You Should’ve Said Earlier that you’re Such a Little Flirt! - Chapter 44
Xu Qingqiong spread her palm open, mimicking her earlier gesture. She reached out toward her and poked the back of her hand. “Where is my ring?”
“…” Lin Konglu froze, a trace of flustered helplessness appearing on her face at being found out.
She remained silent for a moment, her voice carrying the dejection of a ruined surprise. She asked ruefully, “How did you know?”
Xu Qingqiong tilted her head, her tone tinged with a bit of smugness. “Of course I knew. You’re being so obvious.”
In truth, it wasn’t obvious at all; Lin Konglu was actually acting even calmer than usual. Yet, she just felt it—she was certain that Lin Konglu must have prepared a ring for her.
Left with no other choice, Lin Konglu let out a small smile. “Alright then, give me your hand.”
Xu Qingqiong proactively placed her hand on Lin Konglu’s palm, looking at her expectantly.
Lin Konglu removed the small, decorative grass-flower ring from her finger. Then, with a sudden, dexterous flick of her fingers, it wasn’t a ring that appeared, but the rose from before, manifesting between her fingertips once again.
Before Xu Qingqiong could react, the rose was presented to her once more. Completely blindsided by this hidden move, she looked down and froze.
Shaded by the bright, brilliant petals, a silver band was hidden right in the heart of the flower.
It turned out the ring had been inside the flower all along; she just hadn’t noticed it. What happened earlier was merely Lin Konglu’s “sleight of hand.”
Xu Qingqiong blinked.
“Qingqiong,” Lin Konglu held the ring between her fingers, gazing at her intently. Her voice was slow, carrying a hint of a tentative question. “Are you willing?”
Xu Qingqiong looked up at her.
There was a trace of nervousness in Lin Konglu’s eyes.
Xu Qingqiong smiled. Without hesitation, she gave her a definitive answer. “Of course I am.”
“Then help me put it on.”
Lin Konglu’s fingers trembled slightly as she helped her don the ring, slowly pushing the band to the base of her finger.
The cool metal pressed against her skin, seemingly carrying Lin Konglu’s own emotions as it was pushed toward her.
Initially, Xu Qingqiong had only felt surprise and anticipation, but now she was inexplicably infected by the other woman’s emotions.
She seemed to understand something now. She suddenly thought back to their wedding; if Lin Konglu had given her this ring back then, it might not have held this same significance.
Even though… Lin Konglu hadn’t said a word, the cherished care and gravity she displayed made Xu Qingqiong’s heart tighten.
This ring was very similar to the one she had given Lin Konglu—a narrow silver band with a clean, simple design, with her name engraved on the inner circle.
Placed together, it was clear they were a matching pair. Lin Konglu must have had it custom-made to match.
Xu Qingqiong admired it for a while before she suddenly shifted the topic, her brow furrowing slightly. “So, if I hadn’t asked you, were you planning not to give it to me at all?”
Lin Konglu was instantly silenced by the interrogation. “…”
But Xu Qingqiong had no intention of letting her off the hook. “Speak.”
Lin Konglu pursed her lips and nodded gently, because that was indeed what she had been thinking.
She was too accustomed to yielding the initiative to Xu Qingqiong.
If Xu Qingqiong hadn’t proactively picked up that flower today, or hadn’t proactively asked for the ring… then it would have proven to her that Xu Qingqiong didn’t feel their relationship was that formal yet.
She was willing to wait longer. She had already waited so long, after all; a few more days wouldn’t have mattered.
Xu Qingqiong let out a “hmpf,” wearing an “I knew it” expression.
She had begun to sense the underlying issues in Lin Konglu’s personality. She seemed to be the type of person who needed everything to be settled—someone who required absolute certainty before taking action.
Overly cautious, accustomed to waiting, watching in silence…
Because she had waited for so long, she had become prudent, even timid. Xu Qingqiong felt a strange ache of pity for her.
Thinking she was angry, Lin Konglu watched her without blinking, tentatively saying, “I’m sorry…”
Xu Qingqiong didn’t say a word. She suddenly leaned in, closing the distance until they were infinitely close. Without showing any mercy, she bit down hard on Lin Konglu’s lower lip.
Lin Konglu was stunned, her expression blank from the sudden assault. A clear bite mark remained on her lower lip, and she reached out with the tip of her tongue to lick it.
Xu Qingqiong said, “I like you.”
She felt that now, between her and Lin Konglu, there was at least… a bit of mutual affection.
Since Lin Konglu wouldn’t take the lead, she would do it herself.
Lin Konglu hadn’t even processed the previous moment when another “bomb” was lightly tossed her way. It left her mind reeling, making her unable to speak for a long time.
