Chapter 77: The Scheming Green Tea Stepsister

“You can’t tell her, okay?”

“This is our secret. Yeah, our little secret…”

In a daze, Jiang Li felt someone nibble at the tip of her ear again. The little drunkard who had tumbled into her arms kept murmuring that her secrets mustn’t be shared with anyone else. The scent of alcohol was overwhelming.

Confessed to in a situation like this—Jiang Li couldn’t help but think it wasn’t half bad.

She was the “sister” who learned the drunkard’s secrets from her lips; and Jiang Li was the one who, from the mouth of the drunken Lu Chaohuan, discovered the truth that she liked her.

Did Jiang Li like Lu Chaohuan? She pursed her lips tightly. It was almost an obvious fact, one that required no hesitation at all.

She had always been slow when it came to matters of romance, but she wasn’t entirely clueless.

Tracing back to the beginning, perhaps it had started when she’d been shocked by the intimate photos Lu Chaohuan posted on her social circle feed, realizing she liked her without knowing it—burying herself stubbornly under the guise of sisterhood.

Jiang Li had chained herself in place, while Lu Chaohuan charged ahead without a care.

It almost made her seem like the weak one, the spineless sister.

Helplessly pursing her lips, Jiang Li let her thoughts wander. She felt a pang of annoyance as she wondered how she would explain this to Dad and Auntie later.

Turning from live-in stepsisters to lovers? It felt impossible to break the news to their parents, no matter how she spun it.

And she was nominally Lu Chaohuan’s teacher. If word got out at school, it wouldn’t be good for Lu Chaohuan.

At that moment, Jiang Li mulled over countless concerns but overlooked one crucial thing—a fact erased by Lu Chenhuan’s emergence from the world’s awareness, yet not from the consciousness of those involved.

Yun Chu. In a certain sense, her “ex,” whom Jiang Li had straight-up ignored.

“Hiss.” A sharp cry of pain escaped her.

Her lip stung, and Jiang Li instinctively reached up to touch it. There was Lu Chaohuan, putting on a straight face—if you ignored the way her head was swaying nonstop, she did look quite serious.

But through that brief interaction, Jiang Li had already confirmed that the girl in front of her was utterly plastered.

Confessing secretly to the person herself? Jiang Li thought that was profoundly embarrassing. If it were her, she absolutely wouldn’t do it.

Even with her lip nipped, Jiang Li remained gentle toward this drunkard. She hummed questioningly and lifted her gaze to Lu Chaohuan’s face, puzzled.

Lu Chaohuan was clearly furious.

Remembering she’d been lost in thought moments ago, Jiang Li sheepishly scratched her cheek. Right—she’d been talking to her, yet Jiang Li had let her mind drift elsewhere.

Jiang Li had only guessed half of it, missing the other reason entirely.

She’d been ignored!

Her sister hadn’t shown even a flicker of surprise at the confession—no delighted smile, nothing.

Infuriated, Lu Chaohuan pinched at Jiang Li’s lip corner. Buoyed by the alcohol, she was doing whatever she wanted without restraint—anyway, Jiang Li would always indulge her.

For her confession, Lu Chaohuan needed to see a smile on Jiang Li’s face.

Even a forced one pulled by her own hand—Lu Chaohuan was determined to tug those lip corners up.

She was the one making the gesture, and she was the one scratching at Jiang Li’s palm afterward to signal her unhappiness.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Li blinked. Her palm tickled from the scratching, so she naturally flipped her hand and trapped those fingers in her grip, not letting her move.

“I’m not happy.”

Her brows drooped, and Jiang Li could have sworn she saw a little dog looking utterly aggrieved.

If she had a tail, it would be sweeping across the bedsheets right then, messing up the neat covers.

“Mm, why aren’t you happy?” Jiang Li gently squeezed the fingertips in her hand, hazarding a guess. “Because I zoned out just now?”

Because you didn’t react with even the slightest shock to my confession. Speaking like this made it sound like Lu Chaohuan wasn’t actually drunk—she just wanted Jiang Li to reveal her feelings under the booze’s cover.

But since Jiang Li had said she’d zoned out, Lu Chaohuan wasn’t about to let the chance slip. She nodded vigorously, accusing her. “Sister wasn’t paying attention at all.”

“Sorry, that was my bad,” Jiang Li said. Her thumb brushed across the palm, sending a shiver of friction between their skin. She asked back as if to continue, “What did Chaohuan want Sister to do earlier?”

Earlier… Lu Chaohuan tilted her head, playing up her drunken sluggish thoughts convincingly. Her fingertips toyed in the palm for a good while before her eyes lit up. She gripped those fingers tightly in return.

