"What to do When the Pretty Woman I Kissed is My Best Friend's Professor" - Chapter 72

… Biting?

Hearing Yan He’s seemingly blustering words, Shen Jinrong wanted to laugh, but the tingling sensation spreading from her earlobe made her almost completely lose her ability to resist. Her mind was a hazy blank, and a flash of white light seemed to flicker before her eyes. Only one thought remained: she had been bitten.

Bitten on the ear by a naughty little dog.

Was it revenge?

Shen Jinrong vaguely recalled the time on the plane when she had nipped Yan He’s ear when asking if she would protect her. Was the child so petty? She can’t even stand a single nibble? Shen Jinrong thought, stubbornly.

What Yan He wanted, of course, was not merely to bite back.

She wanted more.

The kiss came strangely, starting at the ear, nibbling the earlobe again and again. But she couldn’t bring herself to use any real force, so she moved towards the lips. She hesitated for a long time at the lips, as if debating whether to just kiss her there—or kiss somewhere else?

Yan He straightened up, her gaze falling on her Elder Sister’s fair neck, her eyes growing deeper.

I want to leave my mark.

Yan He didn’t know where she got the courage, but she wanted to leave her mark on every part of her Elder Sister’s body. Perhaps it was because of the driver grandpa’s words just now, which made her subconsciously regard Shen Jinrong as her property, attempting to possess and completely consume her.

“We’re al—” Shen Jinrong’s words only made it out as two syllables; the rest were completely swallowed by Yan He. She widened her eyes, watching Yan He’s tightly closed eyes, watching the child’s trembling eyelashes. She slowly got lost in this fierce yet tender kiss—does the child get nervous when she kisses, too?

Shen Jinrong thought distractedly.

Her lips were gently bitten, as if to punish her lack of focus. Shen Jinrong’s hands had nowhere to go, and she instinctively wrapped them around Yan He’s neck.

The warmth of her Elder Sister’s body transferred onto the thin skin of her neck, intertwining with her own body temperature before completely merging. Yan He’s breathing quickened. In her daze, Shen Jinrong saw that the corners of her eyes were flushed red.

The elevator made a “ding” sound again. They had arrived at their floor. Shen Jinrong suddenly snapped back to attention, raising her hand to cover the child’s mouth.

“We’re here,” she whispered.

“No more kissing.”

Yan He blinked. The cramped elevator was now filled with the scent of her Elder Sister, and she was reluctant to leave. She thought that her Elder Sister’s fragrance had always been gentle and mild, but when she was kissed, it became full of aggression.

Why? Does she want to possess me, too?

Yan He didn’t even think, and pressed a kiss into her Elder Sister’s palm.

Shen Jinrong glared at her in playful reproach. The child’s thoughts were too easy to guess. The naked affection flowing from those eyes was completely impossible to ignore.

How could such tenderness and deep affection be ignored? You would only be able to ignore it if you didn’t love them, right?

They walked through the long, carpeted corridor and arrived at the room door. Shen Jinrong pressed the key card against the reader, and a faint “beep” sounded; the door unlocked. She used some force to push the door open, then casually inserted the key card into the slot by the entrance.

She flipped the light switch. All the lights in the room came on. The hallway was dim, and being suddenly faced with such bright lights, Shen Jinrong squinted.

“Come in,” she said, turning to Yan He.

The light at the entrance was warm yellow, creating a cozy illusion as it fell upon them. Shen Jinrong looked around, eventually sitting on the small sofa in the room.

She let out a long breath: “Finally here.”

Yan He set down both their suitcases, closed the door, and put the security chain on. Only then did she walk over and sit on the armrest of the single sofa.

“Elder Sister,” Yan He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“No more kissing.” Shen Jinrong tugged at the two strings hanging from Yan He’s hoodie, gave her thigh a playful slap as punishment, and got up to go to the bathroom.

Yan He sat in the spot where her Elder Sister had just been sitting and began to survey the entire room. The room was carpeted with thick rugs. Two moderately sized beds were placed in the center of the bedroom, separated by a small nightstand. Yan He narrowed her eyes and glared at the nightstand, finding it very obstructive. She figured she’d find an opportunity to rearrange the layout later.

How to rearrange it well? Move the nightstand to the side, and push the two beds together—perfect! That way, I can roll into Elder Sister’s arms while sleeping tonight!

Yan He’s plans were beautiful. Taking advantage of her Elder Sister’s absence in the bathroom, she ran over to the nightstand, intending to move it, only to find that it was welded to the floor, passing right through the carpet.

Yan He, whose dream was crushed: QAQ!

She wrinkled her nose, thinking, How could they do this!

The little dog, whose mission had failed, tipped over her suitcase and began rummaging for the things she would need tonight. She pulled out her pajamas—a fluffy little dinosaur suit, complete with a tail. Yan He actually wanted to bring a few sexy pajamas, but she truly didn’t own any, and it was too late to buy new ones, so she had to settle for this one.

Will Elder Sister like the fluffy one? She should, right? Yan He remembered that her Elder Sister had a cow-print pajama suit that also had a long tail.

She stroked the little dinosaur’s tail.

After Yan He finished washing up, she came out of the bathroom and saw her Elder Sister sitting on the sofa, studying the map of scenic spots the front desk had provided. They were staying near the Spanish Steps. The colorful map indicated that the Trevi Fountain was only a ten-minute walk away.

