Shi Sui had a moment where she thought she was dreaming. Jiang Ruoning tilted her head back in the chair, looking up at her, her teeth lightly grazing the tip of Shi Sui’s finger. Her gaze was deep and intense. Just as Shi Sui was about to lean down without hesitation and kiss those thin lips, there was a noise at the door. Footsteps approached, and Doctor Ma poked her head in from the doorway. “You can go to the next room now.”
“Got it.” Jiang Ruoning pushed Shi Sui away. Shi Sui took two steps back, and Jiang Ruoning stood up. She walked ahead and followed Doctor Ma into the so-called next room. The next room had two beds covered with medical white sheets, each with a pillow. Doctor Ma said, “Lie face down.”
Jiang Ruoning was just about to sit on the bed when Doctor Ma walked over to her side and tugged at her skirt. “You can’t pull down the neckline like this. You’ll have to take off the skirt.”
“Take… take it off?” Jiang Ruoning’s words came out haltingly, her surprise evident. Doctor Ma was startled by her tone and looked at her with an expression of amused exasperation. Jiang Ruoning blinked and looked to Shi Sui for help. Shi Sui asked the doctor, “Can we just pull the skirt down a bit?”
Doctor Ma replied, “No, that won’t work.” She pointed to the upper back. “This area needs needles too.”
Jiang Ruoning looked down at her skirt.
If she took it off…
Wouldn’t she be left in just her underwear and bra?
It wasn’t a big deal, really, but her fingers felt unusually stiff. Doctor Ma said, “No need to be shy. You’re still wearing your underwear. The last girl who came for acupuncture stripped completely and wasn’t embarrassed at all.”
Jiang Ruoning’s face flushed slightly.
Shi Sui looked at her skirt and said, “Wait a moment, Doctor Ma. I’ll go change clothes with her.”
Doctor Ma looked at the embarrassed Jiang Ruoning and chuckled helplessly. “Go ahead. The room next door is empty.”
Her clinic wasn’t large—just four or five rooms, with two beds in each. Shi Sui pulled Jiang Ruoning into the adjacent room and said, “Wear my clothes. I’ll wear your skirt. Then you can just open the shirt and lie down.”
Jiang Ruoning looked at her and asked, “Do you think I’m being too much trouble?”
Shi Sui unbuttoned her shirt. “Of course not.”
Her movements were so smooth that when Jiang Ruoning looked up, she saw the shirt undone except for one button, revealing a light-colored bra that cupped her full, perky breasts, practically spilling out.
So white.
So big.
So voluptuous.
Jiang Ruoning stared longingly.
This was exactly her favorite type of chest.
What a shame.
She didn’t have one like that.
Jiang Ruoning glanced down at her own chest and suddenly felt it was so flat.
She sighed inwardly.
Shi Sui noticed and asked puzzledly, “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Ruoning said, “Do you think if I got implants, I could get ones like yours?”
Shi Sui was stunned by the question.
Jiang Ruoning had always loved her chest.
Even before they were dating, she would “ambush” her—touch it and run. Later, when they were together, on lazy weekends in bed, Jiang Ruoning would always bury herself in Shi Sui’s embrace. Even during sex, she loved biting that red peak.
Jiang Ruoning would often tease while sucking on it, “Shi Sui, if we ever fight in the future, just let me kiss here, and I’ll forget all about being mad.”
Once, they really did fight and ignored each other for three days. That night, Shi Sui dragged Jiang Ruoning home. Along the way, Jiang Ruoning was like a feral little beast, struggling nonstop. In the elevator, she even bit Shi Sui’s hand in frustration. Shi Sui endured the pain, opened the door, pulled her into the bedroom. Jiang Ruoning sat on the bed, staring blankly at her. Without thinking, Shi Sui lifted her shirt and shoved her breast into Jiang Ruoning’s mouth.
Jiang Ruoning’s muffled protests were silenced.
She hugged herself.
Like a child.
Sucking hard…
Shi Sui suppressed the heat rising to her ears, lowered her head, her hair partially covering her cheeks. She asked Jiang Ruoning, “Do you like it?”
Jiang Ruoning didn’t catch on at first, still staring at the shape of her breasts. She nodded openly. “I like it.”
Shi Sui asked, “Want to touch it?”
Jiang Ruoning: “Huh?”
Touch… touch it?
It felt so perverted.
Who just offered their breasts like that?
This, this was too—
Jiang Ruoning was too shocked to speak.
Shi Sui grabbed her hand and placed it directly on her breast. The heat of her palm met soft skin, and Jiang Ruoning jolted like a startled bird, nearly jumping away. She tried to pull back, but Shi Sui held it in place.
The breast deformed under the pressure.
Shi Sui’s bra was soft material, and Jiang Ruoning felt a faint fragrance seeping through her fingers.
So white, so delicate, so soft.
She swallowed, glancing at Shi Sui from the corner of her eye.
Shi Sui wasn’t entirely composed either. The flush at her ears spread from her neck to her collarbone and chest.
Like shy red.
Or like deep, settled wine.
Vibrant and red.
On a whim, Jiang Ruoning asked, “Are you drunk?”
Shi Sui slowly released her hand.
Even like this, Jiang Ruoning didn’t feel a hint of familiarity?
Had she really forgotten everything?
Forgotten herself, her body, everything about her.
It was something Shi Sui had long known and accepted, but under the influence of alcohol, the suppressed emotions nearly surged like a tsunami. She looked at Jiang Ruoning, forced a smile, and said, “Maybe I really drank too much today.”
Jiang Ruoning looked up into her eyes.
