Overly Intense [Criminal Investigation] 118

Chapter 118: Ahhhhhhhhh

Qin Luo’s eyes lingered on the small scar.

The light from the rainy day outside the window was insufficient, and the intersecting shadows made her waist dimples seem deeper, a faint mermaid line, gaunt. Qin Luo thought that in the future, she must raise her to be fair and plump. At least when she was sick, the fat could save her life.

“If you haven’t washed, then…”

The mysophobe couldn’t say it and could only lower her hygiene standards a little more. “Then at least rinse your mouth…”

Qin Luo felt that if the two of them lived together, there would definitely be a lot of conflicts. Wasn’t it a pure waste of time to go and get mouthwash now? Besides, she wasn’t dirty. A puppy licking a kitten, they might as well be dirty together.

She pried with her hand, her fingertips sinking into the soft flesh, leaving a mark. Shen Yiyi’s skin tone was warm, not fair but translucent.

Qin Luo felt that being too fair was not good-looking. The Caucasians were too transparent, and their prominent blood vessels would make them look dry and brittle. With a little force, they would break, with no resilience. The Asian skin tone was more vibrant and full.

Shen Yiyi was just right, like a honey-colored jelly. Although her heart was moldy, her appearance was very clean.

Especially the skin at the base of her thighs, which was thinner and more tender than other parts, with more blood vessels.

The long, slender capillaries were faintly visible under the skin, like drawn red lines, not obvious, only visible when you got close. The light green, transparent blood vessels were slightly flushed, warm, turning pink, then purple. As her legs were raised higher and higher, her movements tensed, and you could even see them flowing in her body.

Originally, Qin Luo had just held her steadily.

She knew that kissing a kitten required patience. Although she was not a person with a silver tongue, her tongue was quite nimble, licking and lapping finely.

Shen Yiyi was very smooth, very juicy.

So juicy that it was about to drip in the next second. Even her breath was filled. Anyone would want to swallow this delicious little cake in one bite.

Qin Luo remembered that when she was staying at Shen Yiyi’s house, she would peel oranges for Shen Yiyi. Shen Yiyi was afraid that the juice would splash and would put many layers of napkins in her palm, carefully not getting it on the floor, and would lick the corners of her mouth from time to time.

She was like this now too.

She was afraid that it would leak out of her mouth, so she grabbed a velvet blanket to put under it. From the tip of her tongue to the corner of her lips, she soothed it back inch by inch. She couldn’t help but want to go deeper, closer, and slowly retract her out-of-control speed. When she licked the deepest part, she was filled with a sweet taste, and her lips sank into the warmth.

Qin Luo’s sofa was custom-made by a brand. It was leather, and there was no place to grab.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she was biting her lip. The broken sound in her breath was incredibly soft.

Shen Yiyi didn’t believe that the sound was coming from her own throat. It was not used to hearing it, so she held her breath, but the more she held it, the more chaotic it became. Civilized reason was sinking, and her self-instinct was rising. A gust of wind blew from the cracked gap, and she was blown crooked.

A person’s will is always as fragile as paper. She couldn’t hold back her tears, couldn’t help but laugh, and she couldn’t stop the sound of her moans.

“Is it comfortable?”

Her lower abdomen was tensed into a wrinkle, and her knees were trembling in Qin Luo’s palm. There were no burns, but it had ignited all the latent heat.

Shen Yiyi was unwilling to admit that this soaring and expanding emotion was pleasant. A survivor always has a hard time taming happiness. In her impression, laughing out loud would be a disservice to the deceased. It was just that the more she suppressed this thought, the bigger the next wave would be.

She would only be swallowed deeper.

Shen Yiyi had never been in such a mess. She couldn’t even tell if it was pleasure or a painful pleasure. As long as she didn’t grab something, she would lose control and fall.

But Qin Luo’s sofa was leather. The only velvet blanket she could grab was out of reach. Without a support, there was no sense of security. She could only put her hands in Qin Luo’s hair.

Qin Luo’s mind was not on her hair. Instead, the kitten’s pubic hair was a little prickly on her face, which made her care.

