CHAPTER 88
The delicate and intricate indentations under Xiaoyuan's neck rose and fell deeply due to her nervousness. She gasped, her eyes resembling a little deer that had been slightly startled but still trusted people.
Her vulnerability only made Wei Zhuang want to bu|ly her even more.
Such a thought flashed through her mind, and Wei Zhuang frowned slightly, not quite understanding why she had such a violent idea.
She released her grip on Xiaoyuan's hand, and Xiaoyuan let out a soft whimper, burying her face against Wei Zhuang's neck. "Frances..."
Her body was trembling, soft like a petal yearning for caress..
The emotions in Wei Zhuang's eyes gradually settled down. "Did I scare you?"
"...If it's you, I'm not afraid." Xiaoyuan's voice was soft and weak, making one feel pity, and then her lips came close, kissing Wei Zhuang's neck and cheek.
Her kisses were gentle yet burning, her body covered by only a bit of fabric, the skin in other places glimmering with a jade-like sheen in the dim light.
Wei Zhuang's eyelashes lowered as she couldn't resist caressing Xiaoyuan. Xiaoyuan hugged her shoulders, biting her lip and gasping, her breaths spreading over Wei Zhuang's body like a desperate craving.
"Do you want it?" Wei Zhuang's breath brushed against Xiaoyuan's ear.
Xiaoyuan gripped the fabric of Wei Zhuang's shoulders, her mind clouded with desire. "...Yes, but... do you want me?"
Their breaths mingled, their heartbeats audible in the quiet.
Wei Zhuang's gaze flickered, her voice carrying a slightly hoarse allure "I do."
......
Xiaoyuan had thought they had only been int!mate once before, and the memory of that night was beautiful yet shy. But as the woman above her slid inside, Xiaoyuan began to understand something.
"Last time wasn't... complete..." Wei Zhuang murmured against her slender neck, answering her unspoken question.
Xiaoyuan licked her dry lips, recalling how Wei Zhuang had mentioned she had no experience with the same s3x. It seemed true, as tonight she could sense Wei Zhuang's caution and inexperience.
Xiaoyuan felt a soft warmth settle in her heart.
But soon, she realized that wasn't the case. Wei Zhuang seemed to have a natural understanding.
It was already very late, and the March night was as dark as thick, unyielding ink. This kind of night still carried the chill of late spring, but Xiaoyuan felt as though she were burning up.
She wanted to see the expression on Wei Zhuang's face, wanted to look at her, but before her eyes, everything turned into vague specks of light and shadow. Her body and mind trembled slightly, as if floating on the surface of the sea.
In this overwhelming, unfamiliar pleasure, she felt a twinge of fear. She could only instinctively cling to Wei Zhuang, wanting to tear off the clothes that had already loosened, to get even closer to her.
This impulse didn't last long. She was soon struck by a wave even more intense than that night, and she fell into a dizzy spell, powerless.
Her slightly damp, jet-black hair clung to her pale cheek, and the woman's slender fingers brushed it aside. Xiaoyuan was breathing heavily, her eyelashes still glistening with a few droplets of water, her eyes gazing at her with a pitiful look.
The collar of the reeds' gown had already been loosened by her. Beyond the black satin, exposed to the air, was a neck line as cold and white as jade, collarbones, and all the way down, an irresistible allure.
Xiaoyuan tilted her face up to kiss her, their lips meeting softly. Her hand barely touched Wei Zhuang's clothes when she was pushed back onto the bed. But that wasn't enough—she was turned onto her side...
The soft, fragrant body pressed against her from behind, and Xiaoyuan once again surrendered to the woman's movements, sinking into the warm sea.
In the end, she couldn't hold back her soft whimpers, and Wei Zhuang's lips brushed against her hair, her ear, and her cheek. At the moment of her climax, Wei Zhuang's slightly hoarse, low breaths pressed into her ear, immersing her in a tingling, dizzying ecstasy...
Xiaoyuan, feeling a bit dazed, was gently turned over. She seemed to sense something and murmured, "Don't go, hold me..."
She was utterly exhausted, not wanting to move at all. She nestled her face into Wei Zhuang's embrace and fell asleep within seconds.
Wei Zhuang propped herself up slightly, gazing at Xiaoyuan in her arms, pulling the thin blanket over her. Xiaoyuan's black hair tangled around her collar, her curled lashes resting peacefully, casting delicate shadows beside her fair, delicate nose. Time passed silently.
Wei Zhuang watched in silence. It wasn't the first time she had seen Xiaoyuan's sleeping face, but it was the first time she had been so captivated.
Only after Xiaoyuan had fallen into a deep sleep did Wei Zhuang slowly withdraw her arm, gently caressing her cheek, placed a pillow behind her, and then sat up.
Xiaoyuan's hair slipped away as she moved. Wei Zhuang re-tied her belt, tucked the blanket around her, and then left.
......
The next day was still sunny, with only a few faint clouds in the sky.
Xiaoyuan came out after her shower and saw the still-messy bed. Feeling too embarrassed to let someone else clean it, she tidied it herself, folding the blanket and rolling up the sheets before heading to the laundry room.
After putting the sheets into the washing machine, she decided to grab a drink from the kitchen on her way. As she passed the living room, the warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows caught her attention. She paused, then walked over. Beyond the living room windows was a huge terrace.
Wei Zhuang hadn't left for work yet. She was on the terrace, tending to the flowers and plants. She casually wore a thin gray cashmere coat, her slender fingers holding a turquoise crystal watering can.
Xiaoyuan was watching her.
Wei Zhuang turned slightly, her gaze meeting Xiaoyuan's.
They looked at each other for a moment, and everything was understood without a word.
"You... haven't left for work yet?"
"Want to have breakfast?"
