Chapter 323: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [20]

Guan Han had just finished speaking when she felt a cold sensation on her face, as if rain had started falling from the sky.

Strange—how could it be raining indoors, where neither wind nor rain could reach?

As more drops fell on her cheeks, Guan Han's slow-witted nerves finally caught up: the person on top of her was crying.

Fu Yujun was crying.

She cried quietly, without making a sound—completely different from the deliberate performance she had put on earlier for Guan Han to see.

Guan Han's mind was thrown into chaos: "You..."

Fu Yujun's tearful voice cut her off. "Hurry up and put me down!"

Flustered, Guan Han set her down and helped her onto the sofa. Fu Yujun curled up, tucking her feet beneath her, hugging her knees, and burying her face in them. Her shoulders trembled as she cried silently.

In all her life, she had never felt so humiliated—being lifted like a circus performer, especially by the person she loved.

Her beloved had remained unmoved by her advances and had simply lifted her up. She couldn't even muster anger, only embarrassment and shame. Her pride, her self-respect—shattered completely. Overwhelmed by a surge of grievances, it all turned into tears.

Guan Han tentatively placed a hand on Fu Yujun's shoulder.

Fu Yujun reacted sharply, shaking her off. "Don't touch me!"

A woman caught in the throes of emotion is irrational, unrecognizing even those closest to her—including her lover. Sometimes, the more comforted she feels, the harder she cries.

Guan Han withdrew her hand and sat beside her, knees pressed together and hands resting on them—a prim, schoolgirl posture—seriously reflecting on what had just happened.

First, Fu Yujun had taken advantage of her sleep to sneak a kiss. Then, caught in the act, she had decided to go all the way, only to be effortlessly subdued.

A martial artist's reflexes, combined with Guan Han's single-track mind, had twisted the nature of the situation from the start. The romance of a stolen kiss? Sorry, not happening.

Guan Han's fingers twitched slightly, a hint of awkwardness crossing her face. She turned to Fu Yujun and said, "I'm sorry. I thought you were trying to attack me just now."

Fu Yujun couldn't hold back a snort.

She lifted her head, eyes blazing as she glared furiously at Guan Han.

Whether it was intimidating or not was another matter.

There's a saying: tears are a woman's best weapon.

Under the moonlight, Fu Yujun's face glistened with tears. Without thinking, Guan Han reached out and gently wiped them away with her thumb.

Fu Yujun snapped, "You made me cry, and you think wiping it with your hand is enough? Are your hands even clean?"

Guan Han thought for a moment, then reached for the tissue box on the coffee table.

Surely tissues were clean enough?

Fu Yujun felt a headache coming on. Her heart full of grievances had turned into an indescribable, chaotic mix—both happy and frustrated. Every Waterloo in her life seemed to involve Guan Han.

Frustrated, Fu Yujun yelled, "Haven't you read any novels? Don't you know how to kiss with your lips?"

Guan Han was startled, clenching her fists and instinctively closing her eyes.

Fu Yujun: "..."

Struggling to regain her gentle and kind persona, she cleared her throat and pointed awkwardly at her own face. "Are you going to kiss me or not? The tears will dry soon."

Knowing she was in the wrong, Guan Han slowly leaned closer.

Fu Yujun didn't close her eyes. Under the moonlight, she watched Guan Han's trembling eyelashes and felt the warmth of her lips moving, gently kissing away the tears on her face.

Finally, they lingered at the corner of her lips, staying there for a long time.

Fu Yujun's breathing slowly steadied.

Neither initiating nor rejecting. That had been Guan Han's recent approach toward her, with tonight's mistaken "ambush" being the sole exception.

Kiss if you want, don't if you don't—Fu Yujun was so agitated she abandoned all plans, figuring she could just regret it tomorrow in the daylight.

The distant sound of waves drifted over, faint and hazy.

Guan Han breathed in the fragrance of the woman so close to her, her mind growing hazy as emotion overrode reason, guiding her actions.

A slight pressure touched Fu Yujun's lips as Guan Han slowly but deliberately moved from the corner of her mouth to the center, planting a kiss there.

This was the first time she had actively kissed Fu Yujun while the latter was fully conscious.

