Chapter 37: Blocking Part 1

Possess her?

How… how was she supposed to possess her?

Jiang Ruoning already had an answer in her heart, but she was too stunned for her brain to process it. Seeing no reaction from her, Shi Sui stepped forward and directly pulled Jiang Ruoning’s hand to her chest. Her fingertips touched the soft mound—there was no fabric, no barrier at all.

It was like cotton candy.

So soft.

No!

Jiang Ruoning snapped back to her senses and tried to pull her hand away, but Shi Sui gripped it tightly. Shi Sui guided her hand to caress her own chest. That familiar sensation was like opening Pandora’s box—Jiang Ruoning’s mind resisted, but her hand began to roam.

She had touched Shi Sui’s chest before.

Touched that splash of red.

Touched Shi Sui’s flat abdomen.

Shi Sui was like strong liquor; just getting close made one tipsy. She drew near Jiang Ruoning and embraced her.

Under some spell, Jiang Ruoning followed Shi Sui’s movements.

This isn’t right.

This isn’t how it should be.

Jiang Ruoning wanted to push Shi Sui away, but she only grasped a handful of fragrance. Her fingers pressed into Shi Sui’s shoulders. Because of the force, faint red marks appeared on Shi Sui’s skin, and her nails dug in, leaving trails of imprints.

These marks overlapped with blurry memories.

Overlapped with certain scenes.

Jiang Ruoning’s head throbbed with pain. She couldn’t tell if it was from her body or the memories.

The air was thick with sticky desire, every breath laced with it.

Their two bodies tangled together.

Shi Sui held Jiang Ruoning and, out of habit, stripped off her jacket and undergarments. The movements were so practiced, as if she had done it a hundred times. Jiang Ruoning felt cold.

Very cold.

It seemed like the air conditioning blew only at her.

She shivered from the chill.

Shi Sui noticed her trembling and wrapped her arms around her, leaning in proactively with her thin lips.

The fiery petals of her lips dispelled the chill.

Jiang Ruoning was kissed into a daze.

Not enough.

Not enough.

Still not enough.

With some awareness, she pushed Shi Sui’s face away and slid from her angled neck down to her chest.

This was it.

She licked.

Bit.

Traced circles with her tongue tip.

Shi Sui pulled the blanket over them both.

Beneath the covers, there was movement.

Alcohol wrapped around desire, escalating into greed.

Shi Sui let Jiang Ruoning suck desperately like a child, arching her waist.

As if afraid Jiang Ruoning wouldn’t get enough.

Scenes from her memories bombarded Jiang Ruoning one after another. Unconsciously, she drew closer.

It was as if she were being controlled, her body acting on its own. Shi Sui was pinned at the waist; every time she tried to rise, Jiang Ruoning pressed her down hard.

“Is it tasty?” Shi Sui asked her.

Not expecting a real response.

After all, the old Jiang Ruoning

would only bite her even more fiercely.

Like a feral little beast.

A numbness hit her chest, followed by waves of pain.

It hurt.

Painful yet pleasurable.

Shi Sui let her lick until her skin stung before flipping over.

Jiang Ruoning felt the world spin as she lay on her back.

Under the covers, they were both completely bare.

One leg wedged right in,

rubbing against Jiang Ruoning.

Jiang Ruoning’s scalp tingled. Her hands grasped for something—anything—but found only the edge of the blanket.

At a time like this, her hands should be holding onto something.

Then, one hand slipped into the gaps between her fingers.

Jiang Ruoning felt satisfied.

Satisfaction from body to soul.

Like a perfectly fitting key.

Finally unlocking the door.

Shi Sui leaned down and began to ravage her inch by inch.

Jiang Ruoning’s soul floated in midair, watching their actions clearly.

Watching Shi Sui sweep over her like a storm, claiming everything.

Her senses.

Her awareness.

Her body surged to tension, trembling.

Jiang Ruoning was entirely pinned down.

One hand clasped tightly, fingers intertwined.

The other clutched the bedsheet.

The air she breathed rippled with ambiguity.

Jiang Ruoning was kneaded until she was slick.

Just as a broken sound escaped her throat,

Shi Sui’s thin lips descended,

sealing away those maddening urges.

Jiang Ruoning could only leak faint moans through the gaps in their lips and teeth.

So good.

So good.

So good.

It felt so good that Jiang Ruoning lost track of time, immersed in indescribable pleasure.

It was like fixing a bug in her body.

The bug that prevented pleasure.

Now, she was complete.

Jiang Ruoning neared climax several times,

only for Shi Sui to yank her back ruthlessly.

Pressed under the covers.

In the dark beneath the blanket, they frolicked like fish in water.

The sound of splashing waves grew louder, quickening in rhythm.

Accompanied by twitching limbs.

Jiang Ruoning went limp like water,

completely submerged.

She struggled to reach the surface, limbs flailing.

Even using her mouth.

Shi Sui was covered in her scratches—some too deep. Her waist was bruised purple, but Shi Sui didn’t stop, remaining direct and reckless.

Insane.

She kissed her face.

Kissed her neck.

Kissed her hands.

Every finger.

Kissing away the scents on her body.

Leaving only the scent that belonged to her alone.

Jiang Ruoning watched herself flop like a dead fish while Shi Sui, like living water, made her leap again and again.

Even as her body reached exhaustion,

her nerves still responded.

Crazy.

This woman’s insane.

Bite her.

Bite her to death!

