CHAPTER 5

Qin Yinong lowered her head slightly, leaning close to Tang Ruoyao's ear, her lips partially parted as they lightly brushed against her earlobe.

It had been a while since Tang Ruoyao had been intimate with her, and her mind began to indulge in fantasies, momentarily overshadowing the reality of the situation. The passion ignited and became unstoppable. Before Qin Yinong could react, Tang Ruoyao's hand reached out and tightly embraced her shoulder, emitting a muffled moan.

Qin Yinong was taken aback.

From Tang Ruoyao's unseen perspective, there was a hint of tenderness in Qin Yinong's eyes. Her voice carried its usual playfulness and ambiguity, "Miss me that much?"

Tang Ruoyao's neck and face turned red, overwhelmed with embarrassment. She tightly closed her mouth, unable to utter a word.

"Say something." Qin Yinong whispered softly into her ear.

"..."

"If you don't speak, how would your sister know what you want?" Qin Yinong pretended to be saddened. As an exceptional actress, even without seeing her face, her voice was enough to convey a profound sense of sadness, almost more real than reality itself.

"Sister..." Tang Ruoyao whispered shyly, burying her burning cheeks in Qin Yinong's neck, using actions instead of words to express her desires.

"Do you want me?" Qin Yinong chuckled softly, not planning to let her off so easily.

Tang Ruoyao's face blushed so intensely it felt like a smoke would rise was from it, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

"You've hurt me." Qin Yinong seductively lowered her voice, imbuing it with a pitiful tone.

Tang Ruoyao immediately released her fists but in the next second realized that she hadn't actually grabbed Qin Yinong.

"Pfft." Qin Yinong couldn't help but hold back her laughter, and joyful laughter filled the air at the same time.

She was being teased again.

Tang Ruoyao: "..."

Tang Ruoyao lifted her face, gazing at Qin Yinong's expression. She felt that Qin Yinong was probably in a good mood, so she mustered up the courage to glare at her.

Qin Yinong indeed wasn't angry. She pinched Tang Ruoyao's chin with her fair fingertips, enjoying the sensation. Reluctantly, she pinched it a few more times, her eyes filled with a playful smile. "Why are you so amusing? Hm?"

Tang Ruoyao replied without changing her expression, "Sister taught me well."

Qin Yinong clicked her tongue and said, "Don't blame me. I didn't teach you to act foolish."

"I only act foolish in front of you." Tang Ruoyao hinted at some hidden meaning and tested her.

She stared unwaveringly into Qin Yinong's eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of different emotional fluctuations. Qin Yinong met her gaze, displaying amusement and playfulness in her eyes, but lacking the one Tang Ruoyao was looking for.

Tang Ruoyao's eyes dimmed for a moment.

Qin Yinong noticed her subtle shift and her fingers, hanging by her side, made an almost imperceptible movement.

Tang Ruoyao quickly adjusted her emotions and raised her gaze, asking, "Shall we?"

Even though Qin Yinong didn't show any change in her expression, Tang Ruoyao's straightforward question still shook her. After regaining her composure, her ears suddenly felt hot, and she resisted the urge to turn away.

Tang Ruoyao calmly continued, "Didn't you ask me to offer myself to you?"

Was it just her imagination? Did she see a hint of evasion in Qin Yinong's eyes just now?

Qin Yinong didn't give her any more time to ponder. She lowered her head and kissed her, their lips and tongues intertwining, imbued with the taste of desire.

Qin Yinong truly was a generous benefactor. When they were together, she was gentle, considerate, and generous to an impeccable degree.

Tang Ruoyao lay on the warm and soft bed, feeling the scorching body heat snuggling up to her. It was only in moments like these that Tang Ruoyao could perceive Qin Yinong as someone gentle and warm.

There were countless media articles analyzing Qin Yinong. Some portrayed her as passionate and amorous, while others depicted her as fickle. Regardless, she couldn't escape the fact that she was a fiery and passionate person. But Tang Ruoyao knew better. She appeared passionate, but beneath that flame was an icy cold mountain.

