Chapter 35

Cold Beauty Young Lady

So hot.

Even knowing this place resembled molten lava, walking along its edge and feeling the temperature firsthand made the volcano’s crater feel even more scorching. Molten rock trickled down the mountainside with every tremor.

The heat around her body rose rapidly. A flush of excitement her pristine skin, like ink spreading across fine canvas, adorning this exquisite work.

A childlike, unadulterated joy bloomed on her beautiful cheeks.

Sweat beaded on her forehead. The carefully styled curls from the banquet were now slick and straight, tangled together in a damp, sticky mess.

Strands of hair were casually swept aside by their owner, only to fall back down, clinging stickily once more.

Light and shadow interplayed in the room, with two figures—one tall, one short.

The taller woman still had a chain attached to her wrist, its shadow clinking and swaying wildly, as if her movements were disturbing it.

“You… hand…”

Her palm gripped tender skin tightly, her throat bobbing as her voice mingled with other sounds in her ear.

Jiang Li instinctively felt Luo Yihuan’s grip on her tightening. She tried to press her lips together, refusing to speak as if sulking like a petulant child.

But even with her lips pressed shut, she couldn’t stop it.

Wasting wasn’t a good habit.

So Jiang Li wiped the corner of her mouth with her fingertip and drew her lips in.

She let out a muffled grunt. In that instant, sparks flashed through her brain. Her head tilted back uncontrollably, tracing a sharp, elegant line. Luo Yihuan yanked the hair in her grasp even tighter.

It was a sensation she’d never fully experienced before.

Luo Yihuan called out Jiang Li’s name again and again, her voice a murmur laced with deep affection.

The stray hairs on her forehead were nearly soaked. Jiang Li pinched the skin beneath her hand tighter, her gaze lingering there, along with the red streaks left by her fingertips.

Those red marks weren’t just in that spot—they appeared elsewhere too. Nail imprints dotted the skin, still faintly showing the woman’s vibrant nail polish.

Some scratches stood out especially vividly, as if blood might well up any second, looking utterly alarming.

It wasn’t that Jiang Li didn’t care for her; Luo Yihuan had always been reckless. Even when held tightly, she’d squirm and try to break free from Jiang Li’s embrace with little movements.

As soon as Jiang Li let go, Luo Yihuan would deliberately tease her, leaning forward for a hug.

Later, Jiang Li decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

But just as things quieted on one side, she’d start fussing on the other.

Her voice grew hoarse from calling out, yet the air trembled now and then with overwhelming shivers. Luo Yihuan reluctantly extended her wrist, its pale knuckles trembling slightly.

The room door stood ajar. That pale wrist seemed chilled by the breeze, quivering in the air as if about to fall.

A faint breeze carried a subtle fragrance. Her voice husky, she murmured, “Jiang Li, hold… hand.”

Alright, she’d hold it. Jiang Li struggled to embrace Luo Yihuan.

Her fingertips reached out, and to grasp that palm, Jiang Li buried her cheek deeper, letting out a satisfied sound.

Lying on the blanket and looking up, Luo Yihuan’s eyes brimmed with sated pleasure—at Jiang Li’s entranced, obsessed expression, lost in her.

Yes, just like that. Obsessed only with me.

Don’t look at anyone else. Don’t look…

Her outstretched fingertips were just shy of touching. She strained to grasp…

Luo Yihuan stared fixedly at Jiang Li, unsatisfied with the status quo. She shifted forward, pressing closer and closer.

“Mmm…”

She bit her lip in excitement, watching Jiang Li draw nearer step by step. The corners of her eyes flushed pink with moisture, evidence of the rain-like sweat, a trembling droplet still clinging to her lashes.

The deeper Jiang Li buried her face, the more Luo Yihuan’s heart burned. Heat surged through her limbs, her whole body igniting.

At last, the fingertips were fully enveloped in a palm. The damp hands intertwined like pulling taffy in their shared grip, scorching hot, sticking uncomfortably tight—but neither minded.

Scorching breaths enveloped them, nearly transforming the air before them into something uniquely theirs, laced with decadent intimacy.

Jiang Li gazed only at Luo Yihuan, who in turn watched only the Jiang Li drowning in her, eyes holding no one else.

For Jiang Li, who seemed thrilled to bury her entire face…

The visual impact hit hard. Luo Yihuan shuddered involuntarily, her cheeks flushing with mesmerized pink.

Even like this, moments of shyness still struck her.

Her nose tip met something soft, greeted with fervent warmth.

The kiss was too forceful. For a moment, Luo Yihuan dazedly wondered if she could be even more passionate, if she’d open everything to Jiang Li.