Like a clumsy toddler learning to walk, she mimicked what Fu Yujun had done to her in the dark—first capturing the other's upper lip, sucking it gently but firmly, then doing the same to the lower lip.

Afterward, she moistened both thin lips.

Fu Yujun remained completely still the entire time. Guan Han gently wrapped an arm around her shoulder, kissing slowly and earnestly.

When Guan Han tentatively deepened the kiss, the tightly wound string in Fu Yujun's mind suddenly snapped.

She cupped the back of Guan Han's head, parted her lips, and swiftly took control.

Guan Han, inexperienced, yielded compliantly to her rhythm.

Fu Yujun was impatient—so much so that she grew rough and hasty. Holding the other tightly with both arms, she began their first real kiss, not gently at all.

Perhaps due to her long martial arts training, Guan Han had a high tolerance for discomfort. Being inexperienced herself, she didn't find this kiss any different from what a normal kiss should be.

In a fleeting thought, it occurred to her: 'So this is all it is?'

It seemed kissing was more about mental enjoyment. Those fanfics by "For_Love_lf" that described kisses making people lose control were clearly exaggerated.

Guan Han's mind wandered inappropriately, and she felt a sense of relief. With today's experience, she'd feel much more at ease reading about Lamborghinis next time. Hah, it's all artistic exaggeration—you can't take novel descriptions seriously.

After Fu Yujun had vented her emotions, she lightly pecked Guan Han's swollen lips and asked guiltily, "Did I hurt you?"

Guan Han, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, smiled and replied, "No." With that little force, she thinks it would hurt me? Young people these days are too delicate.

Guan Han touched her face and found no new tear stains.

"Do you want to sleep?" Guan Han asked. "Or should I get you a glass of water?"

Fu Yujun wanted neither and pouted.

Guan Han, sharp-eyed, noticed her expression. She playfully tapped Fu Yujun's chin and coaxed her gently, as if speaking to a child, "Still not over it?"

Fu Yujun snorted.

Guan Han said, "It's late. Let me take you back to your room to sleep."

Fu Yujun hatched a plan and asked, "Will you sleep with me?"

Guan Han: "Of course not."

Fu Yujun flopped back onto the sofa defiantly. "Then I'm not going back."

Guan Han clapped her hands and stood up. "Fine. I'll sleep in the room, and you can sleep on the sofa."

Fu Yujun closed her eyes and ignored her.

Just as she expected, Guan Han hadn't taken two steps before turning back and saying helplessly, "Be good."

Fu Yujun, with her hands behind her head, was determined not to leave.

Guan Han slid one arm under her armpit and the other behind her knees, lifting her in a princess carry.

Fu Yujun struggled violently in her arms. "You tyrant!"

Guan Han wasn't strong enough to carry a grown woman who was wriggling like a lively fish. To prevent her from falling on the way back to the room, she had no choice but to set her down.

"What exactly do you want?" Guan Han turned on the floor lamp beside the sofa, walked back, and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, looking as if she was preparing for a long battle.

"Either you sleep with me in the bedroom, or I sleep with you on the sofa."

One option was like a lamb entering a tiger's den, the other like a wolf entering a sheepfold.

Guan Han had a brain, so she chose neither. She shrugged and said, "Then let's just stare at each other all night."

Fu Yujun: "..."

She compromised and said, "Then I'll change the condition."

"Let's hear it."

"Let me kiss you."

One kiss or two, as long as it wasn't a sneak attack, it was fine. Guan Han agreed readily, "Okay." She added one condition, "But only above the neck."

The corner of Fu Yujun's lips subtly curled up: "Sure."

Originally, she had only wanted to kiss her lips, but Guan Han had given her an idea.

Fu Yujun said, "But I have a condition too. I decide the timing. Don't say it's over as soon as we start."

Guan Han replied, "Fine, but after the kiss, you have to go back to your room and sleep. No more sneaking out in the middle of the night to ambush me."

"I told you it wasn't an ambush!" Fu Yujun bristled.

"Stolen kiss, stolen kiss," Guan Han pressed her hands down, trying to soothe the woman's anger.

Fu Yujun said, "I'm starting now."

