Chapter 41

Only one bedside lamp was left on in the room, creating the familiar dimness.

As she approached the bed, Cheng Yan only then realized the other woman was holding a small box in her hand.

Seeing the packaging clearly, she paused her steps.

“Who put this here?” Jun Jianqing raised her eyes and asked.

Cheng Yan coughed. “I did.”

Usually, the servants would come to clean their room, but this kind of contraceptive product was always bought and placed by them personally.

The box Jun Jianqing was holding was a box of finger cots she had put there before, but they had never been used.

Jun Jianqing: “You want to play like this?”

Cheng Yan’s throat felt a little itchy. It was a rather normal thing, but somehow, when seriously discussed, it became a bit embarrassing.

She uncomfortably tucked her hair behind her ear and gave a soft “Mm”: “It’s not that I really want to play, is it? We haven’t tried this kind of position yet, right?”

So Jun Jianqing didn’t say anything more.

Cheng Yan probed, “It’s been several days. Should we try tonight?”

Jun Jianqing lowered her eyes. “As you wish.”

That was tacit agreement.

All their intimate affairs started with a kiss.

Today was no exception.

It was just that today, the kiss, with their tongues intertwining, was especially fierce and heated, both as if wanting to swallow the other whole, to become one.

Kissing and kissing, their lips slid downwards.

“How come you always like eating here every time?”

Wrapping her arms around Cheng Yan’s head, Jun Jianqing’s forehead was damp with sweat. She asked in a hoarse voice.

Cheng Yan paused for a moment. The cherry that her tongue had been twining around for so long slipped away. She looked up slightly at Jun Jianqing, her eyes reflecting an intense, unresolvable heat. “Mm… because they’re so delicious.”

“I really do want to eat them all the time.”

She used her free hand to circle the cherry on the nearby hill. “Want to eat them all night. Does President Jun like it? Can you satisfy me tonight?”

It seemed to be the first time she had confessed her fascination with them.

Staring into her fervent, pleading eyes, Jun Jianqing felt immense satisfaction.

She stroked Cheng Yan’s head, her face unbelievably gentle. “Of course, they’re all yours.”

A smile bloomed on Cheng Yan’s face.

“I’ll definitely be careful, I won’t hurt you.”

Jun Jianqing: “It’s fine.”

Cheng Yan: “Hmm?”

Jun Jianqing: “If you like it, it’s fine. I can bear a little pain.”

Ah…

How could there be someone so unfair?

She indulged her kink far too much.

Cheng Yan said, “If it hurts, you’ll be uncomfortable.”

“I’m not.”

“What?”

Jun Jianqing’s ears were very red. Her gentle words were almost maddening. “Although it hurts a little, thinking that it’s done by our Yanyan makes me feel incredibly happy.”

“…”

Cheng Yan couldn’t resist. She leaned in to kiss her lips again. The wet kisses traveled to her earlobe, licking and nibbling softly.

“President Jun, I really like you.”

Jun Jianqing panted lightly, letting her do as she pleased. “Then can you be a bit more proactive in the future?”

“I’ll try my best,” Cheng Yan said.

Jun Jianqing smiled slightly.

Both of them knew perfectly well that this was just bedroom talk, not involving so-called “true feelings.”

They kissed for a little while longer, and then Cheng Yan went back to devouring the other cherry.

“I heard there’s a kind of medication that can induce lactation.”

Cheng Yan stopped. She stared at Jun Jianqing’s calm, unruffled expression and said, “That’s true, but don’t take it.”

“Why?”

Cheng Yan looked at the cherry that was reddened as if fully ripe. “All medications have side effects. Don’t harm your body.”

“Its side effects are very small, almost nonexistent.”

“Even so, no.”

“Don’t you like the idea?”

“I don’t like it.”

Jun Jianqing pinched Cheng Yan’s earlobe and rubbed it gently.

She said with a smile, “I won’t take it.”

Cheng Yan was wary. “Really?”

“Really. It would be very troublesome.”

Cheng Yan sighed in relief.

But the next second, Jun Jianqing did something unexpected.

She actually picked up the cup of milk on the bedside table that had gone cold. Tilting her wrist slightly, the sweet, slightly fishy milk from the glass poured entirely onto her chest.

The ripe cherry landed amidst pure white snow.

Cheng Yan: “…!”

The person beneath her laughed softly, soul-captivatingly.

“This works too, doesn’t it?”

“Will you like it?”

And then she even specifically asked her.

Cheng Yan swallowed. Jun Jianqing’s unique, cool-cold fingers traced over her throat, her voice light and husky. “Thirsty?”

Damn it, I wasn’t thirsty before, but you’ve made me dying of thirst now.

Cheng Yan felt she was about to be seduced to death.

She nodded and admitted, her voice dry. “Mm.”

Then she buried her head and drank the cherry milk.

It truly was the best milk she had ever drunk.

Cheng Yan was truly a diligent and frugal person who hated waste.

Upholding the idea of not wasting a single drop, she drank the entire glassful of cherry milk completely clean.

When the kisses continued downwards, on the dimly lit bed, she suddenly said, “Let’s turn on the light, okay?”

In the past, they only left one bedside lamp on in the room, so nothing could be seen very clearly.

“I want to see you, President Jun. Don’t you want to see me?”

“What’s there to see?”

“How could there not be? I want to take a good look at every inch of President Jun’s skin.” Cheng Yan wrapped her arms around her slender waist and said sweetly, “Now they’re all mine, and I am also President Jun’s. Of course, I need to see. Not only will I see, but I also need to let President Jun see yours.”

Such a bewitching mouth.

Saying she was hers.

Could it be because of the honey she had just fed her?

With a click, the light turned on.

Jun Jianqing closed her eyes, unable to adapt, as if she couldn’t accept such bright light all at once.

Suddenly, her whole body trembled.

A soft kiss landed on her leg. Soft, delicate, giving her soul a shiver.

Jun Jianqing clenched the bedsheet and lowered her head, seeing Cheng Yan devoutly kissing the scar on her leg.

Where her soft lips touched, it was like a flame searing, gradually igniting a great fire in her heart.

Seeing her gaze fall upon her, Cheng Yan looked up and smiled at her.

“You…” Jun Jianqing paused, changed her words, and said, “This part isn’t very pretty.”

Cheng Yan touched the spot she referred to. She had felt this scar countless times before, but this was the first time seeing it with her own eyes.

She lowered her head and pecked it several times, like a knight reverently kissing her queen, murmuring, “How could that be? Nothing that grows on President Jun could ever be not beautiful.”

Cheng Yan didn’t ask where the scar came from. If President Jun wanted to tell her, she naturally would.

She just kissed the mottled marks unceasingly. Her light, panting laughter seeped onto the skin.

“Is it ticklish?”

Jun Jianqing drew her leg back slightly.

And so Cheng Yan knew the answer.

She didn’t move away. Instead, she used her lips to measure, inch by inch, this skin that had once bled profusely.

The meticulous kisses, the devout expression.

Instantly dispelled the flash of doubt Jun Jianqing had once harbored, like smoke vanishing into thin air.

She sat up abruptly, bending her own leg.

Cheng Yan looked up, confused.

The fully packaged box had already been torn open. An unpackaged finger cot was handed to her.

Jun Jianqing stared at her and said, “Cheng Yan, use it.”

She embraced Cheng Yan as she rose, whispering softly in her ear, mingled with her irrepressible breathing. Like a passing breeze, like a coiling snake.

“Finish me.”