Chapter 64

Shen Tingwan lightly bit Sang Ning’s neck, her breathing growing erratic again. At that moment, she truly admired Sang Ning’s stamina—it was as if she could never get enough.

The fervor faded in a warm, deep embrace.

Shen Tingwan was genuinely exhausted and drifted off into a half-sleep with her eyes narrowed.

Sang Ning’s heart had raced wildly all night, and only now did it begin to calm. She held Shen Tingwan tightly, gazing closely at her eyebrows and eyes before planting a kiss on her smooth forehead.

Both of them were sweaty, their bodies sticky—they definitely needed to clean up before sleeping.

After holding her for a while, Sang Ning rubbed Shen Tingwan’s waist, paused, then leaned in and called softly, “Wanwan.”

Shen Tingwan opened her eyes upon hearing her, staring lazily at Sang Ning with a smile. “Mm?”

Sang Ning said, “Let’s wash up before sleeping.”

Shen Tingwan sighed weakly, “I don’t want to move.”

Sang Ning replied earnestly, “I’ll help you wash.”

Shen Tingwan looked at her quietly, then hummed, “…Isn’t that enough already?”

Sang Ning was at a loss for words. “That’s not what I meant.”

In the bathroom, Shen Tingwan leaned against Sang Ning—she truly had no strength left even for a shower.

Sang Ning held her and turned on the showerhead, testing the water temperature on her own skin first. Once it felt right, she let the water cascade over Shen Tingwan.

When Sang Ning’s fingers carefully cleaned below, Shen Tingwan frowned slightly. Only she could do something so intimate with such a serious face, utterly unembarrassed.

Sang Ning was embarrassed, of course, but taking care of Shen Tingwan took priority over that, so she ignored the flush. As water droplets trailed over pale skin, she wasn’t entirely focused, but she held back, knowing she’d lost all control last night and hadn’t been gentle.

Shen Tingwan still grabbed her hand. “I’ll wash myself.”

Sang Ning glanced at her. “Mm…”

After rinsing off, Sang Ning fetched a bath towel and dried Shen Tingwan’s body first, then her own.

Wrapped in towels, they returned to the bedroom. The bed was a mess, soaked through. In the middle of the night, they bustled about changing the sheets before finally settling down to sleep.

That night, Shen Tingwan fell asleep the moment her eyes closed—better rest than she’d had in ages.

Sang Ning was tired too, but the excitement had overstimulated her. She snuggled into Shen Tingwan’s arms for a long time without drifting off.

Fortunately, it was a day off, or neither of them would have gotten up.

When Shen Tingwan woke, it was past ten. Sang Ning was still sleeping deeply.

She loved waking up to Sang Ning’s face—peaceful and refined. Just holding her like this brought a warm sense of happiness.

Their embrace that morning felt more intimate and warm than usual, skin pressed to skin, long legs entwined.

Shen Tingwan stroked her hair and kissed the corner of her lips a few times without waking her. She smiled at the sleeping face—last night she’d stubbornly claimed not to be tired, but now she was completely worn out.

Sang Ning had been bluffing about not being tired; last night, facing Shen Tingwan, she’d lost all control and couldn’t spare a thought for exhaustion.

Shen Tingwan had slept enough but felt sore all over, so she lingered in bed a bit longer.

Sang Ning slept so soundly she missed the phone vibrating. Seeing it was Sang Mingjuan calling, Shen Tingwan answered for her.

Sang Mingjuan heard a voice that wasn’t Sang Ning’s and thought she’d dialed wrong.

“Auntie, it’s Shen Tingwan. I visited your home last time.”

Sang Mingjuan had a deep impression of her and laughed, saying she remembered.

Shen Tingwan glanced at Sang Ning. “Sang Ning’s occupied. I’ll have her call you back later.”

Sang Mingjuan didn’t have anything urgent; she just wanted to ask if Sang Ning had finished the braised beef and offer to send more. Remembering this, she asked Shen Tingwan, “Shall I send some braised beef for you too, dear?”

Shen Tingwan knew Sang Mingjuan wasn’t just being polite and gladly accepted. “Thank you in advance, Auntie.”

Sang Mingjuan laughed happily, saying it was nothing.

Shen Tingwan ended the call and set the phone down. Sang Ning groped toward her in a daze, wanting to hold her. Shen Tingwan leaned in to let her.

Sang Ning slept until one in the afternoon, woken by hunger. She opened her eyes to find Shen Tingwan already up, leaving her alone in bed.

Sitting up, she glanced down at the kiss marks on her body. They hadn’t seemed like much amid last night’s frenzy, but now, in retrospect, they embarrassed her…

Shen Tingwan came in from the door just then, checking if the sleepyhead was awake.

Sang Ning instinctively pulled the blanket to cover herself.

Shen Tingwan nearly laughed.

Sang Ning realized it was pointless—they’d seen and touched everything multiple times last night. She looked at Shen Tingwan in the doorway. “Morning…”

Shen Tingwan walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. “It’s afternoon already. Not morning.”