"Wait." Guan Han negotiated again. "No more than ten minutes." If she kissed her all night, how would she get any sleep? "One hour," Fu Yujun bargained with her.

"Half an hour."

"Deal."

Guan Han tightened her robe again and lay flat. "Go ahead."

Fu Yujun was taken aback. "What are you doing?"

Guan Han half-closed her eyes. "Hurry up and kiss. After you're done, I'm going to sleep. I'm a bit tired."

Guan Han was a lazy person. She didn't like to waste words or effort, even when it came to her sleeping position. She wanted to get everything ready in advance.

Fu Yujun was both annoyed and amused. She gritted her teeth and leaned over her.

Guan Han closed her eyes completely, intending to fall asleep. If it weren't for the fact that Fu Yujun noticed her hands, resting at her sides, were slightly clenched into fists, she would have thought Guan Han was truly unmoved inside.

How could there be such a clueless woman? Fu Yujun sighed inwardly for the ten-thousandth time.

She refused to believe it!

Fu Yujun reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair on Guan Han's forehead, revealing her clear eyebrows and eyes, and her thick, dark lashes, shaped like small fans. Her fingertips traced from Guan Han's brow down to her nose and then to her lips, where her thumb gently stroked.

The lips were rich in capillaries, and after a few strokes, the redness that had just faded returned, glowing with a vivid crimson.

Fu Yujun leaned down and kissed her.

Her hand moved from Guan Han's cheek to her fair, translucent earlobe, gently kneading it.

Guan Han had closed her eyes to avoid being lost in Fu Yujun's gaze, but with her eyes shut, her other senses became even more acute.

Their lips were deeply entangled, leaving her no room to focus on thinking. The fingers at her ear followed her relentlessly, no matter how she turned her head, she couldn't escape Fu Yujun's hand.

Did the conditions say she could use her hands? But they didn't say she couldn't.

Fu Yujun would definitely answer her like that, the cunning little devil.

As the kiss grew more intense, Guan Han began to feel increasingly uneasy.

How could this be... why is it different from the first time?

She struggled to suppress the involuntary sounds rising in her throat. The faint thread of clarity she had managed to grasp quickly gathered and just as swiftly scattered. Beyond instinctive responses, Guan Han could do nothing else.

The warm, orange glow of the floor lamp filled the room, casting the silhouettes of two figures on the sofa, nearly merging into one.

Fu Yujun sat up, bending her legs, and lifted Guan Han into her arms, letting her lean against her chest.

For a brief moment, Guan Han regained her senses and murmured, "Has it been half an hour?"

"Not yet, only ten minutes have passed," Fu Yujun replied between kisses on her ear.

"Can we make it eleven minutes?" Guan Han, on the verge of collapse, resorted to a rare act of pleading, resting her forehead on Fu Yujun's shoulder, her voice soft and weak.

"No, we agreed on half an hour, so it's half an hour."

Guan Han whined twice against her ear, perhaps unconsciously, like a spoiled child.

Fu Yujun felt her bones go weak, nearly loosening her hold on Guan Han, ready to surrender.

"No," Fu Yujun steadied herself and refused mercilessly.

Guan Han fell silent.

Her mood shifted faster than flipping a page.

Recalling Guan Han's earlier, almost drunken-like coquettishness, Fu Yujun wondered if it had been a hallucination brought on by her own intoxication.

At the twentieth minute.

Guan Han's robe hung loosely on her body. Fu Yujun released the tie she had been holding and gently wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, pulling her closer. Their lips parted, breaths mingling, noses brushing against each other.

Fu Yujun stroked her burning cheeks back and forth, whispering, "Let's go back to the room..."

Guan Han shook her head, her gaze dazed.

"Then where do you want to be? On the sofa?" Fu Yujun deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.

Guan Han, utterly disoriented, her chest heaving violently, could no longer form words.

"If you don't say anything, we'll choose the first option." Fu Yujun guided her toward the bedroom. To prevent Guan Han from speaking midway, she kept her mouth pressed against hers, further clouding her mind.

They tumbled onto the soft, large bed.

The bright moonlight filtered through the white sheer curtains, illuminating two snow-white robes on the wooden floor.

The dreams Guan Han had once had were gradually becoming reality.

