Xu Yinian sensed Qin Jiashu’s gaze and froze. She looked down in confusion, but from her perspective, she could only see her loose collar stretched out of shape. She couldn’t actually see her own collarbone.
Panicked, she quickly yanked the collar back up, her fingers gripping the wool of her sweater so hard her knuckles turned white.
Right then, a shadow loomed over her. Xu Yinian looked up blankly, only to have the warmth of another person break through her neckline before she could react.
“Senior—”
The rejection died in her throat.
Qin Jiashu’s fingertips brushed against her collarbone, tracing a specific spot with a strangely heavy pressure. The sensation and the location overlapped perfectly with a memory from the night before, creating a jarring contrast between icy chills and burning heat.
“…Who did this?”
The playfulness in Qin Jiashu’s voice was vanishing.
Among her many ridiculous ex-girlfriends, she’d certainly dealt with cheaters before. Although Qin Jiashu treated life like a game, she found those people “dirty.” She never let it get to her; she would just smile, dump them, and then find a way to get even.
But right now, seeing that glaring crimson mark made her eyes burn with a mixture of fury and a sharp, stinging bitterness.
She had been thinking about how those other “crazies” hadn’t managed to get a taste of Niannian yet, and here was a hickey practically slapped across the girl’s skin. Who knew if they had stopped at just a kiss?
It was like a predator watching a piece of prey she had stalked for a long time being snatched and tasted by someone else. How could she not be furious? She was absolutely seething.
Yet Xu Yinian remained a total mute gourd. The girl was better at hiding things than anyone, staying silent and refusing to say a word. Qin Jiashu worried that one day Niannian would be tricked into someone’s bed and still try to help them cover it up.
As she heard the question, Xu Yinian’s face turned pale. A realization struck her.
Last night, Shen Ruoshuang had thoroughly exhausted her. Besides the silk ribbons tied around her waist and thighs, the woman had stubbornly forced her to admit that the butterfly knots she tied were more beautiful than Ji Yan’s. Shen Ruoshuang had followed through on her promise to “do it all” and “get used to it by doing it more.”
When Xu Yinian had finally seen Shen Ruoshuang off this morning, she had hidden behind her bed curtains to check herself. She hadn’t seen any marks…
Or rather, she realized now that Shen Ruoshuang knew she would check. The woman had intentionally left her marks in places Yinian couldn’t easily see.
Her collarbone, her shoulders, her lower back… those seemed to be the only places Shen Ruoshuang had lingered.
In other words, what Qin Jiashu was looking at was a genuine mark left by Shen Ruoshuang the night before.
The misunderstanding about the “allergy” yesterday had already sent Xu Yinian into a tailspin. Now that she had been caught with a real “strawberry,” she was completely paralyzed, unable to even think of a lie.
“Shen Ruoshuang?”
Seeing her silence, Qin Jiashu narrowed her eyes. She read the correct answer clearly on Xu Yinian’s panicked face.
She suddenly remembered that with Bai Ran gone, there was no one left in the dorm to keep Shen Ruoshuang in check. No wonder the woman had been bold enough to crawl into Niannian’s bed.
How can love exist without the desire for total possession?
Qin Jiashu’s current state was a far cry from her usual aloof, “it’s all a game” attitude. However, the “Fox” eventually suppressed her internal loss of composure.
Technically, she was only playing the role of a fake girlfriend. She didn’t even have the standing to interrogate her. The priority now was figuring out how to profit from this discovery while preventing Shen Ruoshuang from continuing to “climb the bed” just because she was physically close.
“Do you like Shen Ruoshuang?”
Qin Jiashu’s emotions seemed perfectly stable now. Her voice was warm and gentle, showing no trace of the breakdown she had just felt.
The question hit Xu Yinian like a thunderclap. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but then she remembered Shen Yi’s interference and the obstacles standing between them. The small spark of hope was instantly extinguished.
Xu Yinian finally responded, but only by shaking her head vigorously. “No… no…”
The tension in Qin Jiashu’s brows relaxed slightly. “Then why did you let her kiss you there? Did she force you?”
The intent to smear Shen Ruoshuang’s character was woven into her leading question.
Xu Yinian shook her head even faster. “It was… an allergy on my neck. I scratch it in my sleep, so she was just taking care of—”
Even now, Xu Yinian instinctively tried to protect Shen Ruoshuang, unaware that her words were only adding fuel to the Shura Field fire.
Qin Jiashu almost laughed in frustration. She stared at Xu Yinian, her gaze deepening. “Taking care of you like this?”
As she spoke, her fingers hooked into the edge of the collar, slowly reclaiming territory from Xu Yinian’s own hand. With a gentle tug, the sweater slipped off one shoulder. Qin Jiashu leaned down, her lips pressing squarely over the existing mark.
Terrified, Xu Yinian tried to shrink back, but the woman’s hand brushed over her waist. A sudden wave of weakness washed through her, and she lost all her strength.
Qin Jiashu didn’t pull away immediately. She looked up, her tongue darting out to lick her lips with an insatiable, seductive grace. “If Shen Ruoshuang can do it, Senior Sister can too, right?”
Xu Yinian truly wanted to cry but had no tears. She realized she had dug a massive hole for herself. Since she had just insisted it wasn’t “forced,” she had no choice but to swallow this bitter fruit.
On the sofa, the “photo shoot” had evolved into a tangle of bodies.
