Chapter 25 Part 1

Jiang Li’s hand rested on the doorknob, but for a moment, she didn’t dare turn around.

The gaze falling on her was dark and inscrutable. After last night’s ordeal, Jiang Li now fully understood Luo Yihuan’s true nature.

Not a trace of aloof detachment—completely unhinged and obsessive.

Jiang Li stood frozen in place, unmoving, which naturally led Luo Yihuan to interpret her stiffness in an entirely different way.

“Come here.”

Luo Yihuan’s voice was low and husky, laced with obsession as she stared fixedly at the figure clutching the doorknob.

“Li Li, come here.”

She stood rooted to the spot, her eyes gleaming with dark intensity. Her fingers dug into her palm so hard they broke the skin, the pain screaming through her flesh, but she ignored it entirely.

The voice from behind sounded calm and rational, as if she were simply asking Jiang Li to grab something and leave. But Jiang Li knew better—it wasn’t that at all.

If she turned back now, she would never escape.

“Luo Yihuan, I told you already. We’re only suited to be friends.”

She repeated her earlier rejection without turning around, her eyes fixed on the patterns carved into the door panel.

“Why? You clearly like me too.”

Luo Yihuan didn’t understand. In her eyes, Jiang Li harbored the same feelings—the same desire for her.

She had seen it in Jiang Li’s gaze before, an expression she knew all too well.

Sometimes, when Jiang Li looked at her, beneath that gentle warmth flickered obsession and affection, twinkling like stars in those beautiful eyes.

Was it…?

Luo Yihuan fell silent. Her fingers rose quietly and began undoing the buttons of her crisp white shirt, one by one.

Jiang Li didn’t turn, so she had no idea what was happening behind her. She bit her tongue, trying to shake off the lingering haze from the Dream Realm.

Her lips moved as she explained softly to the person behind her. “Friends can like each other too. What I feel for you is a friend’s affection.”

“Wasn’t our time together before quite pleasant? Why do you insist on being lovers?”

After rambling on for a bit, there was no response from behind. It felt like the person had vanished completely.

Puzzled, Jiang Li’s ears twitched slightly at the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She grew alert, gripping the doorknob tightly, ready to bolt at any moment.

Suddenly, a pale, slender hand reached around from behind her. As Jiang Li’s eyes widened, it gently covered the back of her hand, where veins bulged from her tension. A faint fragrance wafted into her nose.

Her body shuddered, a tremor shooting from her feet to her scalp. The figure behind her leaned in closer, and Jiang Li didn’t dare move.

“Li Li.” A soft call, laced with seductive warmth.

Her back trembled lightly. The white shirt she wore shifted with it, the fabric brushing against something flushed and red, producing a muffled moan right by Jiang Li’s ear.

That familiar groan jolted her fully awake.

Wait!

Her eyelashes fluttered open wide, stars exploding in her eyes. As Luo Yihuan drew nearer, something soft and substantial pressed against Jiang Li’s back through the thin fabric.

No, that wasn’t the point.

Trembling, Jiang Li’s gaze traced up from the pale wrist. Her eyes grew even wider until she saw the bare arm above it, unmarked by any clothing. Shock flashed across her face.

She yanked her hand from the doorknob and stepped forward, practically plastering herself against the door.

Refusing to believe it yet clinging to a sliver of hope, she asked, “Luo Yihuan, did you… take off your clothes?”

As if rewarding her insight, Luo Yihuan stepped forward two paces, brushing past her from behind. “Li Li’s so smart.”

No, I don’t want to be this smart.

Jiang Li desperately tried to evade the approaching figure, but Luo Yihuan was relentless, pressing up against her. The faint fragrance and soft curves enveloped her, turning the tips of Jiang Li’s ears pink.

Memories from the Dream Realm echoed in her mind—the same position, tumbling through several spots. Covering her face in humiliated embarrassment, Jiang Li mumbled, “Put your clothes back on!”

A muffled chuckle rumbled from Luo Yihuan’s throat. She watched Jiang Li keep her head bowed, refusing to look. The hand that had been on the doorknob reached for the one covering Jiang Li’s face.

Her grip on Jiang Li’s wrist was firm. The softness pressed insistently against Jiang Li’s back, and she feared that any struggle might hit one of those maddening sensitive spots.

Last night’s lesson had been thorough; she didn’t dare move recklessly.

She let Luo Yihuan hold her hand and guide it backward.

That familiar wetness and warmth. Jiang Li’s eyes trembled. She bit her lower lip, a flush blooming across her cheeks.

Luo Yihuan was licking her hand.

The agile tongue started at the wrist, where veins intertwined, gliding upward inch by inch. When the wrist couldn’t hold more, trails of saliva slipped down the tender skin, glistening transparently.

Luo Yihuan seemed particularly fond of her hands. She lifted Jiang Li’s wrist high, waves of tingling numbness from licks, bites, and nibbles coursing through it. The soft patch between thumb and wrist turned bright red from the attention.

Just like last night.

The wet kisses paused at her fingertips. Luo Yihuan stilled for a moment.

Then, her lips brushed the tips tenderly, as if cherishing a priceless treasure.

