Chapter 63

Sang Ning’s ears were sensitive and prone to tickling. When Shen Tingwan kissed the root of her ear, she nearly couldn’t stand steady. With a muffled sound, she hugged Shen Tingwan tightly. Once she understood her intentions, she no longer held back. She sought out her lips and continued the kiss.

Shen Tingwan’s back pressed against the wardrobe. She wrapped her arms tighter around Sang Ning’s back, pressing their bodies close. She indulged in the restless kiss that grew deeper and deeper, her usually steady emotions spiraling out of control.

She wasn’t the type to endure patiently, but she had held back a lot with Sang Ning—especially when she had misunderstood that Sang Ning harbored feelings for someone else. Looking back, it was unbelievable. Even when she thought Sang Ning had someone else in her heart, she had still teased her openly and subtly.

Facing Sang Ning, Shen Tingwan felt, for the first time, a helpless sense of being completely at her mercy. And yet, this person had kept her distance everywhere, insisting over and over that she only wanted to be friends…

Shen Tingwan pinched the back of Sang Ning’s neck and bit her lip in retaliation before letting go.

Sang Ning was dazed from the kissing and didn’t understand why Shen Tingwan had suddenly bitten her. After her lips were left empty, she lifted her eyes and stared at Shen Tingwan for a moment.

Shen Tingwan couldn’t withstand that gaze. She hooked her arm around Sang Ning’s neck again, lowered her eyes, and deepened the kiss. She had no intention of letting her off tonight.

Red lips kept coming forward. Sang Ning felt Shen Tingwan’s breathing grow just as erratic, and her heart burned hotter. She parted her lips and kissed back deeply—her enthusiasm for Shen Tingwan was boundless.

Shen Tingwan stroked the back of her neck, her breaths growing heavier. Sang Ning learned quickly, especially when it came to kissing; each time was more skilled than the last.

Their back-and-forth kisses heated the air, raising the temperature.

Heartbeats raced out of control.

Shen Tingwan opened her eyes and guided Sang Ning’s hand to the small of her back, just below her waist.

Sang Ning caressed lightly, her heart pounding like a drum.

Shen Tingwan laughed at her clumsiness and leaned close to her right ear, whispering softly, “You can be a little naughty.”

“Mm.” Sang Ning quickly understood what “naughty” meant here. The robe on her body was loose, its collar slipping halfway down her shoulder.

As they kissed deeply again, she pressed against Shen Tingwan’s waist and abdomen, her hand drifting downward. Her fingertips brushed over the high slit of the long skirt, wandering, her palm filled with smooth, delicate skin.

Shen Tingwan lightly bit her cheek, her breathing suddenly growing much heavier.

They gazed at each other, their breaths mingling. Many things became clear in that quiet moment. Shen Tingwan whispered in her ear, “To the bed.”

Sang Ning trembled as she hugged her tight, kissing her ear and saying, “Okay.”

The long skirt fell onto the robe.

The bedside nightlight cast a warm, ambiguous glow as their kisses came in fits and starts.

Sang Ning had never seen Shen Tingwan like this—completely open. There were two small moles just below her collarbone. Her face burned red, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away; she couldn’t get enough.

Shen Tingwan nuzzled her lip and kissed her. “Why are you staring at me like a fool?”

Sang Ning was honest in that moment. “You’re beautiful.”

Shen Tingwan bit her ear and laughed hoarsely. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

Sang Ning’s throat tightened, and she laughed awkwardly too.

They kissed again with smiles. Sang Ning caressed her waist, parting her lips to greedily swallow the breaths Shen Tingwan offered. Shen Tingwan let out a few soft hums. After being taught, Sang Ning’s hands knew how to be naughty during kisses now.

Embraces and kisses with such openness were destined not to stay pure.

After a bout of deep kissing—

“I’ll teach you…”

“…Mm.”

The nightlight quietly illuminated their faces. The two sank into the soft bedding, their embraces and kisses intimately intertwined, every inch of skin rubbing hotly against each other.

She coaxed and kissed her, patiently soothing. Sang Ning felt that Shen Tingwan was never anything but gentle—and tonight, she tasted the pinnacle of it.

Though Sang Ning was shy, her gaze never left Shen Tingwan. She saw the love in her eyes, and her heart surged even more. In the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help but hum softly, “Senior…”

Shen Tingwan rubbed her head with one hand. “Does it hurt?”

Sang Ning shook her head, her eyes watery as she gazed at her, leaning in for sticky kisses.

Shen Tingwan met her lips proactively, kissing deeply. She had always viewed emotions lightly, but her care, her fluttering heart, and her possessiveness toward Sang Ning had all come on fiercely. She had never imagined she’d like someone this much…

Sang Ning was kissed breathless, humming softly, lost in the joy.

