Sang Ning spoke calmly, but the air still carried an obvious sour tang that she couldn’t hide.
Shen Tingwan quickly realized that Sang Ning must have seen the video from that day. She had used Wei Xue’s phone to delete it precisely because she was afraid Sang Ning would feel unhappy if she saw it.
“Little sister Wei Xue had too much to drink that day and was throwing a drunken tantrum. She stopped it later.”
Sang Ning looked at her and nodded silently. She could guess that was what happened…
Shen Tingwan asked, “Are you upset?”
“No.” Sang Ning wondered if she was being too unreasonable. It was just some drunken playfulness between friends.
Lanlan jumped onto the sofa and started scratching at it. Sang Ning walked over to stop her, then sat down on the sofa and pulled Lanlan into her lap, absently petting her a few times.
Shen Tingwan walked over too and sat beside Sang Ning. The two of them petted the coquettish little cat together. After a quiet moment, she turned her head and stared at Sang Ning.
Sang Ning sensed the gaze locked on her and turned to look.
Shen Tingwan saw through her insincere words. “You say you’re not, but you’re ignoring me now.”
“…” Sang Ning thought of the scene in the video from that day, and a sour feeling still bubbled in her heart. She’d felt stifled these past few days.
Shen Tingwan felt an inexplicable grievance. Looking into Sang Ning’s eyes, she continued to explain, “I didn’t let her hug me and act spoiled. Aren’t you overthinking it?”
Sang Ning’s eyes were the least deceptive part of her—she had been overthinking. She didn’t want to see Shen Tingwan being too gentle with others, didn’t want her coaxing anyone else… She stubbornly pressed the point in a muffled voice. “She didn’t hug you?”
Shen Tingwan smiled helplessly and patiently said, “No, of course I wouldn’t let anyone else hug me.”
Sang Ning pursed her lips lightly. She had been overthinking it. At that moment, Lanlan jumped out of her lap and began patrolling the not-so-spacious room.
Shen Tingwan lightly pinched her cheek and leaned in with a smile, her gaze softening as she looked at her. “Will you pay attention to your senior now?”
Her eyes were full of gentle amusement, and Sang Ning’s gaze softened in response. But she deliberately stayed silent, wanting to see Shen Tingwan act a bit more spoiled.
“Still not going to pay attention to me?” Shen Tingwan leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she brought her lips near, asking softly, “Will you or won’t you?”
Sang Ning’s heart immediately raced. Shen Tingwan had always looked at her with eyes like that before, and now she understood it was meant to tease and seduce. Reading her lips, she didn’t hold out for even two seconds before leaning in to kiss her.
Shen Tingwan’s lips curved up, and she let out a soft laugh.
Sang Ning heard her laughing at her and inexplicably mustered some bravado, saying awkwardly, “Now I’m ignoring you.”
Hearing that, Shen Tingwan’s smile deepened instantly. She’d never seen anyone get jealous in such a soft, temperamentless way. “Really?”
It was a somewhat childish exchange, but Sang Ning nodded solemnly. “Mm.”
Shen Tingwan was still smiling as she casually pinched Sang Ning’s earlobe. “You can’t bear to.”
Sang Ning stared at her eyes, curved in a slight smile, and zoned out for a moment. She’d once heard Shen Tingwan say those exact words to Jiang Yunchun, and at the time, she’d thought her senior was so good at acting spoiled. But when she did it with her, she was even better at it.
Sang Ning stubbornly held out, refusing to take the bait.
Shen Tingwan’s eyes brimmed with coquettishness as she asked helplessly, “So, how can I coax you?”
With their lips so close, tantalizingly near yet not quite touching, Sang Ning couldn’t hold back any longer. She leaned forward, pinning Shen Tingwan into the corner of the sofa, tilting her head to kiss her—light kisses turning to gentle sucking, her movements practiced.
As the person before her drew near, Shen Tingwan met her lips in perfect sync, lightly wrapping her arms around her.
The kiss after so long apart quickly grew lingering and fervent after just a few moments.
She had missed her already, and now her possessiveness swelled. Sang Ning held her tight, her lips and tongue slowly entwining, the kisses growing more urgent.
Shen Tingwan’s back sank into the sofa as she responded with equal enthusiasm, actively taking what she wanted too.
The living room was silent, but the air in the sofa’s corner grew scorching from their entangled deep kisses.
Sang Ning was still wearing her hearing aids, catching every occasional breathy sound from Shen Tingwan during the kiss—the reactions that came only with genuine passion. She loved hearing them; they made her heart feel more secure. Subconsciously, she kissed deeper, greedily.
Shen Tingwan sighed again, slightly parting her lips as her ragged breaths spilled out. She was easily aroused.
It had been so long. Their gazes met, and a single look conveyed everything.
Shen Tingwan’s breathing grew hotter as her fingers slowly reached for Sang Ning’s ears, helping her remove the hearing aids.
Both hearing aids were taken off and set aside. Sang Ning understood the implication, her cheeks flushing hotter, her kisses growing stickier. She didn’t hold back or restrain herself, lightly kissing the corner of Shen Tingwan’s lips while her fingertips fumbled, undoing the buttons of her shirt one by one.
Shen Tingwan let her, slowly lifting the hem of Sang Ning’s clothes, her voice husky as she asked, “Is this how you want me to coax you?”
Sang Ning sucked harder.
The two tumbled on the sofa in each other’s arms for a long while, until their clothes loosened and fell away, before heading to the bathroom together.
The apartment’s bathroom was cramped, its warm lights illuminating every corner.
