Song Bao.1
The bathroom’s bright light carried a harmonious warmth, sprinkling down on the young woman’s restrained sounds of weeping.
Thus, that wetness and trembling both seemed to be warm.
Yu Luo let Qi Song hold her very tightly. Her eyelashes drooped slightly. In the intense feelings transmitted by the other’s embrace, her eyes also couldn’t help but fill with a watery mist.
“Qi Song……” she asked lightly, “The thing you were afraid of, did it have a good result?”
“……Mm.” The head buried in the crook of her neck nodded continuously, the fluffy long hair rubbing against the skin on the side of her neck, a soft itch.
“Then that’s good.”
Yu Luo’s expression relaxed a bit, and she raised a hand to gently stroke the top of her head.
After a few soothing strokes, just as she was about to retract her hand, she felt the hand around her waist tighten a bit, and a careful request sounded by her ear: “Jiejie, stroke me again, okay?”
Yu Luo was slightly taken aback.
This situation and this scene seemed previously acquainted2. In a trance, the thin mist in her eyes instantly condensed into more shimmering light.
She bit her lip, her hand returning to stroke the top of Qi Song’s head.
She rubbed it unhurriedly and patiently, just like really stroking a little puppy. Amidst the comfortable sigh from Qi Song’s throat, she stroked from the soft, smooth strands of hair, bit by bit, to her warm, soft ears, and then later downwards, lightly scratching Qi Song’s chin.
To cooperate with this action, Qi Song obediently lifted her head from the crook of her neck.
That patch of skin was kneaded neither lightly nor heavily by the woman’s delicate fingertips. Through the hazy wetness in her eyes, Qi Song looked at Yu Luo, who was right before her, and saw that the other’s eyes also seemed to shimmer with light.
In the bathroom so quiet a dropped needle can be heard, there were only their difficult breaths, caused by their tears.
This instant was just an ordinary exchange of glances, yet it seemed as if many years had passed—perhaps even more than the two years they were separated.
In this feeling as if a lifetime had passed, the ecstasy-enveloped mood overflowed with a nameless pain, and Qi Song found it somewhat unbearable. She urgently needed to confirm the other’s existence, so she couldn’t help but say softly:
“Jiejie, can I kiss you?”
The form of address she had previously resisted out of jealousy was now accepted by her with excessive naturalness and speed, so practiced as if she had already said it tens of thousands of times.
In the brief wait, Qi Song heard Yu Luo’s consent.
It wasn’t “okay” or “you can.” That voice, still tinged with tears, murmured: “Quickly kiss me.”
It was as if this kiss wasn’t just Qi Song’s remedy; they both deeply needed each other.
Qi Song felt a slight tingling numbness spread through her body.
She slowly lowered her head, her lips first carefully and cautiously brushing against the woman’s cheek.
A clear fragrance emanated from the delicate skin. Intoxicated, Qi Song kissed her way from her cheek, past the tip of her nose, the corner of her eye, her forehead……
It wasn’t the first time they had been intimate, yet the complete sobriety and lack of burden at this moment was a fresh and profound experience.
Her lips brushed past the eyelashes. The fluffy touch made the tip of her heart feel an unbearable itch, and she couldn’t help but gently sip away the glistening droplets on the woman’s lashes.
Being kissed so slowly and with such restraint, Yu Luo always felt the other’s cherished affection in her intimacy with Qi Song.
Perhaps this was precisely the meaning of intimacy between lovers.
The pure and deep emotions always moved her exceptionally. Just simple pecking kisses made her legs a bit weak.
So she couldn’t help but raise her arm and hook it around Qi Song’s neck.
The posture was too suitable for kissing, like some kind of signal.
Qi Song paused slightly. Their noses touched, and they each felt the other’s scorching breath.
The flickering fire in her heart grew stronger along with it. Qi Song closed her eyes, tilted her head to move past their noses, and pressed her lips on.
On an autumn morning when the sky was still dim, the entire villa was sunk in silent sleep. But this narrow corner of the bathroom partitioned off a stretch of passionate liveliness from the silence.
In the exceptionally gentle and relaxed intimacy, both body and mind seemed to be soothed.
The clear fragrance of osmanthus lingered between their lips and teeth, becoming sweeter and richer in the intertwined wetness. Qi Song tirelessly sucked on Yu Luo’s soft tongue, hearing the woman occasionally let out an unconscious whimper from her throat.
Her heartbeat grew more intense because of this. She suddenly really wanted to hear that sound become more unbearable, more pitiful……
The thought was barely reined in, but she couldn’t stop her lips and tongue from possessing more deeply.
