Chapter 60

Wei Shuyu did not refuse.

Jin Yizhu’s kiss was both urgent and heavy, without any finesse, since she did not know any anyway.

She simply followed her instincts, nibbling and devouring Wei Shuyu’s lips, tangling with the tip of her tongue.

It was very sweet, very soft, an enchanting sensation that was even more captivating than when Wei Shuyu had taken the initiative to kiss her. Jin Yizhu plundered Wei Shuyu’s breath like she was addicted.

Her head spun, her senses reeled.

Jin Yizhu rarely lost control, but under this brilliant starry sky, she always felt as if a long-dormant volcano in her heart was erupting with astonishing heat.

“No… Jin Yizhu.”

Wei Shuyu was kissed until she could hardly breathe and had to tug at her collar.

“Jin Yizhu…”

She wanted to tell her to stop kissing, but her breaths came in gasps, unable to form more words.

She was no saint; she had always been susceptible to temptation, let alone from Jin Yizhu—the Jin Yizhu she had fantasized about alone in the dead of night.

She wrapped her arms around her waist, drawing closer without a care, kissing her deeply.

Their hot, wet tongues entwined, as if unwilling to let go for even a moment. Wei Shuyu felt like a lost traveler, willingly bewitched by a siren.

Under the moonlight, Jin Yizhu’s eyes shone with startling brightness.

She gazed at Wei Shuyu, her fingertips trailing over her cheek, softly calling her name: “Wei Shuyu…”

‘You’re so cute.

I really want to eat you up.’

She did not know how to express it and could only hold Wei Shuyu tighter.

Jin Yizhu kissed her in fits and starts, her breathing erratic, her body temperature rising to a scorching heat.

“Jin Yizhu…” In a daze, Wei Shuyu surrendered and asked her, “Do you still want to keep looking at the stars?”

“I stopped wanting to long ago.”

Jin Yizhu answered:

“Let’s go back.”

In the courtyard, the trees stood lush and verdant.

The maple trees and flowers had been tended early in the morning, striving to present a perfect scene for their visit.

A small bridge arched over flowing water, leaves drifted down in profusion, and red maples blazed like flames, fluttering from the branches.

The moonlight cast a cool glow on the water’s surface, reflecting the nearby flowers and trees, making the landscape seem layered and artfully designed.

“You really don’t want to look anymore?” Wei Shuyu’s lips curved up as she leaned close to Jin Yizhu. “The honeydew is delicious.”

“Should I have them send another plate?”

Jin Yizhu was always considerate, even in such a moment, still prioritizing Wei Shuyu’s wishes.

“If you like it, you can eat more.”

“It’s not that much,” Wei Shuyu said contentedly, planting a light kiss on her lips. “If I had to say, I prefer eating you.”

“…What do you mean by eating me?” Jin Yizhu muttered, clearly imagining something, and said no more.

Only one small lamp burned in the bedroom, flickering with dim yellow light.

Shadows danced vaguely, as if nothing could be seen clearly.

The moment the door closed, Wei Shuyu turned and kissed Jin Yizhu’s lips.

Unlike before, it was an aggressive kiss.

Gentle, yet forceful, leaving Jin Yizhu a little unaccustomed.

She had never seen Wei Shuyu like this; in her presence, Wei Shuyu was always sweet and soft, whether her lips or her person.

“Wei Shuyu?”

Jin Yizhu was a bit surprised. Even as she was pushed onto the bed, she wondered what Wei Shuyu was doing.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?”

Wei Shuyu loomed over her, looking down, a smile playing on her lips—cool yet alluring in a way Jin Yizhu had never seen.

“Jin Yizhu, don’t you want to?”

Jin Yizhu’s breath hitched for an instant; she knew exactly what Wei Shuyu meant.

If anything, she was the one who had started this atmosphere, the one who had given Wei Shuyu the hint, the one who wanted more of Wei Shuyu.

“…I do.”

Jin Yizhu answered frankly. She reached out, gripped Wei Shuyu’s neck, and pulled her down, taking the initiative in the kiss.

“I want to be even closer to you.”

“Is this close enough?”

Wei Shuyu kissed her lips lightly, her kisses a bit clumsy. She was not used to this position, but Jin Yizhu was straight, so this should be her spot, right?

“How close?”

She captured Jin Yizhu’s lips, just as Jin Yizhu had kissed her earlier—a kiss full of possessiveness.

Even in this moment, even with her mind clouded by possessiveness and a desire to make Jin Yizhu hers alone, Wei Shuyu remained gentle. For some reason, she could not match Jin Yizhu’s dominance; she merely suckled Jin Yizhu’s lips again, entwining their lips and tongues.

In the swaying lamplight, the bathrobe loosened silently, slipping from her back to her ankles.

Wei Shuyu kissed Jin Yizhu as her body instinctively pressed down, skin meeting skin.

“Wei Shuyu,” Jin Yizhu’s hand caressed her back, tracing down her spine to rest at her waist. “You’re really so soft.”

Wei Shuyu trembled lightly. Something felt off; she was the one on top, so why did it feel like Jin Yizhu was in control?

“You’re soft too… so soft.” Wei Shuyu buried her face in Jin Yizhu’s chest, feeling a softness like clouds. “Does this feel good?”

The vague longing sharpened into something specific, an emotion beyond words surging like a tide, assaulting Wei Shuyu’s heart.

