The Junior Schemer Has Her Eyes on Me, What Should I Do? - Chapter 3

Zhou Xiangxu truly did not understand why she felt so embarrassed about such an ordinary question.

Among lesbians, this was a basic question that almost everyone asked.

But Chen Mengjing’s directness still made her unable to cope.

“Is, is this important?” she tried to sound calm, but her uncontrollable stutter betrayed her.

Chen Mengjing smiled. “It’s not about being important or not. It’s just easier to proceed once things are clear.”

Zhou Xiangxu found her smile very dazzling. She was clearly up to no good, yet she smiled with an air of innocence.

How familiar was she with these matters?

Could this really be a question asked by a woman who had never been in a relationship?

Zhou Xiangxu didn’t believe it.

“I should be the bottom—” The words had already reached her lips, but Zhou Xiangxu abruptly stopped herself and changed it to, “I can be either.”

It was just a matter of position and dominance, how difficult could it be!

This ambiguous answer helped her salvage a bit of her dignity.

Tonight, she planned not to let Chen Mengjing take the top role. She was the xuejie (senior), after all.

“Really?” The smile on Chen Mengjing’s face deepened.

Zhou Xiangxu felt her smile was even more blinding now, and she looked particularly mischievous.

It was a very charming smile, so beautiful that it appealed to everyone, regardless of gender or age, but Zhou Xiangxu felt there was a hint of malicious intent hidden behind it.

She couldn’t exactly pinpoint what kind of malicious intent it was.

“Stop with the nonsense. You’ll know in a bit, won’t you!” Zhou Xiangxu feigned seriousness, adopting a senior’s demeanor to assert authority and warn the other woman.

“Wow, that tone—full of top energy! I’m looking forward to it.”

Zhou Xiangxu ignored Chen Mengjing’s harmless teasing and inoffensive flirtatiousness. Her eyes looked towards the door behind her, her expression conveying, can you open the door quickly?

But Chen Mengjing remained unmoved. “What should I do…?”

Zhou Xiangxu could tell she was deliberately stalling. “What can’t be said once we’re inside?”

“Xuejie, I want to be the top too, is that okay?”

Her pleading tone must be fake! Zhou Xiangxu suddenly felt she was being teased again by Chen Mengjing. She wanted to flare up but was afraid that in the quiet of the late night, her words would be heard outside.

Even though it was one apartment per floor, she still unconsciously lowered her voice. “Didn’t I just say I could be either?!”

“Then I’ll take that as xuejie agreeing to me.” Chen Mengjing said, turning around and pushing the door open. “Please.”

Zhou Xiangxu felt a hint of smugness in her smile.

That smugness made her feel inexplicably ashamed, as if she had truly agreed to it verbally.

Avoiding Chen Mengjing’s smiling eyes, Zhou Xiangxu stepped past her.

A large, open-plan apartment for one person. Such a spacious place seemed overly luxurious for a twenty-three-year-old, not to mention the furniture with a touch of postmodernism and the few paintings that immediately caught her eye—all works by a controversial American female painter. Zhou Xiangxu had once served as the painter’s interpreter when the artist held a solo exhibition in Shanghai, and the price of every single piece was astonishing.

Chen Mengjing’s paintings here were not from that exhibition, but it was clear she admired the female painter.

Seeing Zhou Xiangxu standing and looking around her apartment, Chen Mengjing casually threw out, “I bought them all with my dad’s money.”

Her tone conveyed an unconcealed sense of entitlement.

“How fortunate,” Zhou Xiangxu replied dismissively.

“The bathroom is over there—” Chen Mengjing raised her hand and pointed to the left. “Xuejie can go first. There are new towels inside, and you can use everything freely.”

“Alright.”

Zhou Xiangxu responded faintly, but her mind wondered, Is Chen Mengjing always this casual?

Chen Mengjing’s slippers were too big for Zhou Xiangxu. As she walked towards the bathroom, the white slipper on her right foot suddenly flew off.

A soft laugh came from behind her. Zhou Xiangxu pretended not to hear, hopped over on one foot to put the slipper back on, and then slowed her pace.

Even the bathroom was exceptionally spacious. The bathtub, shower area, wardrobe, and vanity were all separated. On the vanity was a fresh bouquet of pure-white lisianthus, with slightly more fully opened blooms than buds. They must have been bought today, and they coordinated perfectly with the bathroom’s color scheme.

As she took off her clothes, Zhou Xiangxu deliberately checked the time. It was already 1 a.m., long past the suitable hour for a tryst. But when was the suitable time for a tryst?

There was no such thing as a “suitable” time, was there?

You either took the initiative or waited passively.

All the way over, she had been imagining intimate scenes with Chen Mengjing.

Even now, she didn’t have a single clear picture of it in her mind.

To say that they were not attracted to each other tonight would not be entirely accurate.

Otherwise, Chen Mengjing would not have immediately understood such a subtle invitation.

Zhou Xiangxu adjusted the hot water, stepped under the showerhead, and began washing slowly.

She deliberately avoided wetting the area behind her ears, where she had applied perfume.

About twenty minutes later, having cleaned up, she gently pulled open the bathroom door.

As she stepped out of the bathroom, her gaze first fell upon Chen Mengjing’s long, straight, and startlingly white legs, as she lowered her head slightly. Looking up, she realized Chen Mengjing had changed into shorts. The dip of her waistline between the black vest and the shorts was completely exposed. Mmm, her belly button was shaped like a teardrop, very beautiful.