“This is Villa Medici,” Shen Jinrong placed the map on the small table in front of them and motioned for Yan He to look. She pointed to “Medici” on the map: “The Medici family. I came here with a colleague the last time I was in Rome.”

“Was there an art exhibition?”

Shen Jinrong thought for a moment: “I think so. There was a seasonal exhibition.”

“I want to go here.” Yan He’s finger traced the map. Shen Jinrong lowered her eyes, not knowing exactly where she was looking: “Trevi.”

She said the place name in Italian, the last syllable softer than usual: “Let’s go there in the morning. It gets too crowded at other times.”

“Okay.” Shen Jinrong reached up and stroked her hair: “I remember you said you used to live nearby. Where was it?”

Yan He casually pointed out the place where she used to live on the map, then started planning their itinerary for the evening: “Should we go out for dinner? Or just eat in the hotel?”

Shen Jinrong leaned lazily on the sofa, trying to switch positions by crossing her legs. As she did so, her knee accidentally bumped Yan He, who was sitting on the sofa armrest, contemplating the map.

“Sorry,” Shen Jinrong said instinctively.

The next moment, Yan He grasped her ankle. Shen Jinrong’s eyes widened, desperately trying to ignore the warmth emanating from her ankle.

“You—what are you doing!” Shen Jinrong’s voice changed in fright—This, this, this—does she have some strange fetish?

Yan He quickly released her hand: “Sorry.”

Shen Jinrong glared at her.

Petty and jealous.

Naughty little dog!

“Let’s go for a walk and look at the night scenery,” Shen Jinrong checked the time; it was not yet seven o’clock, not too late: “We can look around for a bit, grab something to eat, and come back. It’s not too safe late at night.”

They changed their clothes separately. When Shen Jinrong took clothes out of her suitcase, Yan He glanced over from a distance. After seeing a black, sheer garment in the clothing bag near the edge, she quickly averted her eyes, guiltily stealing a glance at her Elder Sister. Seeing that her Elder Sister hadn’t noticed her small action, she patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Elder Sister, really!

The child was full of complaints—How could she put such intimate clothing in such an exposed position! How embarrassing if someone saw it when she opened the suitcase?

But, it’s not like anyone else would see it besides me, right? Thinking this, the little dog’s mood brightened again.

The two women changed clothes with their backs to each other. Shen Jinrong finished first. She subconsciously looked back and saw the little dog’s back as she was pulling on her hoodie—Wow, muscles! And a thin waist.

Her Elder Sister raised an eyebrow, stroked her chin, and thought, It looks like the child exercises often.

Before she was discovered, she quickly turned back. Her gaze fell on Yan He’s slightly messy open suitcase after she had rummaged for clothes. She couldn’t see clearly without her glasses. Seeing the familiar dark green pajamas placed on top, she narrowed her eyes and asked, “Oh? Do you have this little dinosaur pajama suit too?”

“Too?” The child, who had finished changing, walked over, rested her head on her Elder Sister’s shoulder, and looked at her own pajamas with her, her voice soft: “Who else has this pajama suit?”

Shen Jinrong: … I let it slip.

She couldn’t possibly tell the child that she also owned this pajama suit. She just pretended to be calm and said, “No, you misheard.”

Yan He raised an eyebrow slightly, a little suspicious: “Really?” She was half-convinced by her Elder Sister’s words.

The Elder Sister, who liked collecting fluffy pajamas, was a little anxious: “Really!”

Yan He blinked: “Alright.”

She rubbed against her Elder Sister: “Elder Sister.”

“Why are you acting like a puppy?” Shen Jinrong laughed, reaching out to pat her head: “Get your things; we’re ready to go.”

“I’m hungry,” Yan He straightened up with a pitiful look, grabbing her hand and placing it on her own stomach: “See, it’s all flat now from hunger.”

Regarding Yan He’s repeated tactic, Shen Jinrong’s expression remained unchanged. She pulled back her hand: “Then shall we eat first?”

“Why doesn’t Elder Sister rub my tummy anymore?” Yan He frowned, asking with feigned confusion: “Is my tummy not nice to rub?”

Shen Jinrong: …

She forced a smile, looking at Yan He’s pathetic expression, as if Yan He would burst into tears if she said it wasn’t nice to rub.

Shen Jinrong patted her on the abs, the words seemingly squeezed out through her teeth: “It’s nice to rub.”

“Does Elder Sister like it?” Yan He rested her chin on her shoulder again, tilting her head and looking at her eagerly.

Shen Jinrong squeezed out two more words through her teeth: “I like it.”

“Then—does Elder Sister want to see it?” Yan He blinked, her tone very innocent: “It looks very good.”

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Shen Jinrong patted Yan He’s abs and said, “Nice to rub.”

Yan He patted Shen Jinrong’s hand and said, “Kiss me, Elder Sister.”

—Shallowly asking for a pre-order~ Little darlings, please check out my Joy (Huan Yu)! She loved her for a lifetime, and never said the words “I love you” until death.

She was reborn.

The moment she saw her, the words “Hello” that tumbled out of her mouth felt like they had crossed thousands of miles, trekking mountains and rivers to reach her.

She was momentarily stunned, and then, she smiled faintly.

“Hello.”