Sang Ning murmured, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Shen Tingwan stroked her hair with a smile. “You looked too tired.”

Sang Ning wondered if, after being intimate, her heart fluttered even more fiercely. Just seeing Shen Tingwan smile at her like this was almost too much. At the same time, she felt embarrassed—last night, she’d been way too…

Shen Tingwan couldn’t resist teasing. “Feeling shy now?”

Sang Ning: “…”

Her face flushed completely.

Shen Tingwan cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her lips. “Time to get up and eat.”

“Mm.” Sang Ning smiled and kissed her cheek in return. Embarrassment paled before the sweetness; the feeling of gazing endlessly at the person she loved was too wonderful.

Her smile was so sweet that Shen Tingwan’s heart stirred, tempted to kiss her more.

Sang Ning dodged a little. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

Shen Tingwan kissed her anyway, then headed to the kitchen to reheat the food. She knew someone would be starving upon waking and had ordered takeout ahead, which had gone cold.

Sang Ning found her clothes in the closet and changed, then brushed her teeth and washed up meticulously.

Shen Tingwan was still in the kitchen, her long wavy hair pinned up to reveal a beautiful nape. She wore a light gray sweater, looking gentle and intellectual.

Sang Ning walked toward her.

Shen Tingwan turned, and Sang Ning had her hair in a casual low bun, bare-faced and languid.

No words at first—just a shared smile.

Both in their cozy home attire, Shen Tingwan suddenly felt like this was home, just for the two of them, as the person approached.

“Takeout for lunch—bear with it,” Shen Tingwan said, pulling her into a hug. “Your girlfriend can’t cook.”

“I’ll do it then.” After whispering this, Sang Ning stared at her lips and initiated a kiss that lasted several seconds.

Shen Tingwan tasted a cool, sweet freshness.

Sang Ning smiled obediently. “Paying off what I owed.”

Shen Tingwan was sweetened into silence and tugged her in for more kisses.

Sang Ning hooked her arms around Shen Tingwan’s neck, their lips and tongues in sync.

The kitchen air turned syrupy sweet from the kiss. After a long while, Shen Tingwan pecked her lips. “Feeling uncomfortable anywhere today?”

“No,” Sang Ning whispered back. “You?”

Shen Tingwan shook her head with a smile, then said she liked it.

Neither wanted the other to suffer; they’d prepared well, and last night had been gentle and patient enough. Aside from fatigue, there was no discomfort.

After lunch, they curled up on the sofa watching a movie. They watched most of it, but spent the time mostly cuddling.

Shen Tingwan recalled Sang Ning’s complete loss of control last night—not innocent at all. How could she claim no interest? Pinching Sang Ning’s waist, she whispered, “Tell me yourself—how many things have you lied to me about?”

Sang Ning looked at her. “What?”

Shen Tingwan listed them carefully: “Pretending not to recognize me, pretending you weren’t interested, pretending you only wanted to be friends…”

Sang Ning: “…………”

Shen Tingwan commanded softly, “No more pretending from now on.”

Sang Ning agreed without hesitation. “Mm.”

Shen Tingwan knew the grievances behind it all and hugged her. “I like you however you are.”

Another utterance of utmost tenderness—Sang Ning’s self-control was basically gone. She lowered her lashes and kissed Shen Tingwan’s lips.

Shen Tingwan met her adeptly.

After their physical intimacy, kissing felt different—sweeter, more tantalizing. Sang Ning let go more, kissing while stroking Shen Tingwan’s nape, drawing out her soft tongue in a slow tangle. Over the years, she’d saved up so much passion for Shen Tingwan.

Shen Tingwan deepened the kiss, full of affection everywhere.

Receiving an equally fervent response, Sang Ning panted lightly, cracking her eyes open to look at her.

Shen Tingwan gave her a look in return, then a light kiss on the lips as her answer.

Sang Ning understood. Her fingers slipped under Shen Tingwan’s hem, unfastening her pants while kissing.

Clothes scattered messily on the carpet, breaths mingling. They used half a box of condoms on the sofa.

Sunset brought romance to the end.

Shen Tingwan still welcomed Sang Ning’s buried, fervent kisses—her quiet, earnest passion was too alluring.

It took a long time for their heartbeats to steady.

Shen Tingwan pulled a blanket over Sang Ning, and they played with each other’s hair on the sofa, holding one another until nightfall.

“Your mom called this morning. I answered,” Shen Tingwan remembered suddenly.

Sang Ning paused. “Mm.”

Shen Tingwan pinched her cheek teasingly. “Scared of her finding out you have a girlfriend?”

“Not scared.” Sang Ning hugged her tighter. “Don’t overthink it.”

Shen Tingwan had a bit of pessimism; she believed lasting love was rare, with too many counterexamples around her. She’d never expected love before, let alone enduring love. But looking at Sang Ning now, she hoped for that luck.