Chapter 63: Sweet and Sour
Ye Qizhen shook her head, her face heating up faster than Wen Yu’s.
Wen Yu whispered to her, “You can choose anywhere you want, I like it all.”
Ye Qizhen’s face burned completely. Indeed, no matter how hard she tried to let go, she couldn’t compare to Wen Yu. She could even imagine later—
Wen Yu bit her lip and smiled, knowing she had overestimated.
From the sofa, they kissed all the way to the bedside.
It was only past nine o’clock when they lay on the bed, thoughts very “impure.” Having been busy all day, they were clearly tired in the afternoon, but now fatigue had vanished into thin air.
Although both of them had done their homework specifically after that day, having no experience, it was a lie to say they weren’t nervous. Hugging quietly for a while usually calmed the mind, but tonight it seemed to have the opposite effect.
The bedding was soft, the duvet cover newly changed today, carrying a dry and comfortable fragrance. But Ye Qizhen felt it was far less pleasant than the scent on Wen Yu. She sometimes felt Wen Yu wasn’t wrong to call her a puppy.
Wen Yu tidied the stray hair on Ye Qizhen’s forehead, watching entranced. “Baby.”
Ye Qizhen liked hearing Wen Yu call her so clingily, and loved Wen Yu staring at her like this, with only her in her eyes. Suddenly realizing the nightdress on Wen Yu looked familiar, memories were triggered.
“What are you looking at?” Wen Yu noticed Ye Qizhen’s restless gaze.
“I remember the first time I stayed overnight in your dorm,” Ye Qizhen pretended to be calm, “You wore this dress too. Did you do it on purpose?”
“On purpose for what?” Wen Yu played dumb and asked with a smile, engaging in the chat.
“…Flirting with me.” Ye Qizhen paused, trying hard to find a suitable word. Wen Yu wore this spaghetti strap dress back then, so revealing. Who would wear this when sleeping with a friend? That night, she didn’t dare get too close to Wen Yu while sleeping, almost sticking to the wall.
That means it worked. Wen Yu was inexplicably happy. She looked at Ye Qizhen ambiguously, admitting righteously, “Mn, I’ve been seducing you all along.”
It was the truth. From the initial playful teasing to later discovering she really liked her, she always had ulterior motives towards Ye Qizhen.
As she spoke, Wen Yu leaned closer, her smile moving. Ye Qizhen swallowed, thinking of how Wen Yu loved treating her like this before they were together. She whispered fittingly: “Vixen…”
Wen Yu was quite happy to hear Ye Qizhen call her a vixen. She took the opportunity to press over Ye Qizhen, pinching her waist.
Playing around on the bed, crisp laughter filled the room for a while. Ye Qizhen twisted her body and laughed for a while. Just as she decided to admit defeat and beg for mercy, Wen Yu stopped, staring quietly at her brows and eyes.
The atmosphere changed.
Wen Yu hooked her lips, lowering her voice, “Say it again.”
“Vi…” Ye Qizhen was distracted and prepared to say it again, but the trailing note suddenly turned into a low moan. Wen Yu took advantage of her speaking to lower her head and kiss her, soft tongue gently stirring hers. Couldn’t speak anymore.
Wen Yu had fantasized about kissing Ye Qizhen countless times, but didn’t dare expect too much back then. This was probably why she loved pestering Ye Qizhen for kisses after getting together. Wanting to fill the unsatisfied gaps of the past.
Ye Qizhen was also active, kissing until the root of her tongue was numb, still constantly responding to Wen Yu’s deep kiss.
After a long time, their lips parted in light kisses, exchanging breath, both hearts uncontrollable. Wen Yu brushed away the bangs on Ye Qizhen’s forehead, kissing her forehead, brow, eyes, nose tip, and corner of the mouth with hot breath.
Ye Qizhen’s tense nerves gradually relaxed. Wen Yu’s gentleness shown only in front of her was too touching. Wanting to occupy it completely, as soon as her breathing calmed slightly, she urgently captured Wen Yu’s lips again.
Wen Yu closed her eyes, enjoying Ye Qizhen’s passion.
Unknowingly, it became silent, leaving only earnest focus.
Tonight they got along exceptionally gently, evident in every look at each other. Except when kissing and getting close, carrying uncontrollable enthusiasm. Inevitable.