“I wanted Sister to kiss m—mmph!”

Soft lips pressed against hers. Up close, the beautiful cheek and those curled lashes trembled like butterflies alighting on rippling water.

Stunned only for a split second, Lu Chaohuan curved her eyes and closed them. The hand on Jiang Li’s lower back slid slowly upward, tracing the dip of her waist.

The sweet alcoholic tang lingered between their lips and teeth. It was easy to tell just how much Lu Chaohuan had drunk that night. As punishment, Jiang Li nipped at the flat of her tongue.

She hadn’t behaved, going out without waiting obediently at home, and getting blackout drunk to boot. Naughty.

The nip was light, but the girl in her arms scratched at the back of Jiang Li’s hand in protest, leaving faint red marks. She wouldn’t tolerate even a bit of bullying.

This kiss came from Jiang Li herself.

Gentle as a spring breeze, it went beyond mere tangling of soft tongues. It explored the inside of her lips delicately, teasing the sensitive roof of her mouth and gliding over the slightly puffed lower lip.

Unlike their previous heated passion, this was a true immersion in languid, back-and-forth entanglement.

Lips brushed softly, pressing close then parting, as if testing each other’s warmth. Their breaths mingled indistinguishably between them, fusing together.

Her cheek tilted; her hand gripped at Jiang Li’s side. Heavy pants sounded in their ears again and again, always lagging behind the drumbeat thrum of their heartbeats.

The flush had started on one face but soon colored both cheeks the same hue—deeper and deeper until they finally stopped.

Foreheads touched. Eyes cracked open to meet each other, red at the corners. Emotional mist swirled in those eyes. As the tide swelled, Lu Chaohuan pushed her body up slightly.

She knelt on the bed, strands of hair falling by her face, staring straight at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li leaned against the headboard, propped up a little. Her upper body heaved with heavy breaths; her lips looked kissed-swollen, glossy and enticingly red.

Their breathing gradually synced. Between Jiang Li’s half-lidded eyes, the shadow before her blocked the light and merged with her once more.

“More.”

Her voice came out hoarse. The downward lean carried unyielding obsession and force. The drunken haze in her eyes was overtaken by churning waves. Her hand pinned Jiang Li’s fiercely to the bed.

That single kiss had unleashed the restlessness buried in her heart. The tender one hadn’t filled the chasm of desire—instead, it snapped the chains holding it back, demanding repayment many times over.

Jiang Li couldn’t even glimpse the wetness in those eyes before a soft tongue plunged in, scattering her senses.

The earlier gentle twining was discarded. Faces shifted now and then; lips and tongues hooked fiercely; sucking sounds rang out; her Adam’s apple bobbed under tender strokes at the tip.

Jiang Li’s palm pressed hard into the sheets; her body sank lower, as if trying to meld them together. Each touch sparked intense electricity.

Instinctively, Jiang Li lifted her chin higher. Lu Chaohuan eagerly claimed the offered red lips, her fingertips fidgeting restlessly at the neck now.

Soft at the tips, light in pressure—yet pressed right at the delicate throat. A mere pinch would put the woman under her completely.

Lu Chaohuan loved this position.

Kisses from which there was no escape; Jiang Li utterly covered by her; Jiang Li controlled in her grasp…

Everything about it was perfect.

But it seemed her sister was getting a bit tense.

The throat under her palm rolled frequently, though such vigorous swallowing wasn’t needed for a kiss. The small bump slid repeatedly against her skin, tickling.

Lu Chaohuan decided to soothe this vulnerable spot.

“Hah… hah…”

Their entangled lips parted, trailing a strand of ambiguous silver thread. Lu Chaohuan blinked and leaned down with a smile, dutifully licking away the water droplet at the corner of Jiang Li’s mouth.

Gasping for breath, Jiang Li was still lost in the fiery kiss from before. It felt like her soul had vanished with the withdrawal of those lips. She only glanced down at the wetness on her lip corner through hooded eyes.

Not the first time this girl had licked her there.

“Mm.”

Stray strands of hair tickled, forcing her chin up. Weight pressed on her abdomen, and Jiang Li couldn’t lower her head to see exactly what Lu Chaohuan was up to—only guess from the sensations in her neck.

Pressing her lips to the throat, Lu Chaohuan announced thoughtfully, “Sister, I’m kissing your throat.”

The warm breath from her words blasted against the skin, unbearably ticklish. Jiang Li shuddered, shaking loose some of the mist in her eyes. Her crimson lips pressed tight.

Getting no reply, Lu Chaohuan didn’t mind and focused solely on her task.

She intended to leave her mark on every inch of her sister’s body.

The neck was full of sensitive nerves—a light graze of teeth left pretty red marks and drew out the most delightful gasps.

