Chapter 71: Intrusion Part 1

Shen Ruoshuang knew exactly how much Xu Yinian craved her right now, yet she chose to keep her dangling. It was as if she had finally found the perfect lever, waving a treat in front of a starving cat. Until Yinian took the initiative to exhaust every effort and beg for her, Shen Ruoshuang would not let her off easily.

However, Shen Ruoshuang hadn’t expected that beyond that shocking admission of “wanting” her, a drunken Xu Yinian would be quite this audacious.

Shen Ruoshuang was nearly driven to a cold laugh by the words of this “scumbag” girl—innocent and unaware, yet naturally cruel. Did the girl even know what she was saying? One moment she was whispering dangerous, flirtatious words; the next, because she couldn’t get what she wanted immediately, she greedily declared she would go find someone else.

Even if it was just a petulant outburst, Yinian certainly knew how to step on a landmine with surgical precision. In an instant, jealousy surged through Shen Ruoshuang’s heart like a tsunamic wave.

Before Xu Yinian could even utter that loathsome name, Shen Ruoshuang did exactly as she wished and broke her own restraint. But the consequences of that would no longer be up to Xu Yinian to decide.

Xu Yinian found it nearly impossible to think. Teeth grazed the tip of her ear, sometimes grinding softly, only to bite down the next second in a punishing nip. Wet warmth mingled with hot breath, wreaking havoc across the sensitive skin of her ear.

At that moment, the sensation of being dominated erupted, flooding her consciousness and drowning out all her confusion. It should have been uncomfortable, yet she… she loved it beyond measure. She was sinking into it, craving more.

Shen Ruoshuang’s dark, fathomless eyes stared intensely at the girl arching her neck in her arms. Yinian couldn’t squeeze out a single word; her slender, ivory neck—taut like a swan’s—trembled slightly. Her translucent pink lips were parted, and at such close range, the heavy, ragged sighs she drew because of Shen Ruoshuang were impossible to hide.

She had the audacity to say she’d find another woman right in front of me. This “lapse” in restraint certainly wasn’t meant to be a simple favor to her.

Shen Ruoshuang’s movements stopped abruptly. She lifted her chin with an air of cold elegance, pulling away from Yinian’s cheek. Compared to the surrounding atmosphere of intoxicating desire, her voice was calm and self-possessed—a jarring contrast.

“Weren’t you going to find Qin Jiashu? Why are you melting into me with such pleasure then?”

“Are you so unselective that anyone can satisfy you?”

Even in a moment like this, Shen Ruoshuang reined in her overbearing aura because of Yinian’s earlier tearful complaint of “stop being mean to me.” But by the end of her sentence, there was a faint, resentful edge to her tone, as if she were speaking through gritted teeth.

If she could, Shen Ruoshuang would have loved to take Xu Yinian right here and now, to show her exactly what true “satisfaction” and “pleasure” felt like.

Yinian had been drifting on a tide of unpredictable touches, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but the sudden disappearance of that sensation felt like falling from the clouds.

With her face still tilted up, Yinian’s hooded eyes fluttered open. From this low angle, looking up at the other woman, it was as if she were gazing at her entire world.

Shen Ruoshuang quietly admired this submissive gaze—a gaze that held nothing but her. Beneath her rippleless expression lay a silent, pounding throb of her heart. It wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted more; she wanted Xu Yinian to know exactly who her only choice and only reliance was.

Whether sober or drunk, she never wanted to hear any more “disobedient” talk about finding other women for relief.

“Are you still going to look for Qin Jiashu?”

In the wake of that sudden emptiness, Xu Yinian’s mind cleared for a fleeting second. At the very least, after meeting those Peach Blossom Eyes that looked ready to devour her whole, her inner cowardice finally caught up. She didn’t dare breathe another word of rebellion.

“No… not going…”

Xu Yinian’s voice was soft, cautious, and subservient, devoid of the spite she had shown when mentioning Qin Jiashu.

But Shen Ruoshuang wouldn’t let her off. She let out a soft chuckle, her words dripping with ambiguity. “How could you not go?”

Yinian felt a sense of foreboding at that tone, sensing the other woman move. Thinking Shen Ruoshuang was about to heartlessly shove her off, Yinian instinctively clutched the other’s sleeves.

That small gesture of pleading did nothing to change Shen Ruoshuang’s mind. As Shen Ruoshuang stood up, Yinian felt herself sliding weakly from the other’s shoulder and lap.

“Your legs are already soft in my arms, and you still want to find Qin Jiashu?”

“Or should I carry you there myself?”

The next second, before Yinian could react, Shen Ruoshuang scooped her up. One hand slid behind her waist to support her back, while the other hooked under her knees.

She was lifted into a princess carry. The sudden weightlessness and the feeling of being suspended in mid-air caused Yinian to let out a sharp gasp, the fright even jolting her slightly out of her stupor.

It was her first time being held like this, and… and by a girl as slender as Shen Ruoshuang. For some reason, her muddled brain recalled a detail: Isn’t Shen Ruoshuang supposed to be the Protagonist-bottom in the original book? Where did she get this kind of strength?

Yinian didn’t even care what Shen Ruoshuang was saying anymore. Her entire body was stiff as a board; she didn’t dare move an inch, terrified that the other woman wouldn’t be able to hold her weight.

“No… this won’t work… I’m going to fall. P-Put me down!”

Shen Ruoshuang asked, knowingly playing the fool, “Never been carried before? You don’t even know how to lean into my chest or wrap your arms around my neck?”

The girl in her arms was tiny and slender, feeling light as a feather. She was paralyzed with a panic that suggested a total lack of experience. This helplessness pleased Shen Ruoshuang; no matter how aggravating the girl’s words were, this was the first time she had ever been held by someone.

Dazed and terrified, Yinian could only do as she was told, shrinking inward to lean against Shen Ruoshuang. She timidly reached out, wrapping her arms around that long, cool, pale neck. The burning contact made her sense of reliance peak, and she involuntarily clung tighter and tighter.

Before the flutter in her heart could settle, Shen Ruoshuang moved, carrying her toward the door.