After an unknown amount of time, under Yu Luo’s finally unbearable soft hum, she reluctantly pulled away.
As their lips parted, a crystal clear thread of saliva ambiguously connected them for an instant.
Still not having had her fill, Qi Song kissed away the wetness at the corner of Yu Luo’s lips and called out cautiously: “Jiejie?”
“……Mm?” Yu Luo’s pair of eyes were brimming with water. She answered with difficulty amidst her not-yet-calmed panting.
Qi Song didn’t ask any more questions, as if this was the answer she wanted.
She once again rested her chin on Yu Luo’s shoulder, the corners of her lips unable to stop from rising, feeling only a heart full of joy.
Actually, things were still far from that perfect.
Too many unresolved confusions still lay before them.
Even so, the existing signs could only lead her to basically determine that she was the original owner, and before she could see the full picture, that small possibility of the conclusion being overturned could not be completely swept away.
But, she felt as if she had already been wandering alone for too long, too long, to the point that she couldn’t wait to rest for a while at the destination of her body and mind, to safely enjoy a period of time in a privately constructed utopia.
If it was destined that there would be a change one day, then before that, could she obtain this brief but happy relaxation?
Was that too much? Qi Song didn’t know, but for any little puppy that had been lost for a long time, right now it probably wouldn’t want to think about anything, only wanting to stick to its long-missed owner with its whole body and mind.
In the embrace, both of their breathing and the tide of their emotions gradually calmed down.
“Did you not sleep all night,” Yu Luo said softly. “Do you want to go catch up on some sleep?”
“No need.” Qi Song shook her head.
She was too excited. At this moment, her spirits were so high it was as if she had had a long and stable sleep last night.
“Do you still want to sleep?” Qi Song remembered that she had just woken Yu Luo from her sleep and couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. “There’s still time to go back to sleep.”3
“I’ve slept enough,” Yu Luo said in a soft voice. “My legs are soft. Carry me to the changing room.”
Qi Song’s heart skipped a beat.
She knew why Yu Luo’s legs were soft.
“Okay.” In a slightly strained breath, she answered in a low voice.
Just as she bent over to hook the back of Yu Luo’s knees, Qi Song belatedly realized—the pajamas the woman was wearing was that extremely cool black slip dress from the night that had made her hide back in the bathroom to inject suppressants.
Previously, her mind had been occupied by intense emotions, so she hadn’t paid attention to this.
The hem of the dress didn’t reach her knees, revealing straight, slender legs. Her skin was as white and translucent as suet jade, tinged with a faint pink.
Qi Song’s chest instantly tightened slightly.
She restrainedly moved her gaze away and somewhat stiffly lifted Yu Luo horizontally into her arms. The slippers on the woman’s feet slipped off in mid-air.
With a patta sound, it was as if they had landed on Qi Song’s heart.
“Jiejie……”
Holding her like this, it was unavoidable that she would directly touch Yu Luo’s delicate skin. Qi Song uncomfortably cleared her throat:
“It’s already mid-autumn now, aren’t you cold wearing this?”
This question sounded insincere the moment it was asked. B City had always been jokingly called a city that “only has summer and winter.” After entering autumn, it got cooler day by day, and the heating at home had been turned on early. How could she be cold wearing a slip dress?
Yu Luo lowered her eyes to look at the young woman’s exceptionally upright expression, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow lightly, and said deliberately:
“I love to wear it, what’s wrong?”
Qi Song paused slightly, obediently shook her head, not daring to say anything.
“I have even cooler ones.”
On the way to the changing room, Yu Luo nestled comfortably in her arms and said ambiguously by her ear in a breathy voice: “Next time, I’ll wear it for you.”
Qi Song’s steps paused. The heart in her chest was beating vigorously, blood surging, and heat spread from the roots of her ears to her cheeks.
The Omega in her arms pressed against her, as soft as if boneless. Her warm, soft fingertips intentionally rubbed against the root of her ear, making it itch.
“Why did you stop walking……”
Qi Song’s eyes darkened.
She seemed to have once been really “good at this.”
Otherwise, being teased again and again by Yu Luo at this moment, how could she have produced a kind of bottoming-out-and-rebounding aggressiveness, self-taughtly tilting her head to bite the other’s misbehaving fingertip.
The tips of her teeth applied force bit by bit. That soft skin was bitten and ground, disordering Yu Luo’s breathing.
It seemed a bit painful. The person in her arms let out a low hum and finally stopped talking.