She could no longer distinguish between dream and reality, but the skin beneath her fingertips and the curves she felt under her palms were sensations no dream could ever provide. At one point, she suddenly regained clarity, squinting at the person lost in passion beside her.

...Then slowly, she closed her eyes again.

Surrendering herself to this indulgent pleasure.

It turned out that words could never capture even a fraction of this experience.

......

Dawn broke.

Fu Yujun nuzzled her cheek affectionately against the soft, white pillow, her arm instinctively reaching to the side—only to find it long cold.

She sat up and glanced down at her right hand.

Calling out loudly in the room, she said, "Guan Han."

No response.

Fu Yujun shook out the neatly folded robe from the bedside, slipped it on in a few swift movements, got out of bed, and walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

"Guan Han?"

She checked the luggage in the corner of the living room—sure enough, it had mysteriously vanished, just like its owner.

Annoyed, Fu Yujun ran her fingers through her long hair, sweeping her bangs back. She dialed Guan Han's number, but it rang until it automatically disconnected, switching to the system's voice: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

Fu Yujun switched to sending a message: [Are you safe?]

Guan Han replied: [Safe]

Fu Yujun: [[ok]]

Guan Han didn't reply further.

Fu Yujun twirled her phone in her hand, tossed it onto the coffee table, and let out a soft sigh.

Fu Yujun went back to the room to change the bedsheet that Guan Han had accidentally torn into strips. She folded it neatly, then glanced at the pillow on the floor, which had also been ripped open, exposing its stuffing. She chuckled lightly, then laughed again.

Guan Han had an immense capacity for restraint. She made almost no sound in the first half, but the bedsheet and pillow couldn't withstand the force of her fingers and met their demise.

Later, Fu Yujun almost lost her composure, and Guan Han herself was quite embarrassed. She stopped tormenting the tattered bedsheet and the lone remaining pillow, allowing herself to express a more genuine part of who she was.

But by the next day, she had reverted to the same stiff and awkward Manager Guan.

Overall, Fu Yujun was quite satisfied. Although her plan to offer herself hadn't succeeded, she had already covered half the long march. With the first time done, would the second time be far behind? Hmm... Little Guan Han must be craving her hands and mouth by now. She'd give her own performance last night an eighty out of a hundred.

Fu Yujun packed the highly commemorative bedsheet into her suitcase. After washing up and changing clothes, she opened the door, ready to grab some breakfast.

Outside the door, one, two, three, four pairs of eyes stared back at her.

Fu Yujun: "..."

Wen Shuxian and Tang Ruoyao, the couple, were one thing, but what was Cui Jiaran doing here?

Fu Yujun looked at Cui Jiaran and asked, "Didn't you get married? Why are you camping outside my door?"

Cui Jiaran laughed heartily. "That was yesterday. Today, you're the star of the show."

Tang Ruoyao and her partner, being more reserved, stood to the side, listening with polite smiles.

Wen Shuxian blinked her sparkling eyes and asked eagerly, "So? So? Did you succeed?"

Fu Yujun nodded with a mix of restraint and pride.

Qin Yinong nudged Tang Ruoyao's lower back. Understanding the hint, Tang Ruoyao asked quietly, "Whose 'hand' succeeded'?"

As expected of the true veteran, one question was all it took.

Fu Yujun, a novice with only one day of experience, immediately felt a bit shy. Suppressing her embarrassment, she replied, "Mine."

Tang Ruoyao smiled gently. "My teachings weren't in vain yesterday."

Fu Yujun continuously shot meaningful glances at her.

Wen Shuxian asked, "Teachings? What teachings?"

Only then did Tang Ruoyao remember that this was a secret between the two of them. She gave Fu Yujun an apologetic smile.

Tang Ruoyao calmly explained, "I just sprinkled a little water on her to boost her confidence."

Wen Shuxian: "Huh?" After three seconds, she burst out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHA!"

Fu Yujun asked, "By the way, how long have you all been waiting here? Did any of you see Guan Han?"

"We just got here." Cui Jiaran replied. "Why? Isn't she in the room?"

"No, she was gone when I woke up this morning."

Wen Shuxian roared with laughter. "It must be because your skills are so poor she's afraid to share a room with you."

