In a daze, Han Xuan had already taken the box from her hands, deftly tearing open the plastic packaging and casually tossing it aside on the floor.
She tore open one of the connected square packets with her teeth, holding it obediently between her lips as she looked over.
Chu Susu took it from her, about to open it, when she heard Han Xuan whisper almost inaudibly, “One each?”
It sounded so aggrieved.
Chu Susu chuckled and paused her movements, gently caressing the other’s face. “Do you want to be the top that badly?”
“I just… don’t want you to get too tired.”
“There’s no such thing as tiring or not in this—it’s good as long as we both enjoy it.”
“Really? Both enjoy it?” Han Xuan tilted her head, a bit puzzled. “I thought in things between girls… the top is just purely servicing the other.”
Chu Susu let out an “Ah.” “Why would you think that?”
“Isn’t it?”
Chu Susu realized she had fallen into some kind of misconception. “Of course not.”
She thought for a moment about how to explain, then patiently said, “It has nothing to do with servicing each other. It’s purely… everyone has different preferences. Some want physical pleasure, others prefer the psychological kind.”
“Psychological?”
“Yeah. For example, the top might not feel much physically, but seeing the other’s reactions and hearing those sounds gives them a huge sense of satisfaction.”
Han Xuan let out an “Oh,” seemingly trying hard to digest this new knowledge.
Chu Susu ruffled her hair. “Of course, some people are switches, like 0.5. ‘One each’ is super common, like you said.”
“I see.”
“So no need to worry about who’s servicing whom—as long as both like it.”
Chu Susu gently shifted her position, feeling her long skirt bunching up and getting wrinkled, which was rather annoying. If Han Xuan had thought being top meant just servicing the other, it made sense.
After all, her personality really didn’t seem the type.
“Want me to do it?” Chu Susu asked softly.
Han Xuan’s body trembled slightly, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks as she nodded almost imperceptibly.
When Chu Susu did those Jinjiang-banned things to her, the feeling was even more intense, even making her own fingertips tingle with that forbidden sensation.
“It’s okay.” Her right hand patted Han Xuan’s smooth rear, while her left continued the intimate motions, soothing her. “Don’t be scared.”
Han Xuan lowered her body, nestling against her neck, whispering right by her ear in a muffled, Jinjiang-banned tone, “No.”
Her voice was soft and sultry in a way Jinjiang wouldn’t allow.
While reassuring her that it was fine, Chu Susu also kissed those Jinjiang-banned lips. Han Xuan shuddered, kneeling astride her hips, instinctively wrapping her arms around herself to cover her body.
“It’ll… get dirty,” she said.
Only then did Chu Susu notice her long skirt was pinned beneath her, so she lifted the hem, letting Han Xuan sit on her knees and exposing the leggings underneath.
With the finger cot on, as she continued the fingering, Han Xuan let out a Jinjiang-banned moan. Her slender arms trembled, that sound like it was being squeezed out.
“So… weird.” She writhed shyly in a Jinjiang-banned way.
Chu Susu’s left hand tucked Han Xuan’s loose long hair behind her ear, her cool fingertips pressing against her cheek to ease that heated flush. “Don’t be afraid.”
Then she kissed her down there with her lips.
Chu Susu could feel Han Xuan desperately holding back her reactions—probably too nervous.
Someone inexperienced would tense up like this; she wouldn’t rush into penetration, just kept teasing that sensitive spot, and even through the finger cot, her fingertips soon felt it getting slick.
She mimicked oral motions with her fingers, and in moments, wetness seeped through.
Chu Susu used the finger cot for penetration, her left hand roaming to the other intimate spot. Just as she felt the buildup was about right, the person in her arms suddenly went blank-eyed and stopped squirming, looking at her with hazy, lust-filled eyes.
“Jinjiang won’t let me say…” she whispered, her expression tinged with climax. “Jinjiang won’t let me say it.”
A flushed expression spread at an unbelievable speed, dyeing her skin that erotic color, leaving her a total mess.
Chu Susu immediately understood what was happening and couldn’t help but laugh in surprise. She then cupped the back of Han Xuan’s head, forcing her close.
“Don’t be scared,” she cooed softly. “You’ll know soon enough.”
But her hands didn’t slow—rather, they sped up, ruthlessly fingering her as if determined to push her over the edge.
Chu Susu felt Han Xuan’s tears falling onto the curve of her neck and shoulder, one drop after another, crystal clear like tiny stars.
“I can’t…” She heard Han Xuan whimper through gritted teeth, but her hips kept grinding.
She was about to come.
“You can let go.”
Before the words finished, Chu Susu was drenched in her release—even the spot around her fingers was soaked.
It wasn’t just that one finger; soon her entire palm was slick.
Han Xuan shuddered violently, unable to hold herself up any longer, and collapsed fully into Chu Susu’s embrace, climaxing silently.
“Good girl.” Chu Susu kissed her forehead. “I’ll wipe my hands first.”
She grabbed a disinfectant wipe from the break room table and took a moment to clean her messy hand. Turning back, Han Xuan had already dressed and curled up at the head of the bed, staring at her unblinkingly.