After saying it, Xu Qingqiong herself froze for a second, but she didn’t feel ashamed. She had always been the type to express her feelings openly and naturally.
The words “I like you” had surfaced in her mind at that moment, so she had simply let them out without hesitation.
Xu Qingqiong asked, “And you?”
For the first time, Lin Konglu realized that when a person is experiencing extreme joy, they truly become speechless.
Her emotions surged, and her physical instincts reached her before her words could. She parted her lips blankly, but couldn’t force out a single syllable.
Xu Qingqiong watched her quietly, waiting for her answer.
Actually, Xu Qingqiong had been slightly wrong about one thing just now. Lin Konglu was actually the type of person who knew exactly how to “take an inch and ask for a mile.”
She was only able to maintain restraint and act with caution because she believed Xu Qingqiong didn’t love her.
The moment Xu Qingqiong showed even a spark of affection, it was like a dam breaking; her desires began to stir, becoming impossible to suppress.
Just like now…
Xu Qingqiong was caught off guard by the kiss. She tilted her head back, a soft moan escaping her throat.
Lin Konglu’s eyes were rimmed with red, but she had no room for restraint. She couldn’t restrain herself.
“Sister…”
The two of them had never crossed the line in any other setting, yet now they were possessed by an impulse that left them nearly overwhelmed.
It was unclear how they even made it home. The wind along the way felt feverish, and their hearts beat like a frantic drum—a hurried, driving march.
No one spoke. Their breaths fell scalding against each other’s necks, triggering wave after wave of tremors.
Lin Konglu’s cool, detached features were now stained with a fragile lust. Her long black hair spilled across her back, evoking a desire in others to see her come undone.
She proactively took hold of Xu Qingqiong’s wrist.
Xu Qingqiong felt her heart skip a beat, but she asked with immense uncertainty, “Can I?”
Lin Konglu suddenly leaned in and kissed her fingertips. She looked up at her and whispered softly, “Sister…”
Xu Qingqiong froze, her heart pounding as if it were about to explode.
Lin Konglu was usually somewhat assertive, but at this moment, she was incredibly soft, appearing as though she were entirely at the other’s mercy. Never before had a moment hit Xu Qingqiong with such overwhelming force.
Feeling panicked and flustered, she looked at her, at a loss for what to do.
Lin Konglu leaned against her shoulder, gently guiding her fingertips. The corners of her eyes were misty and tinged with red, and her ankle brushed against Xu Qingqiong’s calf in a suggestive hook.
Her voice was light and ethereal. “Sister…”
The next day, when Xu Qingqiong woke up, their hair was intimately entangled.
She was sprawled in Lin Konglu’s arms, while Lin Konglu had her face buried in the crook of her neck.
Their posture was so intimate that Xu Qingqiong felt a moment of dazed confusion upon opening her eyes.
As soon as Xu Qingqiong moved slightly, Lin Konglu let out a soft moan. Her fingers rubbed against the small of Xu Qingqiong’s back, her voice carrying a raspy, hoarse quality. “Sister.”
She asked, “Does it still hurt?”
The breath falling on her skin instantly sent a shiver through her. Xu Qingqiong’s heart began to drum rapidly once again.
Memories of the previous night flashed back into her mind in an instant.
It had been so “torturous.”
And yet, she hadn’t been able to resist.
After one session had ended hurriedly, Xu Qingqiong had looked at her with a dazed expression and a sense of defeat. “I didn’t do it well.”
Lin Konglu kissed the corner of her mouth, the edges of her eyes flushing with a moist crimson. “It doesn’t matter.”
(Ten thousand words omitted here…)
(Nothing happened…)
Coupled with the fact that Lin Konglu seemed to love it so much, Xu Qingqiong had found herself—muddled, embarrassed, and lightheaded—coaxed into performing certain movements. In any case, it was quite difficult to talk about…
Recalling those actions, Xu Qingqiong closed her eyes. Her face burned hot, and the tips of her ears quickly turned a deep scarlet.
Just then, the phone on the bedside table lit up.
It was a message from an older female colleague, reminding her to bring the missing portion of the documents to work today.
Still feeling lightheaded, she got out of bed. Remembering that the documents had been left behind, she went to search for them.
She recalled them being in the living room, but she couldn’t find them there.
The housekeeper must have tidied the room and organized the files together in a drawer.
She pulled open the drawer, and sure enough, they were inside.
As she reached out to pull out the stack of documents, she noticed a familiar folder pressed underneath them.
She instantly remembered that this was the letter Wen Lanjing had given her—it should be the letter from her grandmother.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled the folder out. She glanced at it; there were about a dozen letters stacked together in a thick pile.