Snakes Who Love Kissing
Bu Yao’s back stiffened slightly. A good portion of her original anger was worn down by Xing Yue’s clingy behavior.
She seemed a bit unaccustomed to this change in Xing Yue—the rare tenderness, the clinginess, even… the compliance.
She had to know, Xing Yue rarely indulged her temper. Could it be that having the official girlfriend status made Xing Yue act this way? Then wouldn’t that mean Xing Yue treated He Zhiwen even better than she treated her? After all, those two had been together for seven whole years!
Thinking this, Bu Yao’s lungs nearly exploded with rage. “Get off!”
She ordered, refusing to let Xing Yue lie on her lap any longer.
Xing Yue’s heart was baffled. How come the more I coax, the angrier she gets?
She shifted position, lying flat and looking up at Bu Yao. “Can’t get up. My legs hurt.”
“Your legs hurt, not your waist. What’s stopping you?” Bu Yao wanted to pull Xing Yue away but was afraid she was genuinely in pain. Her hand hovered midair, unsure where to place it.
In the end, Xing Yue caught her hand and pressed it to her own face, rubbing against it affectionately. The body heat, higher than a normal person’s, was very warm. Once she pressed it to her face, she couldn’t bear to let go. She kissed it, smelled it, like a cat high on catnip—completely infatuated.
“Don’t be mad right now. Be mad another day. Now, free up the time to do something else.” Xing Yue sat up, her throat tight, her hands kneading Bu Yao’s fair cheeks. She leaned in for a peck. “Go take a shower. There are new clothes prepared for you in the bathroom.”
Bu Yao’s cheeks had a bit of soft flesh. Pinching them made them redden in no time. Xing Yue released her hands, suppressing the urge to get rougher, and pressed a soothing kiss to the spot. She urged, “Hurry up. I can’t wait anymore. I want to see right now. I’ll turn off the light for you. Don’t be too embarrassed to come out.”
Xing Yue had been alone for too long. After last night’s wild antics, she’d developed a taste for it.
She clung to Bu Yao, murmuring, gently biting the woman’s ear. “Mm… I missed you so much. Missed you so much after just one day apart…”
Hearing such blunt words, her ear surrounded by Xing Yue’s warm breath, Bu Yao could roughly guess what kind of new clothes awaited her. Her cheeks burned slightly. Though she was still angry, Xing Yue had completely dazed her with her coaxing. Her legs started moving towards the bathroom.
When Xing Yue started acting spoiled, it was very hard to refuse. Bu Yao was firmly wrapped around her finger.
The bathroom tiles were a pale, powdery pink, giving a visually relaxing feeling. On the wall-mounted shelf sat two pieces of clothing, thin as cicada wings.
Bu Yao hadn’t even touched them. Just looking at them made her eyes feel scorched. It was a back-tie, butterfly-knot lace tube top, with a lotus-leaf-like ruffle design in the front. When lifted, it was empty underneath…
The bottom was a one-piece fishnet bodysuit.
So Xing Yue likes this style. She murmured inwardly, her cheeks flushed. She liked it too.
Before showering, Bu Yao twisted her long hair into a bun. After showering, the bun had become fluffy and messy, with a few strands falling onto her shoulders, damp from the bathwater.
She put on the clothes Xing Yue had been so longing for, tying each thin strap into a soft bow. Thinking about how soon Xing Yue would personally undo each one… shyness surfaced on her face. Spring passion stirred, surging through the window. Her index finger unconsciously twirled a soft ribbon round and round.
When Bu Yao emerged from the bathroom, the entire room was cloaked in night. The bright moon hanging high outside cast its light and shadows through the blinds. Though the lights inside were off, it wasn’t pitch black. The moonlight was hazy, just perfect.
As soon as she reached the bedside, Xing Yue grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. The bath towel was lost in the tussle.
“Xing Yue!” she cried out in alarm, startled.
Especially by Xing Yue’s eager, impatient state…
Xing Yue raised a hand and tugged free the hair tie on Bu Yao’s head. Voluminous, wavy sunset-orange hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spreading across her lower back. She had always been utterly enchanted by this hair color reminiscent of a blazing dusk.
She hugged Bu Yao tightly, inhaling the scent of the beauty’s nape, planting a kiss on her semi-damp hair. “Baby, how does your flesh know to be so well-behaved, only growing in all the right places?”
Her breathing was ragged as she nibbled lightly at Bu Yao’s ear, her fingers weaving through her hair.
Bu Yao crossed her arms over her chest, her voice muffled and indistinct, yet dripping with seductive charm. “If the flesh were on my waist, you wouldn’t like it anymore, right?”
Xing Yue grasped her waist, measuring its circumference, seriously contemplating it for a moment. “Then that would be so cute. Hugging that while sleeping, being able to squeeze it… soft and squishy, I could hold you all day.”
She was a complete face-con no doubt, disliking defining others as ugly or beautiful but having her own aesthetic standards. She seriously imagined it for a moment. A chubbier Bu Yao, a less fair-skinned Bu Yao, a Bu Yao with wrinkles and crow’s feet, an old lady Bu Yao with dry, withered hair—all beautiful. All gorgeous.
Perhaps when you like someone enough, emotions surpass everything. When you like a woman too much, your aesthetic simply becomes: she looks good no matter what.
Bu Yao scoffed softly, pouting. “I don’t believe you.”
That kind of sweet talk might fool an eighteen-year-old girl.
Xing Yue’s lips curved into a smile. She moved Bu Yao to lie flat on the blankets, straightened her waist, and let her finger casually, faintly, hook the lotus-leaf lace covering Bu Yao’s chest.
This made Bu Yao wrap her arms even tighter.
