Chapter 51 p1
Xin Yao took off her creamy white fleece pajamas and lay naked on the bed, her skin exposed to the air.
Her dark hair cascaded around her, her body nestled in the soft bedding, her legs slightly bent, a subtly alluring pose. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the white sheets, glowing like warm milk in the dim light.
Beside her, the soft rustling of fabric against skin echoed through the room as Xu Jingyu undressed, the sound barely audible, yet amplified by the quiet intimacy of the moment, the dim light, and Xin Yao’s racing heart.
Her eyelashes fluttered nervously, her fingers gripping the sheets, wrinkling the fabric.
Her eyes, shimmering with a soft light, like a pool of spring water, held a mix of vulnerability and allure.
The rustling stopped.
Xu Jingyu had been wearing only a thin white nightgown.
Xin Yao’s gaze, hesitant yet curious, fell upon her, her face flushing crimson as she bit her lip, her grip on the sheets tightening.
Her eyes softened, her body relaxing slightly as she took in the sight before her.
Xu Jingyu knelt on the bed beside her, also naked, her long black hair cascading around her, her skin even paler than Xin Yao’s, her body a work of art, her curves and angles illuminated by the soft light.
The light traced the delicate lines of her face, her elegant collarbone, the smooth skin of her stomach, her long, slender legs.
She looked less like a real person and more like a breathtaking sculpture.
And Xu Jingyu, her personality naturally dominant, her gaze intense even as she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows that made her eyes seem even darker, her silent scrutiny like a physical touch, a possessive caress that made Xin Yao’s heart pound.
And the desire in her eyes, like a smoldering flame, threatened to consume Xin Yao whole.
Her girlfriend, in this moment, had become a dangerous predator.
The thought made Xin Yao even more nervous. She shyly turned her head away, the curve of her neck a graceful arc in the warm air, her teeth gently biting her lip.
The predator, sensing her prey’s unease, leaned closer, one hand resting on the bed beside Xin Yao’s head, the other gently tilting her chin up.
Her voice, cool and clear yet slightly husky, was a sensual whisper.
“Yaoyao, look at me. Don’t hide.”
Xin Yao, her chin held captive, turned her head, her gaze meeting Xu Jingyu’s.
Her eyes, dark and intense, like storm clouds gathering on the horizon, made Xin Yao’s heart race.
She parted her lips, wanting to speak, but her throat was dry, the words catching in her throat.
Xu Jingyu’s gaze softened slightly.
“Don’t be afraid.”
And then it began.
Xu Jingyu’s fingertip, cool and smooth like jade, traced Xin Yao’s lips, the delicate touch making her moan softly.
The sound made Xu Jingyu’s eyes darken, but she didn’t push further.
Her fingertip continued its exploration, sliding down Xin Yao’s chin to her neck.
The room was still warm, and Xu Jingyu’s touch, like a burning ember, sent shivers down Xin Yao’s spine, her skin tingling with pleasure.
She instinctively arched her neck, her throat tightening.
Her involuntary response made Xu Jingyu smile, her amusement a silent sound, a sensual vibration in the quiet room.
Xu Jingyu’s finger continued its descent, tracing Xin Yao’s collarbone, the curve of her breasts, her skin flushed with a delicate pink.
Xin Yao shivered, her legs pressing together, her hand reaching out to capture Xu Jingyu’s wandering finger. She opened her eyes, their depths shimmering with a mix of desire and vulnerability, her gaze soft and pleading.
Xu Jingyu’s eyes darkened.
Xin Yao’s gaze held hers, a silent plea in her eyes.
After a brief moment, Xin Yao released Xu Jingyu’s finger, her resolve crumbling beneath the other woman’s intense gaze.
Xu Jingyu’s touch continued its exploration, her fingers tracing Xin Yao’s arm, then her wrist, her touch lingering, her fingers gently caressing the delicate skin.
