Chapter 42: Extra 6 Part 2

Luo Qingmeng’s tone was very soft. “If you want to wear it, go ahead… It might not be that comfortable, though.”

“It’s very warm.”

“Mm.”

At lunchtime, Qiu Shuxue sat down randomly. When Luo Qingmeng served the dishes, she placed the tasty ones around her, even putting that beverage right by her side. The promised stuffed flatbread was placed within her reach.

It was a sneaky kind of favoritism.

Luo Qingmeng was very good to her.

Qiu Shuxue ate with everyone and drank a little. Luo Qingmeng never sat down to eat with them. She stayed in the kitchen, checking what had run out that people still wanted and making more.

By the time the table was cleared spotless, Qiu Shuxue realized that Luo Qingmeng was good to everyone, but she was used to being on her own. She wanted to be alone with her but didn’t know how to take care of her or show concern.

When they were clearing the table, Qiu Shuxue went to help. Luo Qingmeng was inside washing dishes. Qiu Shuxue rolled up her sleeves and said, “Want me to help?”

Luo Qingmeng immediately said no, saying it was dirty and would mess up her fingers. She anxiously shooed Qiu Shuxue away. “Don’t, I’ll do it, I’ll do it…”

“Then how about I take you out to buy some snacks?”

Luo Qingmeng sighed, shook her head, and went back to the dishes. Qiu Shuxue kept feeling like she was about to cry.

Everyone was stuffed and sprawled in the living room playing around. After Luo Qingmeng finished cleaning up, she and Li An talked in the bedroom. Her eyes were red, and she looked at him with resentment. Qiu Shuxue really wanted to watch them argue.

Li An apologized to her and said sweet words, but Luo Qingmeng ignored him. She tried hard to hold back her tears.

Li An came out, leaving Luo Qingmeng standing alone by the window. She quietly ate some finger biscuits, gazing outside, lost in thought.

Qiu Shuxue went out to buy snacks, wanting to do something nice for her. When she returned, she found Luo Qingmeng cooking again, dutifully taking care of everything. This was clearly Li An’s premarital property, yet she acted like it was their little home. When Qiu Shuxue gave her the snacks, Luo Qingmeng thanked her gratefully, her eyes turning red again, her lashes damp. Qiu Shuxue’s heart pounded wildly, painfully so.

Perhaps realizing she wouldn’t get even a bite, Luo Qingmeng stayed in the kitchen for dinner, sulking to herself.

Qiu Shuxue was insanely envious—especially when Luo Qingmeng squatted down to wipe oil stains off the floor. A filthy spot became utterly beautiful with that one motion. She squatted there, her chest full and ample, looking embarrassed at her and telling her to go play outside.

That night, Qiu Shuxue pretended to be drunk and dragged her feet about leaving. Li An was thrilled, lost in his own ecstasy. Qiu Shuxue went to talk to Luo Qingmeng. “Sister, can I sleep with you tonight?”

The house wasn’t Luo Qingmeng’s, so she glanced at Li An first. He nodded, and she said, “Sure.”

Luo Qingmeng wiped her hands clean and made the bed, fluffing up the side by the window extra soft. She grabbed a clean pillow and then a quilt—the good one went to Qiu Shuxue.

Qiu Shuxue stood in the doorway and asked, “Do you often sleep here, sister?”

Luo Qingmeng shook her head. “Just this once.” She didn’t like staying over before marriage; she thought it wasn’t right and rejected premarital sex. With her back to Qiu Shuxue, she straightened the quilt. “You take this one.”

Qiu Shuxue walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the soft quilt. It had that sun-dried scent. She asked her, “Did you save this just for me…? I’m not that picky. Let’s share one.”

Luo Qingmeng had been about to shake her head, but Qiu Shuxue added, “You’ve worked hard all day. You need to rest well.”

“Okay, al-right…”

Luo Qingmeng went to take a shower first. Qiu Shuxue was about to suggest they shower together but just called her name once, and Luo Qingmeng’s cheeks flushed red.

When Luo Qingmeng came out, she had a coat wrapped around her body. Qiu Shuxue smiled at her. Luo Qingmeng only took off her outer coat once she was in bed. Qiu Shuxue glanced at her chest. Luo Qingmeng’s bra didn’t fit well—it had been worn for a long time, loose and unable to properly support her. She never picked proper ones; they were all baggy styles, as if she wanted to make herself seem smaller.

Qiu Shuxue said, “Sister…”

Luo Qingmeng noticed her gaze on her but didn’t dare look up. Qiu Shuxue said, “Sister, your figure is really great…”

Qiu Shuxue desperately wanted to crawl over, peel aside that ill-fitting piece with her fingers, or slip between the two loose cups to caress her most perfect parts, then kiss her lips.

