Chapter 49: Dare to Do, Dare Not Admit

Yang Zhao lowered her gaze, concealing the excitement in her eyes. She feigned a cold tone. “Knowing you’re wrong is enough? Do you think I…”

Before she could finish, Hua Man stood up and took a step closer to her.

The moment her chin was hooked upward, Yang Zhao froze for several seconds.

In all her years, this was the first time someone had lifted her chin in such a flirtatious manner. Even though she had done it to Hua Man many times before, experiencing it herself felt surprisingly novel.

Before she could think further, Hua Man’s kiss descended.

Yang Zhao tilted her head slightly, dodging Hua Man’s lips. She raised an eyebrow. “You think a little kiss will make me let this slide?”

Hua Man fell silent.

Yang Zhao waited patiently. In truth, her anger had mostly dissipated when Hua Man took the initiative to apologize, but she hid it, eager to see what surprising actions Hua Man would take to soothe her.

The outcome caught her off guard.

Hua Man suddenly walked toward the door.

Yang Zhao furrowed her brows. What did this mean? Was her temper that bad? Because she wouldn’t let her kiss, she was storming off?

The next instant, the door locked with a click.

Hm?

Yang Zhao blinked. Hua Man returned, passing her to head toward the window.

With a swish, the curtains were drawn.

The room plunged into darkness, light vanishing.

Yang Zhao’s breathing quickened. In the dim room, she no longer needed to hide the excitement on her face.

Hua Man drew closer, stopping right in front of her. The two stood in mutual silence, the room so quiet that only their breathing was audible.

Moments later, Yang Zhao felt herself lifted into the air.

Hua Man’s sudden princess carry made her heart race uncontrollably.

She raised her arms, hooking them around Hua Man’s neck, then tilted her face up to offer her lips. Her tongue darted out, lightly brushing Hua Man’s lower lip.

Hua Man’s steps faltered for an instant.

Yang Zhao laughed softly. “Hua Man, walk steady.”

Hua Man didn’t respond. After a few steps, she stopped again and placed Yang Zhao on the soft bed, denying her the chance to tease further.

Hua Man’s scent enveloped her. Yang Zhao inhaled deeply, a hint of pleasure appearing in her eyes.

Sleeping alone these past few days had felt unfamiliar. Now, surrounded by Hua Man’s scent, it was comforting and reassuring.

She lay on the bed, her gaze falling on Hua Man, who knelt before her.

In the dim light, she couldn’t make out Hua Man’s expression, but she could tell the other woman was looking her way.

Yang Zhao raised an eyebrow. “Locking the door, drawing the curtains… Planning to just stare at each other on the bed?”

A shadow loomed over her.

Hua Man’s breath sprayed against her neck. Yang Zhao initially thought it was too dark for Hua Man to find the right spot, but when teeth grazed her neck, excitement surged as she realized it was deliberate.

What was this?

Had she bitten Hua Man’s neck, so now Hua Man was biting back?

In the darkness, deprived of sight, all her senses amplified exponentially.

A wet tongue swept over her skin as her neck was nibbled and sucked—not too hard, yet sending waves of tingling pleasure radiating from the spot throughout her body.

Yang Zhao’s breathing grew ragged.

She trembled with excitement.

She wanted to pounce on Hua Man, rip off her clothes, kiss every inch of her body, possess her, bully her, make her moan and cry out for her.

But she held back.

Rather than acting on her dark, wild impulses, she preferred to wait quietly and see how far Hua Man would go.

Excitement and anticipation led her to thread her fingers into Hua Man’s hair, her palm pressing against the back of her head, as if wishing to merge her into her own body.

Hua Man didn’t stop at her neck.

Before Yang Zhao could fulfill her own desire to kiss Hua Man everywhere, Hua Man took the lead.

Feeling Hua Man slip under her skirt, Yang Zhao’s breathing grew even more erratic.

She lifted her head slightly, watching the large bulge form under her skirt hem.

Yang Zhao smiled silently.

Silly girl. She was wearing a fitted waist skirt—could Hua Man really reach her red plum from down there?

The next moment, sensing Hua Man’s movements, Yang Zhao’s body stiffened.

The fabric inside was peeled away, her legs parted, and hot breath sprayed between her thighs.

Yang Zhao’s pupils contracted slightly.

The scorching breath, soft lips, and agile, forceful tongue were impossible to ignore.

She couldn’t hold back a sound.

Her legs instinctively clamped, but could only press weakly against Hua Man’s shoulders.

In that moment, she couldn’t tell if Hua Man’s tongue was too slick or if she herself had melted into a puddle. In the quiet, dark room, the wet sounds gradually rose.

It felt so good.

Spring colors bloomed at the corners of her eyes as she savored every lick and suck.