“Don’t be nervous, I won’t touch,” Xing Yue chuckled hoarsely at her reaction. She took Bu Yao’s hand and placed it on the fabric, coaxing, “Good girl, lift it up.”
She indeed didn’t touch. She wanted Bu Yao to uncover it herself.
The woman’s face instantly flushed an unbearable heat. Her voice was quiet and weak. “No…”
Xing Yue pressed her index finger against that full, red lip, the depths of her eyes swirling. “Yes.”
She murmured against Bu Yao again. Without much effort, she coaxed Bu Yao into complying with her requests one by one, letting her pose and manipulate her as she wished.
Deep into the night.
Xing Yue had to go over the script the production team gave her tomorrow, but right now she didn’t want to rest at all. She just wanted to cling to Bu Yao. Even well past midnight, she still couldn’t bear to sleep, nestling with the woman in her arms.
“So impressive. Then your law firm’s reputation must depend on you to uphold it?” Her palm patted Bu Yao’s back rhythmically. Her index finger twirled in her hair, rubbing the strands between her fingers.
Bu Yao leaned her forehead against Xing Yue’s collarbone, stating proudly, “Of course. I’m a professional.”
She listened to her little girlfriend recount her first day at work. Previously, she had only taken on divorce cases. This was her first attempt at a different type of commission, so she complained about the bizarre cases, the peculiar clients, the coworkers at the firm, and so on.
Big things, small things, interesting ones, boring ones—Bu Yao told them all to Xing Yue one by one. That little face, so serious when she talked, was strangely endearing. Xing Yue couldn’t help but steal bites of it from time to time.
Bu Yao was much more capable than she had assumed. Although she had a big temper, was a bit spoiled, willful, a little overbearing, and sometimes treated others with disdain, her professional knowledge was solid. When she communicated with clients with that cold face of hers, they didn’t dare voice any objections to her face, afraid Bu Yao might quit.
The firm’s boss had only recently returned from overseas and was just starting the business. Upon receiving Bu Yao’s application, she initially didn’t want to hire her, fearing she’d offend the Bu family. But Bu Yao repeatedly assured her that her family wouldn’t interfere with her work. Plus, the firm truly needed a lawyer with a stellar reputation to make a name for itself, and Bu Yao was the most suitable candidate.
To put it precisely, this law firm had struck gold.
“Did your mother give you any trouble for coming to see me?” Xing Yue’s ink-black, clear pupils were like landscape paintings. Her phoenix eyes, alluring as silk, seemed even more deeply charming after being nourished, as if a heavier brushstroke had been added to her charm.
Bu Yao shook her head. “How could my mom give me trouble.”
She hadn’t made any demands either. Just asked her to accompany her to admire some flowers and reminded her to remember to attend the birthday banquet next week. Even if her mother hadn’t mentioned it, she was definitely going.
The birthday banquet wasn’t just for her. It concerned the Bu family’s prestige and reputation. Her birthday had to be a grand, high-profile event every year.
Although Bu Yao could refuse and her mother would happily accommodate her daughter’s wishes, Bu Yao hadn’t reached that level of willfulness yet.
Xing Yue’s gaze flickered. She responded languidly, “Of course, she can’t bear to make things hard for her own precious daughter. She’ll just make it hard on others.”
She truly missed Bu Yao too. Something that could be resolved with a phone call still required Bu Yao to return to the mansion just to look at flowers. But then again, given the situation where Madam Bu had to resort to little tricks just to see her daughter, this grudge was likely largely pinned on Xing Yue.
Bu Yao raised her head and bit Xing Yue’s chin. “Don’t you speak ill of my mom!”
“I won’t. Kiss?” Xing Yue held Bu Yao’s face and licked and kissed her deeply, her snake tongue coiling intimately, capturing those lips more vibrantly beautiful than red camellias between her teeth.
Snakes actually really love kissing. A snake’s tongue has many nerves; kissing allows complete sensory enjoyment of the bliss brought by a partner.
Generally, when a couple dislikes kissing, it’s mostly because one party has someone on the side. Their snake tongue is full of the scent of a wild snake, and kissing would instantly expose everything.
Xing Yue wasn’t annoyed by Bu Yao’s defense of Madam Bu. If Bu Yao had sided with her and become an adversary to Madam Bu, that would have been truly chilling.
In Bu Yao’s world, Madam Bu was an omnipotent mother who granted her every wish.
Perhaps Madam Bu was suffering too right now. Her daughter wasn’t obedient, insisting on being with a woman of an unmatched social standing, even quarreling with the family and running away from home over this woman.
Ignoring the family’s huge business empire, she was instead enduring the hardship of being a worker. From having no concept of money to having to budget carefully even for breakfast.
How could Madam Bu not hate? In her eyes, Xing Yue was like a villain who had deceived her daughter—the utterly heinous, unforgivable kind.
Thinking about it this way, Xing Yue truly deserved to die ten thousand deaths.
“I’ll work hard to earn money. Don’t abandon me. I really can’t endure another loss.” Their kisses were so passionate, yet Xing Yue’s words were so powerless.
She knew clearly that no matter how hard she worked, no matter how much money she earned, she would never reach the level of the Bu family. A family that had prospered for generations—how could an ordinary person ever match it through hard work alone? In the eyes of these people, “effort” was completely insignificant.
Bu Yao squeezed Xing Yue’s ears with both hands, playing proudly, her coquettish hum carrying a teasing tone. “This Miss will date you for a few years and then dump you when you’re in your forties. Scared?”
Just two sentences of playful teasing, yet they reddened the rims of Xing Yue’s eyes. The moonlight didn’t fall on Xing Yue, so Bu Yao didn’t see her distress.
She just held the woman in her arms, her breathing long and heavy, her smile bitter. “Scared… scared to death…”
