Chapter 174: The Cannon Fodder Who Can’t Survive Three Chapters (17)
The running water had stopped at some point.
The bathroom was quiet, so quiet that Bei Xing could hear the dripping water as she moved closer to Su Mingxiu.
The sound amplified the intimacy of their position.
The bubbles on the water’s surface parted slightly, revealing the clear water beneath, the jiao’s scales transformed into a long, black robe, its tail swishing gently.
Su Mingxiu was fully dressed, while Bei Xing was… not, the close proximity, their mingled breaths, making her feel like they were doing something… illicit.
Her hand, reaching for Su Mingxiu’s head, froze mid-air.
White bubbles clung to her arm, a droplet of water tracing a path down to her elbow, then falling into the foam below.
Plop.
A soft sound.
Bei Xing swallowed nervously, remembering Su Jin’s reaction to her touching her horns.
She hesitated, then, instead of touching, she leaned closer and gently kissed one of the black horns.
A brief, cool touch.
She licked her lips, then, as if not satisfied, kissed the other horn.
Just then, the arms around her waist tightened, a painful grip.
“Susu?”
Su Mingxiu pulled her closer, her dark eyes like a gathering storm, yet also strangely calm. Bei Xing, sitting on her tail, found the sensation… interesting. She looked up at Su Mingxiu, her expression a mix of curiosity and confusion.
Then, the grip on her waist tightened again.
She couldn’t help but reach for Su Mingxiu’s hand, trying to pry her fingers loose, but before she could, Su Mingxiu’s lips captured hers.
Her back submerged in the water, a sudden panic, her hand flailing, then accidentally grabbing one of Su Mingxiu’s horns.
The moment her fingers touched the horn, a moan escaped her lips.
The kiss deepened, the arms around her waist pulling her closer, the water splashing, bubbles scattering, the jiao’s tail swishing playfully,
And Bei Xing… like a toy in its grasp.
When Su Mingxiu finally released her, Bei Xing whimpered. Although she knew she should escape,
She was too weak to even hold onto the edge of the tub, the water still swirling around them, a disconcerting sensation.
She could only lean back against Su Mingxiu, her face flushed, her arms around Su Mingxiu’s neck, her head buried in the crook of her neck, catching her breath.
When the water calmed down, she finally found her voice, a soft whisper. “Why… why did you kiss me?”
What was the excuse this time?
Her anxiety overriding her embarrassment, she felt a green sprout in her heart, stronger than before, a pink flower blooming on its delicate stem, swaying gently.
She didn’t want to pluck this flower.
But she knew that not plucking it would make it even more painful later.
She asked the question—
A quick, clean break was better than lingering pain.
Before this flower bloomed completely, while she could still pull it out, she had to ask.
“What do you think?” Su Mingxiu countered, her arms still around Bei Xing, although most of the bubbles had been washed away. Her voice, calm and melodious, drew Bei Xing’s attention. “Why would someone kiss another person… repeatedly?”
But you’re not human anymore.
That’s what Bei Xing thought.
But the sprout in her heart betrayed her, another pink flower blooming, a silent confession.
The flowers whispered the answer, but Bei Xing couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that her lies had worked, that Su Mingxiu had fallen for them.
So she hesitated, then, a sudden inspiration, she asked: “Is it because… your horns are new, they’re sensitive, you couldn’t control yourself?”
It was because of her kisses, right?
Her soft lips on the jiao’s horns, awakening its instincts.
Although the logic was flawed, she found it convincing. She didn’t look at Su Mingxiu, not wanting her to see the hope in her eyes.
Su Mingxiu’s smile deepened. She lifted Bei Xing’s chin. “Is your love for me that… insignificant?”
Couldn’t she even consider other possibilities?
Bei Xing paused.
Remembering her dramatic confession at the funeral, she channeled that emotion, half-truth, half-lie. “Yes, you’re so radiant, like the summer sun, like the winter snow. And I’m just a firefly, basking in your light.” How could she possibly think of anything else?
“Not a firefly,” Su Mingxiu said softly.
“Hmm?”
The jiao’s tail, replacing her arms, wrapped around Bei Xing’s waist, a possessive gesture the mortal didn’t understand, her attention on Su Mingxiu’s words, her hand resisting the urge to touch the smooth, cool scales.
One more touch, and a third flower will bloom.
“A star, a star that fell into my arms,” Su Mingxiu whispered in her ear.
Bei Xing instinctively clutched her chest, feeling a blossoming within her, a sudden warmth, like spring.
She opened her lips, as if to speak, but no words came out.
After a moment, she cupped Su Mingxiu’s face and kissed her, their breaths mingling, a shared intimacy.
“You’re so obedient…” Su Mingxiu murmured, her voice a soft sigh, between the gentle splashing of the water, “it makes me want to… reward you now.”
“What?”
Bei Xing was still dazed when a sudden splash!
The jiao’s tail tightened around her waist, its tip playfully slapping the water, and Su Mingxiu’s lips captured hers, silencing her.
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