Chapter 45: Silver Foil

Han Xuan’s movements were so fast that Chu Susu didn’t have time to react, only managing to raise her brows in stunned surprise. “You…”

She waggled her finger, on which something shiny glistened like a certain kind of fluid, sparkling brightly. “This… is this how you use it?”

With that, she tilted her head back, acting all cute and coquettish like she was begging for affection.

Chu Susu’s hand on her shoulder pushed forward smoothly, flipping Han Xuan onto the bed in an instant.

“Want to do me?”

Her conqueror’s desire was fully ignited. She hooked Han Xuan’s chin and pressed her forehead against hers.

“Is that no good?”

Han Xuan lay on her back, her eyes misty with moisture. She raised the fingertip of her left hand and gently traced it over Chu Susu’s face as she asked.

Chu Susu grasped her hand and slowly closed her fingers around it. “No can do.”

“Why?”

“I’m more experienced than you.” Chu Susu whispered lowly, her voice growing almost imperceptibly softer toward the end. “Besides, I want to see you…”

In that kind of state.

Just the thought made her heart suddenly race.

Her favorite type was lying right in front of her, defenseless, like a water honey peach warmed under the sun—hot and full to bursting.

“Does having experience mean you know everything?” Han Xuan countered, suddenly nipping at her collar.

Right at the side was the opening; she caught the tiny zipper between her teeth, tilted her head back, and with a slight tug, smoothly pulled it open.

With a “zip,” Chu Susu’s dress did something Jinjiang wouldn’t allow, slipping precariously off her shoulders and exposing what lay beneath.

Her back shoulder was fastened with a delicate butterfly-embroidered clasp. Han Xuan tried to pull her captured hand free to reach for it, but was stopped again.

“Keep going.” Chu Susu said. “Weren’t you pretty eager? With that mouth of yours.”

Her knees were planted in the spot Jinjiang wouldn’t let her write, looking down imperiously.

Han Xuan’s fingers paused, then hooked the clasp, yanking her whole body over.

On the soft bed, the two of them did something Jinjiang wouldn’t let her write.

That familiar sage scent mixed with the smell of alcohol flooded unrestrained into Chu Susu’s nose. She took a deep breath, then expertly undid something Jinjiang wouldn’t allow with one hand.

Skin did something Jinjiang wouldn’t allow, feeling things Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen.

Chu Susu gasped for breath. Han Xuan was half-suspended over her, using her lips to undo the buttons one by one—something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe. In just a couple moves, it came open.

Realizing something, she turned to look into those foggy eyes. “No cheating.”

By rights, there should’ve been a tug before the clasp undid, but it had been too fast—Chu Susu hadn’t felt a thing. There was only one explanation.

Clearly, the other had used her unnatural ability!

Han Xuan stuck out her tongue and guiltily looked away.

She wrapped her arms around Chu Susu from behind, hands circling to her front, planting scattered kisses on her hair tips and ear.

Han Xuan’s lips were very soft, tickling her a bit. Chu Susu turned her head to meet them, glancing at those still-glistening fingers while murmuring between kisses:

“Still not taking them off?”

“Nope.”

“Be good.”

“Won’t.”

Chu Susu hardened her tone. “Han Xuan.”

She immediately heard the other let out a soft chuckle.

The hand on her waist suddenly moved.

It slid up to her chest, the palm suddenly kneading something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen with no light touch—carrying a hint of something Jinjiang wouldn’t allow.

“Mm!” Chu Susu’s eyes flew wide, an involuntary cry escaping her.

The sensation Jinjiang wouldn’t describe came abruptly, throwing her steady perch off balance. She fell backward, caught by Han Xuan.

The room’s lights vanished in a second, leaving only endless darkness around her.

Chu Susu felt something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen.

“Han Xuan!”

She gritted her teeth, trying to shove her away, voice sinking as her heart pounded like a drum with a trace of barely perceptible panic, still putting up a strong front to demand, “What are you doing?”

“You.”

Chu Susu heard Han Xuan say it just like that.

Those fingers Jinjiang wouldn’t describe teased something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen—not too light, not too heavy—something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen x2, silently doing something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen x3.

And the instant rush Jinjiang wouldn’t describe completely lost the ability to control something Jinjiang wouldn’t depict.

It took Chu Susu three seconds to register what had just happened.

She was thoroughly enraged, frowning as she tried to shake her off, only to find Han Xuan’s strength astonishingly great—she couldn’t break free.

“Let me go.” Chu Susu said coldly. “I told you, I only top. What are you… Mm!”

Another cry, but this one swallowed entirely.

Han Xuan cradled her head, giving a gentle kiss, but her hands didn’t stop at all—something Jinjiang wouldn’t compare, doing something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen, soon satisfactorily feeling something Jinjiang wouldn’t write.

“Is that so?”

Taking a gap, she murmured into her ear. Her other hand wasn’t idle either, like something glistening, doing something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen.

“But I feel like you really like it. If you truly didn’t want it, you’d have screamed something Jinjiang won’t let me say by now, instead of something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe…”

Casual, laced with hazy drunkenness.

“But don’t worry, I’m not going in today.”

No lights—nobody could see Han Xuan’s expression right now.