She was affectionate, yet heartless.

Tang Ruoyao opened her eyes, and the patterns on the ceiling gradually twisted into indistinct chaos.

The room seemed to spin in a haze, the world became damp and blurry, and her thoughts became fragmented, her mind muddled.

Suddenly, Tang Ruoyao bit her lower lip with her teeth, her slender white neck arched back, forming a graceful curve, and she suppressed the sound that was about to escape her mouth. Qin Yinong's thumb pressed against the girl's pale lips, releasing them from the grip of her teeth, and gently kissed the corner of her temple, whispering softly in her ear with shallow breaths, "Don't hold back... You're not allowed to hold back..."

Tang Ruoyao turned her head and forcefully buried her face, along with the sound of her heavy breathing, into the pillow.

...

After rinsing her mouth, Qin Yinong returned to the bed and lay down. Tang Ruoyao turned to her side and hugged her tightly, pressing her forehead against Qin Yinong's. Her eyes were unfocused, still lost in the aftermath of their previous encounter.

Qin Yinong, rarely showing tolerance, placed her hand on Tang Ruoyao's hair. With a slight touch, she paused, feeling that the roots were still damp. They had been too hasty earlier, forgetting even to dry her hair.

As Qin Yinong's fingers moved, Tang Ruoyao held onto her even tighter, preventing her from leaving.

"What are you doing?" Tang Ruoyao asked in a hoarse voice.

Only during this moment after their intimacy, she could shamelessly encircle Qin Yinong in her embrace, as if possessing her.

"I'm going to get the hairdryer." Qin Yinong said softly.

She extended her finger and brushed aside Tang Ruoyao's long hair that covered her eyes. The usually clear eyes now resembled a pool of blooming peach blossoms, captivating and pitiful. Qin Yinong's gaze softened even further, and she let out a gentle sigh before turning her eyes to the ceiling.

"No." Tang Ruoyao refused directly.

Perhaps it was the gentle treatment she had just received that gave her a bit of confidence. Qin Yinong would never kick her off the bed. That was the worst assumption she could make. In fact, Qin Yinong had never been angry with her, perhaps annoyed at times, but she would never raise her voice, let alone lay a hand on her.

"You might catch a cold sleeping like this." Qin Yinong said, looking at her with a smile that was both helpless and affectionate. "Listen to me, okay?"

She had a pair of distinct black-and-white eyes, with pupils that resembled a deep ink jade, as if hidden in the mist of a mountain, forever shrouded in an indiscernible haze, bright yet elusive.

When she focused her gaze on someone, a tiny reflection of the other person would appear in her pupils, and the mist seemed substantial, swirling and entwining like fine threads, willingly drawing people into the depths of her gaze.

Tang Ruoyao became slightly absent-minded.

"After drying my hair, will you still..." Tang Ruoyao paused for a moment before continuing, "...stay here?"

"Hmm?" Qin Yinong raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her question.

Tang Ruoyao bit her lip, hesitating to speak, and ultimately remained silent. Instead of letting Qin Yinong get the hairdryer, she sat up and leaned over to open the drawer at the bedside.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, Tang Ruoyao lowered her head slightly, her face as fair as white jade, her skin like condensed fat. Bathed in the dim warm light of the room, she appeared as beautiful as a carved jade.

Qin Yinong inexplicably became entranced.

Tang Ruoyao lifted her eyelids and furrowed her brows. "Sister?"

"It's nothing." Qin Yinong gradually regained her composure, concealing the astonishment in her eyes. She calmly and composedly turned on the hairdryer, her slender fingers skillfully maneuvering through the girl's dark hair.

Tang Ruoyao is still in school, and her long hair has never been dyed, maintaining its original lustrous black color.

Just like herself, when she was still a blank canvas, Qin Yinong enveloped her and allowed her to freely express herself. The faint fragrance of her hair wafted into Qin Yinong's nose, causing her fingertips to twitch for a moment. She collected herself and continued to blow-dry Tang Ruoyao's hair.

