi had been influenced by that person.

Students these days were easily swayed by those around them, and Shen Baiyi, with her memory loss, was like a blank sheet of paper even more susceptible to subtle influences.

At this thought, a flicker of regret crossed Zheng Yao’s face.

She should have taken it more seriously back then.

After lying in bed for a while, she got up and walked to the dressing table. The moment she saw her reflection in the mirror, her expression turned grim and complicated.

Her lips were swollen.

The lipstick she’d applied earlier had smudged from the kissing, leaving her tender lips both swollen and red, clearly ravaged.

This was her first kiss.

Not only had it been with another woman, but that woman was practically a kid.

Though Shen Baiyi was already nineteen, Zheng Yao was a full five years older. When she was in kindergarten, Shen Baiyi hadn’t even been born yet.

The more she thought about it, the more her head throbbed.

Zheng Yao wished she could hide in her room forever and never face Shen Baiyi outside, but that obviously wasn’t an option.

Shen Baiyi was drunk, and who knew what state she was in now? If she didn’t drink something to sober up, she’d definitely have a headache later.

Besides, Zheng Yao’s phone was still out there.

Most importantly, she was still hungry.

At noon, she’d only managed a couple of bites of cake before rushing off to pick up a drunken Shen Baiyi, and she hadn’t eaten anything since.

She had to go out, but not like this. Zheng Yao steeled herself, using a wet wipe to clean off the smudged lipstick.

After scrubbing for a while and checking the mirror again, her face burned anew.

Though the lipstick was gone, the redness and swelling remained.

“…”

With a resentful glare, she averted her eyes, torn between embarrassment and frustration. How could she go out looking like this?!

Was Shen Baiyi part dog or something?

Why did she have to bite so hard?!

The marks on her lips wouldn’t fade anytime soon, so Zheng Yao pressed her ear against the door, holding her breath to listen for any movement outside.

It seemed quiet out there.

Maybe Shen Baiyi had fallen asleep.

Whenever she got drunk, she usually slept like the dead.

At this thought, Zheng Yao relaxed slightly, carefully turning the doorknob and peeking out through the crack.

A figure lay sprawled on the sofa.

Her heart finally settled.

Zheng Yao straightened up, stepping out with an impassive expression. Forcing herself to remain composed, she approached the sofa and looked down.

Shen Baiyi was indeed asleep.

A face so beautiful was filled with innocence, yet it was this very person wearing an innocent expression who had forcefully and domineeringly pressed her head down to kiss her.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yao’s expression darkened a shade.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted downward Shen Baiyi’s lips were swollen too?

Not only swollen, but also split in one spot.

Even though it was from her desperate bite during the struggle, now it looked more like Shen Baiyi had been ravaged, pitiful beyond words.

“…”

She hadn’t even kissed back that much, so why were Shen Baiyi’s lips so swollen?

It looked exactly as if she had been the one forcing herself on Shen Baiyi.

The thought made her grit her teeth in frustration.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her phone. Bending down to pick it up, she noticed a five-minute video in her gallery and froze for a moment.

Only then did she remember before Shen Baiyi had pinned her down for that kiss, she had been recording a video.

Glancing at Shen Baiyi, she walked into the kitchen and clicked play.

She wasn’t sure if it had captured the moment Shen Baiyi had forced the kiss on her. If Shen Baiyi refused to admit it, she’d slam the evidence right in her face.

The video began, showing Shen Baiyi with her chin pinched, looking pitiful and adorable nothing like the infuriating person she had become afterward.

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