Peerless Beauty – Chapter 65

Lamb

A gentle and cherished kiss

Nordic minimalist style, a 1.8-meter black walnut bed, more than enough space for two slender women to lie on, with room in the middle for a pillow.

Lu Yinxi didn’t respond, wiping her hair as she turned and left the bedroom.

She picked up the hair dryer, bent down, and started drying from the roots.

The “buzz buzz buzz” noise of the hair dryer made her feel somewhat upset and confused.

Her gaze fell again on the two tightly locked room doors.

Logically, when leaving home, one would only lock the outer door, so why intentionally lock the room door?

This is an anomaly.

As for sharing the bed and pillow with Jian Qing…

It’s not the first time; on New Year’s Eve, she inexplicably wanted someone to accompany her to sleep, just honestly sleeping together without anything happening.

Tonight, it should also not be with ulterior motives.

After drying her hair in the living room, Lu Yinxi hugged a half-person-tall stuffed bear from the sofa and returned to the bedroom, asking Jian Qing, “Did you really lose the key?”

She feared this sanctimonious scoundrel might trick her.

Jian Qing lifted her head from the book, made a sound of acknowledgment, and calmly said, “Lost for several years.”

After the key was lost, she didn’t call a locksmith to open the lock, going with the flow and no longer opening those two rooms to avoid unnecessary sorrow.

She also added, “Even if it wasn’t lost, it would still be inconvenient to let you move in.”

That day, she only tidied up this bedroom, the living room, and the bathroom, conveniently buying potted plants and stuffed toys to simply decorate it into the cozy style Lu Yinxi likes.

She didn’t even go into those two rooms to clean; a thick layer of dust had long settled there.

Lu Yinxi was puzzled: “Why is it inconvenient? Are your little secrets hidden inside?”

Jian Qing sat at the bedside, lowered her head, turned a page, and her gaze fell on the paper, her expression unchanged: “The other two bedrooms, one contains my sister’s relics, and the other holds my mother’s clothing.”

Indeed, it’s inconvenient to let her move in.

“Alright…” Lu Yinxi stared at the soft quilt, hesitated for a few seconds, then lifted it and crawled inside.

The quilt puffed up into a lump.

Lu Yinxi shrank under the quilt, placed the stuffed bear between them, and mumbled, repeating Jian Qing’s words from teaching students in class: “‘It must be based on mutual liking, respect each other, understand each other…’ Teacher Jian, I think you said this very well and correctly. As a teacher, you must lead by example.”

Don’t do anything beastly in human clothing.

The air was filled with refreshing moisture and the fragrance after bathing. Jian Qing glanced at the bulging warm bundle beside her, said nothing, and leaned against the headboard, quietly looking down to read.

—Disdaining to heed her childish warning and hints.

The crisp sound of book pages turning reached her ears. Lu Yinxi noticed this scoundrel ignoring her, softly hummed, and said nothing more.

She turned around, with her back to Jian Qing, silently contemplating those two locked rooms next door.

Compared to the high-end apartment in the city center, this inconspicuous three-bedroom, one-living room seems more like Jian Qing’s home.

She has locked her family’s memories here.

Her sister’s relics, her mother’s clothing…

Lu Yinxi knows that her sister has already passed away, but where did her mother go?

On the morning of the first day of the new year, she was not at home early in the morning.

When asked later, she said she went to the hospital to visit someone.

Is that person her mother?

What illness does her mother have that cannot be treated at the well-known First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou, but instead requires going to another hospital for treatment, and she cannot be brought home during the new year?

There is only one answer: a specialized disease.

An infectious disease hospital or a mental hospital.

Patients in these two types of specialized hospitals require specialized treatment and must not leave the hospital without permission.

However, infectious diseases can usually be treated, allowing recovery and discharge. From January to April, since Jian Qing hasn’t brought her mother back, the likelihood of the other type of disease seems greater.

“Afraid?”

The person beside her suddenly asked.

Her thoughts were interrupted by these two words, and Lu Yinxi turned her head to look at Jian Qing, countering: “Afraid of what?”

Jian Qing glanced at her sideways and said lightly: “The next room holds things of the dead.”

Lu Yinxi shook her head and said: “When I was little, my mom took me from the countryside to the city. The year I moved into the hospital’s family housing, a dissection building near the hospital was renovated. Guess what it was turned into?”

Jian Qing didn’t speak, just raised an eyebrow to indicate confusion.

Lu Yinxi answered her own question: “——An elderly activity center, specifically for retired senior cadres and employees of the hospital to gather, exercise, entertain, and relax.

When I was little, after finishing my homework, I would go there to play with the fitness equipment, and when I got tired, I would lie in the room to take a nap. Why would I worry about it once having cadaver teachers?”

In medical studies, the first dissection class teaches respect for the deceased, respectfully calling the dissected bodies “cadaver teachers.”

Lu Yinxi suddenly softened her voice and gently said: “Moreover, that’s your sister, so I’m even less afraid.”

