Marrying the Short-Lived, Maniacal Eldest Miss for Good Fortune 52

Chapter 52

The night seeped into the ripples of the water.

Lin Shuxing leaned against the edge of the pool, casually picked up a rose petal floating on the foam, and blew on it.

On the floor beside her were scattered a pure white bath towel and a nail clipper. The young lady raised her fair, rosy hand, admired it for a while, and grew even more expectant of what was to come.

She had pretended not to recognize those toys and had cooperatively said she was tired.

“Is the door lock broken? Since the room is already booked, let’s go to the hotel and rest first—”

Faced with her coquetry, the woman would not refuse.

No key, a top-floor suite with a view of the river at night, and the juice and red wine that the restaurant had booked early…

Lin Shuxing drank a glass of pineapple juice, not doubting for a moment who that bottle of wine would be on tonight.

Who did Fang Yi learn these things from?

She sank a little deeper, letting her long black hair float on the surface of the water, feeling her body grow slightly hot.

When Fang Yi came in later, what expression should she greet her with?

Of course, she had to be a little shy. This was also part of the fun. But she couldn’t be too shy. Otherwise, what if Fang Yi lacked guidance and backed out?

Before she had come in to take a shower, she had seen Fang Yi dealing with that bag as if she were facing a great enemy.

For an old-fashioned person to take this step, Lin Shuxing understood her repression and shyness very well.

It was precisely this kind of restrained struggle that made it even more delicious!

Some things are meant to be broken, aren’t they?

The shackles of their agreement were finally unlocked tonight. This was a carnival that belonged only to her, to them.

Lin Shuxing imagined, if this Fang Yi, as cool as the moon, were to open her coat, and under her impeccable white shirt was a pure black lace bra, perfectly outlining the bright mountains…

She would pull her into the pool, watch her panic, and then coax her to take it off bit by bit, interrogating her strictly.

Those secrets, she wanted to hear her say them with her own mouth.

But time passed bit by bit. She waited and waited, and the constant temperature pool was getting a little cold, but Fang Yi still hadn’t come in.

Her fingers were a little wrinkled from soaking in the water for too long. Lin Shuxing unhappily pushed away the little yellow duck and secretly lamented, Was the hint I gave Fang Yi not enough?

“Don’t peek. The door isn’t closed.”

—I’m waiting for you to come in.

“Otherwise, I’ll be angry and hate you.”

—I’ll press you against the wall and bully you fiercely.

Strange. Such an obvious hint. Does she really have to say, “Fang Yi, I want to sleep with you,” for that block of wood to understand?

The young lady let out a low sigh and got up from the water.

She only wore a large bathrobe, loosely and softly covering her body. The belt, tied in a bow, was better than nothing, half-covering, half-hiding those beautiful and graceful curves.

Lin Shuxing looked in the mirror, also hiding her aggressive smile, and put on an innocent expression.

Everything was ready—

Lin Shuxing had imagined countless possibilities and walked out with a myriad of charms.

But when she pushed open the ajar door, she saw the woman lying on the table, her even breathing faintly audible.

Fang Yi was wearing that red qipao. The zipper couldn’t be pulled to the top, and a small section was stuck, revealing her long, slender neck.

She had measured her sizes with her own hands, including every inch of her curves.

Her scattered, ink-black hair made her skin look very fair, a different feeling from how she looked under the sun on a normal day.

How did she fall asleep? How did she fall asleep…

The young lady tilted her head in a daze, and amidst her rising anger, she felt that Fang Yi was the most annoying and cruel person in the world.

Hadn’t she promised to “reward” her?

While she was taking a shower inside, how could Fang Yi have fallen asleep!

The young lady bent down and carefully touched her.

With her probing, a soft, unbearable moan escaped from between Fang Yi’s lips and teeth.

“…”

So nice to listen to.

Such a magnetic, melodious, and charming voice, did it really come from this cold face, from these indifferent lips?

When a piece of ice shows a fragile crack, the ice flower will burst from the inside, crystal clear, spreading to every corner.

The young lady watched without blinking. After a long while, she finally couldn’t suppress her trembling heart. She turned the chair and slowly sat down behind the woman.

She was asleep, so she could only take it herself.

Lin Shuxing turned on her phone’s recording, placed it at a distance that was not too close and not too far, and gently explored the syllables of varying lengths.

If you’ve ever played the game of tapping water glasses to make a scale, you’ll find that the principle of sound vibration is so similar.