Chu Susu suddenly recalled coming home to Pipi squatting eagerly by her feet, staring with the exact same look.
She climbed back onto the bed, embracing Han Xuan from behind reassuringly and patting her arm. “Cold? Want a blanket?”
“I’m fine, no need.”
Even so, Chu Susu draped a blanket over her. It wasn’t heating season yet, and the central AC was a bit chilly. Seeing Han Xuan dressed so lightly, she worried she’d catch cold.
She could smell the clean, pleasant fragrance from Han Xuan’s hair.
“Why so quiet?” Chu Susu asked. “Not turning around?”
“I…”
After a long pause, Han Xuan finally replied, her tone laced with annoyance. “Was I… too quick?”
She didn’t even dare turn to face her.
“…Silly.” Chu Susu smiled warmly. “That’s normal. What are you thinking?”
“But I saw others…”
“Others?”
Han Xuan slowly turned around but still avoided her eyes.
“I followed some bloggers online before,” she said softly. “Some fans submit and share their… sex lives.”
“Ah.” There were plenty of yuri bloggers online; Chu Susu had followed a few in the past but hadn’t checked lately.
“A lot of them say… they go a dozen times a night, for hours.” As Han Xuan spoke, she buried her head in the blanket, her voice muffled. “But me, just a few minutes and… Is something wrong with me?”
Chu Susu was amused by this adorable reaction.
“You’re laughing.” For the first time, Han Xuan sounded a bit resentful, looking at her all pitifully, dragging out her tone. “You were laughing earlier too. Don’t laugh at me.”
Even the little lamb could get mad.
“I’m not laughing at you.” Chu Susu bit her lip to stifle the laughter. “I just think you’re cute.”
“Hmph…”
“Everyone’s constitution is different—times vary, and it’s normal for lots of people to last 5 to 15 minutes.” She explained slowly, bit by bit. “As for that stuff online, just take it with a grain of salt. Maybe it’s true for some, but it doesn’t mean you’re abnormal if it’s not like that.”
“Oh…”
Han Xuan nodded seriously.
“Makes sense.” She seemed half-understanding. “Last time, you were about 10…”
Before she could finish, even though no one else could hear, Chu Susu instinctively shot her a glare. “Han. Xuan.”
Han Xuan obediently shut up and changed the subject. “Did you come with friends? I saw you standing with some girls earlier.”
“Yeah, a few friends, plus my dad and my cousin came too.”
“Your family too?”
“Yeah, but they had business to discuss, so I didn’t stick with them.”
Of course, there was another reason: she and Chu Zhen would argue if they spent more than 10 minutes together, so they just sat separately.
But she didn’t want to bring up family drama with Han Xuan.
“Business?” Han Xuan looked puzzled. “Isn’t this Han Yao’s birthday banquet? What business?”
It seemed she really had no idea—probably didn’t keep in touch with the Han family much.
Chu Susu briefly explained the bidding matter, then recalled the invitation from those people on the client’s side earlier. She self-mockingly pursed her lips. “Actually, I should have gone just now.”
“Oh? With whom?”
“I ran into a few XM executives, and they invited me to chat about future projects.”
“It’s a good opportunity.” As the client, XM was generous with their spending and had plenty of projects on hand. Even though the art team wasn’t responsible for negotiations, she’d heard a little about it. “Why didn’t you go?”
Chu Susu smiled but said nothing more.
“…”
Han Xuan nestled in her arm bend, parted her lips, then realized something as a trace of guilt colored her eyes.
“Because you came to find me?”
Chu Susu rubbed her head. “No, don’t overthink it.”
It was her own decision—no one had forced her, so it wasn’t Han Xuan’s fault.
Han Xuan thought for a moment and suggested, “How about going to find them now? There’s still a long time before it ends; it’s totally doable.”
“Forget it.”
Chu Susu shook her head without much hope, turned sideways to grab a tissue, and carefully wiped the smudged makeup from Han Xuan’s face.
“I just turned them down, and now showing up again? As the contractor treating the client like this, if I were them, I’d definitely be unhappy.”
Han Xuan let the tissue brush across her face, her voice soft like fragile cicada wings:
“I can help you.”
“How?”
Before the words even finished, she saw those inky black eyes suddenly burst with dazzling purple.
Like an aurora, swirling with countless clouds and mists, utterly captivating. It made the thin tissue seem completely nonexistent.
“I can make them forget what happened earlier.”
Chu Susu was stunned for a few seconds. Then her mouth fell open as she suddenly smacked her own forehead.
Right, there was that.
Perhaps because Han Xuan’s personality was too soft and gentle, she kept forgetting that the other possessed abilities beyond ordinary people.
Chu Susu sighed and lowered her gaze faintly. “Doing that would be like tampering with their memories, right? Doesn’t seem very moral.”
“Um…”
Han Xuan furrowed her brows with a disapproving expression, about to persuade her further, when Chu Susu suddenly looked up and said briskly:
“But I’m not that moral of a person. Compared to that, a promotion is more important.”
“…Huh?”
“So, your suggestion is perfect.” She blinked. “Let’s go.”