Once the thought arose, it couldn’t be suppressed.

With her last bit of strength, Jiang Ruoning bit Shi Sui.

Her neck, collarbone, and chest.

All covered in dense marks.

Just before her consciousness faded,

she felt the chill at her thigh.

And the persistent vibrations.

She sensed something squeezing into the hot, wet heat.

Shi Sui whispered in her ear, “Do you remember your favorite one?”

Remember my ass!

Jiang Ruoning wanted to retort,

but suddenly recalled a year when Qin Zheng wanted to find Yun An but feared Jiang Qin’s suspicion. So she used the excuse of hanging out with Jiang Ruoning. Qin Zheng went to Yun An’s hometown, while Jiang Ruoning went to a remote ancient town.

It wasn’t just her.

It was her and another person.

The blurry figure in her memory sharpened, overlapping with the busy woman before her.

It was a younger Shi Sui.

They stayed at a farmhouse inn.

That night, Qin Zheng came looking for them, eyes red and swollen as if she’d fought with Yun An. She snatched Qin Zheng’s phone and chatted briefly with Yun An, who saw through her identity. She quickly shoved it back to Qin Zheng. Qin Zheng glanced at their chat and awkwardly slipped away.

In the courtyard, there was a fire pit.

They sat by it.

Shi Sui kept smiling.

She didn’t understand why Shi Sui was laughing and asked.

Shi Sui said that fighting meant their relationship was strong.

She dismissed it as nonsense and scolded Shi Sui, but Shi Sui just grinned.

For some reason, she lost her temper and told Shi Sui not to laugh.

She even pinched Shi Sui’s cheek.

Shi Sui pulled her hand down.

Gripping it tightly in her palm.

That seemed to be

their first time holding hands.

Or at least, the first clear memory Jiang Ruoning had of Shi Sui—holding her hand.

Her body’s tension couldn’t block the flood of memories.

Amid the extreme tautness of her curves,

Jiang Ruoning crashed down.

One wild night.

An entire night.

Jiang Ruoning was rather impressed with herself.

Being fucked like that and not passing out.

Her body could take quite a beating.

Or maybe it had been developed to its limits before, enduring such intense orgasms.

The afterglow lingered.

Jiang Ruoning lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Even breaths came from beside her.

She tried to push Shi Sui’s body away but failed.

Her arms were limp.

Her legs still trembled.

She used to think scenes in novels about hate-fueled passion—doing it till the heavens and earth spun and one died—were exaggerated.

Now, she knew they weren’t.

She didn’t even dare close her legs.

They were probably swollen.

It hurt, anyway.

This woman’s sick!

Jiang Ruoning concluded again. She lifted the blanket and saw Shi Sui covered in scratches, kiss marks on her chest. Perhaps because Shi Sui’s skin was so fair, they looked shocking.

Red everywhere.

In disbelief, Jiang Ruoning raised her hand slightly.

And scratched Shi Sui’s back again.

A clear mark slowly rose.

Shi Sui bit her collarbone.

Jiang Ruoning hissed in pain.

Pleasure and numbness mixed.

Hearing the sound, Shi Sui shifted her leg.

Rubbing against the swollen spot.

A warm flow spread through the gaps where their bodies entwined.

Jiang Ruoning turned her head and heard Shi Sui ask, “Want more?”

Want my ass!

Can’t you see I can’t even sit up?

Ignoring her, Jiang Ruoning used her last strength to push Shi Sui away and turned her back.

Like an octopus, Shi Sui quickly draped over her from behind.

Embracing Jiang Ruoning.

It was warm.

Jiang Ruoning stared ahead and suddenly called, “Shi Sui.”

Shi Sui mumbled sleepily, “Mm?”

Jiang Ruoning asked, “Do you like me?”

Shi Sui didn’t answer, just chuckled softly.

Jiang Ruoning didn’t understand the laugh.

She started to turn back.

Her neck felt wet.

Shi Sui was crying.

She hadn’t said yes or no.

But somehow, she had.

It had been a long time since Shi Sui dreamed of school days. It was as if Jiang Ruoning wasn’t the one with amnesia—it was her. During those days abroad, she hardly dreamed of the past. But after returning, the dreams came frequently.

Jiang Ruoning stood at the gate of No. 2 Middle School, waving her over. “Hurry up! Zhengzheng’s treating us to dinner today. I’ve been starving since morning.”

Ye Yu laughed. “No way.”

She patted Ye Yu’s shoulder. “Why not? You too—I messaged you not to eat breakfast. Did you?”

Ye Yu looked awkward. “I had an egg.”

Jiang Ruoning huffed. “And you?”

She said, “I didn’t.”

Jiang Ruoning beamed. “That’s my obedient Shi Sui. Big sis kiss~ Mwah mwah.”

Unfortunately, she waited until the end to realize Jiang Ruoning was just talking big.

She’d avoided heavy flavors all evening for nothing.

And when Jiang Ruoning left, she bought spicy strips from the shop.

This woman loved spice.

Qin Zheng said, “You just had hotpot and now spicy strips? Aren’t you afraid of breaking out?”

Jiang Ruoning said proudly, “Born beautiful—no breakouts for me.”

She leaned close and asked, “Shi Sui, how’s my skin?”

Full of collagen, smooth and delicate, pale from lack of sun. She nodded. “Good.”

Jiang Ruoning snuggled against her, looping her arm, offering the spicy strips. “Want some?”