She stared intently at Chu Susu, not missing a single reaction. Even a lifted gaze or a blink was, to her, something Jinjiang wouldn’t let her describe as alluring.

“Mm…”

Chu Susu’s whole body was something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe. In that instant, shame and anger flooded her, as if all her pride had been trampled under that soft laugh.

Never in her life had anyone done something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen to her, and glistening like this.

“Let me… go.” Chu Susu said in broken gasps. “Han Xuan!”

Her originally crisp voice was something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe. In the darkness, eyes usually sharp and upturned couldn’t help drooping, as if trying to hide the something Jinjiang wouldn’t depict in them.

Clearly something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe, yet completely overwhelmed by the person behind her doing something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen.

She couldn’t see, couldn’t resist.

Had she cast some spell on her?

Otherwise, why did she feel like someone adrift in the vast ocean, on the verge of drowning any moment.

“Get lost.” Chu Susu had completely lost the ability to form sentences, not even knowing what she was saying. “Get lost!”

She really might die. What to do?

Her brain had bluescreened entirely, knowing nothing, just letting that glistening thing swirl back and forth, something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen.

“Get off.” Chu Susu’s mouth kept repeating those words, cheeks already flushed with something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe. “Get lost!”

In the second before that glistening peak, she heard Han Xuan say:

“Sure.”

Then she withdrew her hands, setting her free.

Chu Susu gasped for air, propping herself up with both hands to turn around. This time, the one something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe was her—even mixed with disbelief.

She had been just about to… and she’d been forcibly something Jinjiang wouldn’t describe?

“You told me to get lost, so I listened.”

Han Xuan’s hair was a bit mussed from the friction. She leaned quietly against the headboard, biting her lip as she said:

“But you want to finish properly too, right?”

Her long lashes trembled faintly; she blinked, and in the lightless environment, a hint of purple suddenly welled up.

Chu Susu froze.

The castaway at sea had finally boarded a lifeboat, only to encounter a siren.

Singing her song, luring her down the wrong path.

Han Xuan took Chu Susu’s hands, refusing refusal.

“No touching yourself.”

Time ticked by, the air heating up along with it.

Chu Susu’s chest heaved as she glared at her, but that glistening, teary-eyed look held zero persuasiveness.

She couldn’t figure it out.

It was clearly that soft and fragile Han Xuan—no mistake—how…

“Beg me.” Han Xuan said softly, cutting off Chu Susu’s thoughts.

“Beg me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Chu Susu blanked for two seconds, myriad thoughts tangling her up in chaos.

Interrupted by that glistening climax, the unprecedented something Jinjiang wouldn’t let happen, and something Jinjiang wouldn’t write—nearly reaching that glistening peak, all twisted together.

Those two words were right on the tip of her tongue.

In the hallway, Tan Qian from the art group stepped out of her room.

She wanted to make a call outside since the signal in her room was spotty, taking advantage of the empty corridor.

Tan Qian reached the corner and was about to dial when she saw a familiar figure emerge from a nearby room.

“Susu?”

She was about to call out, but before she could, she noticed the furious expression on Chu Susu’s face.

Cheeks flushed red, fists clenched tight—she looked in a very bad mood.

Tan Qian frowned in confusion. What happened?

And her question was soon answered. Trailing behind Chu Susu was another slender girl—Han Xuan.

“Susu…” Tan Qian heard her call softly. “Sorry, don’t be mad, okay? I just had some drinks…”

Chu Susu’s hands were trembling as she whipped around, staring deathly at her. Word by word, a cold smile curled at the corners of her mouth:

“Drinking? Han Xuan, since when did I not know you had such skills?”

“Sorry.”

“Is sorry any use?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t go in, okay.”

“Shut your mouth!” Chu Susu snapped, utterly humiliated and furious.

Tan Qian saw the tense standoff and knew things were bad. She hurried forward a few steps and tried to mediate:

“Susu, Han Xuan, what’s going on with you two? Talk it out nicely—don’t get mad, don’t fight.”

She remembered Chu Susu had just taken Han Xuan off to sober up, and now they were talking about “drinking.” She had a pretty good guess—Han Xuan must’ve gotten sick from the booze, puked everywhere, and pissed off Chu Susu.

“It’s normal for a young girl not to hold her liquor, especially since you bought the wine for her,” Tan Qian said. “Taking care of someone who’s drunk and making a fool of themselves is exhausting, I get it. But don’t blame Han Xuan for it.”

Everything she said made perfect sense, but Chu Susu wasn’t having any of it. What Han Xuan had done went way beyond just losing control. She had practically…

But how could she spell it out in front of Tan Qian?

“Thank you, Tan Qian, but let me apologize to Susu myself.”

Han Xuan lowered her head, biting her lip uneasily with a touch of grievance as she spoke.

“I’m sorry, Susu. My tolerance is just too poor. I swear I won’t let it happen again. Please forgive me…”

Looking at that face, Chu Susu suddenly flashed back to what she’d done not long ago.

Her shoulders, her chest, her lips—the spot Jinjiang won’t let me describe—everything was proof.

And yet the culprit looked so pitiful and innocent, like she knew damn well Chu Susu wouldn’t say a word.

A breath lodged in Chu Susu’s chest. A cold smile spread across her sharp, glamorous features.

“In your dreams!”