Fu Yujun opened her mouth to retort, "Who says? Last night, Guan Han—" Wen Shuxian's eyes lit up instantly, but Fu Yujun caught herself just in time. She raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Almost fell for your provocation. Give it up. I won't say a single word about what happened between us."

Wen Shuxian pouted, feeling thoroughly disappointed.

They were all adults—why not share a bit? It would help everyone improve together.

But she never expected that Fu Yujun and Tang Ruoyao were actually communicating like crazy in private. Especially after their first experience, Fu Yujun wanted to know where she could improve, so she went to seek advice from Senior Tang again.

We won't dwell on that here.

Cui Jiaran went to ask the hotel front desk and confirmed that Guan Han had left around 5 a.m., carrying her suitcase. The hotel had called a taxi for her, which took her directly to the airport. She was likely already on a flight back home.

With Bali's warm climate, the four from Room 405 decided to stay for two more days. Qin Yinong and Tang Ruoyao took Qin Jianing around to explore, while Fu Yujun went diving, surfing, and skydiving, dressed in cool and sexy outfits, updating her social media with photos every day.

Guan Han didn't like or comment on any of them, but Fu Yujun was certain she had seen them.

Fu Yujun even had Wen Shuxian take a few slightly more revealing photos of her and sent them privately to Guan Han.

At home, Guan Han was making dumplings with her mother when her phone lit up. She unlocked it with a swipe of her finger and tapped into the message thread.

Fu Yujun: [[Bikini Photo 1]]

[[Bikini Photos 2, 3, 4]]

Guan Han: "!!!"

Her mother's gaze had already drifted over. Flustered, Guan Han quickly tapped the back arrow in the upper left corner, pressing it several times before successfully returning to the home screen.

Her heart was pounding.

Had her mother seen it? Even worse, had she seen who sent the messages?

Her mother scooped filling with a spoon, placed it on a rolled-out dumpling wrapper, and deftly wrapped it up, casually asking, "Is it that artist you manage again?"

Guan Han lowered her head and replied, "Mm."

Her mother's tone was casual, as if making small talk. "You two have always been close, right?"

"Yes."

"This time, you went to Bali for her roommate's wedding?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Is she back yet?"

"Not yet."

"Even while having fun there, she still remembers to message you. She must really care about you."

The more Guan Han listened, the more she felt her mother's calm exterior hid a not-so-calm heart, and it made her scalp tingle.

Biting her lower lip lightly, Guan Han hummed in agreement again.

Her mother stopped asking questions and continued wrapping dumplings one by one.

After all the dumplings were wrapped, her mother tidied up the leftover filling and said, "If you've made up your mind, find an opportunity to bring her home for your dad and me to meet."

Guan Han: "???"

Meet whom? How had they suddenly jumped to this step?

She helped her mother put things back in the kitchen. Her mother washed her hands under the faucet, not looking at her, and cleared her throat awkwardly. "Your dad will be home soon. Go change into something with a higher collar."

Puzzled, Guan Han returned to her room and looked in the mirror, only to discover a deep red "strawberry" mark above her collarbone.

Guan Han: "..."

She opened the photos Fu Yujun had sent again, and the passion of that night resurfaced in her mind, replaying in every cell—the comforting warmth, the exhilarating sweat. The world had been enveloped in spring rain and mist, continuous and damp.

Guan Han closed her eyes and threw herself backward onto the bed.

But to say she regretted it wasn't true. If she hadn't been willing, not even Fu Yujun could have made her yield—even if it were a man, she could have fought back and left them severely injured, paralyzed from the waist down.

Guan Han was not a conservative person. The boundaries she held onto weren't traditional in nature, so she didn't resist what had happened, nor did she believe that adding another layer to their relationship would instantly transform her feelings for Fu Yujun.

However, Fu Yujun was the one who had opened the door to a new world for her—the first and only key to unlocking her desires. Inevitably, Fu Yujun had become irreplaceably different in her heart.

As for why she ran? Perhaps it was because she didn't want to face Fu Yujun when she woke up.

That kid was definitely going to tease her smugly, and might even pin her down for another round. Guan Han felt a complicated mix of emotions recalling how relentlessly demanding she had been that night—was it due to experience or natural talent?

