Chapter 34: The Blouse
Xiang Er was practically dragged into the living room by Shen Yuhe, their hands still intertwined.
Shen Yuhe seemed to have no need for lights, moving around the living room with ease, her vision seemingly perfect. Xiang Er turned on the lights, hurrying around the apartment, switching on every single light, then brought out a pair of slippers for Shen Yuhe.
Shen Yuhe looked at the plain guest slippers and frowned:
“Where are the rabbit slippers?”
Xiang Er, already wearing her rabbit slippers, replied awkwardly:
“These… are the slippers I usually wear. You can wear these, they’re for guests.”
Shen Yuhe raised an eyebrow, the corner of her eye tilting upwards:
“I said, I want to wear your pajamas, including the slippers.”
Xiang Er:
“…”
Before she could react, Shen Yuhe bent down, half-squatting, and forcefully… grasped her ankle.
That beautiful, jade-like hand, its nails perfectly manicured, holding her swollen ankle after a long day of work… Xiang Er was terrified and tried to pull her leg back, but it was held fast, as if in a vise.
Shen Yuhe proceeded to remove the rabbit slippers from Xiang Er’s feet and put the plain guest slippers on her, repeating the process with the other foot.
Xiang Er was frantic, almost wanting to hit Shen Yuhe:
“Aaaah! Stop it, I can do it myself!”
But Shen Yuhe ignored her, continuing to squat, her movements not exactly smooth, but quick, as she finished changing both slippers.
Then, she kicked off her high heels and slipped her perfectly sculpted feet into Xiang Er’s rabbit slippers.
She sighed contentedly:
“Mm, your body heat.”
Xiang Er:
“Ah… you… I… aaaaaah!!!!!”
She covered her face with her hands and leaned against the wall, feeling like she was about to melt into a puddle on the floor!
Her face burned, her hands also growing hot. She wanted to hide, but she didn’t know where to hide.
This was her home!
Had she made a mistake? Now it felt like… Shen Yuhe had come here just to watch her embarrassment, to see her break down!
Saying those things, what did she mean?!
While Xiang Er was still panicking, Shen Yuhe had already gone to the living room, sat down on the sofa, spread her legs casually, looked around the room, picked up the remote control, and tried to turn on the television.
Xiang Er said:
“Do you want to watch TV now? Do you know how to use this remote? Wait, it’s an old model…”
But the television had already turned on, the sound of a drama filling the room.
Xiang Er looked at Shen Yuhe’s hand in confusion. She hadn’t seen her press any buttons, how had the TV turned on?
She must be tired and seeing things.
She glanced at the television screen, the images from last night still vivid in her mind.
The matter with Li Wan had been shown on the TV… The Evil God’s understanding of human technology was perhaps quite advanced.
The male lead in the drama shouted hysterically:
“Whose love do you think you’ve received? A god’s love!”
Shen Yuhe, seeing this, turned to Xiang Er, her face expressionless, and paused the TV.
Xiang Er, seeing her look at her, pointed at her face in confusion:
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
Shen Yuhe shook her head, pointed at the TV screen, and repeated:
“A god’s love.”
Xiang Er:
“Huh?”
She glanced at the TV and shook her head:
“It’s a bad drama, not worth watching. Change the channel… By the way, it’s already past ten, why don’t we take a shower and go to bed…”
As she said this, her voice lowered, her cheeks flushing.
No one else lived here, so she didn’t have any extra toiletries. Shen Yuhe would probably have to use hers… Damn it, she should have bought some things at the convenience store, how could she have forgotten!
Shen Yuhe, hearing that it was a bad drama, seemed lost in thought, then turned off the TV and stood up, following Xiang Er:
“Shower, sleep.”
Xiang Er stammered:
“Then, then… you go first?”
Shen Yuhe looked towards the bathroom, a strange smile playing on her lips, then she looked down at Xiang Er and suddenly leaned in close!
Xiang Er’s heart skipped a beat.
The living room walls were covered in faded, golden wallpaper, the dim light giving it a warm, gilded glow.
Shen Yuhe’s back was to the old, warm yellow light in the living room.
A halo of light seemed to emanate from her dark hair. Her beautiful face, in the darkness, a blend of black and jade-white, intensity and elegance, like a fusion of angel and demon.
Her red lips parted slightly, a sweet fragrance, mingled with the scent of milk, escaping her breath:
“Let’s… shower together.”
Their noses were only a centimeter apart, their breaths mingling, a strange yet familiar scent filling Xiang Er’s nostrils, surging through her capillaries, reaching deep into her body, from her brain to her heart.
She said, shower together.
The words echoed in Xiang Er’s mind, but she couldn’t process their meaning.
Shen Yuhe leaned in even closer, and even… reached out.
