Chapter 33: Tongue Stud Part 2

The woody scent and fresh floral fragrance from the back seat intertwined, filling the space.

Accompanying them were their soft murmurs.

“Hungry? What do you want for dinner?”

“I heard you coughing.”

“Yeah, a little.”

“Then something light. Porridge at the hotel? More rest time.”

Mu Shanyi leaned against the seatback, her lips curving faintly. “You sure?”

Was she asking if she was sure about the porridge or the extra rest time?

“…Porridge it is.” Miao Zhu guiltily glanced at the front seat. Luckily, Lu Zheng focused on driving, and Min Assistant was on the phone ordering from the hotel, oblivious to the undercurrents between her and Mu Shanyi.

Back at the hotel suite, the internal line rang. The restaurant manager confirmed if dinner in twenty minutes was okay.

Min Assistant checked with Mu Shanyi, who looked at Miao Zhu. Miao Zhu nodded, so Min Assistant replied. Then, per Mu Shanyi’s habit, she turned on the floor lamp by the sofa, placed tomorrow’s materials and cold medicine on the side table, and swiftly left with Lu Zheng.

The vast room was left to just the two of them.

“Can we stay overnight outside?” Mu Shanyi sat on the sofa.

“Yes.” With no one else around, Miao Zhu felt unburdened. She hiked up her skirt and straddled Mu Shanyi’s lap.

In the lower position, Mu Shanyi’s deep gaze involuntarily fell on Miao Zhu’s right cheek.

“What can I do for you?” She raised her hand, tucking Miao Zhu’s loose hair behind her ear, her fingertips lingering on her earlobe.

Miao Zhu savored the intimate touch, the tingling sensation soothing the longing of these past days bit by bit.

But it wasn’t enough.

“No need to do anything. I can handle it.” She stared at Mu Shanyi’s lips, an invisible force pulling her closer to those full red lips.

Mu Shanyi turned her face away, dodging the kiss. She nuzzled into Miao Zhu’s neck. “I have a cold. It’s contagious.”

Miao Zhu felt a wave of hot breath, followed by feather-light kisses starting from her earlobe and trailing along the vein on her neck.

The kisses grew firmer, biting with controlled force as Mu Shanyi’s arms crossed and tightened behind Miao Zhu’s back.

Her body remembered. Miao Zhu couldn’t resist such binding teasing. Her blood heated, her heart rate spiked. She clutched Mu Shanyi’s shoulder fabric, stretched her slender neck, and gasped uncontrollably. “…Then infect me.”

Mu Shanyi pulled back slightly.

Miao Zhu’s skin was thin; even this flushed her with a swath of pink.

Her breathing was erratic, her watery eyes filled with clear desire.

Mu Shanyi restrained herself, cupping the back of Miao Zhu’s head and pressing only a light kiss to her lips. “Baby, eat first.”

Miao Zhu was a bit oxygen-deprived. Dizzy, she slid off Mu Shanyi, but her legs buckled, and she fell back into her lap.

Mu Shanyi caught her, letting her sprawl in her arms until their heartbeats normalized.

The server set dinner on the table and left.

Mu Shanyi stood at the sink, washing her hands before the meal.

The running water washed away the white foam of the soap. Under the warm mirror light, her water-slicked hands looked like artwork.

She removed her ring, wet, placed it on the sink, rinsed again. The dense stream followed her finger contours, swirling down the drain.

Through the meal, Miao Zhu had no idea what she ate.

Night fell over Capital City. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, lights twinkled like stars.

Mu Shanyi took a cold pill, following the instructions.

Beside her were tomorrow’s materials. She flipped two pages when Miao Zhu, now in a nightgown fresh from the shower, approached with post-bath damp heat and fragrance, settling into her lap.

Miao Zhu’s makeup-free face was clear and pale, revealing a faint bruise on her right cheek.

She noticed Mu Shanyi’s gaze lingering there.

Miao Zhu took Mu Shanyi’s hand and pressed her own face into her palm.

“I knew you’d feel sorry for me.” Her dewy eyes fixed on Mu Shanyi unblinkingly. “Sister A-Heng, will you?”

She knew she was beautiful and what her current state implied.

Even more brazenly, she arched her waist slightly forward. Through the thin sleep pants on Mu Shanyi’s legs, Mu Shanyi could sense Miao Zhu was bare underneath the nightgown.

Time seemed to rewind to before dinner.

The air thickened with desire.

Mu Shanyi’s answer was swallowed by Miao Zhu.

In their lingering suckling, Mu Shanyi extended her tongue tip, parting Miao Zhu’s lips and teeth. Unhurried, she gently swept over Miao Zhu’s teeth, the roof of her mouth, before pressing against her wet, soft tongue.

Miao Zhu grew short of breath again, her knees clamping Mu Shanyi’s waist as she slowly ground against her thigh.

Fire flickered through her veins. Miao Zhu’s thoughts scattered, but then she received Mu Shanyi’s command.

“Open your mouth.”

Miao Zhu obeyed.

Mu Shanyi gripped her chin, her tone unusual. “…You have a tongue stud?”

On her scarlet, soft tongue, centered, sat a flat-bottomed silver stud, glistening with saliva—someone’s—indescribably sexy.

Miao Zhu pressed against Mu Shanyi again, seeking more kisses, lost in her scent.

Her voice came in fragments. “Went with Emma to get a lip ring, so I… did this too…”

It had rained that whole time, mirroring her low mood. On a whim while accompanying Emma for her lip ring, she decided.

Piercing a hidden spot felt like reclaiming agency, like she could control something about herself.

Miao Ling never noticed.

It was her outlet.

Mu Shanyi scooped Miao Zhu up. Miao Zhu wrapped her legs around her waist, and they moved from sofa to bedroom.

Mu Shanyi was like a child with a new toy, unable to put it down.

They ground inseparably, but she occasionally made Miao Zhu stick out her tongue.

“Who else knows?”

“Emma.”

“Xingran hasn’t seen?”

“No…”

“Wearing it just for me?”

Miao Zhu was drenched in sweat, too focused to answer. She grabbed Mu Shanyi’s hand and placed it on her neck, murmuring intimacies only they understood. “Feels so good…”

It had brewed too long, piled too high. The moment Mu Shanyi gripped her neck, restricting blood flow, Miao Zhu shuddered to climax.

The bedroom was unlit, relying on light from the living room.

Miao Zhu’s soul slowly descended. Opening her hazy eyes, she saw Mu Shanyi—her intense features, sweat-slicked body—in the dim glow. One look, and she was pulled back into the abyss of desire.

Miao Zhu turned her head, taking Mu Shanyi’s fingertip into her mouth.

“Want fingers?”

Mu Shanyi’s fingers slid into Miao Zhu’s mouth, pinching her tongue briefly before removing the stud and continuing to tease.

No rush. The night was still young.