Dark pupils shimmering with moisture, as if there was something she wanted to say. Just as she leaned closer, there was a knock at the door. Doctor Ma asked, “Changed yet?”
Afraid she’d come in, Jiang Ruoning quickly said, “Almost!”
She glanced at Shi Sui again.
Shi Sui lowered her eyes.
Her eyelids hid her pupils, concealing her emotions.
Just as Jiang Ruoning turned her back, Shi Sui pushed her toward the inner bed. With a swish, the curtain closed.
There was a curtain.
Then just now…
She took a deep breath.
Having a curtain wasn’t much better.
The light shone through, casting their silhouettes clearly on the fabric.
The outlines were even sharper.
Jiang Ruoning poked at the curve on the curtain fabric and heard Shi Sui ask, “Ready?”
She snapped back with an “oh” and hurriedly took off her skirt, handing it to Shi Sui. Then she took the shirt and slacks Shi Sui passed her.
They still carried Shi Sui’s body heat and scent.
Suddenly, Jiang Ruoning felt that wearing each other’s clothes was more awkward than lying bare on the bed.
But they had already changed.
Jiang Ruoning dressed quickly without overthinking, head down, face red as she walked out to the other room. Doctor Ma gestured for her to lie on the bed. Jiang Ruoning draped the shirt over her back, facing upward, with a blanket covering her waist. Shi Sui sat beside her. Just as she was about to ask if Shi Sui needed to step out to take the call, her hand was grabbed by Shi Sui.
Shi Sui answered the phone while saying to her, “Squeeze tight if it hurts.”
Jiang Ruoning wanted to calmly say “okay,” but her gaze drifted. Doctor Ma said, “Turn your face to the right.”
To the right.
Right toward Shi Sui.
Shi Sui was on the phone.
She didn’t know what brand her phone was, but it didn’t leak any sound. In the quiet room, only Shi Sui’s responses could be heard.
It was Jiang Nuan calling, telling her the dinner was over and they were heading to the next spot—KTV. She asked if Shi Sui wanted to join. Shi Sui listened with her head lowered, absentmindedly playing with Jiang Ruoning’s fingers based on Jiang Nuan’s tone.
Jiang Ruoning had felt the stinging pain on her back at first, but watching Shi Sui hook her fingers, her thumb rubbing and scraping her nails, she felt no pain at all.
Her gaze swept over Shi Sui’s face.
Shi Sui’s head was slightly bowed, brows and eyes lowered, pupils shadowed. Her nose bridge was high, cheeks still tinged with faint red—whether from alcohol or changing clothes, Jiang Ruoning thought of how Shi Sui had just grabbed her hand and put it on her chest.
Jiang Ruoning’s gaze drifted downward.
Full, round, perky. She really didn’t want to recall the feel under her hand.
But it was hard not to.
The memory was like a scent, inescapable.
It was like kneading the softest cake.
So fragrant.
So hungry.
So craving.
She wanted to take a bite.
Jiang Ruoning closed her eyes in resignation.
Admitting she was a total pervert.
Shi Sui hung up and saw a dozen thin needles stuck from Jiang Ruoning’s neck to her back. Doctor Ma, gloved, pressed her fingers on the skin and slowly inserted another needle.
Jiang Ruoning’s skin was very fair.
She used to be fair too, but not this fair. After military training, she’d gotten a bit tanned. Back then, Jiang Ruoning loved buying whitening skincare and creams online. Several times, Shi Sui came home after class to find her soaking in the tub, slathered in white cream.
That period, she smelled like milk all over.
One night, Shi Sui mentioned the scent. Jiang Ruoning giggled, “Want some milk? Call me Mommy and I’ll feed you.”
Shi Sui kept a straight face, trying to roll over and ignore her.
Jiang Ruoning wrapped around her with hands and feet like the most agile snake, boneless and clinging. Unable to take it, when Shi Sui held her and fucked her hard, Jiang Ruoning bit her ear: “Shi Sui~” Her voice rippled with each thrust, lingering in her eardrum. Undeterred, “Call me Mommy~”
Shi Sui wondered if she still had those weird habits.
She glanced sideways and saw Jiang Ruoning’s eyes tightly shut. “Does it hurt?”
Eyes closed, Jiang Ruoning suppressed the rippling thoughts. The pain was clear. Her voice was light. “A little.”
Shi Sui squeezed her hand.
Warmth spread from their palms. Doctor Ma said, “All done. Stay still like this. We’ll remove the needles in half an hour.”
Jiang Ruoning opened her eyes. Doctor Ma removed her gloves and glanced outside. Hearing movement, probably someone had arrived. She closed the door before leaving.
The room had bright incandescent lights overhead on Jiang Ruoning’s bed, stretching Shi Sui’s shadow long in the refraction. Jiang Ruoning asked, “You finished your call?”
Shi Sui nodded. “Yeah.” Before she could ask, she explained, “Work call.”
Jiang Ruoning: “Not asking you to work overtime, right?”
Shi Sui smiled faintly. Jiang Ruoning noticed that when she smiled, the corners of her eyes lifted in a small arc, making her features come alive—completely different from when she wasn’t smiling. Shi Sui said, “No overtime. They went to sing after dinner and asked if I wanted to join.”
Jiang Ruoning let out an “ah.” “Your dinner hasn’t ended?”
Shi Sui shook her head.
Jiang Ruoning: “Then how did you get here?”
Shi Sui didn’t speak, just looked at her with deep eyes. The room held only them, the surroundings oddly quiet, making Jiang Ruoning’s heartbeat erratic. Quickly, she managed a laugh. “Because of me?”