Then, slowly, deliberately, she began to intertwine their fingers, her touch a gentle tease, her movements slow and deliberate, as if wanting Xin Yao to savor every sensation, the warmth of their joined hands, the subtle friction of their skin against each other.
Her fingers slid between Xin Yao’s, then closed around her hand, their fingers intertwined, their palms pressed together.
The sensual torture ended with their hands clasped together, the simple gesture strangely intimate, making Xin Yao’s heart pound.
And then, Xu Jingyu leaned closer, their bodies pressing together, inch by inch.
The cool, pale skin of her arm against Xin Yao’s warm flesh, their shoulders touching, their chests rising and falling in unison, their legs intertwined.
They were like two flowers, their colors different yet complementary, their petals intertwined, their bodies pressed together, bare and vulnerable.
The warmth of their joined bodies, the shared intimacy of the moment, made Xu Jingyu sigh with pleasure, a soft moan escaping Xin Yao’s lips.
But in their close embrace, Xin Yao could feel every detail of Xu Jingyu’s body, the smooth texture of her skin, the gentle caress of her touch, the warmth radiating from her.
Like warm milk, soothing and comforting, yet also a heavy, possessive weight.
She felt Xu Jingyu’s weight, her strength, her gentleness.
And her excitement, her rapid breathing against Xin Yao’s ear.
Xin Yao’s fingers trembled, her eyelids fluttering.
And in that moment, their hearts beat as one.
Thump, thump.
The sound of their heartbeats, synchronized and echoing in the quiet room, was a testament to their unspoken love.
Xin Yao’s hand, still clasped in Xu Jingyu’s, her other arm wrapped around her back, her eyes closed, savoring the moment.
She finally understood Xu Jingyu’s obsession with touch.
Xu Jingyu, her face buried in the curve of Xin Yao’s neck, her breathing becoming more rapid with each passing moment, her excitement palpable.
But despite their close embrace, she didn’t move, her body still, her touch gentle.
As if she had only wanted to hold Xin Yao, nothing more.
Really? Xin Yao wondered.
She waited, but Xu Jingyu, while pressing even closer, still didn’t make a move.
Xin Yao, her arm still around Xu Jingyu’s back, looked at her beautiful profile.
Then, she leaned closer and gently nipped at Xu Jingyu’s earlobe, her breath warm against her skin.
“Xu Jingyu, are you really just planning to cuddle tonight?”
A beat of silence.
Xu Jingyu slowly lifted her head, her hand bracing against the bed as she looked at Xin Yao.
Xin Yao looked up, her gaze meeting Xu Jingyu’s, her heart skipping a beat at the intensity in her eyes.
In the dim light, Xu Jingyu’s eyes were even darker, more intense than before, like burning embers.
“Is that okay?” she asked, her voice husky and low, a dangerous sensuality in its depths. “It’s only our first day together. Isn’t this a bit too fast?”
Xin Yao paused, then reached out and gently caressed Xu Jingyu’s face, wiping away a bead of sweat from her forehead.
“Since when did Xu Jingyu become so hesitant?”
Xu Jingyu’s fingers tightened around Xin Yao’s hand, her face nuzzling against Xin Yao’s palm.
“I’m afraid you’ll dislike me.”
Your suggestion of cuddling was already bold enough, Xin Yao thought.
But she didn’t say it. Instead, she gently caressed Xu Jingyu’s face, her gaze soft and loving, then leaned forward and kissed her.
In this moment of closeness, they needed this kiss, this shared intimacy.
And then, they should be even closer, their bodies and souls intertwined.
But half an hour later, Xin Yao regretted her decision.
They weren’t cuddling anymore.
She sat propped up against the headboard, her legs draped over Xu Jingyu’s shoulders, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her lips pressed together, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Then, she covered her mouth with her hand, her mind reeling.
After a long moment, she recovered, her legs kicking against Xu Jingyu’s body, her hands pushing against her chest, trying to escape.
Xu Jingyu’s hand tightened around her thigh, her fingers pressing into her soft flesh.
