CHAPTER 87

Xiaoyuan remembered how her mother used to say she was overly sensitive, complaining that she was clingy and always needed to be comforted.

But her mother rarely comforted her. She often scolded her, berated her, and even though others thought Xiaoyuan was beautiful and excelled in her studies, she never received a single word of praise from her mother.

Later, when she attended Huaxi drama school, her acting teacher said she was a promising actress, with a keen ability to sense emotions.

In the instant her fingers brushed against Wei Zhuang's, a sensation like an electric shock struck a corner of her heart that no one had ever reached before.

Her eyes stung, and an inexpressible, aching pain washed over her.

She suddenly remembered what Cai Juan had told her many years ago—that standing before someone you liked would cause pain in your heart.

Yes, it was an unspeakable, heart-wrenching feeling.

Perhaps because her emotions had been off lately, the urge to cry became even stronger.

Xiaoyuan held back her tears. Wei Zhuang hadn't said anything yet, and after the initial stiffness, she hadn't pulled her hand away either. Xiaoyuan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

It dawned on her that Wei Zhuang must feel like she had invaded her personal space. Holding her hand like this probably made her uncomfortable too.

Someone with such strong boundaries would naturally feel a sense of rejection when another person's presence suddenly filled their bedroom.

The fact that Wei Zhuang hadn't kicked her out already made Xiaoyuan feel somewhat touched.

When it came to Wei Zhuang, she couldn't rush things. She had to take it slow.

But what to say now? Xiaoyuan had no idea. She could only follow her instincts, gently tugging Wei Zhuang's hand. "Let's go to my room, okay?"

She took a deep breath and looked up at Wei Zhuang.

From the cool, pale line of her neck, her gaze traveled upward to those deep eyes that held a light she couldn't quite understand. Wei Zhuang remained silent.

Xiaoyuan waited for two seconds, interpreting her silence as consent. She took a step back, pulling Wei Zhuang along with her. Wei Zhuang's eyebrows slightly arched at her action, but she didn't refuse, following her step by step.

Xiaoyuan winked, continuing to guide her backward, one step, then another, and another...

And so, they walked a distance in this way. Xiaoyuan even glanced back to see where the door was, so as not to bump into anything. Her lips curved into a light smile, and she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh toward Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang's lips curved into a faint smile, and she said, "Don't mess around."

Her voice was cold, but it carried a hint of laziness that wasn't usually there.

Xiaoyuan was momentarily stunned, then her cheeks flushed as she let out a soft "Mm."

Wei Zhuang glanced down at their intertwined hands, and Xiaoyuan sheepishly released her grip.

When they reached her room, Xiaoyuan obediently lay down first. She looked up at Wei Zhuang's gaze, then scooted further into the bed, pausing before stopping altogether.

Sure enough, Wei Zhuang sat by her bedside, showing no intention of lying down with her.

......

From this angle, her profile was absolutely stunning. The black satin collar framed her snow-white neck, which glowed with a delicate sheen. Above her refined jawline were her rosy lips.

Xiaoyuan was dazed for a couple of seconds.

The antidepressant medication seemed to have no side effects on her, as it hadn't affected her normal desires.

Embarrassed, she averted her gaze and tried to find a topic. "Frances, have you watched Harry Potter?"

"I have." Wei Zhuang turned her face slightly to look at her.

Xiaoyuan gazed at her, hoping she would elaborate, eager to hear more about her.

"I read a bit of it when I was in high school, and then after I went abroad, I finished it when I was bored." she said.

"The books?"

"Mm."

"Oh, I only read a bit of the books. I watched the movies." For someone like her, who was studying acting, watching movies was more frequent.

After a few sentences, it seemed like they had run out of things to talk about. Xiaoyuan had no choice but to close her eyes.

Wei Zhuang would probably wait until she fell asleep before leaving. The thought of it suddenly increased her pressure, and she almost considered pretending to sleep, but she couldn't bear the thought of her leaving.

Was there any way to make her stay?

Xiaoyuan secretly opened her eyes, looking at her profile.

A shy voice echoed in her heart: So this is what it's like to like someone—you just want to be close to them. She also wanted to kiss her while fully conscious.

She reached out, tugging lightly at Wei Zhuang's sleeve. The woman looked down at her, and though she didn't speak, she got up and dimmed the lights a little.

Xiaoyuan felt a warmth in her heart, and she sat up, leaning her face closer to hers.

The V-neckline of her top revealed a hint of soft, pale skin, and her eyes seemed to hold a pool of gentle water as they met hers. Xiaoyuan's arms wrapped around her shoulders, and her red lips pressed against Wei Zhuang's.