“One.”

Heat rose, reddening her neck. Jiang Li bit her lower lip, brows furrowing uncomfortably as a patch of skin was nipped into a warm mouth, tingling.

The first imprint on that tender, flushed skin.

Not prominent enough? Her dark eyes fixed on her handiwork; Lu Chaohuan wasn’t satisfied. It was so small—probably because she hadn’t used enough force.

In that case…

Her gaze darkened. Without hesitation, Lu Chaohuan kissed the mark again, sucking harder with teeth until a patted hand on her back made her release.

Two overlapping red marks, one shallow, one deep—conspicuously vivid, unmistakable at a glance.

Comparing to this fresh one, Lu Chaohuan continued, now tempting the throat bump to her lips. It quivered right up until it was taken into her mouth.

“Two.”

Lips sealed tight against the neck. As Lu Chaohuan announced it, she fully engulfed the small throat in her mouth, letting the warm air wash over it in the humid cavity as it rolled nervously.

It was so sensitive.

When Lu Chaohuan grazed it with her teeth, the fabric on her back was gripped for the first time. Jiang Li’s abdomen tensed and trembled, causing Lu Chaohuan’s own body to twitch momentarily.

She retracted her teeth carefully, pecking lightly again and again—like spring rain, bestowing only faint droplets.

“Mmph! Lu Chao…!”

Her body, which had relaxed, tensed right back up. The throat sensed the danger keenly; her shoulders pulled back desperately but hit the headboard, unable to budge.

Fingertips rubbed soothingly against each other, calming her under control.

Lips and teeth ground over the swallowing throat. The harder Jiang Li squirmed, the darker the emotion in Lu Chaohuan’s eyes—she was set on leaving another mark here.

Wait—just a bit more, almost…

Damn it.

Having her neck trapped like that, dangling entirely at the mercy of that tongue—it was agonizing. Tears welled in her eyes, catching the overhead light like gleaming pearls under illumination.

Lashes wet with tears, fluttering madly as if overwhelmed. The hand on her back now climbed the curve to grip at the nape.

“Sister, I’ve been trying so hard.”

The muffled words floated in the air. Jiang Li’s mind was foggy; she hadn’t even processed why Lu Chaohuan would say that until the hand at her nape tightened with another nip of teeth.

Then it clicked: “trying so hard” meant striving for those marks.

Her hand at Lu Chaohuan’s nape had meant to pry her off, but now it looked like she was holding her in place, begging to be bitten more.

Gripping tightly, Jiang Li laughed in exasperation at this girl’s twisted logic.

Suddenly, it made her seem the desperately thirsty one.

The sensation at her throat finally receded; the forehead pressing against hers lifted too. Lu Chaohuan curved her eyes in satisfaction, her inner restlessness settling.

One broad red mark nearly covered the entire bump—Lu Chaohuan’s diligent achievement, glistening wet. It shimmered slightly as Jiang Li raised her chin.

“What? Want another bite?”

The unwavering gaze on her neck made Jiang Li glance down. Gripping Lu Chaohuan’s nape firmly, she shoved her further away. Staring like that, the girl looked like a wolf starved for days, the light in her eyes chilling.

Jiang Li unobtrusively pushed her back even more.

But with Lu Chaohuan straddling her, how far could she really go?

Seeing the wary look on Jiang Li’s face and the hand clamped at her nape, Lu Chaohuan curved her eyes and lifted her lips. Her body leaned forward, hot temperature seeping through to Jiang Li from where she pressed against her belly.

Scorching enough to make skin quiver involuntarily—a prelude to the long-brewing volcano’s eruption.

A simple upward hook of those round eyes created a captivating allure that held the gaze captive. Fingertips trailed upward in a hook-like caress across skin.

Pausing at the straight, pale collarbone—one untouched by her marks yet.

The created distance closed in an instant. Jiang Li’s grip on the nape loosened unwittingly, her eyes drawn to Lu Chaohuan’s smiling lips.

Lu Chaohuan drew nearer step by step, flashing an ambiguous half-smile. Her gaze swirled as if ready to lure Jiang Li’s soul straight into her heart.

Lu Chaohuan was a sly enough fox.

Fully aware of her own charms, using them to effortlessly capture her prey’s heart—to lure the desired one unwittingly into her web.

Just like now, Jiang Li’s eyes lost focus, utterly absorbed in staring. No room for other thoughts.

Her heart enchanted by Lu Chaohuan, and soon this body would be devoured by the cunning fox too.

A tingling itch came from her collarbone. Jiang Li heard a sweet, tempting whisper rise slowly with the finger’s motions.

“So, Sister… are you willing?”