Jiang Li’s fingers quivered, as if sensing that affection.

“How’s that? Li Li, do you like my service?”

Her husky whisper brushed Jiang Li’s ear. Luo Yihuan followed up with a lick to the reddened earlobe, her eyes gleaming with delight.

“I’ll give you anything you like.” Her tongue traced the curve of the ear, her words dripping with temptation. “Including my body.”

Things I like.

Her ear was already rubbed raw and pink by Luo Yihuan. Jiang Li’s eyes shimmered with mist, unwittingly taking on a seductive allure.

“Taste me. Touch me. I can let you feel everything about me.”

Luo Yihuan nuzzled the back of Jiang Li’s neck, her hot breath fanning across the skin, causing tiny shivers from the heat.

Jiang Li’s neck burned. The air around her grew thin. Her exhaled heat fogged the door, and in her daze, her fingers left smudges on it.

“Come on. You’ll like it.”

Guiding that hand, Luo Yihuan led it slowly downward along her own curves.

A graceful neck arched back. Trembling fingertips grazed the prominent throat, which bobbed lightly, setting the surrounding skin quivering.

Last night, while drinking the sweet nectar she had labored so hard to coax forth, it had been just like this.

Lips sealed over the source, sucking deeply from between those soft folds. When Luo Yihuan lifted her head, droplets clung to her forehead and eyelashes.

Water slipped into the corner of her eye, trailing down beside it. Undeterred, she pulled Jiang Li upright, her elegant throat rolling sharply as she swallowed gulp after thirst-quenching gulp.

Her lips, washed thoroughly by the fluid, gleamed like they were coated in a sheer sheen.

So… lewd.

Jiang Li’s eyes snapped wide. She closed them and turned, halting the descending fingers at her collarbone and holding them there firmly.

With her eyes shut, she couldn’t see the darkening gaze Luo Yihuan fixed on her. Her lashes trembled violently, casting flickering shadows on her lids.

“Let go!” Her voice rang clear but trembled involuntarily.

Luo Yihuan tilted her head, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes. She bargained, “Then open your eyes and look at me.”

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Li said, “Fine.”

The grip on her wrist released, and as promised, Jiang Li slowly opened her eyes.

Better if she hadn’t!

Her lips pressed into a thin line. The sight before her was even more captivating than she’d imagined—she’d underestimated their height difference.

Bright lights from Luo Yihuan’s room illuminated her delicate frame, casting a hazy glow over the pristine skin, lending it an exquisite tenderness.

Every inch seemed like a masterpiece sculpted by the goddess herself. Luo Yihuan’s lashes fluttered, partially veiling her eyes, but Jiang Li cursed her own sharp vision.

In that brief glance, she had already memorized the moles dotting the snowy curves and elegant collarbone.

Her breath hitched. Jiang Li negotiated, “Can you please put your clothes back on?”

“I want you.”

Slender fingers grazed that beautiful cheek. Luo Yihuan was entranced by the touch of their skin. She shifted closer, her breath ghosting over the collarbone.

Jiang Li watched the pale skin before her contract then swell with deeper breaths. She held her breath, staring only at the throat.

“I want you.”

Luo Yihuan’s voice carried undisguised desire as she turned her head, her eyes brimming with feral intensity.

She gently cupped the lovely face before her, rubbing against it repeatedly. “Li Li likes my body, right? Devour it. It’s very obedient—it likes you too.”

As Luo Yihuan’s words grew bolder, Jiang Li reached out, pinching her cheeks and shoving her away with flushed annoyance.

“When did I ever say I liked your body?!”

Even as she denied it, Jiang Li’s eyes involuntarily flicked over the stunning form before her. Her gaze dipped, and her eyes wavered.

“Luo Yihuan! You—!”

Her entire face burned crimson. Jiang Li didn’t dare let her eyes wander; she could only tilt her head up to stare at Luo Yihuan’s face.

That meant the overwhelming love and obsession in Luo Yihuan’s eyes showered down unabated. Jiang Li’s breath stuttered.

Her words died on her lips, which parted slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue.

Luo Yihuan dismissively eyed her own naked form. Her pale thigh advanced, wedging between Jiang Li’s legs and rubbing teasingly.

Jiang Li shuddered, moisture gleaming in her eyes. Last night’s memories lingered in her body’s responses—the damn sensitivity.

The locked bedroom door was at her back; Luo Yihuan’s naked body and ever-ready hands at her front.

Assessing the imbalance of power, Jiang Li reluctantly cupped Luo Yihuan’s face and said softly, “I’m not leaving. Will you put your clothes back on?”

The creamy figure swayed before her, even the flushed peaks temptingly cherry-red. Controlling her gaze took immense effort.

Seeing Luo Yihuan’s stubborn stare unrelenting, Jiang Li sighed and rose on tiptoe, lashes drooping to veil her eyes.

She planted a warm kiss on Luo Yihuan’s forehead.

The touch was clear, carrying heat. As Jiang Li stretched up, their shadows elongated. Luo Yihuan held her breath, unwilling to shatter the moment.

Eyes wide and yearning, Luo Yihuan gazed at Jiang Li’s smiling face, fixating on those slightly pursed lips.