Chapter 31: I’m a Good Girl Too Part 2

The avatars fully overlapped. Miao Zhu turned to the window.

It was well past quitting time. The daytime bustle of the park had faded to emptiness, save for the brightly lit building ahead.

The entry gate’s arrow light flashed, the automatic door slid open, and a figure emerged from the building.

Cloud City’s seasons were distinct. By September, autumn tinged the air. A cool night breeze lifted that person’s long hair, outlining her graceful figure.

Miao Zhu might have gotten her answer: yes, she did.

The car pulled to a smooth stop, and Miao Zhu pushed the door open to get out.

She wore a light performance gown and heels—not the easiest for walking. Mu Shanyi steadied her arm until she was firmly on the ground, then didn’t let go. Her palm naturally stroked down Miao Zhu’s forearm to her fingers, lightly entwining their tips.

Lu Zheng drove off to the underground garage.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to ask you out. I just got back today, the upstairs meeting isn’t over, and I’ve got another trip tomorrow. Probably no time until end of month.”

In those few seconds as Mu Shanyi spoke, Miao Zhu tilted her face up. Her view filled with those beautifully shaped lips parting and closing, and above them, eyes like stars and moon in the night.

People too beautiful were like spinning colored lights—dizzying.

Miao Zhu couldn’t help but rise on tiptoe, leaning in to kiss Mu Shanyi.

Their lips brushed lightly. As they lingered, Mu Shanyi took control, cupping Miao Zhu’s cheek with one hand and suckling her lip.

Miao Zhu was steeped in Mu Shanyi’s breath, threads of satisfaction flooding her bloodstream.

Only then did she process Mu Shanyi’s words.

“So we won’t meet again until after Mid-Autumn?”

“Not necessarily. We’ll see the schedule then.”

Miao Zhu hooked her arm through Mu Shanyi’s, hesitating. “…Do you think I’m a bother? You’re so busy, and I keep wanting your rest time.”

Mu Shanyi’s rest time might need to be shared with others too.

“I’d rather you were more willful.”

“More willful?”

Miao Zhu was lost. Mu Shanyi prompted her. “Like you could say—’Mu Shanyi, you have to make time for me.'”

Miao Zhu’s eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of relationship allowed demands like that?

Heat rose to her face; her gaze darted away to change the subject. “Don’t you have to get back to the meeting?”

“Ten-minute break.” Mu Shanyi coaxed out a smile. “This one should wrap in an hour. Want Lu Zheng to take you home now? Or wait for me? We can still make it before eleven.”

Mu Shanyi meant the gate curfew. Miao Zhu’s heart still raced from the prior topic, pounding wildly. She didn’t respond.

Then a long-haired calico cat, tail high, meowed and wound around them—more precisely, around Mu Shanyi. She squeezed between them, rubbing circles against Mu Shanyi’s legs.

“Huh, she knows you?” Miao Zhu’s feet got stepped on a few times; she stepped aside.

“Company cat.” Mu Shanyi crouched, lightly scratching the cat’s head. “This clingy—are you angling for a treat?”

Miao Zhu’s gaze followed Mu Shanyi’s posture downward. Mu Shanyi knelt gracefully, hair falling over her face swept back behind her ear. From Miao Zhu’s Angel, she could see her smooth forehead and pert nose tip.

“But what to do? Didn’t bring food. Disappointed?”

The cat couldn’t speak but chased Mu Shanyi’s fingers with her nose, rubbing her mouth against them, purring loudly—clearly reveling in the touch.

“You like me treating you like this?”

The cat’s reply: rolling onto her back at Mu Shanyi’s feet.

“Want to roll around?”

Mu Shanyi nailed it; the cat rolled over and over.

“Such a good girl. Back to the office to feed you?”

Mu Shanyi wore a ring. The lobby’s stark white light spilled out, casting a cool filter over her hand.

Miao Zhu watched that hand gently stroke the cat’s sleek fur, listened to Mu Shanyi murmur those indescribably evocative words to the cat. Half her body went numb—as if those caresses were on her, those words whispered in her ear.

So shameful, but… she wanted Mu Shanyi to treat her that way too.

She was addicted to Mu Shanyi.

After a quiet moment, the night breeze carried Miao Zhu’s faint shiver. “…I’m a good girl too.”

Mu Shanyi’s petting paused half a second, then resumed. She glanced up, puzzled. “Hm?”

“I want a reward too.” Miao Zhu pulled out her phone and shut it off in front of Mu Shanyi.

“I want to go home with you.” Tonight, she wouldn’t follow Miao Ling’s rules.

Miao Zhu waited until Mu Shanyi finished work, then they headed back to Tower Shadow Sunny River together.

She couldn’t hold back in the shower, unsure if it was her or the showerhead drenching Mu Shanyi.

“What were you thinking when I talked to the cat?”

“Nothing…” Miao Zhu burned under the touch, afraid Mu Shanyi would see through the lie—and she truly couldn’t take more. She clung to Mu Shanyi’s neck, hiding her face in the crook.

Mu Shanyi didn’t press. Miao Zhu reached her peak, breath ragged, knees trembling fiercely.

Mu Shanyi held her up, soothing her with kisses until the wave passed, then turned the shower back on.

Past midnight, the room’s dim yellow light simmered it into a jar of honey.

Fragrant, thick.

Miao Zhu folded her legs, holding herself.

Mu Shanyi buried her head.

Her wet, soft tongue slid back and forth.

Physiological tears welled at Miao Zhu’s eyes. Her emotions neglected, she let out muffled, unwilling nasal sounds—but it felt good, so the discontent came in fits.

“Can’t learn?” Mu Shanyi leaned over, propping on her elbows to watch Miao Zhu below. “I taught you—be willful. Tell me what you want.”

Miao Zhu’s lashes clumped with teardrops. She met Mu Shanyi’s eyes, her dark pupils brimming with grievance. “…Hand.”

“You can get there without hands. Why insist on it?”

“Hold me, stroke me… whisper in my ear.” Each demand carried its own heat; Miao Zhu flushed all over.

“And you say you weren’t thinking?” Mu Shanyi encircled her, lips to her ear—

“Cats have heat. Does my baby too?”