To this woman, full of lies yet whom she’d willingly drown for.

“Mmph!?”

Jiang Li actually…!

Luo Yihuan felt a hand slap her ass, her body tensing, heart leaping in disbelief.

The strike wasn’t hard, but the tingling itch it left scratched at her core.

Her eyes widened in pained shock. She lifted her gaze, meeting those rippling, watery eyes—and clearly saw a flicker of dissatisfaction at their depths.

“You’re not focused.”

Her throat, moistened countless times, should have been clear, yet her voice remained hoarse, suppressing emotion.

Luo Yihuan’s lips twitched imperceptibly. Then, she let out a low chuckle, her eyes sparkling with excitement and delight. Her body quivered faintly.

In that moment, a long-extinguished spark in her heart reignited, ever so slowly.

In Luo Yihuan’s mind, they were simply adult lovers who’d shared one night—selfishly seeking pleasure, thrilled at the sight of the other’s obsession, satisfying some psychological need.

But Jiang Li shattered that notion.

Right here, now, Jiang Li was actually paying attention to her feelings.

Following the joy blooming in her heart, Luo Yihuan responded honestly. She curved her lips upward in delight, arching her neck fully into view.

The blanket beneath her sagged in one spot.

Hit like that, and still responding like this?

Jiang Li’s gaze dropped, and as if sensing the attention, it reacted with eager excitement.

Jiang Li’s cheeks flushed with shame.

“It loved what you just said, Li Li.”

The whisper echoed softly in her ear. Jiang Li’s lashes fluttered lightly, but another thought bubbled up—More than my words, it seems to love me spanking it?

A notion born from Luo Yihuan’s peculiar kinks and rogue logic.

“Keep going.”

The light words hooked her with real force, like a seductress’s lure, beckoning with a mere gesture and trembling at her heart.

The clinking rang out again. Jiang Li leaned closer.

A familiar voice murmured low in her ear. In this moment, Jiang Li suddenly recalled that dream from three years ago, a wicked idea sparking.

In that dream from three years prior—which Jiang Li even saw as Luo Yihuan’s initiation of her—she’d learned so much from Luo Yihuan.

Later, she’d returned it all in full.

Right then, Luo Yihuan suddenly remembered too, if only for an instant, lost in a daze that passed quickly.

Smiling Jiang Li, gentle Jiang Li who cared for her so meticulously, and the Jiang Li who’d left her only to return…

Layer upon layer of phantoms flickered before her eyes, appearing and vanishing swiftly—just a moment.

Her mind muddled, Luo Yihuan suddenly found the room’s sounds noisy.

The heavy clanging back and forth, the woman’s husky murmurs, the faint winds drifting through.

Amid the subtle gurgles, the “lake” master’s deliberate control kept the ripples minimal.

With both occupied, the vibrant petals unfurling in the air went unnoticed.

Finally, Jiang Li leaned in for a look.

Moments later,

Luo Yihuan seemed to cry before her. Jiang Li had been focused on her task, meticulous and attentive, but spotting those half-lidded, tearful eyes brought back that dream.

The things Luo Yihuan had done to her there.

Tracing upward over countless vistas, she finally covered those endlessly moaning lips.

“Baby, open up.”

“To quench your thirst.”

Jiang Li slowly passed the last bit of water from her mouth, her eyes gleaming brightly, the corners crinkling with mischievous laughter, wicked bubbles rising in her heart.

Her other hand clutched the palm, stroking knuckles and backs, soothing the trembling woman—still as gentle as ever.

But unexpectedly, Luo Yihuan felt no shame about it.

No, this was exactly her style—why feel shame?

Thinking so, Jiang Li realized.

Watching Luo Yihuan’s eyes and expression quiver with growing excitement, breaths and tongue sounds in her ear, Jiang Li saw unmasked delight in her gaze upon realizing she was watched.

Their lips parted slowly. She brushed the corner of Jiang Li’s mouth, rubbing lightly.

“Li Li, do you like my taste?”

The counter-question came as Luo Yihuan’s fingertips caressed her face, wiping traces from her nose tip.

Seeing her face marked entirely with her own handiwork, Luo Yihuan was quite satisfied.

Her eyes curved slightly, tails lifting in a seductive arc. Luo Yihuan leaned to Jiang Li’s ear and whispered, “Thirsty no more, Li Li?”

Jiang Li didn’t answer. Luo Yihuan didn’t seem to want one anyway, continuing on her own, her breath tickling Jiang Li’s ear and raising goosebumps.

“You drank so much—better moisten that throat well.”