Shen Tingwan leaned against the sink behind her, the kisses from her lips never breaking as the back hook of her bra came undone, the last restraint falling to the floor.
Amid the kisses, Sang Ning’s final piece was also removed. She pressed forward, hugging Shen Tingwan’s waist tightly, their flat stomachs rubbing hotly together.
In the mirror before the sink, two fair, flawless figures were reflected, their sincere kisses spreading to cheeks, necks, and the softness at the tips of their hearts.
Shen Tingwan lowered her head to kiss Sang Ning’s ear. She had once thought she wasn’t interested in such matters, but Sang Ning was her exception.
She turned on the shower, and steam quickly filled the entire bathroom, blurring everything in a hazy warmth—their gazes included.
The body wash had a subtle floral fragrance, elegant and fresh. As their bodies rubbed together, it foamed generously.
They held each other, the foam on their bodies soon rinsed clean by the hot water, leaving only droplets trailing down their waists, backs, and between their legs.
Shen Tingwan pressed her forehead against hers and let out a soft hum.
Sang Ning’s face burned, her heart pounding in the cramped, steamy space filled with wet heat and lingering dissatisfaction.
Involuntary gasps grew heavier, intermittently blending into the rush of the water.
Shen Tingwan stroked Sang Ning’s wet, disheveled long hair. Before long, her legs weakened again, nearly unable to stand.
Sang Ning carefully held her tight, planting gentle kisses on her water-beaded cheeks, her breaths scorching as her fingertips continued their teasing caresses.
Shen Tingwan nipped her earlobe and hummed lowly, “Enough… let’s go out…”
Sang Ning’s heart burned hot, as if she hadn’t heard. Only when the breaths at her right ear grew more obvious and trembly did she slow down.
They lingered in the steamy bathroom for over an hour before finally stopping, breathless.
After hastily blow-drying their hair, they returned to the bed, their passion undimmed.
Their long hair fell in a tangled mess together.
Shen Tingwan’s waist trembled lightly, her eyes hazy as she absently straightened Sang Ning’s disheveled strands.
Sang Ning panted softly, asking earnestly in a small voice, “Do you like it?”
“Mm.” Shen Tingwan’s lips had been bitten and released repeatedly tonight. Once someone got her into bed, all her restraint and innocence vanished.
Sang Ning was mostly quiet and reserved, but in these moments, she gave her all—as long as Shen Tingwan liked it. Tonight, she carried an impulsiveness she hadn’t before, all driven by uncontrollable possessiveness. Every kiss was deep and urgent.
Shen Tingwan sensed her mood and, after another round, asked hoarsely, “Have you bullied me enough?”
Sang Ning’s face flushed red as she quietly held her.
After being tossed around several times, Shen Tingwan retaliated by slowly, gently nipping at her ears.
Sang Ning couldn’t help but let out a low hum, the sensation tingling and numbing. She loved when Shen Tingwan bit her ears, loved these intimate acts with her—her possessiveness filled to the brim.
After a brief rest, Shen Tingwan held her and rolled over.
Sang Ning gazed at her softly, knowing she was tired today, and endured her discomfort to say, “No need…”
Shen Tingwan’s palm was soaked as she gently kissed her right ear, sighing softly to coax her. “Be good.”
Sang Ning’s eyes half-closed, her waist instinctively swaying in rhythm, her dissatisfaction slowly fading.
After the pleasure, they held each other, savoring the time. Shen Tingwan had been tired from her trip to begin with, and after hours of this tonight, she grew drowsy.
The embrace after such intimacy felt exceptionally secure to Sang Ning—no closeness was too much, as if they couldn’t bear to part.
Shen Tingwan stroked her long black hair and kissed her. “Don’t overthink it.”
Sang Ning murmured softly, “Mm.”
Shen Tingwan brushed her hair aside and gazed at her face for a long time. “Do you think I act like this with everyone? I’ve only ever shamelessly flirted with you…”
Sang Ning’s heart settled. Shen Tingwan understood her so well—she was just afraid she wasn’t unique to her.
Shen Tingwan nipped at her fair cheek. “I’m all yours now. Still don’t trust me?”
Sang Ning huffed. “I trust you.”
Shen Tingwan asked, “Then why were you cold to me?”
Tallying up another grudge, Sang Ning stared at her and squeezed out in a soft, aggrieved voice, “I was jealous.”
Shen Tingwan wanted to laugh at her expression. Saying it out loud made it better. “Mm, it was my fault for not doing well enough and making my baby girlfriend jealous.”
Sang Ning: “…”
Shen Tingwan pulled her into a face-to-face embrace. “So you’ve been sulking unhappily these past few days?”
Sang Ning drew a soft breath, not denying it.
“Don’t bottle it up,” Shen Tingwan gazed intently at her brows and eyes, half-joking. “I’m afraid if you sulk too much from being unhappy, you won’t like me anymore…”
Sang Ning frowned slightly and cut her off. “That won’t happen.”
Shen Tingwan’s heart was stirred by her sincere gaze. “I’m joking.”
Sang Ning still took it seriously. “Don’t joke about that either.”
“Are you happy now?” Shen Tingwan asked again. Any knots had to be untied for them to go the distance—she wanted to go the distance with Sang Ning.
Sang Ning smiled easily. “Mm.”
Shen Tingwan kissed her pretty dimple, her heart fluttering. Life had too many disturbances for eternal happiness to be realistic. She stroked Sang Ning’s hair. “I just want you to always be happy when you’re with me.”