A pair of cool, soft hands, slowly and gently, yet purposefully, grasped Xiang Er’s wrists.
Xiang Er’s chest heaved, and she abruptly snapped back to reality, retreating:
“No, no! You go first, you go, I’ll get the bed ready for you…”
But her hands were held fast, the anchor points of her body.
With her anchor points controlled, her struggles were futile, like a caged bird. She tried to step back, her upper body leaning backwards, but she couldn’t break herself in half.
Shen Yuhe continued to press closer, her eyes dark, the sweet fragrance filling the air, like invisible ropes weaving a net around Xiang Er.
Xiang Er, unable to maintain her balance, fell backwards, her arms still held captive.
Shen Yuhe stepped forward and caught her, her arm supporting Xiang Er’s waist.
Xiang Er’s left hand, freed, fell limply to her side. Her right hand was still held by Shen Yuhe, raised in the air, her slender waist held captive in Shen Yuhe’s embrace.
It was almost a classic waltz position.
Half-embraced, half-supported, one arm raised, the female partner’s waist completely controlled…
Xiang Er thought of the dance performances she had seen, but she had never learned to dance, and she would only embarrass herself… She knew her face was burning, and she lowered her head, almost burying it in Shen Yuhe’s chest.
Shen Yuhe’s blazer was unbuttoned, revealing a black blouse beneath, and the top two buttons of the blouse were also undone.
The view within was unobstructed, black lace lingerie, a more ample and perfect cleavage than she had imagined…
Xiang Er’s mind was a blur. She should have closed her eyes, but… she had never seen such a perfect sight, she couldn’t bear to look away.
A soft chuckle came from above, and then, that beautiful sight pressed closer, almost touching Xiang Er.
Shen Yuhe’s slightly husky voice, like a whisper from heaven, reached her ear:
“Like what you see? Look all you want.”
She released Xiang Er’s waist and wrist, allowing her to stand up straight.
Then… Shen Yuhe started taking off her coat.
Slowly, seductively, she removed her blazer, tossed it on the floor, her jade-like fingers reaching for her blouse, unbuttoning the third button.
The topmost button still fastened.
Shen Yuhe, a playful smile on her face, stared into Xiang Er’s eyes as her fingers moved deftly.
Xiang Er’s mouth was slightly open, her mind blank, then suddenly, it clicked.
She realized! She realized she had been staring! Her image as a decent person was ruined!
Xiang Er let out a mortified cry:
“You go shower, I’m going back to my room!”
As she shouted, she turned and ran towards her room, faster than she had ever run before!
She slammed the door shut behind her, shutting out the beautiful woman, as if blocking a raging fire, her heart pounding, her body tense, as if she had just survived a terrible battle.
And it was a battle! A battle between her and beauty itself, and the enemy was being incredibly aggressive!
Xiang Er gasped for air, feeling like she was suffocating. Her legs stiff, she walked to the window, opened it slightly, and breathed deeply, the cold night air against her face, as if trying to extinguish the flames within her.
Why was the night sky still black, why wasn’t it burning like her heart, a fiery gold and red? Why was the world still so quiet, why wasn’t anyone else screaming like she wanted to?
Xiang Er gripped the windowsill, the cold December wind against her face, only intensifying the flames within her. Something was rising in her chest, struggling to escape, but she couldn’t find a way to release it… She gritted her teeth, preventing herself from screaming out loud.
She composed herself and listened for any sounds from outside. A faint rustling, then silence, the sound of slippers shuffling on the floor, and after a while… the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Xiang Er exhaled, knowing that the ordeal was over for now.
Thankfully, Shen Yuhe hadn’t barged into her room and dragged her into the shower with her. Her heart was safe.
For now… safe.
Coming back to her senses, Xiang Er started to wonder. As an orphan, it was understandable that she wasn’t always socially adept, but why was Shen Yuhe also so… so… direct?
It was excessive, not like someone who had grown up in human society for so many years. Who would try to shower with their new roommate on their first night? And undress in front of them! And say things like, “Like what you see? Look all you want…”
Xiang Er decided that she would ask Shen Yuhe about her upbringing sometime, her way of thinking was so unusual.
Her room was separated from the bathroom by only a thin wall, and the sound of running water was clear, she could even see the steam rising from the bathroom window.
Xiang Er watched the steam dissipate into the night, and couldn’t help but imagine Shen Yuhe standing under the showerhead… She abruptly shook her head, pressing her hands against her temples, and scolded herself: Get a grip, Xiang Er!
She pulled the rusty window closed, tightly, leaving no gaps, not a single crack for her imagination to seep through.
Turning around, she leaned against her desk, exhausted from the mental struggle, her gaze unfocused, falling on a corner behind the door.
She saw something small.
A fist-sized, slime-covered, tentacled… thing.
Hmm
Huh?