Chapter 40: Until Yun City Snows, Meet Me Too Part 2

The words lacked warmth, but the lips were soft and heated, and their bodies responded honestly. The shallow kiss deepened until their breaths grew ragged, and Mu Shanyi pulled away, interrupting it.

“Baby, I need to take a call.”

Only then did Miao Zhu hear Mu Shanyi’s phone ring. Mu Shanyi pecked her lips tenderly a few more times before letting go, walked to the sofa, fished the phone from her coat pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and answered fluidly: “Simiao.”

…Zheng Simiao?

Miao Zhu leaned back against the glass window. The cold pane pressed into her back, the chill seeping into her bones, while Mu Shanyi’s calm, warm voice flowed through the room.

“I’ve arrived at the hotel. The snow’s not heavy yet; it won’t affect the roads.”

“Next weekend? Next weekend might not work for me, but I’ll try.”

“Good night to you too.”

Mu Shanyi finished the call and stood there fiddling with her phone.

Miao Zhu stared at Mu Shanyi’s back. So Mu Shanyi and Zheng Simiao were already that close—reporting itineraries, adjusting schedules to meet, saying good night…

Even after repeatedly telling herself not to be possessive of Mu Shanyi, Miao Zhu couldn’t help it: “We agreed that when I’m by your side, I’ll focus and avoid contact with anyone else… You shouldn’t either.”

Mu Shanyi’s fingertip hovered over the screen. This “anyone” referred to specific people under certain conditions, like Xingran to Miao Zhu—they both knew that.

Did Miao Zhu think Zheng Simiao fell into that category too?

“Work doesn’t count?” Mu Shanyi stepped back and showed Miao Zhu her messages. “It’s just work.”

The screen showed the chat with Min Assistant, concise dialogue with fragments catching Miao Zhu’s eye.

“President Zheng,” “Wellness Complex,” “schedule”…

Miao Zhu paused: “You’re discussing a project with Sis Simiao?”

“And Li Baozhu.” Mu Shanyi countered: “What did you think?”

“Dating, you two match perfectly.” Miao Zhu forced a casual smile. Mu Shanyi and Zheng Simiao could even collaborate on business; they suited each other in every way.

Mu Shanyi laughed too, but it was out of exasperation at Miao Zhu’s attitude. She played along: “Really? How perfect?”

Miao Zhu’s gaze dropped to the carpet pattern nearby. She’d started the topic, but now she couldn’t utter a word.

Mu Shanyi waited: “Cat got your tongue?”

Miao Zhu sidestepped: “You won’t honor that agreement?”

Her beautiful face was calm, but that calm was too fragile, as if one more word from Mu Shanyi would shatter the mask.

Mu Shanyi caressed her face, silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly: “Baby, all my free time is with you. I don’t have energy for anyone else. With Zheng Simiao, it’s just business.”

Miao Zhu wondered if she’d misheard. She perked up her ears—Mu Shanyi was indeed clarifying: “Not the matchmaking you think. At least, neither she nor I intend that.”

Mu Shanyi’s expression was utterly sincere, not a hint of lying.

“I thought…” Miao Zhu hadn’t expected an explanation. If Mu Shanyi and Zheng Simiao had no further intentions, what were all her recent tantrums…?

Nitpicking, making a fuss over nothing…

“What? That she and I would have a story?” Mu Shanyi voiced her inner thoughts.

Miao Zhu’s face burned; she had no rebuttal.

Mu Shanyi softened her tone: “Baby, can I take this to mean you were mad at me over this?”

“Don’t say it…” Miao Zhu pleaded in shy annoyance. “I misunderstood, Sister A-Heng. Let’s never fight again, okay?”

Mu Shanyi cupped Miao Zhu’s face, staring into her eyes: “Since it was a misunderstanding, as compensation—when you’re with Xingran, you won’t ignore me anymore, right?”

After all the awkwardness, Miao Zhu just wanted to make up. She nodded eagerly.