"Done." Qin Yinong turned off the hairdryer, returned it to the drawer, and squatted down to carefully pick up the fallen strands of hair from the floor, tossing them into the trash bin.

Tang Ruoyao crawled under the sheets and looked back at Qin Yinong, who hadn't come up yet, feeling a sense of panic. "Sister..."

Qin Yinong, untying the belt of her bathrobe, took big strides towards the bathroom and said, "I'll take another shower. If you're tired, you can go ahead and sleep."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Tang Ruoyao blurted out.

Qin Yinong's figure paused for a moment, then she turned around, raised her hand, letting out a sigh as she said, "I haven't trimmed my nails. It inconvenienced you once, but I can't inconvenience you a second time."

Qin Yinong had been away filming overseas for several months, and she had forgotten about this detail. Although she didn't have the habit of keeping long nails, they had grown a bit longer in practicality.

Tang Ruoyao's face heated up as she thought of what had happened just a few minutes ago.

They had encountered a problem during their intimate moment—their "tools" weren't cooperating. Unable to wait for a trim, they had settled for an alternative solution.

Tang Ruoyao stammered for a moment, her whole face turning red. She managed to squeeze out a vague sentence, "It's not inconvenient, it's... quite comfortable..."

"Really comfortable?" Qin Yinong's tone rose, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Tang Ruoyao barely uttered a sound, afraid that Qin Yinong hadn't heard her. Her toes curled up in shyness as she nodded.

"That's good then." Qin Yinong let out a relieved sigh. "I was afraid you might have some complaints about me."

Tang Ruoyao hurriedly replied, "How could I... dare to have any complaints about you, Sister?"

"You're saying such things." Qin Yinong blinked, her eyes filled with flirtation as she smiled. "While we shouldn't have complaints about other matters, we can still have opinions about this one." She paused, prolonging her tone, and added suggestively, "Mutual improvement."

Tang Ruoyao's ears buzzed, and her mind echoed with "mutual improvement." She didn't know how to respond anymore.

Once she regained her senses, she heard the sound of the shower turning on. Looking through the glass wall into the bathroom, she saw Qin Yinong standing in front of the mirror, wearing a neatly tied bathrobe. She had adopted Tang Ruoyao's style.

Tang Ruoyao: "..."

Tang Ruoyao wearily leaned against the headboard, her eyelids fighting to stay open. She hadn't slept much last night, and she had just experienced an intense encounter, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. But she knew that if she fell asleep like this, she would miss the only time she could be alone with Qin Yinong before bed.

Every time she woke up, she would find the spot next to her cold. She initially thought that Qin Yinong woke up early, but later realized that they never spent the entire night together on the same bed.

Qin Yinong was like a maze composed of countless riddles, each path shrouded in a misty white fag, making it bewildering and impossible to see through or guess. Tang Ruoyao couldn't help but feel a tinge of melancholy as she thought, "I wonder who will be fortunate enough to possess the key to this maze and discover the treasure within."

Tang Ruoyao's gaze drifted for a moment as her thoughts wandered far away.

At that dining table, amidst the loud laughter of the crowd, she felt numb and detached. Every cell in her body screamed to escape, but she couldn't. She tightly clenched her teeth, enduring the faint taste of blood in her mouth as she dug her pale fingertips into her palm.

People at the table kept talking, but Tang Ruoyao couldn't make out their words.

A man beside her called her name.

She trembled violently like a startled bird, then raised her head in confusion. Her gaze collided with a pair of ink-black eyes, and she couldn't help but freeze.

The dazzling glass chandelier hung above the private room, but Qin Yinong's face radiated a brilliance that outshone everything else.

Qin Yinong lazily propped her chin with one hand, her other fingers delicate and jade-like, pointing in Tang Ruoyao's direction. There was a casual smile playing at the corners of her lips, her tone light and airy, yet carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

"I want her."

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