Wei Shuyu almost regretted it a bit.
She looked toward the lamp in the corner of the wall, that dim yellow little lamp—wasn’t this something Jin Yizhu had planned for a long time?
Who would put such a small lamp in a room for no reason?
But this was a vacation villa in Karuizawa, a place meant for this kind of thing anyway…
“What kind of thrill do you want?”
The more she said that, the more Jin Yizhu found it amusing.
“Say it, what kind of thrill do you want?”
From the very beginning, back in that misty haze when she reached out her hand to Wei Shuyu, she had thought this person was so interesting.
In the dazzling, flashy lights of Hong Kong, how could someone gaze at Victoria Harbour with no yearning in their eyes?
“Wei Shuyu, tell me, what do you want?”
Jin Yizhu made no substantial moves, just kissing Wei Shuyu’s lips again and again. Her hands encircled Wei Shuyu’s waist, pressing against Wei Shuyu’s most sensitive spot, but she did nothing more.
She was just forcing Wei Shuyu, making her admit her love once more at a moment like this.
“Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
She wanted to use base desires to keep Wei Shuyu by her side. She wanted Wei Shuyu to yearn no more for that empty river. She wanted Wei Shuyu to taste the flavors of the human world again.
She wanted Wei Shuyu to admit it herself—that because she loved her, she was willing to stay by her side.
“…Jin Yizhu.”
Wei Shuyu controlled her breathing. She knew what Jin Yizhu wanted to hear, but she couldn’t say it.
She wasn’t the type who could voice such words. It wasn’t that she couldn’t face her own desires; it was just that her sense of shame was especially strong.
“Jin Yizhu…”
She just called Jin Yizhu’s name, almost like she was pleading.
Jin Yizhu’s fingertips were lightly caressing her—not with deliberate rhythm, not intending to give her anything specific, just touching her body now and then. But even this rhythm, even these motions alone, already made her body’s reactions grow stronger and stronger.
“…Do I have to say it?”
Wei Shuyu closed her eyes. Desire tormented her. She wasn’t truly pure and desireless; on the contrary, she had more desires than most.
“I can’t say it…”
She couldn’t say it, but even just that was enough to be alluring.
Her skin was fair to begin with, and with that refined face—one that seemed almost sexually aloof just by looking at it—now flushed red, even the corners of her eyes tinged with pink.
“I really want to hear it.”
Jin Yizhu lowered her head and kissed the corner of her eye. As expected, her eyelashes trembled lightly.
“But like this, you’re already cute enough.”
Cute enough that she wanted to, right now, immediately, in the next second, just…
That was what Jin Yizhu thought, and that was what she did.
“Jin Yizhu…!”
Wei Shuyu let out a soft cry. She wanted to turn her head away, to hide herself, but Jin Yizhu pinched her chin.
“Don’t be so perverse…”
“Am I being perverse?”
Jin Yizhu acted as if she hadn’t heard. The words “considerate” had never really had much to do with her. From childhood to now, few people had ever gone against her, so she naturally never learned to be considerate.
Most of the time, her gentleness toward Wei Shuyu was something she learned from Wei Shuyu herself, or driven by upbringing, making her feel like she should say or do certain things.
Things Wei Shuyu hadn’t taught her, she didn’t know.
“What do you mean by perverse?”
Wei Shuyu controlled her breathing. She was almost at a loss for what to do.
She wasn’t the proactive type to begin with. Her earlier initiative had been driven by her own affection. Besides, being on top only felt pleasurable, not shameful. But the moment Jin Yizhu pinned her shoulders and pressed her down beneath her, she had already started feeling shy.
How strange—why had it taken until today for her to realize she was someone who got shy so easily?
“Perverse… is exactly what you’re doing now…”
Wei Shuyu’s face burned hot. Her earlobes were pinched in Jin Yizhu’s palm, rubbed without restraint. She almost wanted to swat Jin Yizhu’s hand away.
But her strength was soft and feeble—less like swatting her hand away and more like coquetry.
“…Jin Yizhu, stop tormenting me.”
“Am I tormenting you?”
Jin Yizhu smiled faintly. A kiss landed on her collarbone, lingering and tender, full of boundless affection.
“Don’t you want this?”
Wei Shuyu was cornered with no way out. She lifted her face to kiss Jin Yizhu’s lips and gripped her wrists.
But restrained by Jin Yizhu, her kiss had no force, soft and limp, only stirring Jin Yizhu’s perverse side even more.
Her fingertips lingered for a long time. Jin Yizhu had long known what to do, but she kept holding back.
Wei Shuyu’s reactions were so interesting. Even just a kiss to the corner of her lips would make her shoulders tremble—a hundred times cuter than her usual responses.
Would she react like this even without being held from behind?
Wasn’t it because she lacked a sense of security? Wasn’t it because she rejected outsiders but didn’t mind her presence?
If she had any perverse streak, it was in gazing at Wei Shuyu like this.
She wanted Wei Shuyu to look only at her, listen only to her, be controlled only by her. She wanted Wei Shuyu’s gaze, her smiles, every minute and every second—all of it to belong to her.
If this could let her see such a Wei Shuyu…
That was just too interesting.
“Wei Shuyu, look at me.”
Jin Yizhu had held back for a long time before finally commanding:
“Why won’t you look at me?”
