Although she deliberately kept her voice down with those two words, her attitude still startled Tan Qian once again.
She didn’t get it. Wasn’t it just puking after getting drunk? Chu Susu didn’t seem like the petty type either, and they usually got along fine. Was it really necessary?
Could it be that Han Xuan had done something disruptive after drinking, which was why Chu Susu was acting like this?
But it had only been a few hours since dinner. No matter how exaggerated, how bad could it get?
Plus, this was in a hotel—whatever got damaged, it wasn’t Chu Susu’s loss anyway.
Tan Qian turned her head in bewilderment and gently tugged at Han Xuan’s sleeve. “What exactly happened? How did you piss her off this bad?”
While they were talking, Chu Susu had already left with a blank expression, not even glancing back at them as she strode away.
This was… infuriating.
If she spared even one extra look, she’d want to strangle the other woman.
“It’s all my fault.”
Han Xuan lowered her gaze dejectedly. Whether on purpose or not, she seemed to subtly raise her volume a bit:
“It was me… I was too reckless. I knew Susu didn’t want to, but I still made her…”
“Han! Xuan!”
The figure who had already vanished at the end of the corridor suddenly turned back around and shouted to cut her off before she could finish.
The sound of her heels scraping against the carpet just covered up those last few words.
Chu Susu took a deep breath, barely holding back the expression that was about to erupt. When she heard those words, her heart nearly skipped a beat.
“Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble already?”
She practically forced the words out from her throat. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if her mood was panic or guilt, as if she were terrified of others finding out about the secret that only the two of them knew.
Han Xuan stared at her. Though she still looked obediently apologetic, seeing Chu Susu’s stubborn bravado, a hint of amusement unwittingly crept into her eyes:
“…made her phone get ruined.”
If an angry person could burst into flames, then Chu Susu’s current state was probably a veritable Flame Mountain.
Though Han Xuan’s lips hadn’t moved at all, she just knew—this woman was definitely laughing inside!
Pretending not to notice her stiff expression, Han Xuan naturally continued explaining to Tan Qian. “I puked on Susu’s phone, so she can’t use it for now.”
“Oh, so that’s what happened.” Tan Qian came to a sudden realization.
Nowadays, a lot of short work documents were sent via WeChat, especially when communicating with clients. Clients only cared about their own convenience—if they needed to send something, they’d just WeChat it over.
Even with backups, being without a phone temporarily would cause some trouble. No wonder Chu Susu was so pissed.
“You really know how to pick the important stuff to mess up,” Tan Qian said sympathetically with a glance at Han Xuan. “But what’s done is done—arguing won’t help. Hurry up and get it fixed. If not, buy a new one and compensate Susu.”
“Of course.”
Han Xuan emphasized the word “compensate,” drawing it out heavily.
“I’ll compensate her properly.”
Tan Qian clearly saw Chu Susu’s face darken even more, as if she were about to explode again.
The entire design team was staying on this floor—Chu Susu had specifically booked rooms near theirs.
Their voices had been a bit loud earlier, and it wasn’t bedtime yet. Several colleagues had already cracked their doors open a sliver, ready to watch the drama.
So Tan Qian lowered her voice and reminded them, “Susu, a lot of people are listening.”
“…Mm.”
It took a huge effort for Chu Susu to calm her emotions.
“Thanks, Tan Qian.” She forced out a stiff smile. “Han… and I will sort it out properly later.”
Just saying “Han Xuan” felt like a curse at this point—even uttering those simple syllables brought the scene from not long ago flashing into her mind.
Fragrant and alluring, gorgeous and dreamlike.
“That’s good, that’s good.” Tan Qian nodded. “I’ll step out to make a call then. You two talk it out nicely—don’t let things flare up.”
She walked away, still harboring some confusion.
This was so weird. Chu Susu wasn’t usually like this temper-wise. Her attitude didn’t seem like it was just about a broken phone—it was more like… she’d been bullied.
Ugh, but who could that poor little thing Han Xuan bully? Probably just in a bad mood. Whatever.
Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some strange vibe between these two.