Taken aback, Zhou Xiangxu raised her head and asked, “Why are you here?”

“Listening to xuejie take a shower here,” Chen Mengjing looked down slightly.

The direct and intimate statement, “Listening to xuejie take a shower here,” immediately triggered a reaction in Zhou Xiangxu. She hoped Chen Mengjing couldn’t see the flush on her face.

“What do you mean?” she deliberately asked, knowing the answer.

Zhou Xiangxu’s cleansed and purer appearance stimulated Chen Mengjing’s optic nerves to the maximum.

She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist pinning her xuejie directly against the wall, so she lowered her gaze, avoiding Zhou Xiangxu’s misty eyes that still carried traces of water vapor.

Chen Mengjing didn’t reply. Zhou Xiangxu then noticed her gaze fixated on her toes, and she unconsciously pulled her feet back slightly.

However, her beautiful and innocent-looking toes were still exposed.

“Does xuejie think there could be any other meaning?”

Zhou Xiangxu wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Chen Mengjing’s voice seemed a little husky now. Her voice was usually very clear and bright, but at this moment, it sounded somewhat indistinct.

“Why listen to me take a shower?”

“If xuejie wants to know the answer, why not listen to me take a shower?”

After saying this, Chen Mengjing straightened up, brushed past Zhou Xiangxu, and entered the bathroom.

She was left frozen in place—

Her skin had become very pink from the heat of the steam. When Chen Mengjing spoke the last sentence, she suddenly bent down close to Zhou Xiangxu’s ear. Her slightly hoarse voice, her breath a few degrees warmer than the air, and her words themselves—all carried an undisguised provocation. This made the pink on Zhou Xiangxu’s skin deepen by several degrees.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind Zhou Xiangxu.

But, “…why not listen to me take a shower” still lingered in her ear. The slightly warm breath Chen Mengjing let out while speaking also hadn’t dissipated. If she hadn’t misheard, after speaking, Chen Mengjing had also abruptly inhaled a breath from her.

Yes, the scent of perfume must still linger near her ear—

So, did she also like the scent of Pink Romance?

At this thought, the red flush on Zhou Xiangxu’s face deepened further, the color spreading all the way down her neck.

She wanted to quickly escape, but then she heard rustling sounds from the bathroom. For some reason, Chen Mengjing’s phrase, “Xuejie if you want to know the answer…” replayed in her mind.

Accompanied by the deliberately lowered, even intentionally dry voice, a vivid scene, which she hadn’t been able to imagine at all from the bar to this apartment, suddenly appeared naturally in Zhou Xiangxu’s mind.

She didn’t know if it was stimulated by Chen Mengjing’s blindingly white legs, or the seduction of her suddenly changed voice, or perhaps the indistinct sound of clothes being removed from the bathroom at this moment was causing a chemical reaction within her.

In any case, she felt like she had been put under Chen Mengjing’s “listen to me take a shower” spell and couldn’t leave the bathroom doorway.

She didn’t know when, but the pitter-patter of the shower started inside.

Not long after, the pitter-patter of the water stopped. Zhou Xiangxu knew that Chen Mengjing must have adjusted the water temperature and must have stepped under the stream. The hot water was blocked by her body. The warm water was wetting her chest. Her legs and waistline were so appealing, her chest shape must also be—

Zhou Xiangxu didn’t understand why, when listening to the other person shower, such a clear image automatically popped into her mind.

Had Chen Mengjing also imagined such a scene just now?

Would she also, like herself, momentarily suppress the urge to push the door open the instant the sound of the shower briefly ceased? Would she also feel the all-consuming urge to shower together?

The next afternoon, Zhou Xiangxu woke up first.

She looked down slightly and saw the right arm wrapped around her from behind.

Looking at the person’s long fingers, and remembering the events of the previous night—her ear tips instantly turned bright red.

She shifted forward, wriggling out of Chen Mengjing’s embrace. Zhou Xiangxu swiftly grabbed the silk pajamas at the foot of the bed and hastily put them on. Thank goodness the person behind her hadn’t woken up.

Having taken the lead role last night and insisting on delivering the perfect birthday gift, Chen Mengjing must be exhausted

After putting on her pajamas, Zhou Xiangxu gently smoothed her long hair, then turned back to look at the woman still sound asleep. Her hair was ink-black, making her skin appear even snow-white. In her sleep, she looked much softer than when she was awake.

She quietly got out of bed. Before leaving the room, she looked back once more.

She both hoped to slip away quietly and also wished to say a proper goodbye to Chen Mengjing.

The reason for this contradiction was that Zhou Xiangxu only intended this to be a one-night stand (ONS). But recalling the joy of the night before yes, Chen Mengjing was truly the perfect birthday gift—it was false to say she didn’t feel a little lingering attachment at this moment.

Zhou Xiangxu remembered leaving her dress in the living room, but after searching around, she couldn’t find it.

It wasn’t on the balcony either. A hunch told her that Chen Mengjing had hidden it.

When she turned back from the balcony, she saw Chen Mengjing, arms crossed over her stomach, leaning lazily against the side of the bedroom door, staring at her unblinkingly.

Before Zhou Xiangxu could speak, the other woman preempted her. “Xuejie plans to take the gift and leave without saying goodbye?”