The Fake Daughter is a Max-Level Green Tea [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Confession

The words that hadn’t found their way out yet were sealed by a kiss.

Lu Chaoqing stood slightly on her tiptoes, freeing one hand to hook around Lin Chumu’s waist. Her entire body instinctively pressed flush against the other woman, following the momentum. Her kissing technique was far from mature; she relied on a bit of previous experience and impulsive instinct, half-biting and half-kissing. Pinned against the doorframe, Lin Chumu allowed the rhythm of the kiss to be taken over, her expression flickering with a hint of surprise.

The lip balm Lu Chaoqing wore tasted of grapefruit; the fresh citrus scent mingled with her perfume until the details became indistinguishable. Lin Chumu’s lips were soft, carrying the cool, common scent of mint. That softness began to tactically reclaim ground, sending a tingling, electric sensation through every nerve, causing the small sparks to roar into a flame.

Perhaps because these thoughts had been hidden deep in her heart for so long, Lu Chaoqing’s movements were clumsy yet strangely practiced—the kind of thing one might have quietly rehearsed in a dream. Almost from the very beginning, Lin Chumu followed her lead with utter compliance as they moved into the room. Only the small nightlight by the bed was turned on, its hazy glow adding fuel to the dangerous atmosphere.

Finally, when Lu Chaoqing lightly hugged her neck and gave her a small nip, Lin Chumu’s voice came out low and raspy: “Go take a bath. Stop moving around.”

Lu Chaoqing’s movements faltered. As she lifted her burning face from Lin Chumu’s neck, she scrambled toward the exit. The scent of perfume still lingered on her skin. The awkwardness of the interrupted intimacy seemed to find release in the force with which she shut the bathroom door; a heavy thud echoed through the empty hall.

Lin Chumu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a moment before casually picking up a change of clothes and heading toward the bathroom as well.

The door was closed but unlocked. Lu Chaoqing didn’t turn around immediately upon hearing the sound. She continued to use a warm, wet towel to wipe her clean arms while sitting in the bathtub.

The water had just been changed, and bright red rose petals floated on the surface. The vast expanse of crimson formed a sharp, vivid contrast against her snow-white skin. The ends of her long, wavy hair—recently dyed back to a deep gold—were soaked and clung limp to her shoulders. This color and style made Lu Chaoqing’s face look even more delicate. Soft air bangs covered her forehead, and her round eyes were half-open, her trembling lashes battling the water droplets clinging to them.

Before she turned her head, Lu Chaoqing had never seen Lin Chumu like this.

The woman leaned lazily against the doorway, wearing only a small black slip dress with a gauzy outer robe draped loosely over her fair, rounded shoulders, half-concealing her collarbone. Her smooth, brownish-black hair reached her waist; as she stepped into the tub, a few stray strands stuck to her collarbone.

The dim, amber light gave the dark strands a slight sheen. They rose and fell gently with her breath before disappearing into the blurry depths of the water. The water was quite hot and wouldn’t cool down for a while. Lin Chumu kept a slight distance, her hand lightly patting the calm surface of the water, making rhythmic splash, splash sounds.

There was something suggestive about those long, wet fingertips submerged in the water. The closing distance caused the ambient tension to rise. Unconsciously, Lu Chaoqing closed the gap until their legs brushed against each other.

Lu Chaoqing pulled the woman into her arms. Lin Chumu offered no resistance, allowing herself to be pulled over with total submissiveness. Her chin came to rest at the junction of Lu Chaoqing’s shoulder and neck, her breath—damp with steam—brushing against the girl’s ear.

The woman’s body was soft, and leaning against her, Lu Chaoqing could clearly perceive the similarities and subtle differences between them. Lin Chumu freed an arm, mimicking Lu Chaoqing’s earlier gesture by hooking it around her waist. Her fingertips brushed seemingly by chance against the center of Lu Chaoqing’s back, sending ripples through the warm water.

The moment her earlobe was gently nipped by teeth, Lu Chaoqing shuddered, and her movements even faltered for a second. But just as she tightened her grip on Lin Chumu’s waist to continue, the woman abruptly grabbed her right hand—the one she had waved around so many times. Lin Chumu tapped a finger against Lu Chaoqing’s brightly colored nails, the crisp sound swallowed by the warm water.

The positions were instantly reversed.

By the time Lu Chaoqing, her legs already feeling a bit weak, requested a “change of scenery because she wasn’t ready,” Lin Chumu lifted her directly out of the bathtub. Lu Chaoqing’s remaining sanity was just enough to pull a bath towel over them both. Dripping water all the way to the bedroom, Lin Chumu kicked the door shut.

Large patches of water soaked into the soft duvet.

As their lips met again, the previously subsided heat flared to an even higher peak. This time, Lin Chumu no longer passively indulged her; she took the initiative and went on the offensive. The lingering sweet scent of lip balm tangled in the air, and a flush of burning crimson spread from their necks to their collarbones.

The dim light blurred their silhouettes, but at such close proximity, every soft strand of hair and every mist-covered eye was clear.

Lu Chaoqing had fantasized about this scene a few times in her dreams, with their positions reversed. However, she had just discovered that taking the lead was far more exhausting than she had imagined. Thus, in this moment, she had to use a bit of “cunning” and let her Sister lead their beautiful first time.

The improper thoughts that had taken root in her heart at some unknown point were finally being answered. The fire rising through the chaos blurred her vision; in the midst of it all, Lu Chaoqing reached out to dim the lights even further. In the darkness, the clearest things to perceive were the temperatures transmitted through their touch.

Before they formally stepped into the halls of the “mysterious banquet,” Lu Chaoqing suddenly remembered something she had bought and locked in a drawer—though she couldn’t remember exactly when. She hurriedly reminded Lin Chumu that they must use it for hygiene.

It was just a bit troublesome to go and get it now. Lu Chaoqing thought with a bit of regret that she should have prepared everything beforehand.

But the moment the words left her mouth, Lin Chumu seemed to realize something. She sat up, slightly brightened the bedside nightlight, and composedly pressed her fingerprint onto an electronic lock on a drawer. From inside, she took out a brand-new, unopened box.

“So… are you ready now?”