Although it looked flat and smooth, a slight rub of her face would tell you that Shen Yiyi had taken care of it herself, not by laser treatment. If it was not taken care of for a few days, the vigorous hormones would stimulate its growth, and the small fluff that emerged would be like the barbs on a cat’s tongue. Qin Luo’s unreserved rubbing would make her itchy.

Very cute.
She licked her face with love.

“Say something.”

Just now, she had been so aggressive. Now she was a mute princess. A cultured person also had a low taste. It was one thing for Qin Luo’s palm to be on her butt, gently squeezing, but in the end, she gave it a heavy slap.

A crisp sound echoed in the living room.

Shen Yiyi had never been treated like this in her life. Her world had completely collapsed.

“Qin… Luo!”

Qin Luo sat up straight and looked down at her, her whole body flushed, the capillaries on her legs even clearer. Her arms were unconsciously covering her face, afraid that she would see her clearly.

Her fingertips fumbled around the blood vessels. The blanket was soaked. She asked relentlessly, “Say it. Are you comfortable? I have to confirm if I’m… mmmph—”

Qin Luo’s neck was suddenly hugged, her waist bent, and her mouth was pinched again.

But this time, Shen Yiyi did not use force. “You can just continue. I’ll hit you if I’m not comfortable.”

Prying her open.

She never said she liked or loved her. Even when she was crying and going crazy, she wouldn’t give her any reassurance. She didn’t know what Shen Yiyi was hiding, so Qin Luo wanted to pry open her mouth, to ask her if she had read the letters, how long she had liked her, and if she would run away again in the future. The lips that had swallowed her tongue were now swallowing her fingers. Because she herself was delicious and juicy, Qin Luo had only fiddled with them a couple of times and had been easily clamped, the process silky smooth.

Qin Luo asked tentatively, “Is this okay?”
“…It’s okay.”

Her nerves were shaved into thin threads, winding into her body from the thinnest and most tender part of her skin. It was rough and warm, a file gently scraping her palm, first itchy and then numb. She was lit with a spark. It was clearly not painful, but the swelling and itching were hanging over her head. Her heart was empty, and she was pushed by the emptiness to the point of wanting to cry. She just felt that the life in front of her was so desolate, and it could never be filled.

Qin Luo did not take off her watch. The watch that could buy a house was shaking on her wrist. The hand without a watch was on her cheek. Shen Yiyi was so scared she didn’t dare to open her eyes. Qin Luo thought that it was her novice behavior that had hurt her. She leaned over and kissed her ear, asking if it hurt, if the speed was not right, if she had not mastered the force, and also asked if it would be better to kiss her ear, and if she liked to kiss her chin.

Shen Yiyi couldn’t answer a complete sentence. She felt like she was going to die.

It was also okay to die together.

But her slightly open lips, her subconscious hand on her shoulder, and for some reason, she was unbuttoning Qin Luo’s shirt as she was doing it.

Too intense.

The taste left by the kiss was too intense, and the volume when she said she loved her was also too intense. Love was too far away for her. It had no concrete shape in her. Shen Yiyi felt that she was covered by a glass cover, and the entire sofa under her was also trapped inside. Her open legs were very unnatural, and Qin Luo’s hand holding her was on her spine. She could constantly hear her own panting, wave after wave, but her brain was very quiet, still sealed, with the feeling of expansion before the last bit of air in the sealed bag was sucked out.

Bloated, sluggish. She was so hot she couldn’t breathe.

Shen Yiyi could even hear the low sound of blood flowing past her cochlea. She couldn’t shift her attention and stared at that sharp needle, hoping that it could pierce this bag, so she began to call for help.

“Qin Luo…”

She got help, a deeper kiss.

The long and scorching summer was always annoying. Shen Yiyi hated the heat, hated seeing her mother, hated the slow arrival of the summer nights when the father and daughter would stare at the white wall after dinner. Shen Qinwen would always forget to freeze the watermelon and would open the window and curse the men who were drinking at the food stall at the intersection all night, until Qin Luo arrived. The summer was given a tolerance, and the memories began to have mung bean popsicles and the market, and the storm also became quiet.

“Qin Luo.”