But Hua Man was still too inexperienced, sometimes unaware of her strength. When teeth accidentally scraped, white light exploded in Yang Zhao’s mind, and she trembled uncontrollably.

That loss of control thrilled her, making even her blood boil.

Hua Man emerged from under her skirt.

Yang Zhao sat up and leaned toward her.

Hua Man’s face was still splattered with a large patch of wetness, her eyes downcast, avoiding Yang Zhao’s gaze.

Yang Zhao chuckled lightly and pinched Hua Man’s chin.

She pinched hard, causing Hua Man’s mouth to part slightly, revealing her tongue inside.

Yang Zhao raised her other hand, slipping her index finger into Hua Man’s mouth and stirring her tongue gently. “Look at me.”

Hua Man’s lashes trembled, but her eyes remained lowered.

Yang Zhao paused, then added her middle finger. The two slender digits clamped the slick tongue.

Yang Zhao smiled. “Dare to do but dare not admit?”

Her fingertip rubbed the wet tongue gently, her eyes darkening. “Weren’t you bold just now?”

With that, she leaned down, her tongue flicking across Hua Man’s face to lap up the lingering dew.

Hua Man’s tongue pushed her fingers aside. With her fingers still in her mouth, her voice came out muffled.

“Are you still angry?”

“Angry? Of course I’m angry.”

Yang Zhao withdrew her glistening fingers and leaned close to Hua Man’s ear, whispering, “Fires need water to extinguish, Manman.”

Her fingers trailed down Hua Man’s body, pausing at a certain spot before pressing in, sinking through the fabric of her pants.

Feeling Hua Man’s breathing turn rapid and chaotic, Yang Zhao grew excited again.

She withdrew her hand. Though she wanted to devour her completely, she insisted on Hua Man taking the initiative. “Take off your clothes.”

She was like a child with a new toy, always craving even more novel, thrilling ways to play.

Hua Man pursed her lips.

From the moment she had slipped under Yang Zhao’s skirt, her mind had gone blank.

Unable to think, filled only with the fragrance in her breaths and the sweet nectar on her tongue.

Only now did she regain some clarity. She could hardly believe that person had been her.

That she could do something like that.

Crawling under Yang Zhao’s skirt to taste her there…

Her face burned hot enough to fry pancakes. Enduring the shame, Hua Man raised her hand to unbutton her shirt.

Under the dim light, Yang Zhao’s predatory gaze was impossible to ignore, making her feel as if she had already been stripped bare.

Her fingers paused on the buttons.

Hua Man suddenly realized something. Yang Zhao’s anger had subsided, her goal achieved—did she really need to give herself away?

With that thought, she dropped her hand.

“What?”

Yang Zhao frowned slightly.

“I’m hungry.” In the darkness, Hua Man met her gaze steadily, her voice calm.

Yang Zhao: “…”

Hua Man leaned over and turned on the room light. Bright illumination shattered the darkness, and both women instinctively squinted.

When Hua Man adjusted and looked at Yang Zhao, the other woman was staring at her with a sullen face.

Hua Man repeated, “I didn’t eat lunch. I’m hungry.”

“You took off my panties, and now you say that?” Though Yang Zhao tried to restrain herself, her words carried a gritted edge.

“…Sorry.”

Hua Man lowered her eyes, her peripheral vision catching the fabric she had removed from Yang Zhao’s legs, now fallen to the floor.

She bent down, picked up the cooled panties, and hesitated before offering them back to Yang Zhao.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao let out a cold, angry laugh. She rose from the bed, snatched them, and flung them onto Hua Man’s face. “You took them off. They’re yours now.”

With that, she stormed out, face icy.

The thin fabric smacked her face lightly before fluttering into her lap. Hua Man’s cheeks burned, the light material suddenly feeling as heavy as a hot potato.

She glanced down, a slight sense of relief washing over her.

Though Yang Zhao had seemed furious upon leaving, it was worlds apart from her anger the past few days.

Hua Man vaguely sensed Yang Zhao had a bottom line. As long as it wasn’t crossed, any anger was minor—forgotten in a turn.

Without dwelling further, she took the fabric to the bathroom. Standing before the sink, she looked up, and her gaze froze.

In the mirror, her eyes still held unfamiliar traces of lust, her lips red and swollen, a prominent hickey on her neck.

A hickey with lingering tooth marks.

Deeply intimate.

As if she had just done that kind of thing.

She clutched the evidence in her hand. Thinking of what she had done to Yang Zhao, Hua Man’s face burned hotter.

She hadn’t expected herself to go that far just to appease Yang Zhao.

*

Hua Man’s guess was correct.

After she washed the “evidence,” a knock sounded at the door.