The urge was intense. Holding back felt awful.

Luo Qingmeng couldn’t take being stared at anymore and finally looked up at her. Smiling, Qiu Shuxue said, “I’m so jealous. Mine aren’t as big as yours.”

Luo Qingmeng didn’t dare look at her at all. She clutched her phone against the headboard and stayed quiet for a long time before saying, “Eat papaya… I heard eating papaya makes them bigger.”

Qiu Shuxue laughed.

Sure enough, she still wouldn’t look at her.

That feeling surged up again.

Qiu Shuxue always felt like Luo Qingmeng was seducing her, but her kindness carried not a hint of temptation. It frustrated her.

Qiu Shuxue went to take a shower. Li An waited by the door for a moment. She shot him a glance and went straight back to Luo Qingmeng.

Qiu Shuxue gently pushed the door open. Luo Qingmeng was peeking inside her own base-layer sweater when she heard the sound and immediately clutched her chest.

Qiu Shuxue walked to the bedside and took off her coat, revealing her fair back and slender waist.

Luo Qingmeng noticed Qiu Shuxue’s gaze but didn’t dare tell her to stop, forcing herself to act calm as she burrowed into the covers.

Qiu Shuxue didn’t even dare imagine it. How intoxicating it would be to pin her down right now as they sat together.

Qiu Shuxue wanted to see her eyes unfocused, dazed, moaning softly in response.

Qiu Shuxue was dressed provocatively. As she sat on the bed, she deliberately tugged at her own strap and asked, “Sister, do you think this style has a feminine vibe?”

Luo Qingmeng didn’t overthink it, assuming Qiu Shuxue was just innocently discussing girl talk. Blushing, she nodded shyly and said it looked good on her.

Qiu Shuxue complimented her back. “Sister, mine is all forced. Yours are really nice and mature—simple style with a little moon charm in the middle. Very alluring. Your figure is perfect.”

“No… No…”

Luo Qingmeng knew her bra was loose and deformed. She always bought those no-wire types for curvy girls, which weren’t remotely sexy. By contrast, Qiu Shuxue sat on the edge of the bed. When Luo Qingmeng glanced at her, she noticed the two crossed black thin straps at the back of Qiu Shuxue’s panties—very sexy.

She didn’t dare look any more.

Qiu Shuxue started chatting with her, beginning with marriage and moving on to children.

Luo Qingmeng said she liked little girls.

“The kind that calls ‘Mommy’?”

Luo Qingmeng didn’t answer quickly and didn’t seem especially joyful. In truth, one could sense she didn’t like kids all that much.

She had simply decided to get married and was going along with others’ preferences by picking little girls, the ones she preferred more.

“Um… the sweet and obedient kind, with those chubby, milky cheeks—calling ‘Mommy’ would be perfect. What about you? You’re still young; you probably aren’t rushing into marriage.”

“Mm…”

Qiu Shuxue turned her head to look at her. Her figure was stunning, her hip bones prominently defined in a way that made one want to touch them. When Qiu Shuxue first knelt on the bed with one leg, it created the illusion of an impending storm, as if she were about to pin Luo Qingmeng down.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead…”

Qiu Shuxue’s gaze landed on her chest, filled with admiring surprise. Luo Qingmeng wanted to look but felt it would be inappropriate. Deep down, though, she craved that appreciative stare—it filled her with a woman’s pride.

She thought she had hidden it well, but every moment had fallen into Qiu Shuxue’s eyes. Qiu Shuxue said, “You’d definitely make a great mommy.”

Luo Qingmeng wasn’t sure whether she meant her personality or a certain part of her body. Nervously, she clutched the blanket beneath her.

Qiu Shuxue said, “I’m so envious.”

Qiu Shuxue pulled out her phone and said, “Can we add WeChat?” Propping herself up over Luo Qingmeng, she leaned down with her phone in hand. Luo Qingmeng panicked and fished her own phone out from under the covers; it was already warm to the touch.

Qiu Shuxue was too close. Luo Qingmeng awkwardly tried to shrink away, but Qiu Shuxue said, “Sister’s voice is so soft—I always have to lean in to hear.”

“…I do have a soft voice. You know how quiet the bookstore is…”

“Thanks for the band-aid, sister.”

“No need to thank me.” Luo Qingmeng hurriedly tapped at her phone to add her as a friend and said, “Come on up and sleep… It’s cold.”

In truth, Luo Qingmeng really wanted to get to know her and hoped they could stay in touch afterward. Once they were added, she jotted down a note.

