Chapter 57: Service

Not only was the attitude bad, but the quality of service was equally lacking.

That voice, carrying a choking, sobbing tone, gasped rapidly, as if starved of oxygen, her face flushed red and swollen.

Xing Yue was half afraid that if she didn’t help her catch her breath, she might just cry herself to death.

Even though Xing Yue’s movements were far from gentle—even, because of venting her anger, rough and careless, pinching that tender, smooth skin until it was red and bruised, without a single unmarred patch left, making her tremble from the pain—she still nestled closer…

She turned and burrowed into Xing Yue’s embrace, sobbing until she was hiccupping, calling Xing Yue’s name in a low voice.

She didn’t say anything else, just kept calling out like that, her voice hoarse.

The floor was littered with the gorgeous, discarded dress and a satin hair ornament that was clearly of high quality. From head to toe, only the pair of small heels was still on, whereas Xing Yue was fully dressed—though the cuffs of her white shirt were soaked halfway through.

She changed venues. In the cramped little house, on the single wooden chair with a backrest, she pulled the woman into her lap. The two of them sat face to face.

Xing Yue carelessly tied back her full head of long hair, removed her glasses with one hand, and with the other hand now free, directly cupped the back of Bu Yao’s head, pulling her in for a kiss, silencing the cries. She caught that gorgeously petal-soft, luscious lip between her own, biting and rubbing.

She lifted her hand, the back of it gliding over Bu Yao’s cheek, her breathing ragged. “Fold them up for me.”

Bu Yao sniffled, her small hands rolling up the cuffs of Xing Yue’s sleeves, two folds deep. The exposed pale wrist was like a jade bamboo shoot, so alluring it drew an involuntary lingering gaze.

Her heart pounded furiously. Even doing this kind of thing, Xing Yue was still so refined…

Outside the window, the sun was already blazing high. Inside, no lights were on. Fragmented, soft moans continued endlessly, day and night traveling together.

A fine drizzle and a light breeze rustled the leaves loudly. The deep, dark night once again blanketed the endless sky.

Tonight, a soft drizzle fell. The rain wasn’t heavy, but the temperature had turned cool. An orange-red snake tail curled up a corner of the blanket, wrapping Xing Yue up tightly and snugly.

She lay on top of Xing Yue, listening to her even, deep breathing. Her cracked fingertip traced the shape of Xing Yue’s lips. The second time she traced them, she silently, soundlessly slipped between those red lips…

Her snake tongue hooked and touched. Sensing the small wound gradually healing, Bu Yao finally withdrew her hand.

What forty-eight hours…

In less than a day, Xing Yue had collapsed from exhaustion, sleeping even more soundly than she was.

Suddenly, the sound of the door lock turning came from the door.

Bu Yao pulled the blanket up a little higher. The person opening the door was Bai Yulun.

It was past time for work now. Xing Yue hadn’t answered calls, hadn’t replied to messages, and was nowhere to be seen. Bai Yulun had assumed she had fainted in the bathroom again, just like last time, and had come looking with Bo Wuxue. The two of them were also laden with bags of clothes they had bought for Xing Yue at the mall.

Clothes were scattered messily across the floor, and on the bed, Bu Yao’s snow-white, fragrant shoulder was exposed.

Three people stared at each other.

Bai Yulun glanced once, her face darkening, and immediately turned and walked out.

Bo Wuxue, that little lass, had a far richer expression, looking at her soundly sleeping good sister, and then looking at Bu Yao, whose neck and shoulders were full of marks. Without a doubt, last night had been intense. The shock in her eyes could have been an entire movie playing out.

Despicable! She had given Xing Yue so many fun little toys. What reason was there for Xing Yue to be the one sleeping, and not Bu Yao?

Shocked, a feeling of horror rising in her, she asked, “Did you drug A’Yue?”

Bu Yao flipped her hair. “Is that even possible?”

Impossible. The marks on Bu Yao’s body clearly showed she was the one who had been on the receiving end.

