There was her looking confident and radiant in full makeup for a hosting competition; there was her standing before a snowy mountain during a trip, her face red from the cold but her smile burning bright; and there was a rare one of her looking disheveled, her face covered in cake after being pranked.
“No laughing at how vain I am.”
Seeing Xu Yinian staring blankly, Qin Jiashu gave her a doting tap on the head.
She loved herself, and she loved herself most of all.
She was the polar opposite of the insecure, introverted Xu Yinian—the very image of what Yinian had always yearned to be.
Xu Yinian’s light was tiny, like a flickering match that could be smothered or extinguished if one wasn’t careful.
Yet, she was still in the habit of trying hard to give a little warmth—however weak—to those who were good to her or needed her.
In her various relationships, she was rarely the one receiving light and warmth.
When faced with a true sun, she would shrink back in shame. But now, she actually began to feel a sense of… longing.
“…You’re very… beautiful.”
Those words, nearly identical to their first meeting, triggered Qin Jiashu’s memory.
Back then, it had just been a dark ulterior motive to get close to Ji Yan’s roommate.
But the young girl had foolishly cherished that crumb of attention like a treasure, bracing herself to cater to her, wishing she could give everything she owned to Qin Jiashu.
Qin Jiashu had spent a long time drifting through the insincerity of the dating world, but she was more sober than anyone: she knew that what she felt for others was a desire to dominate or an addiction, but never love.
In a single instant, one can suddenly grow tired of the game of conquest.
You just want a girl like that.
A girl who is used to hiding everything about herself, but will only smile softly and obediently for you.
A girl who is poor with words and stutters with shyness, but will rack her brain just to find a way to praise you until she’s too embarrassed to utter another soft syllable.
A girl who, just because you helped her with one insignificant little thing, will depend on you entirely and look up to you as if you were her savior.
You want to possess her.
You want all those beautiful things that only you can see to belong to you alone.
Only at this moment did Qin Jiashu realize that love has nothing to do with anything else; it is simply a wish like this.
Qin Jiashu, who had never loved anyone but herself, felt the urge to share her private territory for the first time—
She wanted to see that girl’s figure on her photo wall.
“Junior Sister, can you do me one more favor?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, you know I love sharing things on my social feed. When I was in a relationship before, I’d post photos and show off my partner frequently. I want you to help me take a few photos to post. Otherwise, she’ll definitely get suspicious.”
Xu Yinian, who thought she could leave after waiting a while, froze completely.
S-she wants to post on Moments?
What if other people see it and take it seriously?
How is that any different from a real relationship announcement?!
“A-ah? But…”
As soon as Xu Yinian opened her mouth, Qin Jiashu knew what she was going to say. Her voice carried the joy of teasing Yinian; she had clearly, wickedly, withheld the details on purpose.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be set to ‘Only Visible to Zhang Yi.'”
Xu Yinian never took photos, let alone couple photos. Although she had agreed, she knew nothing about how to do it and could only leave herself at the other’s mercy.
Qin Jiashu took off her coat and set the camera on a cabinet.
Wearing a tight black sweater and a studded leather skirt, she sat down on the sofa, leaning back lazily as if she had no bones, and hooked her finger at Yinian.
“Lie across my lap. That way, your face won’t be in the shot.”
Xu Yinian’s neck had flared up with allergies yesterday, so she had changed into a wide-collared shirt.
She was still wearing an oversized white sweater. Originally it was mid-length, but because the size was too big, it only just covered the essential areas.
Since she had a long coat to cover her earlier, she hadn’t worn trousers or a skirt, only her base layers.
Now that her coat was off, she felt a bit constrained and tried to tug the sweater down.
But in taking care of the bottom, she neglected the top. Her upper body became exceptionally eye-catching as the collar slid down quite a bit.
“Trying to seduce your Senior Sister, are we?”
Qin Jiashu was being improper again, her wicked smile masking the genuine desire in her fox eyes.
“I-I’m not taking the photo anymore…” Xu Yinian protested in a small voice.
“Baby, I was wrong, okay?” Qin Jiashu apologized lightning-fast.
But that “baby” sent a fresh wave of blood to Xu Yinian’s cheeks. She couldn’t find a single word to refute this rogue.
Xu Yinian turned to flee, but then she heard Qin Jiashu pull out her trademark “had to” excuse.
“Look, isn’t the ‘couple atmosphere’ already there? It was a necessary mistake.”
How could Xu Yinian ever win against the old fox? After struggling for a long time, she eventually lay down on the sofa with a muffled groan.
Her whole body was stiff, looking like she was being held hostage.
The next second, Qin Jiashu’s finger hooked under her chin, forcing Xu Yinian to prop herself up and look up at her.
The camera on the table made a crisp click.
Without even needing to walk over, the photo was sent to her phone via Bluetooth. Qin Jiashu gave Yinian’s chin a rewarding pat before letting go to check the results.
In the photo, the slender girl lay across her lap, appearing as though she had no bones. The oversized lounge sweater was loose and draped, dipping at the waist in an indescribably alluring way.
Her chin was tilted up, forcing her to look up blankly, showing only her smooth black hair and a hazy, porcelain cheek.
The contrast with Qin Jiashu’s “mature-style” black outfit was full of tension. Qin Jiashu narrowed her fox eyes*; she was feeling a bit hungry.
As Qin Jiashu’s gaze drifted to the bottom of the photo, she suddenly spotted a familiar box near Xu Yinian’s ankle.
That thing used on fingers…
Her expression froze. She had used that last night and left it there!
The girl on her lap hadn’t noticed at all.
No… even if she did see it, she definitely wouldn’t recognize what it was.
But the presence of that object cast a layer of raw desire over the photo and their relationship.
Qin Jiashu didn’t pull away. Instead, she remained perfectly composed, clearly intending to keep the camera rolling.
Xu Yinian had been tilting her face up, her entire body wound tight with tension. Now that her strength had finally failed her, she tried to retreat, only for her body to betray her. She sank back, landing heavily against the other woman’s lap.
“And what’s the ‘unavoidable’ excuse this time?”
Hearing that teasing lilt, Xu Yinian scrambled to get up. In her flustered haste, her loose sweater caught on one of the metal rivets on her skirt.
The wide neckline was jerked sharply downward, exposing the pale, cream-colored skin beneath.
Qin Jiashu’s gaze suddenly froze. There, marking the delicate curve of a slender collarbone, was a vivid crimson stain.
She knew exactly what it was—better than anyone.
It was a hickey.
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