Late at night, not knowing when the movie ended, the room was silent. Except for the rustling of sheets and deep and shallow breathing lingering in ears, making emotions increasingly out of control.
Late night could silence many things, but not the love for a person. Within the embrace without barriers, all was liking and joy—
Until the latter half of the night, neither had slept.
Wen Yu hugged Ye Qizhen from behind, pressing her face against the back of her neck, inhaling deeply, her heart rate still irregular. She liked the scent on Ye Qizhen; tonight, it was simply engraved into her bones.
Ye Qizhen called out softly, “Wen Yu.”
Wen Yu spoke gently: “What’s wrong?”
Ye Qizhen didn’t know what was wrong either. Inexplicably, she just couldn’t help wanting to call her name, losing count of how many times she had called. She turned over somewhat clumsily, embracing Wen Yu face to face, rubbing against Wen Yu’s chest in a daze like a startled sheep.
Wen Yu wiped the fine sweat from Ye Qizhen’s forehead. The air conditioner temperature wasn’t high; she pulled the quilt to cover Ye Qizhen well, then kissed Ye Qizhen’s shoulder lightly.
As if competing, Ye Qizhen softly returned a kiss on Wen Yu’s neck.
Wen Yu smiled, rubbing her flushed cheeks playfully.
Ye Qizhen posed as if letting anyone bully her, gazing at Wen Yu’s face up close. The bedside lamp emitted a warm yellow light. She could see the fine fuzz on Wen Yu’s cheeks and the blush that hadn’t faded yet. Many scenes from tonight floated into her mind again—heartbeats never tasted before.
Wen Yu’s low voice was hoarse. “Sleepy?”
Seeing the lips red and pouty, Ye Qizhen reached out and touched them a few times; soft as jelly. She didn’t answer Wen Yu, unable to resist pecking at Wen Yu’s lips again. All night long, like being possessed.
Wen Yu cooperated and kissed her a few times. Seeing Ye Qizhen still pestering without stopping, “Haven’t kissed enough?”
Ye Qizhen looked at her, very thick-skinned: “Mn.”
Seeing this, Wen Yu brushed back her messy hair, changed to a more comfortable angle, and offered her lips for Ye Qizhen to kiss, responding to every request. First taste, still wanting more, but really had no strength left. They were tired today to begin with, and had tossed and turned for three or four hours at night.
Kissing and hugging, being cloying for another ten minutes or so, the waves receded, and heartbeats gradually calmed down. Perhaps both tired, they were very well-behaved after kissing, simply hugging each other.
Hugging softly together, looking at each other on the same pillow, sweet even without speaking.
Ye Qizhen had no energy left at all, just wanting to sleep hugging Wen Yu.
Wen Yu wasn’t much better. Seeing Ye Qizhen hugging tightly, she whispered, “Clingy spirit.”
Clingy spirit it is. Having held nothing back from Wen Yu, how could she remember reserve? Ye Qizhen didn’t mind exposing her nature completely to Wen Yu at all. She looked up at Wen Yu with a coquettish smile, saying smugly, “Anyway, someone likes me clinging to her.”
“Really?” Wen Yu smiled lazily. “Who likes it?”
“Wen Yu likes it.” When Ye Qizhen said these four words, her dimples were deep, and her voice was especially sweet.
Wen Yu tweaked Ye Qizhen’s nose, her smile deepening, then pressed her whole body into Ye Qizhen’s arms, squinting for a nap. Her little sun was so warm. Although Ye Qizhen looked thin and small, she wasn’t bony; hugging her to sleep was much more comfortable than hugging a body pillow.
Ye Qizhen circled Wen Yu’s waist; only a handful, so thin. She stroked it, sighing lightly in Wen Yu’s ear: “So thin, have to eat more in the future.” She didn’t feel it so directly before; Wen Yu really needed to be nourished properly. Too thin; hugging her made her heart ache.
“Okay, eat more.” Wen Yu responded.
Wen Yu at this moment was so soft. Ye Qizhen caressed Wen Yu’s cheek, then traced the contour from Wen Yu’s nose bridge to her lips with her fingertips, zoning out.
Wen Yu hummed, biting Ye Qizhen’s neck extremely lightly, closing her eyes and acting coquettishly: “Itchy.” Then she pulled Ye Qizhen’s arm around her waist, letting Ye Qizhen hug her properly.
Ye Qizhen understood, hugging Wen Yu tightly while squinting her eyes in a smile.