Yet, completely misinterpreting the scene, Bo Wuxue couldn’t even find a way to salvage things for her dear sister. She was furious inside. Her image of Xing Yue as the world’s top invincible top crumbled into ruins. This frail, delicate appearance was clearly a soft, fragrant wife, easily pushed over by a weak beauty.

Hmph, this is what happens when you don’t use the little toys. Serves you right! Exhaust yourself to death!

Bo Wuxue left, closing the door behind her.

The rain outside grew heavier. The damp, stifling atmosphere and the chaotic sound of the rain made Xing Yue’s eyelashes flutter. She slowly opened her eyes, subconsciously feeling around the bed for her phone. A snake tail burrowed into her palm, its matte-textured scales rubbing against her…

Xing Yue grasped it and set it aside. The moment her hand left, the tail wound its way back, coiling into her arms.

She had no time to worry about that. She found her phone, saw several missed calls and unread messages, and was about to ask Bai Yulun for leave.

She had even finished editing the message. At the very moment she was about to send it, the tip of the snake tail crept up, tap-tapped on the phone screen, copied the text, and sent it to a contact saved as Manager Jiang. The Little Fire Snake then returned to the previous chat screen, long-pressed Bai Yulun’s chat box, and deleted it.

Having completed this series of actions, the tail tip pressed itself back into Xing Yue’s hand, nuzzling her, docile and meek…

Xing Yue had just woken up, her brain in a blank state. She hesitated before speaking. “Why hasn’t Eldest Miss gone home yet?”

Her voice was lazy. She smoothly pressed the tail in her hand under the blanket.

Bu Yao sat on the bed, her eyes still not recovered from the violent crying, her voice still half-hoarse. Hearing Xing Yue issue an eviction order the moment she woke up, she hugged the blanket and sulked. “Allergic reaction. I can’t put my clothes on. How am I supposed to go back?”

At that, Xing Yue threw back the blanket and directly grabbed Bu Yao’s ankle. Just as she was about to take a closer look, Bu Yao realized what she was intending to do. Her face flushed so red it could drip blood. She pulled her leg back, bending her knees and drawing them tightly together.

“If you don’t let me see, how am I supposed to know if you’re lying?” Xing Yue questioned. Besides, she hadn’t used any finger cots last night. Where would the allergen have come from?

Bu Yao bit her lip. “Even if I’m not, can’t you just let me stay for one night? Is that too much to ask?”

Xing Yue nodded. “Yes, it is too much to ask. We have a transactional relationship. Once the transaction is over, one hundred thousand is deducted from your debt. At the same time, you leave my house. Out of basic human decency, if Eldest Miss truly has an allergy, I will consider, at my discretion, buying you medicine.”

Even after such intense, entangled intimacy the night before, Xing Yue was still chasing her away. Bu Yao kicked off the blanket, insistent. “It IS an allergic reaction! It hurts a lot, I can’t put clothes on. Even adult dolls come with after-sales service! What gives you the right to ‘consider at your discretion’? Not only was your attitude bad, but now you’re going to just let the service quality slide like this too?”

Xing Yue turned on the light, grasped the restless foot, and carefully examined the spot Bu Yao claimed was allergic. “No allergy. It’s a little injured.”

She got out of bed, got dressed, and before leaving, tossed out a line. “Whether my service quality is good or not, it’s not like Eldest Miss is experiencing it for the first time. You’re dissatisfied yet you came back to find me? How peculiar.”

Her sulky words exposed, Bu Yao burrowed under the blanket. Even her tail was hidden away in the covers. The heat rising off her body could smoke.

Xing Yue wasn’t gone long. She just went to the pharmacy downstairs and bought some ointment, returning in less than ten minutes. She scooped the woman up by the waist, fixing her in her arms, one leg pressing down on Bu Yao’s knees to prevent movement, and began applying the medicine to the woman in her arms.

In this position, if Bu Yao lowered her head, she could clearly see Xing Yue’s hand applying the ointment…

Her back stiffened, a trace of coyness showing.

The room fell silent once more. The moment Xing Yue’s hand withdrew, Bu Yao scrambled down quickly, hugging her own tail, curled up at the corner of the bed. Suddenly, she muttered softly, “Xing Yue, can I chase after you?”