She looked up at Xin Yao, her lips glistening in the soft light, her fingers tightening their grip, her touch both gentle and firm.
“Don’t,” Xin Yao whispered, her voice barely audible.
And in that moment, she finally understood the true extent of Xu Jingyu’s unrestrained desire, her insatiable hunger for touch.
For the past half hour, Xu Jingyu had been licking her, exploring every inch of her skin with her tongue, her touch both gentle and demanding, a sensual torture that had left Xin Yao breathless and wanting to escape even before they had begun.
Xu Jingyu pulled her closer, her lips finding Xin Yao’s in a deep, possessive kiss.
All her pent-up desire, her unspoken love, was unleashed in that kiss, Xin Yao’s arms wrapping around her neck, her body surrendering to the other woman’s embrace.
But Xu Jingyu’s kiss was too fierce, too demanding, her tongue exploring Xin Yao’s mouth with a hungry urgency that left Xin Yao breathless.
Just as she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, her fingers digging into Xu Jingyu’s back, her legs tightening around her waist, her body trembling, she reached her peak, her body convulsing, then relaxing, her strength fading.
Xu Jingyu held her close, her eyes, still filled with desire, now also shining with a soft, warm light, her lips brushing against Xin Yao’s.
“Yaoyao,” she murmured, her voice soft, “I’m yours.”
Xin Yao, her body still trembling, her eyes shimmering with tears, clung to Xu Jingyu, her voice a soft whisper.
“And I’m yours.”
Her words were tender, but her actions weren’t.
Perhaps because of her insatiable need for touch, Xu Jingyu’s possessiveness seemed even stronger than before.
During their lovemaking, Xin Yao wasn’t even allowed to look away, her gaze held captive by Xu Jingyu’s intense stare, her every thought, every sensation, focused solely on the woman before her.
Her body, her mind, her soul, all consumed by Xu Jingyu.
If her attention wandered, even for a moment, Xu Jingyu would pull her back, her touch becoming more demanding, more insistent.
It was both infuriating and exhilarating, Xin Yao’s protests eventually turning into soft pleas and whispered moans.
But her tears only fueled Xu Jingyu’s passion.
Finally, seeing Xin Yao’s exhaustion, she relented.
She carried her to the bathroom, gently washing her body, then tucked her into bed, Xin Yao’s eyelids already drooping.
Xin Yao, looking at Xu Jingyu, still naked and lying beside her, her body warm against Xin Yao’s, gathered her remaining strength and bit Xu Jingyu’s neck.
“You beast,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
Xu Jingyu chuckled, not denying the accusation, her hand gently stroking Xin Yao’s back.
“Mm-hmm. I love you.”
Their relationship, escalating so quickly, so intensely, on their first day together, might have seemed too fast, too bold.
But Xin Yao had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, and Xu Jingyu, always a woman of action, didn’t believe in holding back.
The only problem, from Xin Yao’s perspective, was that Xu Jingyu, having opened that door, could no longer control herself, wanting to be close to Xin Yao every night.
And her idea of closeness wasn’t just cuddling. She would keep Xin Yao awake until the early hours of the morning, her demands relentless.
So, Xin Yao often refused, her resistance both playful and firm.
But Xu Jingyu, always resourceful, had learned to use her vulnerability to her advantage.
She wouldn’t say anything, simply standing there, her eyes lowered, her expression slightly forlorn.
And Xin Yao, unable to resist her pitiful appearance, would often relent.
Until one morning, covered in love bites, she finally realized she had fallen into Xu Jingyu’s trap.
And she had promptly kicked her out of bed.
As their relationship progressed, the blizzard finally ended, the sun returning, its warmth melting the snow.
Their short vacation was over, and both productions prepared to resume filming.
So, the night before, Xin Yao had firmly refused Xu Jingyu’s advances, going to bed early.
The next morning, refreshed and energized, she went to the set alone.
When she arrived, Xu Jingyu was already there, her makeup and costume done.