The sound of a light tap is short and crisp. The sound of rubbing the rim of the cup is low and slow, accompanied by slightly leaping ripples.

If you accidentally use too much force, the pitch will rise, with a suppressed tremor.

“Hm?”

Fang Yi opened her eyes, her voice a little hoarse. The young lady’s hand hadn’t had time to withdraw.

Meeting the woman’s surprised and retreating gaze, Lin Shuxing was the first to hug her arm, shaking it preemptively, and said softly:

“I missed you so much.”

“You came so late. I thought you wouldn’t come…”

The young lady knew very well what her advantages were. At this moment, she raised a face so beautiful it was dizzying, bit her lip, and squeezed out a few tears:

“You promised me, I could play however I wanted.”

Her voice grew softer and softer, but her gaze grew more and more wanton, like balls of fire, instantly igniting on Fang Yi’s body.

Fang Yi looked at the girl half-sitting on her. Although her fingertips were still very unrestrained, her eyes, which were good at lying, were clearly filled with grievance.

She had already refused her many times.

And… she didn’t seem to have a legitimate reason to refuse her anymore.

One step past the college entrance exam, although still a child, the burden on her shoulders had been lightly lifted.

No matter the result, no matter the future, they should enjoy a whole blooming summer.

It had only been a few days since they had seen each other, but the young lady seemed to have changed a lot.

It was as if she had secretly matured one night, from a green fruit to a delicious red, faintly exuding a sweet cherry fragrance.

After shedding that pale, sickly undertone, her youthful spirit was even stronger, flowing out from her sparkling eyes without any concealment.

Vibrant, cute, she was summer itself.

So full of life.

Fang Yi’s lips trembled. For some reason, her lips felt very dry, and the place the young lady had just touched was very hot.

The central air conditioning was at 23 degrees. The crystal-clear wine glass by her hand was half-filled with red wine, exuding a slightly intoxicating aroma. The back of the swivel chair was pressed down low.

Fang Yi averted her gaze, her thumb hooking the corner of her clothes, trying her best to make her voice sound light and breezy.

She met the young lady’s exhaled breath, nodded slightly, and squeezed out a syllable from her throat.

“Alright.”

Some things couldn’t be said explicitly. They were too hot and would burn the tongue. They could only float obscurely in the night with the moonlight.

She had acquiesced to her bold actions, preparing to fulfill a casually mentioned promise.

The young lady blinked, bent down, and the teardrops on her dark eyelashes rolled down, dripping on Fang Yi’s hot skin.

Her bad mood, which she thought she had hidden well, was clearly hanging between her lips and teeth. That little bit of clumsy acting was almost transparent in the eyes of an older person.

Fang Yi knew very well what she was doing, although her thoughts were in a mess, with a bit of turbulent electric waves.

But she didn’t want to attribute this loss of control to being drunk.

After all, that glass of wine, she hadn’t touched a single drop.

If she had to find a culprit for this chaos, it was probably the little bit of baseness leaping in her heart.

She had experienced the youth of eighteen twice. She naturally knew that it was driven by hormonal impulses.

Young people can recklessly explore, fail, and fall into new things they have never tried.

But this passion had long since settled into a sigh in Fang Yi.

She just… also wanted to embrace her.

She wanted her beautiful eyes to only reflect her own shadow. She wanted the tears in her eyes to no longer be because of sadness. She wanted her to call her name over and over again.

She wanted her, purely wanted her.

The clumsy disguise collided with the unspeakable baseness, both thinking they had hidden it well.

She kissed her lips, tasted her youth, and willingly sank into depravity while sober.

So fragrant, so soft, incredibly wonderful.

Fang Yi’s fingertips slowly caressed the young lady’s soft hair.

She remembered a sulfuric acid rain under a dim sky. It had drizzled for three or four days, and the muddy water meandered through the broken walls. In this hard-won rest, her teammates had cooked hot pot. The surface of the water bubbled and soon boiled.

She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the rain.

She hoped it would end soon, but also hoped it could last a little longer.

The young lady wrapped her arms around Fang Yi’s neck, her eyes sparkling. She asked softly, “Fang Yi, am I your first?”

She had investigated Fang Yi’s past thoroughly, but she wanted to hear her say it with her own mouth.

“Yes…”

Getting a satisfactory answer, the young lady’s eyes curved, and she confirmed bit by bit, “Is this your first kiss?”

“Yes,” Fang Yi replied shortly.

