Chapter 131: Ways to Taste Chengzi

Fu Yanxi could no longer hold back.

She had wanted to do this since earlier.

But out of consideration for Xu Qingzhou’s feelings, she hadn’t pulled Lin Ruocheng away.

Now, in this space that belonged solely to the two of them, she could no longer suppress the little devil inside her.

Especially with the other party presenting herself so proactively.

She wasn’t some saint or sage, after all.

Everyone had desires.

Once they built up over time, they became even harder to endure.

She quickly stepped forward.

Pulled her into her arms.

Kissed her, starting from the lips and gradually moving downward.

When Fu Yanxi was young, she excelled at everything she did, including art.

She got perfect scores especially in figure drawing.

There were no deductions.

She knew that sometimes charcoal was used to deepen shadows.

Other times, a pencil lightly glided over white paper.

The pressure was especially important.

This time, the grader became Lin Ruocheng, who was like a musician.

Using her voice to tell Fu Yanxi that she had once again earned a perfect score.

She was very satisfied with this painting.

Sometimes, she even became quite professional, telling her verbally where to apply more pressure.

Where to let the pencil fall lightly.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Lin Ruocheng’s eyes were wet, even her long lashes dotted with a few crystalline teardrops.

She had never seen Lin Ruocheng cry before.

But even when she cried, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

“It’s okay, can you hold on a bit longer?”

Fu Yanxi’s face was also flushed with a ring of red.

Chengzi was very beautiful, with a round, orange exterior.

But once the peel was stripped away, revealing the juicy flesh inside.

Every single segment looked utterly delicious.

Yet every time it came to eating an orange.

Lin Ruocheng would scold her.

Telling her to be careful.

At those times, her rebellious streak emerged—the more she was told not to eat the orange, the more she wanted to devour it, ignoring Lin Ruocheng’s scoldings.

In one ear and out the other.

Sometimes, she even asked her to scold louder.

She looked completely like a naughty little dog.

Fu Yanxi was always very gentle.

But it was precisely this gentleness that made Lin Ruocheng feel so satisfied.

So comfortable.

Three hours later, Lin Ruocheng couldn’t hold out any longer.

She fainted into a deep sleep.

Fu Yanxi wetted a towel and cleaned her body.

Then she began tidying up the mess.

She gathered the packed black trash bags and placed them by the door.

It seemed quite effective.

She pulled Lin Ruocheng into her arms.

Kissed the top of her head.

“You worked hard, Chengzi.”

After softly coaxing her a few times, she finally fell into a satisfied, deep sleep.

…

Xie An hadn’t drunk any alcohol; she’d been drinking water from the start.

Hot water, at that.

She carried Xu Qingzhou upstairs on her back.

Xu Qingzhou didn’t wake; she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

She pulled out her keys and opened the door.

The place she lived was in the staff housing for the dental hospital; even her parents were doctors.

She had grown accustomed to it over the years, but this apartment had been bought for her by her parents long ago as a birthday gift.

Her family was middle-class.

Not extremely wealthy, but they owned a lot of properties.

Her ancestors had been landlords, leaving behind many houses.

In recent years, with demolitions, they had received over ten buildings in compensation.

All theirs.

Even without working, the rental income alone brought in several million each year.

Xu Qingzhou showed no signs of waking.

Xie An placed her on the sofa and turned on the nightlight.

She half-squatted and helped her change out of her shoes.

Into a pair of slippers she’d prepared in advance.

Her home wasn’t large, just two rooms. To avoid any misunderstandings.

She still arranged for Xu Qingzhou to sleep in the other room.

But what about clothes?

She still had a set of pajamas that Xu Qingzhou had left at her place nine years ago.

Logically, she should help her change into them.

She usually liked wearing pajamas to sleep.

But she wasn’t a gentleman.

She might offend her.

Better not. But unfastening her bra clasp should be fine.

Her hand had just slid up along her body.

When she felt that Xu Qingzhou had grown up.

Not just in age—her size had increased compared to before.

She quickly unclasped it.

Tucked her under the blanket and left the guest room.

If she’d been even a little later, she might have devoured her.

She went to the kitchen and made some porridge in the rice cooker.

It would serve perfectly as breakfast tomorrow.

Yeah, that would do for now.

The next day, when daylight had mostly broken.

The phone charging by the bedside blared its alarm relentlessly.

Xu Qingzhou’s alarm was unique.

The sound of counting money.

Because no other alarm could wake her.

But this one never failed.

She could listen to it forever.

After waking, her head still throbbed a bit.

But… why was this place so familiar?

It was Xie An’s home.

The little home from their youthful, reckless days.

Back then, to repay her favor.

She had given herself to her. Not just once or twice, fearing she might not find someone with such skill again.

Since it was Xie An’s place, it proved Xie An had brought her back last night.

She felt a bit relieved—not picked up by some stranger.

But also a bit puzzled.

Why hadn’t she sent her home instead of bringing her here?

Walking into the tiger’s den?

Or treating her like a lamb delivered to the slaughter?

And Fu Yanxi! That little brat had plotted against her?

Betting on her cheapskate nature to drink it all, huh?

Instead of obsessing over her, she should study her girlfriend more.

Promote their happy life together.

Recalling last night’s gathering, she knew it was retaliation from Fu Yanxi.

She’d only introduced a few girls her girlfriend might collaborate with in the future—nothing more. It was normal in the industry to mentor newcomers. Wasn’t this a bit petty? Very petty.

As she sat up, her body trembled slightly.

Wait, her bra…

Damn it! Xie An, you wretch!!!

She wouldn’t have taken revenge while she was dazed, right?

But it didn’t feel like that had happened.

Still, in her current state, it was hard not to suspect.

Besides, Xie An was a good girl.

She probably wouldn’t do that.

So… last night, had she clung to her?

No way.

She wasn’t that desperate.

Though she’d had an ex-boyfriend.

They’d never been intimate. If anything counted as intimate.

It was sitting on the back of his motorcycle, clutching the edge of his shirt for safety. She had wanted a boyfriend originally, to reclaim her straight identity.

For some reason, she just didn’t click with guys.

Even intimate acts made her feel disgusted.

She didn’t know why.