Chapter 22: No Need to Unwrap the Gift So Early Part 6

The delicate chain lay against Miao Zhu’s fair instep, adorned with many small, thin metal discs. With the slightest movement of Miao Zhu’s foot, they clinked together.

“Do you like it?” Mu Shanyi looked up and asked Miao Zhu.

This kind of accessory was really quite erotic, especially with Mu Shanyi still holding her ankle. Miao Zhu’s scalp tingled; she still had no idea what kind of “game” Mu Shanyi meant and could only nod obediently.

“Then do you have anything worth sharing on Moments today?” Amusement sparkled in Mu Shanyi’s deep eyes. “Since you like it.”

Miao Zhu: “…………”

Miao Zhu: “???”

Was she crazy?! Posting something like this on Moments?!

Mu Shanyi’s lips curved upward at Miao Zhu’s shift from stunned to shocked, and she kindly reminded her, “Longlong, visible only to me.”

Good thing Mu Shanyi wasn’t crazy.

Miao Zhu took a photo and posted it to Moments, then turned the screen to show Mu Shanyi. Mu Shanyi kissed the inside of her calf, her gaze traveling upward as she said politely, “Shall we start the game, then?”

Miao Zhu’s throat bobbed. “…What game?”

Mu Shanyi stood, placing her palm beside Miao Zhu, positioning herself above her once more. She looked down at Miao Zhu, her soft lips parting and closing. “From now on, no matter what I do or how I do it, you can’t move without my permission. If I hear the chain make a sound…”

Mu Shanyi gently caressed Miao Zhu’s cheek. “Longlong, you lose the game. And the loser has to accept a punishment.”

Mu Shanyi’s low, gentle voice was like sweet nothings. Miao Zhu’s face burned; her instep tensed involuntarily, and the golden discs clinked in a series.

Mu Shanyi sighed. “Did I say you could move?”

“…No.” Miao Zhu said.

Mu Shanyi: “Don’t give up so quickly.”

Miao Zhu struggled to speak. “I-I won’t be able to hold back.”

Mu Shanyi’s hand trailed over Miao Zhu’s neck, her voice laced with pleasure. “You can make noise. We’re not in a hotel; no need to hold back.”

Miao Zhu gazed up at Mu Shanyi, her entire face flushed red. Could anyone really stay still in a moment like this?

Miao Zhu didn’t believe it. She certainly couldn’t.

At first, she managed to hold back, politely begging Mu Shanyi’s permission. Mu Shanyi stayed silent most of the time, occasionally looking up, her glistening lips uttering cold words.

“No.”

“Do tears count as losing?” Miao Zhu couldn’t help sobbing, physiological tears sliding from the corners of her eyes into her hairline. “The chain didn’t make a sound.”

“That doesn’t count, then.”

“I don’t want it like this…”

“No.”

Mu Shanyi opened the nightstand drawer, and Miao Zhu heard the sound of tearing a plastic seal.

Inspiration struck Miao Zhu at that moment, and she tried to bluff her way through. “What does this mean?”

“Hm?” Mu Shanyi looked down at her.

“Why do you have this in your nightstand?” Miao Zhu squeezed her eyes shut. “If that’s the case, then in this game, I have demands for you too.”

Mu Shanyi laughed out loud. These words were all too familiar; they’d just happened yesterday.

She eased in slowly, leaning close to Miao Zhu’s ear while she gasped. “Prepared for you. What other meaning could there be? Or do you want to ask if I use it on myself normally?”

“I do.” Mu Shanyi nibbled Miao Zhu’s earlobe, her breath tickling her ear. “Princess.”

Miao Zhu couldn’t tell which hit harder—”I do” or “Princess.” Fireworks exploded in her mind as she arched her neck uncontrollably.

“Like it this way?” Mu Shanyi felt Miao Zhu’s trembling. “Longlong, so lovely.”

Miao Zhu vaguely realized she was making sounds. She bit her lower lip and covered Mu Shanyi’s mouth, not letting her say more devastating things.

The two stared at each other across a few centimeters. In her haze, Miao Zhu saw the deep, swirling darkness in Mu Shanyi’s eyes, like it could swallow her whole. Where she couldn’t see, Mu Shanyi’s tongue flicked out to lick her palm. The sudden itch shot from her palm straight to her heart. Miao Zhu yanked her hand back, clamped it over her own mouth instead—and completely lost it. She couldn’t do it.

The chain on her instep jingled nonstop. Mu Shanyi watched from above, letting Miao Zhu break the rules. Eventually, she pulled Miao Zhu’s hand away, lowered her shoulders, and kissed her lips, taking control of all her emotional outlets.

“…What will the punishment be?” Afterward, Miao Zhu half-lay in Mu Shanyi’s arms.

“Are you worried or looking forward to it?” Mu Shanyi’s thick lashes veiled her eyes as she just smiled. “I’m teasing. I don’t have that kind of fetish.”

“…Of course I don’t either!” Miao Zhu hurriedly clarified. She wasn’t sure if Mu Shanyi had that fetish, but she knew Mu Shanyi needed absolute control in these matters.

After resting a bit, they showered separately. Miao Zhu put on Mu Shanyi’s loungewear here, folded her changed long-sleeve shirt and jeans, and packed them into her suitcase.

Mu Shanyi finished showering too. She sat on the living room sofa, draped in that dark red cashmere shawl, lost in thought out the window.

Hearing the sound of wheels, Mu Shanyi turned. She saw Miao Zhu open the suitcase, stuffing the clothes from earlier that day into a storage bag and shoving it to the bottom.

“Why not wash them? The dryer is quick.”

“No need to bother. I’ll wash at home.”

Miao Zhu closed the suitcase and walked toward Mu Shanyi. On the irregular wooden stump coffee table in front of the sofa sat a glass of milk. Miao Zhu placed the access card Lu Zheng had given her next to it. “Sister A-Heng, I left it here. Remember to put it away.”

Mu Shanyi glanced at it but said nothing.

Miao Zhu took a sip of milk and suddenly remembered she hadn’t confessed to Mu Shanyi about the Southern France trip with Sheng Xingran.

…It wasn’t urgent. She could mention it when they met next week.

As she thought, Miao Zhu sat on the sofa, picked up the picture book, and snuggled against Mu Shanyi. “This is really interesting.”

…

You’re really interesting too.

Mu Shanyi silently kissed Miao Zhu.