Wei Zhuang's eyes only had time to blink once before her lips were filled with Xiaoyuan's breath.

Her hand rested on Wei Zhuang's waist, hesitating between a "hug" and a "push".

Xiaoyuan didn't know how she had kissed her in her disoriented state the night before, but at this moment, she really had no technique. All she knew was to press against the contours of the woman's lips, gently brushing them.

Her heart pounded, while Wei Zhuang seemed to have no reaction.

At this point, she shouldn't think things like "if she didn't push me away, it means she's allowing it." She felt like her kissing skills were just too poor.

It wasn't her fault!

She had never acted in a kissing scene, even if she had, they would all have been staged.

Her ex-boyfriend was also from many years ago—who could remember? Besides, she had always been the one being kissed, never the one initiating.

She didn't dare kiss for too long, and when she stopped, even her ears were red.

Suddenly, her chin was gently pinched and lifted, forcing her to meet the woman's gaze.

Wei Zhuang's dark hair fell to one side, and her usually calm and detached expression changed. A hint of amusement flickered in her eyes, and she said, "No one has dared to do this to me before."

This—did she mean hugging her, kissing her?

This was the first time Xiaoyuan felt a hint of the powerful aura of the big boss, like an undercurrent hidden beneath an icy sea, a silent yet overwhelming force.

She was the big boss, and Xiaoyuan was also destined to be an actress. She had to maintain her dignity and confidence, she couldn't lose her composure.

"Our contract doesn't say anything about not being able to...do...this to you." Xiaoyuan stammered, her face flushed crimson. Her dark, translucent eyes glistened with nervousness, her voice growing weaker as she spoke.

Wei Zhuang seemed caught off guard by her words. She paused, her hand loosening its grip.

In the dim light, the room fell into silence, but Xiaoyuan felt her heartbeat was deafeningly loud.

"...Can't I just..." The words "kiss you" lingered on her lips, but she couldn't muster the strength to say them. Her body leaned softly against Wei Zhuang.

Her body language spoke volumes.

Once in Wei Zhuang's embrace, the familiar, safe scent enveloped her again. Xiaoyuan closed her eyes slightly, inhaling the scent from the woman's collar.

This was probably the most effective sleeping aid for her.

Her nightgown slipped to her thighs, revealing two long, perfectly proportioned legs with skin as white as jade, exuding an innocent allure. Her delicate fragrance instantly filled the air.

The emotions stirred in Wei Zhuang's eyes finally began to surface. She raised her hand, gently caressing the girl's ear, then trailed her fingers downward.

Xiaoyuan bit her lip, her body trembling as a scorching, irresistible heat spread through her limbs. Her face flushed crimson as she clutched Wei Zhuang's clothes.

Wei Zhuang turned slightly, pressing her down in one swift motion.

Xiaoyuan's breath hitched as the woman's presence loomed above her, their noses almost touching.

The intensity of her gaze was overwhelming. She remained silent, and Xiaoyuan felt like she could barely breathe.

The quietness in the air was charged with a subtle, burning, and undeniable tension.

Wei Zhuang's long lashes fluttered slightly, and her slender fingers wandered to Xiaoyuan's flushed face, the warmth radiating from her fingertips, then her fingertips lightly brushed Xiaoyuan's lips.

Xiaoyuan's mind buzzed, and instinctively, she parted her lips and lightly bit the woman's fingertip.

Both of them froze, the memory of that night resurfacing in unison.

Xiaoyuan couldn't bear the tension in the air. She averted her gaze, taking a few shallow breaths. Wei Zhuang leaned in, her lips brushing against Xiaoyuan's ear, causing her to shiver. The woman's kiss trailed down her neck, sending waves of warmth through her body.

Wei Zhuang's form pressed against Xiaoyuan, gradually enveloping her beneath her.

......

Xiaoyuan's pale arms bent slightly, and in the next moment, her nightgown slipped to the carpet.

She was still nervous, even though they had been int!mate once before. Her limbs felt weak and trembled with anxiety.

Neither Wei Zhuang nor she had any prior experience with the same s3x, so why had Wei Zhuang taken the lead last time, and now again?

A sliver of rational thought emerged amidst the chaos of her mind. Xiaoyuan blinked, reaching out to tug at the belt around Wei Zhuang's waist.

Just as she loosened it, her hand was caught by Wei Zhuang, and before she could react, both her wrists were pinned above her head by Wei Zhuang's single hand.

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