Her pounding, burning heart turned even the faint ache into something indescribable, like a reward.

Jin Yizhu let out a soft gasp, her fingertips trailing over Wei Shuyu’s back, leaving faint marks. “A little more.”

“…A little more?”

Wei Shuyu whispered, though she was on top, Jin Yizhu’s breathing inexplicably stirred a flutter in her.

“Like this?”

Following the curve of Jin Yizhu’s waist, she kissed downward until Jin Yizhu trembled lightly.

“Yes,” Jin Yizhu’s voice held restraint, her fingers stroking Wei Shuyu’s hair. She did not press Wei Shuyu’s head down but lifted her own waist. “Yes…”

Her usually calm voice carried a hint of allure.

Wei Shuyu keenly caught the shift in tone. She was not entirely clueless, just lacking confidence, but Jin Yizhu’s reaction made her feel she was doing it right.

Her fingertips brushed a hint of wetness, and Wei Shuyu hesitated instead.

She leaned down, seeking Jin Yizhu’s permission. “Jin Yizhu…”

Her voice was soft, more a plea than possession. “Is it okay?”

“Yes,” Jin Yizhu answered decisively. “I want you.”

Wei Shuyu still hesitated, but Jin Yizhu grasped her wrist.

As if to prove her love, or to reassure Wei Shuyu, as she was claimed by those fingertips, pinned on the cross of desire, Jin Yizhu frowned slightly, offering herself fully.

She gazed at Wei Shuyu and lifted a hand to caress her face.

Wei Shuyu lowered her head, pressing against her palm, kissing her cheek. Enveloped in Jin Yizhu’s warmth, she met Jin Yizhu’s eyes, the sense that Jin Yizhu was entirely hers making her senses reel.

“I want this kind of distance.”

Jin Yizhu tilted her head up to kiss her lips, her waist rising to meet Wei Shuyu’s movements in the quickening rhythm.

“Wei Shuyu, do you understand now? This is the distance I want.”

In her kisses, in her heat, Wei Shuyu could scarcely breathe.

“I know,” she echoed Jin Yizhu. “I know now.”

In the flickering lamplight, even without looking, Jin Yizhu’s figure filled her vision.

Her loose long hair spread like seaweed across the pillow. Jin Yizhu’s breaths were shallow but rapid. Just before the wave crested, she closed her eyes and turned her head away, only for Wei Shuyu to grasp her chin and kiss her lips again.

“Jin Yizhu, why dodge?”

Bound by the tightening rhythm and then released, Wei Shuyu withdrew her fingers and, before Jin Yizhu, lightly licked her fingertips.

“Don’t you like it?”

Your body clearly does.

She had the line ready but could not voice it.

“It’s not that I don’t like it.”

Jin Yizhu said. Lying beneath Wei Shuyu, her gaze darkened inscrutably.

“I just prefer it this way.”

Before Wei Shuyu could react, Jin Yizhu pinned her shoulders.

The tables turned. Jin Yizhu loomed over her, forehead to forehead, simply staring at her with a tone full of aggression.

“Actually, I prefer this.”

Jin Yizhu chuckled softly, kissing her earlobe and blowing gently in her ear.

“Wei Shuyu, you didn’t think that just because I’m straight, I have to be on the bottom, did you?”

“…You are straight. If you’re not on the bottom, who is?”

Just being looked at like that made Wei Shuyu’s waist go half-weak.

But it was too embarrassing; she did not want to feel it when Jin Yizhu had done nothing yet.

“You should be on the bottom. You were just now.”

“Was I?”

Jin Yizhu kissed her earlobe sensually—the small, round lobe like a pearl, easily toyed with.

“Who’s on the bottom now?”

The pressure was intense. Just three hours ago, she was straight—how was she so skilled?

Was this really instinct?

Wei Shuyu tried to turn her head away from the question, but Jin Yizhu gripped her chin.

“Weren’t you so bold when you fucked me?” Jin Yizhu laughed, kissing along her jawline. “Why dodge now?”

“I…” Wei Shuyu gritted her teeth. “Are you deliberately getting revenge now?”

“How can you say that?”

Jin Yizhu’s fingertips traced her collarbone, her lips lingering on Wei Shuyu’s. She kissed meticulously, unwilling to miss an inch.

“Didn’t you enjoy it?”

From the kiss alone, Wei Shuyu’s head spun.

In her fantasies… she had always been the one taken by Jin Yizhu…

She could barely think. She preferred this… being possessed rather than taking the lead.

Especially by Jin Yizhu.

Possessiveness poured like a waterfall, heedless and overwhelming. Even without anything happening yet, it was enough to make her…

“So wet.”

Jin Yizhu chuckled deliberately, pressing directly against the damp spot.

“Wei Shuyu, I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Wei Shuyu fell silent, trying to turn away so Jin Yizhu could not see her expression, but Jin Yizhu anticipated it and held her chin.

“Why dodge?” Jin Yizhu said. “Didn’t you just stop me from dodging?”

“Jin Yizhu…”

Wei Shuyu finally spoke, her breathing disordered.

“Can you stop talking nonsense?”

“What do you want me to do?” Jin Yizhu kissed her, successfully stirring a spark of anger. “So sensitive, and you tell me to stop talking.”

“What if I’m sensitive?”

Wei Shuyu nearly snapped in embarrassment and shoved her shoulder.

“Can’t you just give me a quick release?”