“Or you won’t be able to call out later.”

Before Jiang Li could ponder, in an instant, the paused leg gave her a light kick, toppling her. Luo Yihuan’s body settled steadily atop hers.

A soft gasp escaped. The room filled with rustling sounds again. Her wrist was lifted high then pressed down, thudding onto the carpet.

Fingers clamped the wrist, sending echoes through the room—a sound utterly beautiful to Luo Yihuan’s ears.

Arching a brow, she leaned down close. That usually cool face now brimmed with lazy satisfaction, the long-pent-up emotions unleashed fully.

Her lips quirked, spitting words filthy beyond that moon-pure visage.

“That’s not how you use this.”

Luo Yihuan twisted away downward, taking mere steps. Her perfectly sculpted curves—refined shoulders and neck, full figure, flat stomach, alluring waist dimples, and the gliding flow—captivated Jiang Li’s gaze entirely.

She bent down, rummaging at the bedside for something in her palm, then with a click, removed the lock from the bedpost.

She approached slowly. Jiang Li glanced at her own hand, realizing both ends could connect to wrists.

Looking at the short segment between them, Jiang Li sensed Luo Yihuan had somehow shortened their distance.

Narrowing her eyes, she watched Luo Yihuan approach, something else in her hand.

But Luo Yihuan tossed it carelessly onto the nearby blanket. In the dim light, Jiang Li made out various shapes.

“Li Li.”

Answering the soft call, Jiang Li looked up. Luo Yihuan’s eyes held a gentle smile, but her lips flicked her tongue out excitedly again and again.

A matching segment dangled from her hand; closer inspection revealed hers could be loosened.

Dropping her gaze to Jiang Li on the blanket, Luo Yihuan’s lips curved faintly. She tugged hard with her hand, forcing the connected woman to sit up.

This was Jiang Li completely under her control.

Jiang Li forever linked to her.

Unable to leave, belonging only to her, confined in her palm this way.

Every moment reuniting with Jiang Li after three years, Luo Yihuan had feared she’d vanish from her world again.

But now, all was well.

Jiang Li would be forever bound to her, unable to escape.

The mere thought sent fierce joy surging in Luo Yihuan’s eyes. She deliberately rubbed the chained hand against Jiang Li’s face.

A small motion, but the chain clinked loudly through the room.

“Baby, I’m so good. I listen to you so well.”

Luo Yihuan leaned down—whether by intent or accident unclear—and Jiang Li’s own handiwork brushed her face again. Those affectionate eyes fixed on her.

Scraping her cheek, grazing her lips, Luo Yihuan’s hot breath hit behind her ear, sparking shivers.

Hearing Luo Yihuan’s words, Jiang Li nodded. Three years ago, when Luo Yihuan wasn’t losing it, she’d been perfectly obedient—so much so that Jiang Li had wanted to tease her deliberately.

Seeing the nod, Luo Yihuan grew displeased and pinched down hard. Only hearing a pained grunt did she relent, nipping and grinding Jiang Li’s earlobe repeatedly.

The more obedient Jiang Li acted now, the more Luo Yihuan recalled being abandoned three years ago—and fumed.

“But you… you’re not obedient at all.”

Jiang Li sensed her inner discontent from the force of those earlobe bites.

Lowering her gaze, she examined herself: wrist shackled, shoulder kicked, face bitten, lips kissed swollen… and countless nibble marks across her body.

The night was only half over, but Jiang Li knew two things for sure.

Luo Yihuan’s grudge-holding nature was maxed out from birth.

And tonight, she was done for.

Reaching out, she caressed Luo Yihuan’s cheek, meeting her eyes. Jiang Li lightly shook the chain on her wrist, its jangling filling their ears.

Raising her wrist high, she gazed at the woman whose eyes burned with obsession—and unmistakable fear. Softly, she said, “So, you like it like this? Keeping me forever chained to your hand.”

Luo Yihuan said nothing, but light gleamed in her eyes.

Jiang Li knew the answer.

With a soft sigh—and before Luo Yihuan’s emotions could shift again—Jiang Li wrapped her arms behind Luo Yihuan’s shoulders, chin approaching. Her lips pressed to Luo Yihuan’s ear.

“Alright. If you like it, I’ll stay like this forever with you.”

“I’m not good. I left you, so you should punish me.”

“Then from here on, you can do anything you want.”

She murmured the words slowly into her ear, each one burrowing deep.

The dangling hand clenched. Luo Yihuan stared at the pale nape before her, her pupils dark and inscrutable.

After a long pause, “Alright.”

What Jiang Li offered, Luo Yihuan would take.