They spoke almost at the same time.
"Oh, I'll be right there."
"Okay."
Under Wei Zhuang's gaze, Xiaoyuan felt a wave of shyness. She turned and hurried back to the laundry room, forgetting that she had originally intended to go to the kitchen.
The leaves of the Clivia were thoroughly watered by Wei Zhuang, who then lowered her gaze and shifted the spout of the watering can to another pot of flowers.
Xiaoyuan went back to dry the bedsheets, hung them out to dry, and then headed to the dining room. Breakfast was already set up, and Wei Zhuang was sitting at the table.
This was the first time they were having breakfast together.
The two sat facing each other.
The breakfast was a mix of Chinese and Western dishes.
There was corn and bamboo shoot porridge with lean meat, accompanied by a small plate of Sichuan pickles.
Pan-fried buns.
Waffles, cream-filled red bean buns, soft-boiled egg sandwiches, served with orange juice and milk.
A plate of assorted fruits.
They ate in silence.
"Do you have any plans for today?" Wei Zhuang broke the silence first.
"Oh... I think I have work tomorrow, so today..." Xiaoyuan glanced at her, "I just want to take it easy one last time."
Wei Zhuang took a sip of water, "Hmm."
"Are you going to work later?"
"Mm."
The atmosphere seemed even more serene and gentle than usual. Xiaoyuan held her cup of milk, the faint fragrance of the white and blue lisianthus on the table wafting through the air.
After eating her meal, Wei Zhuang changed into a light gray suit with broad shoulders.
Xiaoyuan followed her, called out to her, and then waved, "Bye~"
Wei Zhuang glanced back, meeting her radiant smile, which then seemed to shy away slightly. Xiaoyuan peeked from behind the wall, her eyes full of shimmering light, as if all the unspoken words were in her eyes.
......
After Wei Zhuang left, Xiaoyuan was alone again.
She pondered for a while, her mood as warm as the sunlight in the living room, feeling blissfully idle here.
But it wasn't long before "work" came knocking. Ruan Qing sent her a message on WeChat: [Yuan'er, are you awake?]
Ruan Qing usually calls her directly when looking for her, rarely using WeChat. Xiaoyuan sent her a message, [I'm awake, sister, what's wrong?]
Soon, she received a response, [Good, I'll give you a call.]
Xiaoyuan was a bit puzzled by this but answered the call, "Yuan'er, tidy up a bit. We're going for a beauty treatment today, for your hair and skin."
"Ah, but didn't you say..." Xiaoyuan was full of resistance, about to complain, but Ruan Qing wasn't Cai Juan. She now had a professional team, and things weren't the same as before. She paused, then said softly, "Sister, didn't you say I have work tomorrow?"
Ruan Qing's tone was even gentler than hers, as if coaxing a child, "Tomorrow there are several media interviews. I've already checked the questions, and I'll send them to your phone shortly. Just think about it, you rarely accept these interviews, and you haven't appeared for several months. You have to make a beautiful appearance, right?"
"Today is for the beauty treatment, then we'll try out makeup and hairstyles, pick out the right clothes. You can review the questions along the way, draft some notes, and I'll help you finalize them. That way, tomorrow's work will go smoothly, won't it?"
The head of the management team had considered everything for her, leaving no room for complaint. Xiaoyuan couldn't refuse, but she just wasn't mentally prepared to go out for work today.
She pouted and was left speechless.
"...It's just today and tomorrow's work. I haven't scheduled anything else for you after that. If there are any plans in the future, I'll definitely let you know in advance so you can be prepared, okay?" Ruan Qing seemed to understand her thoughts and continued to coax her gently.
Xiaoyuan felt a bit embarrassed this time, "Got it, sister, I'll listen to you."
"Ah, you're so well-behaved," Ruan Qing praised her. "Our Yuan'er is really amazing!"
Xiaoyuan: "..." Isn't this a bit cheesy?
Ruan Qing cleared her throat and continued, "So, will you come by yourself, or, um, should the company car pick you up?"
Xiaoyuan hadn't thought about that. She let out a surprised "Ah." The place where Wei Zhuang lived was difficult for outside vehicles to approach. She said, "I'll go by myself."
"Then let's meet at the company at 10:30."
Xiaoyuan agreed, thinking to herself that it was a good thing Ruan Qing didn't ask how she would get there or why she wasn't using the company car. Ruan Qing probably thought she was still at home. She guessed that Brother Cai Juan must have also informed Tiantian, which is why things had been so smooth these past few days.
She went back to her room, changed into a casual outfit, tidied up a bit, and called the driver.
While sitting in the car, she sent a WeChat message to Wei Zhuang, [I have some unexpected work, so I need to go to the company.]
She had previously told Wei Zhuang that she would stay at her place for a few days. Could she still go back there after finishing work?
The int!mate moments from last night before bed still lingered in her body. Wei Zhuang's scent, clean and serene, like a forest after snow, slightly cold yet calming, had captivated her.
Xiaoyuan couldn't help but want to send another message. She pondered for a long time but couldn't find the right words.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhuang's private message came through, [Did the driver take you?]
Xiaoyuan blinked her eyes, and the smile at the corner of her lips immediately spread. She instinctively nodded and said "mm," then smiled again, quickly sending it over, [mm.]
She finally figured out what to say, [Then we'll see each other tonight?]
After sending it, she stared at the words on the screen, her heart sweetening as she waited for Wei Zhuang's reply. Just as the car reached a particularly congested stretch of road, her heart remained steady and unwavering between stops and starts.
By the time she was almost at the company, Wei Zhuang finally replied with a single word, the familiar [Okay.]
Everything around her seemed to fade away, fresh vitality coursed through her veins, and Xiaoyuan smiled.
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