Rose Lock - Chapter 52

“Godmother Gong…” Hua Manyi rubbed her toes, her face slightly flushed, and she swallowed a small mouthful of saliva.

Gong Yan lowered her eyes and glanced at the clothing on the floor, unmoved.

Hua Manyi felt her chest was tight, she clenched her fists and covered her chest, breathing hard, “Godmother Gong, I’m uncomfortable…”

The air was silent. Gong Yan saw her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was genuinely uncomfortable and in pain. A hint of compassion stirred in her. She stubbed out the cigarette, walked over, put the water cup on the nearby table, leaned over, and reached out to touch her forehead.

The fine down on her forehead brushed against Gong Yan’s fingertips. Gong Yan suddenly looked into her pitiful, misty eyes, like a dog drenched in the rain.

Gong Yan was stunned for a moment. By the time she reacted, the poor puppy beneath her had turned into a fierce little dog. Her neck was tightly hugged by a pair of slender hands, and the unexpected weight pulled her down, causing her to fall onto Hua Manyi.

Her thin lips were urgently and passionately kissed by the woman beneath her, with a sense of clumsy awkwardness, but it was much better than the previous night.

Gong Yan couldn’t quite describe the feeling in her heart. She knew full well that this woman likely had a problem of blacking out whenever she drank, and after a night of passion, the two of them would very likely revert to their initial state of interaction.

“Manyi… Yiyi…” The hand clutching Hua Manyi’s waist grew tighter. Gong Yan kissed her chin, her collarbone, and her fingertips found the slit of the qipao, easily finding the softness.

“Mmm…” Hua Manyi panted heavily. Just as she was about to reach that point, she stopped moving, only clinging to Gong Yan’s neck, her eyes wet as she gazed at her, as if looking at something, yet also seeming to be in a daze.

“Yiyi… we can’t, we can’t continue like this.” Gong Yan suddenly sobered up, annoyedly pulled her hand out, furrowed her brows, undid the fine white hands from her neck, and got up.

If this woman, Hua Manyi, had no idea what was happening, what difference was there between her touching her and r*pe?

“Hua Manyi, wake up, do you know what you’re doing?” Gong Yan glanced at her own qipao, which had several buttons undone by someone, her mind in disarray as she buttoned it back up.

“Woo—” Hua Manyi lay on the sofa, maintaining the posture from being pushed away. With a low sob, tears flowed uncontrollably down her flushed cheeks.

Gong Yan deeply closed her eyes, “Hua Manyi, before you remember, I cannot continue to do this with you.”

However, Hua Manyi cried louder, sobbing, “Sister Irene… is it still possible for Manyi to pack up now and elope with you…?”

Silent crying spread in the air. Hua Manyi felt a painful twinge in her chest, the sadness pressing down like a massive stone, suffocating her. No woman could be happy after being rejected. Just as she was about to turn over to face the back of the sofa in self-isolation, the next moment, her knees were pulled apart, a coolness touched there, a dark figure pressed down on her body, her chin was suddenly gripped by a slender hand, and she was forcefully turned back.

Hua Manyi was slightly startled. Before she could clearly see the woman’s expression, she was already immersed in the woman’s angry, deep kiss. She instinctively hugged her back. The woman’s hand on her body seemed to have magic, always able to immerse her in an ocean of comfort, the waves surging again and again with the movement of her fingertips.

“Hua Manyi, don’t let me hear the name Irene again.” Gong Yan’s eyes were cold as she looked at the woman beneath her, who was closing her eyes, even her breathing and panting so alluring and delicate. Her jaw tightened, and she steeled her heart.

“Ouch… it hurts.” Hua Manyi felt a pang of pain on her tongue, followed by the taste of blood filling her mouth. She instinctively wanted to push Gong Yan away, but she also couldn’t bear to. Memories from the depths of her mind flashed intermittently.

That day, Godmother Gong had punished her the same way, telling her not to remember the feeling of Irene kissing her anymore.

“Godmother Gong, I know I was wrong…” Hua Manyi tightly closed her eyes. The hand beneath her kept her floating aimlessly, fine beads of sweat trickling onto her forehead, as if she were tangled in a nightmare.

Two qipaos lay scattered on the floor. An expensive pearl necklace dropped onto the carpet, uncared for. High heels lay haphazardly.

Hua Manyi sat on a tall table, her toes unable to reach the floor, her back against the cold wall. Next to her was a gramophone, its small brass horn standing quietly in the corner.

Under the white light, two bodies were illuminated.

The small instep suddenly tensed in the air. Hua Manyi struggled to steady herself on the tall table, her shoulders trembling, weakly embracing the head resting on her lower abdomen. The woman’s exquisite wave-patterned hairstyle slid across her fingertips, bringing a satisfied sigh.

It started to rain in the middle of the night, a drizzling plum rain. The sound of the rain came through the window, fine and dense, and even the air was fragrant, full of the scent of rainwater.

In her dream, Hua Manyi remembered a scene from her childhood, carrying a flower basket and an umbrella, happily stepping over the small stone path outside the Hua family corridor. The rain pattered, splashing onto her white socks. It smelled like this then too.

A ray of morning sunlight shone through the window, landing beside the pillow. Hua Manyi woke up, looking at the snowy white walls and the dark, intricately patterned purple quilt. She was stunned. This feeling of uninhibited intimacy was exactly the same as yesterday.

She lifted the quilt and saw, sure enough, she was naked again.

Why had she been so fond of sleeping naked these past two days? However, this way of sleeping truly ensured a good night’s sleep, feeling completely unburdened.

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