She had entered the industry during her sophomore year, and since then, there had been no substantiated rumors of romantic entanglements. According to her own account, she hadn't had any romantic experiences after joining the industry.

Guan Han lay still for a while, then sat up and changed into a shirt, buttoning it all the way to the top.

She replied to Fu Yujun's message: [Be sure to keep warm. Don't catch a cold.]

Fu Yujun sent back an emoji of someone collapsing and spitting bl0od.

Guan Han smiled.

......

After a few days of vacation in Bali, Fu Yujun returned to her family home in China.

Fu Yulou and He Wanqing, her parents, went to the airport to pick her up. Seeing her still alone, they suppressed their disappointment, thinking she must already be feeling down enough. They cautiously observed her expression as they took her suitcase from her.

Instead, Fu Yujun linked arms with her parents on either side, showing no signs of discouragement. With a sunny smile that revealed her neat white teeth, she promised, "Next year, next year, I'll definitely bring her home."

Her words delighted her parents, making them beam with joy.

He Wanqing laughed and said, "Don't just talk big. What if you're still alone this time next year?"

Fu Yujun stuck out her tongue playfully and replied, "Then I just won't come back."

Fu Yulou quickly interjected, "You still have to come back. Whether you have a wife or not, you must come home for the New Year."

He Wanqing added, "Your dad is right. I was just joking."

Fu Yujun ushered them quickly toward the parking lot: "Don't worry. When have I ever broken a promise? You can start preparing the red envelopes for your new daughter-in-law."

On the way home, Fu Yujun made a video call to Guan Han. After the video call was disconnected, Guan Han initiated a voice call.

"I'm home, in my dad's car."

"Mm."

"I saw in the news that it's snowing in the capital. Did you go out to build a snowman?"

Guan Han teased her, "Do you think I'm three years old like you?"

Unfazed, Fu Yujun laughed and said, "If the snow hasn't melted by the time I get back to Beijing, let's build a snowman together, okay?"

Guan Han paused briefly before replying, "Okay."

She walked to the balcony and looked out at the swirling snowflakes, as thick as goose feathers, blanketing the entire landscape in white.

A sudden smile touched Guan Han's lips. She turned back, walked to the entrance, and put on her down jacket.

Guan He looked up from the couch and asked, "Sis, where are you going?"

Guan Han inquired, "Do you know how to build a snowman?"

Guan He was baffled. "Of course. Is there anyone in the world who doesn't know how to build a snowman?"

Guan Han said calmly, "Me, your sister. Come downstairs and teach me."

Guan He let out a confused "Huh?" while putting on her coat. "Since when are you interested in something so childish? I don't even play with that stuff anymore."

Guan Han frowned. "Were you mute in your past life?"

Guan He made a gesture of zipping her mouth shut.

The two sisters went downstairs to build a snowman—one teaching, the other learning. It was actually quite simple. Just as they were nearly finished, Guan Han suddenly knocked the half-finished snowman apart. Brushing the remaining snow from her hands, she said, "Alright, let's go back upstairs."

The first snowman she'd ever built in her memory had to be made with someone meaningful.

Guan He: "..."

Guan Han strode back inside. Guan He glanced at the scattered snowman head and body on the ground, utterly perplexed, before following her sister back upstairs.

Fu Yujun fully unleashed her true nature, sharing her daily life from home—playing the piano, painting, playing chess, reading—and making voice calls that often lasted three to four hours. They didn't necessarily talk the entire time, she simply wanted to hear what Guan Han was doing.

Guan Han wasn't used to it, but after that night, the two of them hadn't met in person. She missed Fu Yujun even more than she had the previous year, so she turned a blind eye and allowed her to gradually take over her personal space.

After all, she had no secrets at home. Most of her time was spent with her parents, and if Fu Yujun wanted to listen to the sound of the television, she let her.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, work for the new year began.

And so did a new chapter in their relationship, one that completely slipped out of Guan Han's control.

As soon as Fu Yujun arrived in Beijing, she rushed straight from the airport to the company. On their first day reunited, sparks flew so intensely that they almost had an R-rated scene right there in the office.

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