Her fingertip brushed lightly over the sandalwood bracelet, and Miao Qingzhi curved her lips in a faint, ambiguous smile.
“Looks nice. Where did you get it?”
Pei Ruyu was still thinking about how to thank the HR girl at the company, completely missing the flash of coldness in Miao Qingzhi’s eyes.
After all, it was thanks to the ointment HR had brought in the afternoon that her hand had healed so quickly.
“You like it?”
Hearing the compliment, Pei Ruyu didn’t overthink it. She simply took off the bracelet and slipped it onto Miao Qingzhi’s wrist.
“I ran into a kid who insisted on selling it to me. She seemed pretty down on her luck, so I bought it.”
Miao Qingzhi watched Pei Ruyu’s movements in silence.
Quick, decisive, holding nothing back.
Clearly someone who had no idea what she was holding.
The bracelet was wrapped neatly around her wrist. Miao Qingzhi raised her hand and gave it a shake.
A faint golden light flickered within.
“It’s a good item. Sister’s luck is quite decent.”
“Don’t know about the item. But my luck? Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
Pei Ruyu couldn’t hear the deeper meaning in those words. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Miao Qingzhi’s cheek. “Otherwise, how would I have met you?”
If not for the love so thick in her eyes, Miao Qingzhi would have thought she was being sarcastic.
Seeing that look in Pei Ruyu’s eyes—like a puppy waiting for praise—Miao Qingzhi couldn’t help but reach up and rub her earlobe, asking with a half-smile.
“So, Sister, was it something the person who sold you the bracelet said that made you unhappy?”
“What a little kid says can’t be trusted.”
But one thing she’d said was right—if she didn’t cut off bad romantic entanglements like Bai Qingjia, nothing good would come of it.
Pei Ruyu’s gaze dimmed.
She nuzzled against Miao Qingzhi’s palm, finally unable to hold it in any longer. “It’s because… I went to see a psychologist today.”
The smile at the corner of Miao Qingzhi’s mouth froze for a moment. “A psychologist?”
Pei Ruyu buried her face directly into Miao Qingzhi’s neck.
As if that could hide the unease and vulnerability in her eyes.
“I might…” Pei Ruyu said in a muffled voice, “I might have depression.”
Miao Qingzhi: “….?”
“If you can’t accept that… you can still leave while I’m in the early stages and not too severe…”
The voice sounded like she was about to cry from sadness.
Miao Qingzhi nearly laughed in anger.
If not for how fragile the woman in her arms looked right now, she would have felt sorry for the bracelet’s original owner.
“Sister, don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you.”
Miao Qingzhi wrapped her arms around Pei Ruyu, holding the anxious woman tightly, stroking her back in slow, soothing circles.
Only when she felt the other’s emotions settle slightly did she speak again, her voice gentle.
“I told you before. No matter what you become, I’ll love you.”
Pei Ruyu’s eyes reddened slightly. She instinctively looked up. “But—”
Before she could finish, Miao Qingzhi cupped her cheeks and pressed a reverent kiss to her forehead.
“No matter what, I’ll always be by your side. Don’t be afraid, Sister.”
Pei Ruyu turned her head away, blinking back the moisture in her eyes, and said awkwardly, “I’m not afraid… I’m just warning you in advance. So you don’t find out later and think I was deceiving you…”
So obedient.
Miao Qingzhi pressed a satisfied kiss to her lips, murmuring softly against them.
“I know. But next time you see a doctor, let me come with you. No more going alone and spiraling into dark thoughts.”
She gently stroked Pei Ruyu’s flushed cheek, then didn’t say more. She just smiled, took off the bracelet, and put it back on Pei Ruyu’s wrist. Then she took Pei Ruyu’s hand and traced the nearly invisible marks.
The residual Daoist seal had mostly dissipated, but the familiar hand-seal technique was still faintly discernible.
“Keep it on, Sister. Don’t go giving it away to anyone.”
Pei Ruyu asked in confusion, “What, you don’t like it?”
But Miao Qingzhi just pressed another kiss to her lips. “I don’t like anything except Sister.”
The smile at the corner of Pei Ruyu’s mouth could no longer be contained.
The barely extinguished flame of desire was reignited by her again.
Dissatisfied with such a fleeting touch, Pei Ruyu grabbed the back of Miao Qingzhi’s neck and kissed her deeply.
Miao Qingzhi couldn’t keep her balance and was pushed back onto the bed.
Her hair spread out behind her, making her skin look even paler.
Pei Ruyu continued unbuttoning the buttons she hadn’t finished earlier.
Her lips and tongue lingered on Miao Qingzhi’s neck and shoulders.
Her free hand pressed against Miao Qingzhi’s knee, two fingers walking upward like legs.
Through the damp fabric, Pei Ruyu asked hoarsely for permission.
“May I?”
But the answer was a soft refusal.
“No.”
Pei Ruyu’s eyes dropped in disappointment. But her neck was suddenly pulled down.
A lingering kiss landed on her lips again.
And the other woman sucked gently on her lips, hinting.
“Here.”
Pei Ruyu finally understood what she meant.
She smiled helplessly in compromise, withdrew her hand, and let her lips slide down from the corner of Miao Qingzhi’s mouth.
Neck. Shoulder. Lower abdomen.
Willingly tending to every inch of skin.
Some things really were easier the second time around.
Under Pei Ruyu’s meticulous service, Miao Qingzhi gradually fell into a rhythm.