Qiu Shuxue clambered over her onto the bed and lay down behind Luo Qingmeng. She discovered the space inside was nice and warm; Luo Qingmeng had specially placed a hot water bottle on her side. Luo Qingmeng told her to kick the hot water bottle down to the foot of the bed.

Once Qiu Shuxue had settled in, she turned off the light.

Qiu Shuxue lay on her side, fidgeting restlessly. She said, “My bra’s a little tight—it’s so stuffy…”

Luo Qingmeng asked, “Is it new?”

Qiu Shuxue hummed in affirmation. As women themselves, Luo Qingmeng understood that feeling all too well. Qiu Shuxue said, “Sister won’t mind if I unhook it, right?”

Luo Qingmeng grew very tense and didn’t dare reply. She was afraid that if she nodded, Qiu Shuxue’s hand would reach around to her own back and unhook hers.

Qiu Shuxue said, “I usually sleep naked.”

After a while, Luo Qingmeng felt the person behind her shifting around. A little longer, and she heard Qiu Shuxue say, “It’s unhooked.”

Qiu Shuxue’s weren’t as large as hers, yet it seemed like she could hear a sound of sweet liberation. Something had bounced free…

The room fell quiet. After listening for a good while, she realized it was the sound of her own heartbeat. Luo Qingmeng felt a thief’s guilty conscience, as if she were fantasizing about someone else’s body—her ears burned hot.

She knew it was just her being too shy. Girls these days were far more open; all the young women at the store casually compared their bust sizes with one another. It was she who lacked that openness, too straitlaced and old-fashioned…

Qiu Shuxue kept talking. Luo Qingmeng let out a soft hum, her tone weighted, carrying some unspoken emotion.

“This is my first time… sleeping with someone else. I’m nervous, so I talk a lot. Do you mind?”

Luo Qingmeng finally spoke up, her throat dry and her voice hoarse. “No… I don’t mind. It’s just that I don’t sleep well.”

“Sister’s great—not moving a muscle.”

Luo Qingmeng actually had a good sleeping posture, but she worried she might not adjust well tonight and disturb Qiu Shuxue. She mentioned it ahead of time for her own peace of mind.

At last, Qiu Shuxue quieted down behind her. She let out a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and began drifting off.

Luo Qingmeng felt Qiu Shuxue hug her from behind. At first, she didn’t dare push her away. By the time she wanted to,

She heard the person holding her murmur lowly, “…So scared. I don’t want to be alone… It’s so sad…”

Her voice was soft and low, as if caught in a nightmare.

Luo Qingmeng rested her hand on Qiu Shuxue’s lower back and patted gently twice.

“Don’t be scared… I’ll hold you. Go to sleep.”

Luo Qingmeng was on the verge of sleep when she heard Qiu Shuxue say one more thing. Qiu Shuxue was pressed against her, her breath falling hot on Luo Qingmeng’s collarbone and chest.

Perhaps it was her overly soft personality, but she always instinctively suspected ulterior motives in such gestures of affection.

She also struggled to read physical expressions like this; her body felt trapped in desperation. She couldn’t see the cliff at her back, couldn’t tell if Qiu Shuxue was flirting with her or simply seeking comfort—unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear Qiu Shuxue murmur “wet and sticky.” Her voice was low and soft. Luo Qingmeng almost wanted to ask where it was wet—Qiu Shuxue’s breath was too hot—but her lips parted instead: “So itchy.”

“Where does it itch, sister? Let me bite it for you.”

Luo Qingmeng let out a muffled hum and said nothing. Fingers grazed lightly over her collarbone, and with each scratch, the itch eased.

It was just so strange.

If she was scratching the collarbone, why was her mouth growing itchier?

She tensed her whole body and lifted it slightly.

The loose fabric slipped a little, and the pink pearl rose with it.

Qiu Shuxue glanced sideways and caught sight of it. The fingers teasing her collarbone slid over, curling as if to brush it. “Sister, does it itch here?”

Luo Qingmeng didn’t respond.

She wanted to pinch it, to touch it.

She really wanted to twist it firmly.

But she couldn’t touch it—she would be too sensitive. One pinch and she’d cry out; if she cried out, Qiu Shuxue would wake, and then she’d tell her to get out.

It was so hard to endure.

The pink little pearl danced inappropriately in the darkness, begging to be gathered into her palm and kneaded into a different kind of intoxicating fragrance.

More coquettish by a touch of allure, more yielding than resistant, a deliberate pulse of carnal temptation beyond mere accident—her shy display was mere skin scarcely containing her desire, brimming with enticing nectar.