She subconsciously wanted to touch her nose, but her wrist was held by the young lady. “Is this also the first time?”

“…”

Fang Yi looked straight at Lin Shuxing’s wicked smile, paused, and was well aware of her little playful thoughts.

“Yes, you are my first love.”

“The first kiss, the first time holding hands, and you, holding me like this, is also the first time.”

Except for the blush on her cheeks, her expression didn’t change much, even with her thin lips slightly pursed, saying such chaste words with a face that could give a speech on stage.

It was really—

Too against the rules!

Lin Shuxing really wanted to bite her, to chew up all her calmness, and then swallow it viciously.

“I will be responsible for you, my dear first love.” She smiled and buried her face in Fang Yi’s cascading hair, her soft laughter brushing past her earlobe.

“And I will take your, many, many firsts…”

At this point, the woman was a little hesitant. Reason flashed in her dark eyes again and again. She still gently pushed the young lady away and said in a hoarse voice, “Some things are perhaps still too early for you.”

But people are always greedy.

Starting with a kiss, it was destined not to end with a kiss.

Lin Shuxing’s dictionary was full of “pushing one’s luck.” She was completely unaware of the danger suppressed under Fang Yi’s tense hands.

The young lady laughed, and rustling peach blossoms bloomed from her lips.

“Early? I just like to cross the spring ford, to enjoy the world early.”

“Don’t you want to, Fang Yi? Then why are your hands trembling?”

“Here…”

The veins on the back of Fang Yi’s hands bulged slightly, winding into a mountain that sealed her nature.

She looked at the young lady’s affectionate face magnify before her. Just a kiss, a light tease, and it had easily pried open the secrets of the entire summer night.

Fang Yi really wanted to look away. She could clearly feel that she was about to lose control. She could even see a misty black spreading before her eyes, bit by bit gnawing at her remaining reason.

But Lin Shuxing only saw her restraint and mistakenly thought that anything was really okay.

She didn’t even have the slightest intention of suppressing her, as if she were certain that she would obediently surrender.

Fang Yi’s fingers on the bedsheet tightened bit by bit. She thought with some despair, she seemed to… really think of her as a wooden-headed saint.

Lin Shuxing’s gaze searched the room, and she asked with dissatisfaction, “Where did you put the toys?”

“…”

Fang Yi did not answer.

She didn’t like to try new things, let alone a cold toy that stood between them.

Seeing Fang Yi’s deliberately cold, stern face, the young lady’s throat trembled, and a long, narrow smile appeared on her lips.

There were only a few places in the suite where things could be hidden. She got up and easily found the backpack strap hanging high in the cabinet.

It was just that she couldn’t reach it.

The woman behind her let out a soft huff from her nose, with a meaningful smile, and then stopped before the young lady could look over angrily.

She seemed to have expected this.

Damn it!

Originally, Lin Shuxing had just wanted to add to the fun. Being laughed at by Fang Yi like this, she suddenly and subtly connected it with her dignity.

The young lady put on a straight face, stepped on a low chair, stood on her tiptoes, and leaned over to pull.

Seeing half of Lin Shuxing’s body hanging outside, Fang Yi quickly propped herself up and reached out to catch her, scolding in a low voice, “Don’t move.”

The chair tilted to one side. Fang Yi’s warm hand had already wrapped around the young lady’s waist, and Lin Shuxing, biting her lip, unwilling to give up, went a little further—

Swish.

The open backpack was pulled, and the colorful toys inside fell down like a sky full of candy.

Fang Yi’s eyes darkened. Just as the young lady was about to lose her balance and fall, she caught her by the waist.

Lin Shuxing had long bet that she would catch her and was completely reckless.

But in the moment of being suspended in the air, her heart still couldn’t help but accelerate, and then she was forced to crash into a soft embrace.

Her cheek was pressed into that slender hand, and she felt the woman’s cool voice brush past her ear.

Fang Yi’s voice was a little hoarse, mixed with an indescribable charm and a sense of pressure:

“You don’t need that kind of thing. With me, isn’t it enough…”

After she finished, she turned her blushing face away in embarrassment, but the strength in her hands did not loosen at all. Instead, it tightened.

That pair of hands, as green as bamboo shoots, slid inch by inch over the pure white, flawless snowfield, giving birth to a damp spring.

Exceptionally tingling, itching to the point of pain. A wave of warmth drilled into her bone marrow, triggering a shiver.

With me, isn’t it enough?