In that instant, Qi Song subtly comprehended what was meant by using offense as defense.
However, perhaps she was born to lose to Yu Luo, because the next second she couldn’t help but ask carefully: “Is it very painful?”
Yu Luo’s eyelashes drooped. She nodded without a word, looking as if she had been miserably bullied.
Qi Song’s heart softened. Just as she was about to coax her, she saw the woman suddenly say softly: “But it could be a bit more painful.”
“……”
Qi Song felt she had lost completely.
The master bedroom’s changing room had mirrors on both sides of the entrance. She was just about to put Yu Luo down when she saw the woman’s suspended, fair, bare feet in the mirror and only then remembered the slippers had fallen in the bathroom.
Noticing her gaze, Yu Luo even intentionally and leisurely dangled her lower leg, which, paired with that black slip dress, made her every move overflow with charm.
Qi Song’s eyelashes trembled lightly. In a slightly rushed breath, she raised her eyes and quickly scanned the surroundings.
Then she stuffed the person, sitting, into a large compartment of the wardrobe.
Immediately after, she propped both hands on either side of Yu Luo, and, unable to bear it any longer, bent over and bit the woman’s soft, tender chin, viciously.
“Mm……” Yu Luo was somewhat caught off guard by her action.
As she had wished, the force this time was really a bit painful.
Even a sick cat will show its might when provoked, and a little puppy, when teased too much, will also bite someone painfully.
Not caring about Yu Luo’s reaction—or perhaps not daring to look—Qi Song turned and left after biting, going to the bathroom to get the slippers for her.
When she returned again, she was dawdling a bit.
As she entered and raised her eyes, her gaze met Yu Luo’s.
The Omega’s jet-black, long, curly hair cascaded over her snow-white shoulders. The top of her head was brushed by the ends of clothes hanging in the wardrobe. Her hands were propped lazily on either side, her whole person looking as if she were an exquisite doll cat that had been inadvertently lost here.
When she looked over innocently, her dense eyelashes fanned lightly. There was still a pitiful tooth mark on her chin, giving her an appearance of being very easy to handle.
All of this was extremely misleading, but Qi Song knew deep down that she was the one who was the plaything.
Her heart was being pinched round and kneaded flat by this woman; every second, she was on the verge of being unable to bear it.
Suppressing her breath, she walked over, put the slippers on for Yu Luo, and then reached out to carry her down.
“Let’s change your clothes, jiejie.”
She raised her hand and meticulously tidied the strands of Yu Luo’s hair that had been slightly messed up by the clothes in the wardrobe, attempting to use this perfectly proper action as a conclusion.
“How can I change?”
Yu Luo blinked, held up the bitten fingertip for her to see, then lifted her chin, which had a neat set of tooth marks. “I’ve been bitten everywhere by the little puppy. There’s no way to change clothes.”
“How about you take responsibility for me.” The corners of the woman’s lips hooked into a leisurely smile. “See the service through to the end.”
In that meaningful final syllable, Qi Song’s heart skipped half a beat.
Before she could react, Yu Luo had already taken her hand, guiding it gently, letting her fingers hook onto the strap on one of her shoulders and slowly pull it down.
Just now, when she was scooped out of the covers from her sleep by Qi Song, she hadn’t had time to put on underwear.
So with this action, a bit of soft whiteness unavoidably overflowed from the fullness.
Qi Song’s gaze moved away as if scalded. In the restless heat in her chest, she called out somewhat pitifully: “Jiejie……”
Yu Luo’s gaze landed on her delicate side profile, and she silently hooked her lips.
She understood that string of Qi Song’s too well. After her repeated teasing just now, it should have been stretched taut to the point of almost breaking.
Sometimes, retreating is advancing, so she considerately released Qi Song’s hand, letting her go with exceptional kindness: “Alright, go out.”
Looking at a certain person’s back, as upright and straight as a little white poplar, she muttered in a small voice:
“Coward.”4
Qi Song’s ears twitched.
Her steps paused. She turned her head back, somewhat in disbelief, and inadvertently caught a hasty glimpse of the woman halfway through changing, a scene of red plums on delicate white snow.
She hurriedly turned her head back and asked with a trembling voice, “What?”
“Pfft.” Seeing Qi Song’s ears, visibly red to the naked eye, Yu Luo let out a low laugh.
She coaxed nonchalantly, “Nothing, I was calling you Song Bao.”
Qi Song: “……”
Why did she feel that the two words she had just heard were not these two words.
The author has something to say:
Our coward, oh no, our Song Bao is going to rise up fiercely
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