Wei Shuyu had restrained herself for a long time, finally steadying her breathing, but under Jin Yizhu’s command, all her efforts went to waste.
Why was it like this? Why did just one sentence make her breathing and heartbeat chaotic together? Even the gasps she had suppressed for so long spilled from her throat?
“Jin Yizhu.”
Wei Shuyu could endure no more and finally gripped her throat.
“How much do you have to say?”
“Have I said that much?”
Jin Yizhu’s throat was gripped, but she felt no danger—only greater excitement.
“I just want you to look at me.”
“I know what you want to hear, but I don’t want to say it.” Wei Shuyu took a deep breath, her grip tightening a bit. “Do you have to make me say it?”
Jin Yizhu’s breath hitched for an instant. She leaned down to kiss Wei Shuyu’s lips, blocking her breath between them and loosening her hand’s grip.
“I want to hear it. Can’t I?”
“Fine.”
Wei Shuyu took a deep breath and stared at Jin Yizhu. On that refined face—which seemed forever untouched by worldly desires—a hint of shame appeared.
“Jin Yizhu, fuck me.”
Whether it was her words or her expression,
The thread of reason in Jin Yizhu’s mind snapped abruptly.
Eden’s forbidden fruit fell, and in the moment it was pierced, Wei Shuyu arched her neck, even her eyelashes quivering lightly.
She had been to the seaside many times; ocean waves were no longer unfamiliar. But the tidal wave from Jin Yizhu still crashed over her like doomsday, enveloping her completely.
“Jin Yizhu…”
In the instant her consciousness was stolen away, Wei Shuyu let out a soft sob and reached out her arms to embrace Jin Yizhu.
“Hug me.”
“Was I too much?”
Jin Yizhu hugged her tightly, a flicker of panic in that instant. She held Wei Shuyu close in her arms, kissing the corner of her lips nonstop.
“Why are you crying…”
“…Wu.”
Wei Shuyu’s tone changed. She couldn’t control the words spilling from her lips, simply obeying instinct to demand Jin Yizhu’s embrace.
“Don’t…”
“Don’t what?” Jin Yizhu asked, hugging her even tighter. “Don’t continue? I haven’t…”
Wei Shuyu shrank into her arms, her voice still carrying a sob:
“…Don’t stop.”
Jin Yizhu nearly went mad. She hadn’t expected this possibility. The moment Wei Shuyu’s tears fell, she hadn’t dared to continue.
But now she was begging her…
“How can you be this cute…”
She locked Wei Shuyu tightly in her arms, kissing her lips. The one who had just called her perverse was now passionately fervent, clinging to her for kisses, even wrapping her legs around her waist—completely surrendering everything.
“Wei Shuyu, you’re just too cute.”
“Is it that cute?” Wei Shuyu murmured, instinctively kissing her. “Want to go again?”
She still felt it wasn’t enough; she wanted more.
She wanted to be devoured by her, restrained by her, to belong to her, to become part of her.
“Wei Shuyu, do you know what you’re saying?”
Jin Yizhu hugged her tightly. She knew the person before her had completely lost her reason.
The usual Wei Shuyu wouldn’t be like this. Normally, no matter what she said—even when flirting with her—there was always reason in her eyes. Those glassy eyes had never truly belonged to her for a single moment.
No matter the time, Wei Shuyu always kept her reason—that damn reason that made her fall into those eyes time and again.
“Do you know what you’re saying? If you keep this up, I’ll lock you away?”
That was the reason she wanted—to destroy that reason.
Jin Yizhu had always known her canary was a very talented person.
She knew that outside their world, many people adored her. Many hadn’t even met her but had gone mad just from her works.
She knew she had that kind of ability. At that exhibition, in that digital audiovisual rain, she had understood: if she hadn’t reached out to Wei Shuyu in that rain, hadn’t reached out when she was most vulnerable…
She would never have possessed Wei Shuyu.
“Then lock me up.”
In her rhythm, a bit of physiological tear welled from the corner of Wei Shuyu’s eye.
She meant it. She didn’t want to think about anything else. She just wanted to succumb to Jin Yizhu’s possessiveness, to become her forbidden plaything.
“Lock me up. Make it so I don’t have to think about anything, worry about anything.”
She had been panicked long enough, afraid long enough.
What was wrong with becoming someone’s canary? What was wrong with wanting an easy life?
If all Jin Yizhu wanted was her heart or her body, that was simple—she could give it all.
As long as it rescued her from that empty, directionless life, even being a canary belonging only to her—what was that?
“Can I really lock you up?”
Before sending Wei Shuyu to the clouds, Jin Yizhu reached the clouds first in her words.
“Wei Shuyu, can I really lock you up?”
“Yes,” Wei Shuyu gasped, guaranteeing it once more. “Lock me up. Turn me into something that belongs only to you.”
I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me. If my existence means something to you, then possess me fully.
In the instant her thoughts were conquered and turned blank, Wei Shuyu kissed Jin Yizhu’s lips.
“Jin Yizhu, I belong to you.”
She said it again, heedless of everything, pressing Jin Yizhu’s wrists to push her deeper, unrestrained—almost a kind of sacrifice.
“You can do whatever you want.”
“Jin Yizhu, all of me belongs to you.”