The deceased is her sister, and next door holds her relative’s relics. Lu Yinxi doesn’t find anything fearful about it, cherishing the house and the crow on it.

Only regret the passing of a young life.

And her mother.

If she is willing to confide, Lu Yinxi is also willing to be that listener.

She is willing to understand and accept everything about her.

Jian Qing, with an indifferent expression, stretched out her hand and gently rubbed Lu Yinxi’s hair, saying nothing more than: “Sleep.”

Lu Yinxi responded with an “oh,” turned her back again, and closed her eyes.

Jian Qing still leaned against the headboard, turned her head, lowered her eyelids, quietly watching her.

After silently pondering for a moment, Jian Qing reached out and turned off the light.

The light faded, darkness swept in, and she shrank to the side against the wall, curled up her body like a shrimp, silently enduring the darkness.

Lu Yinxi saw the room suddenly go dark, turned around in confusion, and saw her curled up in the corner. It felt as if her heart had a large piece dug out.

Hurriedly, she lifted the quilt, turned on the bedside lamp, threw the teddy bear between them to the corner of the bed, leaned over, and hugged her from behind.

With her arm gently placed on her waist, Lu Yinxi pressed her forehead against her back, warmly soothing: “It’s okay, no need to turn off the light, just sleep like this. I can fall asleep; you don’t know, after being in the crew for a long time, even if someone is next to me doing a monologue, I can still fall asleep.”

Jian Qing, with her back facing Lu Yinxi, remained silent, with a hand covered in a thin layer of calluses slowly covering her hand, forcefully squeezing between her fingers, locking them, drawing her close to the soft abdomen.

Lu Yinxi let Jian Qing lead her.

The palm, through the thin sleep robe, tightly pressed against her abdomen, rising and falling with her breathing rhythm.

Lu Yinxi wanted to withdraw her hand, but Jian Qing refused to let go.

She blushed, suddenly feeling like a lamb willingly delivered to the door.

For a moment, she even suspected Jian Qing did it on purpose, luring her into a trap.

Thinking this way, her feelings of pity diminished by seventy to eighty percent, and she softly scolded Jian Qing: “How did you teach your students during tonight’s class?”

Only then did Jian Qing release her hand, turn over to face Lu Yinxi, traced every inch of her face, and softly repeated the words spoken in class: “Liking someone and yearning to touch them is very normal.”

Lu Yinxi was stared at by her straightforward gaze, cheeks burning: “What else?”

Jian Qing directly denied: “What else? Nothing more.”

She simply and neatly erased the words spoken.

Her voice was very soft, but being so close, it fell into her ears like thunder; words hesitated, and her breath brushed past, warm and unbearable.

As her body gradually warmed, Lu Yinxi hurriedly moved back a bit, trying to distance herself from this scoundrel.

She moved an inch, and Jian Qing drew an inch closer.

In the end, the two still maintained the original distance, face to face, body to body.

Lu Yinxi touched the edge of the bed behind her, did not retreat further, and began to accuse Jian Qing: “You… you deceived me again…”

Deceived her sympathy.

This time Jian Qing didn’t speak, just looked at her, reached out to help tuck her hair behind her ear, revealing a white ear, pinched her earlobe, stroked her neck, and her slender, fair right hand naturally covered her shoulder.

First, through the nightgown, motionless, after a few seconds of mutual gaze, Jian Qing’s eye corners slightly reddened, and her cold brows and eyes gradually filled with desire. Amidst their increasingly rapid breathing, her palm exerted force, pressing and rubbing, wrinkling the nightgown on the shoulder.

The unfamiliar touch lingered on her shoulder, and Lu Yinxi tensed her back, her heart trembling in waves. Looking at her, she murmured several times but still said nothing.

The bright light shone on her body, clearly revealing the small fluff on her cheeks. Her fair skin had a soft sheen, the snow in her eyes melted into burning desire, yet a faint blush hung on her cheeks.

Her heart was completely softened by this touch of shyness, and Lu Yinxi couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke her cheek.

So, she can also be bashful…

The skin under her palm was smooth and soft, her beloved’s touch of shyness more enticing than anyone’s words.

Lu Yinxi voluntarily leaned in a bit more, their breaths intertwined, heartbeats disordered.

In the midst of throbbing heat, a sudden coolness came from the shoulder

——the nightgown was pulled down.

Her shoulder was exposed, and the rubbed skin under the light showed a faint layer of pink.

Jian Qing stared at the exposed skin, her eyes growing deeper, and suddenly leaned in, approaching like a beast pouncing on its prey, pressing Lu Yinxi tightly underneath. Her soft lips pressed, leaving a kiss on the side of her shoulder.

A gentle and cherished kissing, sucking.

Lu Yinxi bit her lower lip tightly, clenched the bed sheet beneath her, then released, repeating the cycle, as the bed sheet gradually wrinkled.

Until a bruise was left on the fair shoulder, she then rose satisfactorily, looking down at Lu Yinxi.

Lu Yinxi’s eyes flickered.

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The author has something to say:

Ah ah ah ah, my little red flower, please don’t stop

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