A servant had come to invite her to dinner in the hall.

Having anticipated Yang Zhao’s anger had faded, Hua Man wasn’t surprised.

Along the way, whether the guiding servant or those she passed, all treated her with utmost respect—clearly, Yang Zhao’s “kill the chicken to warn the monkeys” had worked.

Yet Hua Man felt a twinge of frustration.

She realized no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t compare to Yang Zhao.

She had built up so much mental fortitude to suppress her morals, even smashing food in someone’s face, and while effective, the impact was limited, requiring further effort.

But Yang Zhao effortlessly intimidated everyone with a single move.

The same “kill the chicken”—hers warned the monkeys, while Yang Zhao’s awed every creature in the natural world.

Soon, though, Hua Man adjusted her mindset.

There was no need to compare with Yang Zhao. This was Yang Zhao’s domain, where her authority was long-established. Fear of her was natural.

In the end, she was the beneficiary. No room for complaints. She even owed Yang Zhao thanks for sparing her trouble.

She arrived at the hall.

Before entering, Hua Man quickly scanned inside. The previous mess was gone, replaced by the aroma of dishes.

Yang Zhao had changed into a bright, tender pink skirt.

She was beautiful, with fair skin that made anything she wore striking. Now, she lounged casually in her exclusive seat, while Yu Shan bent at her side, whispering something.

Her mood seemed good, her eyes tinged with smiles.

Spotting Hua Man, Yu Shan stopped speaking and stepped back.

Yang Zhao looked up. Seeing Hua Man frozen at the door, she beckoned. “Come here.”

A servant quietly pulled out the chair opposite her.

Hua Man suppressed her thoughts and sat across from Yang Zhao.

The table was laden with exquisite dishes, full of color, aroma, and appeal—clearly, the chef had put in great effort.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Yang Zhao lifted her chin briefly, concise. “Eat.”

She showed no intention of eating herself.

Hua Man didn’t ask. At this hour, Yang Zhao couldn’t possibly still be hungry.

But with Yang Zhao doing nothing but staring intently as she ate, it inevitably affected her.

After a few bites, Hua Man couldn’t help lifting her eyes to meet hers.

She said nothing. Their gazes locked for a moment until Yang Zhao moved first.

She leisurely picked up her chopsticks. Just as Hua Man thought she would finally eat, Yang Zhao clamped a dish and extended it toward her.

Miss Yang’s tone rose playfully. “Ah—”

She was going to feed her.

Yu Shan’s envious gaze turned dagger-like.

Unwilling to provoke Yang Zhao now, Hua Man steeled herself and opened her mouth.

“Good girl.”

Yang Zhao praised her with a beaming smile.

Hua Man’s face heated up involuntarily. Independent since childhood, she couldn’t recall the last time someone had fed her like this.

Perhaps she was still too young to remember such things.

In any case, she simply couldn’t recall any such memories.

It was as if she had regressed twenty years, back to an age where someone else had to feed her.

It felt extremely uncomfortable.

Hua Man suppressed those emotions and continued eating the food in her bowl.

But after just a few seconds, Yang Zhao started picking up more food with her chopsticks again. Hua Man’s eyelid twitched. Sure enough, in the next moment, Yang Zhao extended her chopsticks toward her once more.

Seeing that she wasn’t opening her mouth cooperatively, Yang Zhao seemed to lose patience and commanded forcefully, “Open your mouth.”

With a silent sigh in her heart, she opened her mouth again.

She could at least be grateful that she wasn’t picky about food and could eat most dishes.

But Yang Zhao seemed to have grown addicted to feeding her. In the end, Hua Man felt full and set down her bowl and chopsticks, yet Yang Zhao was still holding up her chopsticks to feed her more.

Hua Man frowned.

She no longer held back and refused, “I’m full.”

But Yang Zhao still pressed that piece of meat against her lips, smiling without mirth as she said, “How are you full already? Isn’t this little mouth of yours quite capable of eating?”

She deliberately emphasized the word “eating” at the end. Even though Hua Man really didn’t want to understand the implication right away, upon meeting Yang Zhao’s meaningful gaze, she immediately got it.

No wonder.

No wonder she had suddenly started feeding her like this.

Hua Man could feel the heat rising to her face. She pursed her lips and feigned composure. “I’m really full.”

She had deliberately pretended not to understand Yang Zhao’s innuendo.

But how could Yang Zhao let her off so easily? She immediately followed up, “That’s true. You should also drink your fill of water.”

She discussed those bedroom matters so openly, especially with others present, making it impossible for Hua Man to maintain her facade of calm.

Seeing the change in her expression, Yang Zhao raised a brow. “What’s wrong? Dare to do it, but not dare to admit it?”