It came again soon.

She buried her face in Shen Tingwan’s chest, embarrassed at how easily she succumbed—but facing the person she’d liked for years, she simply couldn’t hold back.

Shen Tingwan kissed her forehead with a smile, holding her close and soothing her with light kisses.

Sang Ning kissed her neck. “Senior.”

Shen Tingwan kissed her ear, responding softly, “I’m here.”

Sang Ning’s heart settled. She realized Shen Tingwan loved kissing her ears and whispering intimately into her right one. In that moment, the whole world seemed to consist only of the two of them.

They held each other and rested for a bit. Sang Ning inhaled the fragrance at her neck, her heart itching. She clung to Shen Tingwan’s neck, planting fragmented kisses, her palm wrapping around her slender waist.

Shen Tingwan’s waist softened. Before she could react, she was gently flipped over. Her long hair scattered messily on the pillow as she opened her eyes to look at the person above her.

Sang Ning gazed at her quietly, too caught up to speak. Her scorching kisses landed directly on her lips. Facing Shen Tingwan now, she had no self-control left—and she didn’t need any.

Shen Tingwan curved her lips and kissed back, enjoying watching the usually reserved girl lose control.

Sang Ning lowered her head and kissed her forehead seriously—her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her lips, her chin… She greedily kissed every favorite spot in detail. This time, it wasn’t a dream; it was reality.

Shen Tingwan watched it all, lightly rubbing the top of her head. Her heart melted bit by bit under those kisses. She had once thought being liked by a girl like Sang Ning would bring happiness—now, she felt it doubly.

The kisses trailed downward, growing heavier.

Shen Tingwan sighed and tilted her head back. Her fair neck flushed red from the kisses as she allowed the naughty ones to slide over her collarbone to the rise and fall of her chest.

Sang Ning kissed repeatedly over the curves below her collarbone, even more uninhibited than that drunken night. Her kisses and fingertips roamed freely.

Shen Tingwan frowned and held the back of her head.

No need to teach…

She already knew how.

Shen Tingwan’s breaths quickened between her lips, and she couldn’t help but ask hoarsely, “Did you do your homework?”

“Mm…” Sang Ning leaned in to peck her lips. If she was going to do it, she’d do it thoroughly. She whispered, “Is this okay?”

Shen Tingwan’s eyes half-lidded as she hooked Sang Ning’s neck, whispering by her ear with indulgence, “Yes, I like it.”

Sang Ning’s neck burned red at those words, but she grew even more relentless, greedily fixating on Shen Tingwan’s face, not wanting to miss a single expression. Her heart had been burning all along; only after touching did she realize Shen Tingwan succumbed just as easily.

Shen Tingwan tilted her head back and murmured softly.

Sang Ning wanted to hear her voice and buried her head closer. “Senior?”

Hearing “Senior” made Shen Tingwan heat up again instantly. She took Sang Ning’s right earlobe between her lips, unable to speak, left only with messy breaths.

Her right ear filled with those alluring sighs. Sang Ning buried her head and kissed her deeply.

The late-night bedroom fell silent.

Their murmurs rose and fell, alternating several times.

That night, Sang Ning clung tightly to Shen Tingwan, crying out “Senior” uncontrollably many times—embarrassingly so, but Shen Tingwan loved hearing it, loved it immensely.

They reached the peak several times, a thin layer of sweat on their bodies as they held each other and rested. Shen Tingwan was worn out and drowsy. She closed her eyes for a short nap, but the rustling of the sheets and Sang Ning’s kisses soon roused her.

Kisses like raindrops trailed from her nape to her back to the small of her back, spreading over her entire body.

Shen Tingwan hadn’t expected her to be so insatiable, kissing everywhere. She couldn’t help but pinch her face and laugh. “Haven’t you kissed enough?”

Sang Ning had completely lost control that night, driven purely by instinctual affection.

Soon, the blush-inducing sounds of sucking filled her ears.

Shen Tingwan’s waist twitched. “Sang Ning…”

Sang Ning was buried deep and didn’t catch it clearly, kissing her lips meticulously.

Shen Tingwan bit her lip halfway, her fingers pressing into the fluffy hair, stirring new dissatisfaction.

A little faster.

Shen Tingwan tugged her ear.

Sang Ning finally lifted her head, seeing her flushed cheeks, then leaned down to kiss her cheeks and lips.

Shen Tingwan kissed her stickily a few times. “Not tired?”

Sang Ning looked into her eyes. “Not tired.”

Shen Tingwan rubbed her nose against her ear. Helplessly, she said, “Last time—I’m getting tired…”