After Tan Qian left, only the two of them remained in the corridor.
Chu Susu shot her a cold glance and turned to head toward the elevators.
A figure silently followed behind. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she slipped in nimbly.
“Get out,” Chu Susu said icily without mercy.
But Han Xuan was faster, shrinking into the corner and hitting the close button. The light from the top of the elevator cast shadows on her delicate face.
Chu Susu laughed in extreme anger. “Not drunk anymore?”
Han Xuan glanced over cautiously, her voice tinged with fawning as she reached to tug at her sleeve. “Don’t be mad, okay?”
With just a gentle pull, she tugged Chu Susu’s collar down a bit, revealing the area just barely covered on her shoulder behind it.
Red and purple marks, utterly ambiguous—faint bite marks even seemed visible. Without a doubt, anyone seeing it would think it was the aftermath of some torment.
In fact, it wasn’t far off.
Chu Susu forcefully shook her off, her tone icy. “Don’t touch me.”
The motion was huge, full of disgust.
Han Xuan’s hand froze rigidly in midair before awkwardly withdrawing it after a moment.
The mirror reflected her lost expression—the sight of her on the verge of tears, biting her lip in hurt, fell right into Chu Susu’s eyes too.
As if Han Xuan, the perpetrator, was the one who’d been bullied.
Chu Susu realized her attitude had been a bit too harsh. To say it didn’t soften her heart would be a lie.
But the moment she recalled what had happened on her body, she couldn’t control her temper.
One of the things she hated most in life was being dominated by someone else, especially in bed.
It wasn’t a physical aversion, but a psychological one.
Chu Susu just couldn’t stand it—couldn’t stand having all her senses controlled by another, losing control under their temptation.
Especially when the other person was Han Xuan, someone she’d never imagined doing this.
The elevator doors opened, and she walked out without hesitation.
This time, Han Xuan didn’t follow.
On the Bund street, a cool breeze brushed her face, the night scenery breathtaking.
Chu Susu held up her phone, Li Le’er’s face on the screen. She appeared to be lying in bed:
“What’s up, Eldest Miss? What happened? You look all depressed. Who pissed you off?”
Earlier, Li Le’er had called a group video, saying she had gossip to share, chattering away:
“Holy shit, it’s wild—my cousin’s little aunt’s boyfriend’s coworker actually went on a blind date with his long-lost brother…”
Such fun gossip, and none of them picked up!!!
Qiao Qian was out playing, Zhou Xiaoying was busy, so Li Le’er could only stare at Chu Susu’s face, rambling on before noticing her bad mood and asking.
“…Nothing.” Chu Susu gave a brief reply. “Just a bit down.”
Li Le’er: “Oh? What happened? Didn’t you go find Little Sheep? Did it not go well?”
“Sort of.” Chu Susu was vague.
The night breeze lifted a strand of hair from her forehead, contrasting her red lips. Though blurry on camera, it had a hazy beauty.
“Let me guess.” Li Le’er sat up on the bed, propping her chin casually. “You went zero for love?”
The words hit right on the mark, striking Chu Susu like lightning.
She subconsciously retorted, propping up her lack of confidence with volume. “You think that’s possible?!”
Li Le’er pouted. “I was just joking—why yell? No way, no way—did someone just get triggered?”
Her fists clenched hard.
Chu Susu smiled without mirth, calmly saying, “If you won’t use your mouth, consider donating it to someone in need.”
Her reaction made Li Le’er suspicious. Though it was fleeting, she suddenly thought—could it be…
She’d actually guessed right?
Eh, nah, probably not.
Li Le’er: “Alright, joking aside. I recently read this age-gap yuri novel about a bratty girl top x glamorous milf bottom, and I kinda projected—couldn’t help imagining Han Xuan as the top, hehe.”
Chu Susu: “…Promise me, take it easy, okay? Don’t let yourself go gay.”
It all started with her anyway.
When bored, Chu Susu read on Jinjiang’s Harmony City, that wholesome site. Li Le’er caught her once, thought it was fun, and eagerly downloaded it.