Qin Luo watched Shen Yiyi tremble uncontrollably, her fingernails leaving a long mark on her shoulder blade. So she increased her flexibility and quietly admired how she could make her hum non-stop.

“Are you coming?”

Shen Yiyi’s reaction was slow. Where was she going? She just felt that the sharp needle in her illusion had pierced the glass cover, and a large gush of fresh oxygen had rushed in, so full that she wanted to burp. She had to grab something, so she couldn’t let go and hug Qin Luo back. In her ear was the praise from Qin Luo, something like “you’re so cute, I like you so much.”

Before she fell back, these were not important.

Right now, she just wanted to bite Qin Luo to death, or immediately call Hong Ziguang and curse him for being a fool, to smash the smoking bucket at the corner of the corridor. The most direct thing was to buy a megaphone and shout at Qin Luo with the volume that would startle people at the entrance of a supermarket: “I know, I know, you did a good job. I hope you’ll come again next time.”

She even wanted to smoke a post-coital cigarette.

So, her consciousness was so paranoid, violent, and destructive.

She found that she preferred this overly intense feeling more than Qin Luo, that it could make her want to die, a thick layer that no one could escape.

She also found that the shadow was actually herself.

…

“Where are you going?”

Qin Luo was pushed away. She watched Shen Yiyi put on her pants and walk toward the bathroom, her pace very fast, almost running.

Huh? Was her mysophobia acting up?

Qin Luo looked down at her wet trousers. She was the one who had been sprayed, and her hands were also wet. No, she should be the one to take a shower, right? What? She ran away again?

“Are you okay?”

Qin Luo changed into a new set of loungewear and helped to find a set of clothes that Shen Yiyi could wear. She stood at the bathroom door and knocked. There was only the sound of running water inside, and no one answered.

“I’ll leave your clothes at the door.”

…

After thinking for a while, she felt that something was wrong. Qin Luo said with concern,

“What’s wrong with you? Speak. If you don’t—”

The door was pulled open.

Shen Yiyi was wrapped in a bath towel, her eyes red. She took the clothes from her hand and forced a smile at her, as if she didn’t want her to worry. But her acting was so bad that it was easy to see through.

The two of them had been honest with each other, and there was no change from before, except that changing clothes had become more natural. She took the clothes and changed the subject. “Didn’t you buy me a lot of replacement clothes? Why are you giving me yours again? Your clothes are so loose.”

Qin Luo didn’t dare to say that she had thrown away all of Shen Yiyi’s things. “The butler took them away.”

Shen Yiyi was too smart and reacted, sneering.

Bang—

The door was closed, brushing against her nose.

So cute to be angry.

Qin Luo smiled, opened the door, and accurately hugged the Shen Yiyi who was putting on her clothes from behind. She smelled so good, and she had been so cold just now, which had made Qin Luo very scared.

“What was wrong with you just now?”

She had only put on half of her clothes when she was hugged by Qin Luo. Her navel was half-exposed. The air conditioning in the bathroom was too strong after she had just taken a shower. Shen Yiyi wanted to pull her clothes but couldn’t. “I’m a mysophobe. You have to bear with me.”

“You should have told me clearly next time.” Qin Luo taught her, even using a kindergarten teacher’s affected voice. “You should have said, ‘I’m going to take a shower. Wait for me. I’ll be right back.'”

Shen Yiyi bumped Qin Luo with her back shoulder, trying to get her to let go. “Let me put on my clothes first.”

“Don’t wear them.”

In the mirror, Shen Yiyi was like a small pendant, her ribs locked in her arms by her forearm. The bath towel had fallen off, and the clothes in the mirror only covered a little, leaving the rest exposed. The passionate scene from just now had not yet faded. The novice player was too addicted and wanted to start another round. This time, she would perform better, and she would not let her have the strength to take a shower.

“I’m sleepy.”

Shen Yiyi stared at the two of them in the mirror with an unusual expression. After a moment of calmness, she turned around.

There was no coquetry, no reliance, just a quiet embrace of Qin Luo. She seemed to be unable to say the words to take Qin Luo to see her mother, nor did she dare to say that the shadow she had seen had a human face. She could only say,

“Let’s go to sleep, okay?”