Using the “Senior Sister can do it too” leverage, Qin Jiashu patiently checked every inch of Xu Yinian’s body for any marks left by her predecessor. Whenever she found one, her gentle, child-coaxing demeanor vanished, replaced by an aggressive, demanding hunger.
Even though the positions and actions were similar, the difference in habits and pressure between this and the previous night was becoming glaringly obvious to Xu Yinian.
The sounds she had been too afraid to make in front of Ji Yan the night before now spilled out uncontrollably.
“It seems Shen Ruoshuang didn’t make Baby feel good enough. Otherwise, why would you be making such sounds for me?”
What Xu Yinian found most unbearable were these shameless words. Qin Jiashu knew “Baby” got a reaction out of her, so she said it with more affection each time.
Whether it was her words or her “technique,” she was incredibly skilled. The occasional sound of the camera’s automatic shutter only added to the intensity.
Xu Yinian had no strength left. She was completely helpless in the face of this fragrant, overwhelming presence. She suddenly recalled her first radio drama audition, when Qin Jiashu had easily reduced her to this state under a table in front of everyone. Her attempts to refuse were lost in soft, helpless moans.
“A gift of thanks is only natural. Since you won’t let me cook, I have to serve Baby well. Don’t worry, I’m not as bad as Shen Ruoshuang. I’ll leave my marks right over hers. Our ‘affair’ won’t be discovered.”
Finally, looking at Xu Yinian—who was gasping for air like a fish out of water while slumped against her knees—Qin Jiashu dropped one last remark.
In reality, her fox eyes narrowed. Won’t be discovered?
She idly stroked Xu Yinian’s hair while simultaneously “burning the bridge” by sending a photo of the hickey to Ji Yan.
[Bai Ran is gone. If you don’t stay in the dorm, aren’t you just waiting for someone to steal your home base?]
The “bad woman” had finished her meal and never said she wouldn’t tell anyone else. How could she let Shen Ruoshuang keep crawling into that bed? Let the two of them fight it out.
Without waiting for a reply, she selected a few photos of their intimacy on the sofa—carefully ensuring Xu Yinian’s face wasn’t visible—and posted them to her Moments with the caption: [Baby].
She didn’t make it visible only to Zhang Yi. Instead, she posted it to her usual public circle of friends, though she cautiously excluded anyone directly connected to her rivals. In the background of a few photos, the “little box” was clearly visible.
Qin Jiashu’s intentions were clear.
Sure enough, the comments section was immediately flooded with question marks.
[WTF, is this an official announcement?!]
[Sister Qin’s taste has changed… wait, did you cut your nails last time because you were serious about being a ‘1’?]
[You’re calling her ‘Baby’ now? Wow. Truly giving up the player life to be a ‘1’ for love.]
Qin Jiashu contentedly let them misunderstand, replying to no one.
Xu Yinian tried to sit up but bumped into something. She looked down and saw a small, unfamiliar box. Qin Jiashu noticed out of the corner of her eye but didn’t react; she simply reached out and tucked it into the coffee table drawer.
When she was finally allowed to leave, Xu Yinian insisted on walking the rest of the way to her rental alone since it was nearby. They parted ways at the intersection.
However, after walking for a bit, a voice called out to her.
“Did you just do it with Qin Jiashu?”
The shocking question made Xu Yinian spin around, her face turning bright red.
It was Zhang Yi… Qin Jiashu’s ex-girlfriend. Xu Yinian was terrified. Her first instinct was to run.
But then Zhang Yi spoke with absolute certainty: “I saw the photos. There were finger cots on the sofa.”
The term was so foreign that Xu Yinian stood there dazed for a long time.
On the sofa… Was that the little box she had seen?
Following the literal meaning of the words, Xu Yinian suddenly understood what that object was. It was used by women during… intimacy? For the fingers?
Why was it on the sofa? Not only was it caught in a photo, but she had been caught right there with it…
“Can you even satisfy her? That woman has an insatiable appetite. You won’t be enough for her. You should break up while you can.”
Leaving only that remark, Zhang Yi walked away, leaving Xu Yinian completely stunned.
In-insatiable…?
Was it the meaning she thought it was?
Suddenly learning Qin Jiashu’s “biggest secret,” Xu Yinian didn’t know what to do. She thought about her Senior Sister’s skills and the box left carelessly on the sofa. All that clinging and the constant demands for affection… was it because of this unmentionable… illness?
I… I guess I’ll just think of it as helping her treat her condition…
Ji Yan had just stepped out of the art studio. She scrolled through her muted messages, and her expression immediately soured when she saw Qin Jiashu’s name.
Only because the message was related to Xu Yinian did she bother to click it.
When she saw the familiar fair skin and that burning crimson mark, Ji Yan’s cold eyes seemed to drop to the freezing point. Even without experience, she could tell this was completely different from yesterday’s “allergy.” This was undeniably a fresh mark.
The movements in Xu Yinian’s bed last night… the fact that her wrist hadn’t moved at all… the way Shen Ruoshuang had stayed “asleep” the entire time…
The muffled groan when she had reached in to tie the ribbon.
The way the bed curtains had suddenly swayed when she looked back.
…
The scenes played back in her mind one by one, and everything finally made sense.
Under a dark cloud of looming rage, a violent, deathly stillness threatened to consume her sanity.
…That woman named Shen had crawled into Xu Yinian’s bed right under her nose.
And she had been thoroughly “cuckolded” right in front of her own eyes.
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