Then she was hooked, glued to the yuri section.
No more shopping bags or luxury stores—she smashed thunder for her favorite authors every day.
Li Le’er: “Hehe, but most novels have the milf top. I totally support you being the top.”
Chu Susu smiled. “Thanks.”
Li Le’er: “But seriously, what went wrong? Spill.”
Chu Susu hesitated, then said lightly, “Pretty much what you guessed. Things with Han Xuan are a no-go.”
“Huh? Why?”
“She wants to be the top.”
It was impossible for Chu Susu to say out loud what had happened. It was just too shameful.
Just thinking about it was enough to make her toes curl right there on the Huangpu River bank and dig out a seaside villa.
“Fuck!” Li Le’er’s eyes lit up. “Really?! My yuri CP came true?”
Chu Susu: Continue smiling.jpg.
She watched as Li Le’er immediately jumped up from the bed, flailing around like a total airhead:
“No way, you’re passing on Han Xuan just because of this? Please, don’t! At least let me ship it for a little while!”
“…Mm.”
To Chu Susu, a kink mismatch was a very serious issue. If they didn’t align on this, getting along in the future wouldn’t be pleasant.
Li Le’er was frantic, like an ant on a hot pan. “Think about it some more, okay? We’re all girls—can’t you really not accept being the 0? What’s the big deal?”
She spoke at lightning speed: “And think about how good Han Xuan is to you usually. She doesn’t just send you lunch every day; she even saved your life. If it weren’t for her, you might’ve been bashed to death with a stick.”
Li Le’er’s words suddenly made Chu Susu recall the moment outside the abandoned warehouse, when she had asked Han Xuan what she really was—and that hurt expression on her face.
Chu Susu abruptly felt restless and interrupted with faint impatience. “Alright, alright, Le’er. I know what I’m doing.”
After all, this was her friend’s personal business, so Li Le’er couldn’t say too much. She could only pray silently for the little lamb.
Please! Top up! Younger domme is #1 in the world!
“Hanging up first. I’ll take a walk and head back to sleep soon. Bye.”
“Mm, bye-bye.”
By the time Chu Susu returned to the hotel, it was nearly midnight.
She had strolled along the Bund for a long time and was unavoidably tired. It wasn’t until she showered in her room and emerged with wet hair that she noticed an unread WeChat message.
Han Xuan: “Can I come find you?”
Chu Susu didn’t even reply. She tossed her phone aside and started blow-drying her hair, doing her skincare routine, and prepping for bed.
Not long after, her phone buzzed again.
Han Xuan: “I’m at your door.”
Chu Susu stared at it for an extra couple seconds, then chucked it back onto the bed and ignored it.
Just like that, more than thirty minutes passed. With everything tidied up, she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
So why the hell had she brought Han Xuan back to her room?
The bedsheets still carried a faint, lingering lewd scent. Every inch bore witness to the events she refused to remember.
Chu Susu forced herself not to dwell on it. She grabbed her phone and checked it again in the darkness.
Han Xuan hadn’t sent any new messages.
After all this time, she should’ve left by now, right?
But… what if—what if she really hadn’t?
God, someone save her!
As she stewed in these thoughts, Chu Susu utterly despised herself like this—like some immature kid, flipping back and forth over nothing, unable to sleep.
She wasn’t like this normally.
Why did she have to fall into Han Xuan’s hands today, of all days?
Two minutes later, Chu Susu couldn’t take it anymore. She sprang out of bed crisply, barefoot, and headed straight for the door.
Since she cared this much, she might as well go take a peek.
Otherwise, she’d never get any sleep tonight.
Chu Susu yanked open the safety lock with grim resolve, steeling herself for an empty hallway—only for her heart to jolt the instant the door swung open.
In the brightly lit corridor stood Han Xuan in her pajamas, squatting obediently by the door and gazing over with damp, glistening eyes.
“Susu.”
She said nothing more. Her voice was so soft, it felt like a hallucination.
But that aggrieved, innocent face seemed to silently accuse her—
Why did it take you so long?