Xin Yao walked towards her, deliberately maintaining a professional distance, her voice polite and slightly formal.
“Good morning, Ms. Xu.”
Xu Jingyu raised an eyebrow, a soft smile playing on her lips.
“Good morning, Ms. Xin.”
They had almost slept together last night, yet now, in public, they were pretending to be strangers.
Only they knew the hidden intimacy beneath their professional facade.
But they didn’t have much time for small talk. The crew, after their long break, was eager to resume filming.
And Xin Yao’s beloved Lu Duanjing’s story continued.
After witnessing the horrors of the slums and recovering from her illness, Lu Duanjing had decided to take action.
She remembered Wen Sigu’s words:
Being small wasn’t a weakness. Even the smallest person could make a difference.
The Lu family had one thing in abundance: money.
While Lu Duanjing wasn’t favored by her father, and her movements were restricted, she was still the eldest daughter of a wealthy family.
Her father had always provided for her generously, showering her with gifts, especially on holidays and birthdays.
She had a large collection of jewelry.
Ironically, she had never had the opportunity to wear any of it, her life confined to the Lu residence.
But now, her unused jewelry had a purpose.
She secretly sold it and used the money to fund an orphanage.
It wasn’t a proper orphanage, just a dilapidated courtyard house she had purchased.
She hired two women from the slums, one to cook and the other to care for the children.
Together, they cleaned and renovated the house, transforming it into a bright, welcoming space.
Then, Lu Duanjing brought the children, orphaned and abandoned, their lives threatened by poverty and hardship, to their new home.
It wasn’t much, but it was a safe haven, a place of refuge.
Their stories were heartbreaking.
Some were so young that they didn’t even understand what it meant to lose their families.
One child, when one of the women had undressed her for a bath, Lu Duanjing assisting, had startled Lu Duanjing.
The little girl’s toes were gone.
Seeing Lu Duanjing’s horrified expression, the woman had quickly explained.
“Don’t worry, Miss. It’s normal. It gets so cold in the winter. Some children lose their fingers and toes to frostbite. We have to cut them off to prevent the frostbite from spreading. Otherwise, they might lose their entire foot, or even their leg.”
“It’s normal, Miss. Really.”
Normal?
How could that be normal?
Lu Duanjing had been stunned.
Seeing the woman’s matter-of-fact tone, she had hesitantly asked, “Did your child also…?”
The woman had been silent for a long time, then she had chuckled softly.
“My son… he didn’t survive last winter.”
He had frozen to death, in her arms.
Every winter was a struggle for survival in the slums.
Lu Duanjing, standing there in the warm afternoon sunlight, had felt a chill run down her spine. She had looked at the woman, then at the children playing in the courtyard, her heart aching.
She had always thought of herself as unfortunate, her life confined to the four walls of the Lu residence, her future predetermined, her days a monotonous, unchanging routine.
But now, she realized how fortunate she was, how much she had taken for granted.
At least she didn’t have to worry about surviving the winter.
The wealthy were trapped in their gilded cages.
The poor struggled to survive in the slums.
Everyone, it seemed, carried their own burdens.
After selling two more bracelets, and with the orphanage finally running smoothly, Lu Duanjing decided to celebrate by treating the children and the two women to a special meal.
She planned to make it a weekly tradition, a small luxury they could all look forward to.
So, that morning, she had given the women some money to buy some meat, enough for a simple red braised pork dish.
It wasn’t much, just a small piece of meat, enough for two or three pieces per person.
She hadn’t expected their reaction to be so… intense. Even the two women had been smiling all day, their faces beaming with anticipation.
And the children, their excitement palpable, had been chattering about it since morning.
That evening, as the aroma of the braised pork filled the courtyard, the children gathered around the table, their eyes wide with anticipation.
But they were well-behaved, their gazes fixed on Lu Duanjing, waiting for her permission to eat. Even the two women looked at her expectantly.
Lu Duanjing smiled. “Why are you all looking at me? Eat!”
But the children remained motionless.
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