Snow filled the sky, blanketing streets and alleys in pure white frost.

In the hotel bedroom a hundred meters up, Miao Zhu collapsed onto the pillow, panting.

The ambient lights were on, just enough glow for her and Mu Shanyi to see each other’s expressions and reactions.

Mu Shanyi’s lips glistened with moisture, her fingers still tracing shapes on Miao Zhu.

“…You bit me last night.” Miao Zhu’s accusation amid the haze sounded more like coquetry.

“You bit me too.” Mu Shanyi’s fingertip slowly sank in.

Miao Zhu gasped, still defending herself: “I didn’t… mean it like that!”

“What did you think I meant?” Mu Shanyi made her look at the other wrist. “Forgot?”

It was from the camping bite.

That day had been excessive; no defense now. Miao Zhu cradled Mu Shanyi’s arm to her chest, looked at her, and lightly licked the mark with her tongue.

The air between them was thick with humidity.

Miao Zhu gradually let out soft moans.

Mu Shanyi involuntarily withdrew her hand, held it before Miao Zhu’s eyes, two fingers together parting.

A thread pulled between them.

Miao Zhu’s chest burned and swelled at the sight: “You said… all your free time…”

“Mm~” A simple rising tone.

Reunited slickly, Mu Shanyi pressed close to Miao Zhu’s lips, breaths mingling: “Is yours.”

Self-deception or whatever, Zheng Simiao was just the trigger. The real issue was Mu Shanyi’s lack of true feelings for her.

But this was fine—for now, she needed these false sweet words.

Heat built from within; she couldn’t resist anymore.

“Mu Shanyi, no more…” Miao Zhu helplessly arched her face, a taut curve from chin to neck.

Mu Shanyi pulled back slightly and saw Miao Zhu’s face flushed red, fine sweat dampening her hair, sticking to her forehead and cheeks, brows furrowed tight, trembling hard.

“Can’t stop now?” Mu Shanyi knew her reactions well. She pinned Miao Zhu’s shoulders, ragged breath grazing her lip corner, voice husky: “Welcoming me this much—you really want to stop?”

Miao Zhu’s dark, lustrous eyes grew increasingly hazy. Mu Shanyi knew exactly how to make her lose her mind in passion.

She raised her chin and actively chased after Mu Shanyi’s kisses. Her soft abdomen heaved dramatically before she suddenly grabbed Mu Shanyi’s forearm, dragging out a sobbing plea: “…Don’t… don’t move… don’t go out…”

Mu Shanyi captured her lower lip, and Miao Zhu completely surrendered herself, bursting into an uncontrolled scream.

A long while later, Mu Shanyi gazed at Miao Zhu beneath her, whose pupils were unfocused, and couldn’t resist kissing her again. “When are you going to let me out of your blacklist?”

Miao Zhu’s throat bobbed. Physiologically and psychologically claimed in tandem, an intense throbbing crushed her without mercy. She had only one thought: she wanted to possess Mu Shanyi, wanted to melt together with her forever and ever.

“…Not enough yet.”

…

She really shouldn’t have said that. That night devolved into utter debauchery. Miao Zhu was so exhausted she nearly failed to get up the next day and barely made it onto the orchestra’s shuttle bus in time.

The city had begun clearing snow at dawn. By the time the sky lightened, the snowfall had tapered off. The main roads glistened wetly, while sanitation workers carted away the snow piled along the curbs.

The stark temperature difference between inside and outside the bus left the windows fogged with condensation. Outside was a vast white haze, everything blurred.

Miao Zhu wiped a clear patch and peered across the street through the glass.

A gleaming black sedan sat parked there.

“She’s in that car?” Jiang Jingjing craned her neck, leaning over from the back seat.

Miao Zhu gave a soft “Mm.” Just like every time before—a fleeting connection, parting after the pleasure. Her body had found brief satisfaction, but her inner world felt empty and barren.

Her phone buzzed faintly, and a new message popped up on the screen.

【[Heart]: Even when it snows in Cloud City, meet me.】