Leaning against the headboard, Miao Qingzhi made no effort to suppress the sounds escaping her throat.
Looking down at Pei Ruyu’s increasingly devoted efforts, there was no trace of dazed desire in her eyes.
For her, no matter how pleasurable the body felt, it couldn’t compare to the satisfaction of watching the other person willingly bow before her.
The climax came suddenly. Miao Qingzhi arched her neck.
Her fingers finally threaded into Pei Ruyu’s hair, pressing her head down with force.
The fierce pressure seemed to want to press Pei Ruyu’s entire being into her bones.
Not enough. Still far from enough.
Closer. Deeper.
At the peak, the madness and greed surging in Miao Qingzhi’s eyes reached their zenith.
See? Their bodies were always this compatible.
Sister was meant to belong to her. Could only belong to her.
Only with her could she live. Only with her could she die.
Never separated.
No one… no one could separate them…
“Cough, cough.”
Pei Ruyu nearly choked. She barely managed to break free from Miao Qingzhi’s grip.
When she looked up, she couldn’t see the dark undercurrents in Miao Qingzhi’s eyes. She only noticed the thin sheen of sweat on her body.
The momentary annoyance vanished. Pei Ruyu couldn’t help but lean in and lick her clean.
Like a thirsty puppy finding a trickle of water, wagging its tail and rushing toward it.
After giving Miao Qingzhi another round of pleasure, Pei Ruyu wrapped her arms around her waist, riding out the lingering aftershocks together, and bit her earlobe as she asked expectantly.
“Any improvement?”
“A little.”
By now, Miao Qingzhi had also recovered from that nearly out-of-control, pathological desire.
As usual, she leaned lazily against Pei Ruyu, tracing her moist lips with a smile. “Still plenty of room for improvement.”
Pei Ruyu swallowed instinctively.
The woman in her arms still had her shirt hanging off her arm, about to fall. It couldn’t hide the marks all over her body.
And that half-covered look was even more alluring.
Pei Ruyu couldn’t help but reach for her waist. Before her hand could travel upward, a slender hand covered the back of it.
Icy fingertips slipped between her fingers, guiding her hand to rest on that flat lower abdomen.
“Sister, let’s have a child.”
The voice was low, carrying a hint of gravity.
Pei Ruyu: ???
After a brief pause, Pei Ruyu didn’t take this seemingly joking remark seriously. She reached up to play with Miao Qingzhi’s hair, laughing lightly.
“You’re still a child yourself. If we had another one, I’d have to raise two kids. That’s exhausting.”
Miao Qingzhi grabbed her hand and placed it on her collarbone.
“You sure this is something you can do to a child?”
The bite mark was deep, with faint traces of blood seeping through.
Pei Ruyu could never forget how viciously she’d bitten down on that spot just now.
She gently rubbed the bloodstain, laughing sheepishly. “Wife, I’m sorry.”
Miao Qingzhi didn’t respond. She just snorted, flipped open the covers, and burrowed in first.
Helpless, Pei Ruyu suppressed her disappointment, obediently withdrew her hand, cleaned Miao Qingzhi up, and found one of her nightgowns to change her into.
After quickly tidying up, Pei Ruyu turned off the lights and slipped into bed.
A soft, warm body immediately burrowed into her arms.
“Sister.”
The voice pressed against her chest was muffled. “Really not possible?”
“I really can’t give you a child.”
Nuzzling against Miao Qingzhi’s hair, Pei Ruyu couldn’t help but tease. “Is there anything else you want? Just tell me. Anything I can give, I’ll give you, okay?”
The woman in her arms finally lifted her head, asking with a hint of excitement.
“Anything you can give?”
Pei Ruyu answered seriously. “Mm.”
In the dim room, Pei Ruyu couldn’t see her gaze.
Couldn’t see the meaning in her eyes.
Couldn’t feel how crazy and excited that look was.
She could only feel Miao Qingzhi take her fingertip and bring it to her mouth again.
The tip of her tongue pressed against the fingertip, licking gently.
Pei Ruyu didn’t even feel pain. A thin thread of blood welled from her middle fingertip.
The tongue wrapped around her fingertip was still just as soft.
Pei Ruyu’s heart beat faster. Desire rose in her eyes.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t see how the other woman swallowed her fingertip’s blood.
In her eyes, this ambiguous gesture looked more like an invitation.
Her good sister really was contradictory—clearly wanting it, yet finding so many excuses…
Pei Ruyu laughed inwardly, but for once, she held back and didn’t speak.
Sure enough, the next moment, Miao Qingzhi guided her fingertip away from her mouth, slowly moving it downward.
The moment the fingertip’s essence blood entered Miao Qingzhi’s body, Pei Ruyu flipped over and pressed her down without needing any further prompting.
Being allowed to use her hands, Pei Ruyu was naturally happy to oblige.
At the height of passion, the essence blood on her fingertip was branded deep into Miao Qingzhi’s body.
Pei Ruyu couldn’t see that at that moment, the Gu mark on Miao Qingzhi’s abdomen and the one on her own chest appeared simultaneously.
She only thought it was an ordinary night of lovemaking. She even had the presence of mind to bite Miao Qingzhi’s ear and ask with a laugh.
“What else do you want? Hm?”
Miao Qingzhi smiled and hooked her arms around Pei Ruyu’s neck, returning a deep kiss.
“I want Sister…”
“I want Sister to love me forever.”
The satisfaction in her eyes was wrapped in terrifying obsession.
Hidden in the night. Unknown to anyone.
