Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 127
by Little PandaThe Strawberry Xuemeiniang Kiss
They were both sitting on the sofa. There were only the two of them in the house; no one else would come to disturb them.
Anzhi threw herself forward, burying herself in Yan Xi’s embrace. She simply sat on her lap, wrapped her arms around her neck, and asked with a beaming smile, “You like me, right?”
Anzhi’s clear eyes mirrored her sweet, smiling face—a sight that brought instant joy to anyone who saw it, making them want to keep her laughing this happily forever, entirely free of care.
It felt wonderful to hold her soft, fragrant, delicate body in her arms. But the corner of Yan Xi’s lips curled up as a sudden, playful urge overtook her. She stroked Anzhi’s back and said, “You little fat rabbit.”
“…”
Anzhi instantly pulled her hands back. She scowled, huffing with indignation as she glared at her in speechless disbelief. Yan Xi had completely ruined the mood.
Such a spoilsport Auntie, Auntie!
Then she sulkily slid off Yan Xi’s lap onto the sofa, looking as if she didn’t want to pay her any attention.
Yan Xi watched her with a brilliant smile, keeping quiet for the moment. Anzhi’s cheeks puffed up as she aggrievedly muttered, “Calling me fat again… I’m not fat at all…”
Upon entering the house earlier, she had put the chestnut cake she bought into the refrigerator, keeping only the strawberry Xuemeiniang1. She had originally planned to eat it while watching a movie, but now she decided to simply unwrap it and eat it right away.
“Since I’m already a fat rabbit anyway…”
Anzhi took a bite of the milk-white glutinous skin, revealing the fresh strawberry flesh and whipped cream inside. It was soft, chewy, sweet, slightly tart, and pleasantly chilled. A look of pure satisfaction washed over her face. “I don’t care,” she said. “The Xuemeiniang is too delicious. Even if I get fat, I’m still going to eat it.”
Yan Xi’s eyes darkened slightly as she watched her. “Is it really that good? Can I have a bite?”
“No,” Anzhi replied huffily. The pink tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips, where a tiny dab of cream clung. Still acting angry, she turned her body away from Yan Xi.
“Oh? You’re truly not going to give me any?” Yan Xi leaned in close, curiosity in her eyes. She poked Anzhi’s shoulder with a slender finger and coaxed softly.
Anzhi had never been able to resist the gentle lilt of Yan Xi’s voice, especially when she wasn’t actually angry in the first place. When Yan Xi called her a “little fat rabbit,” her voice had been rich with amusement. That clear, cool tone carried a subtle depth, sounding like an older woman’s teasing, laced with a lover’s flirtation.
With her back turned to Yan Xi, Anzhi’s face turned completely red.
It was just a nickname, yet she was letting her imagination run wild2 to this extent.
Yan Xi called me fat! I should be angry. Instead, my own wild imagination has my face burning and my heart racing. How pathetic! she silently scolded herself.
But she simply couldn’t stay mad at Yan Xi. I’m so useless!
Anzhi took another massive bite of the Xuemeiniang, venting her self-frustration on the dessert. “I’m really not giving you any, so forget about it!” she declared. In just two or three quick bites, she devoured the rest of the Xuemeiniang, leaving absolutely nothing for her.
Yan Xi stared at her for a few moments, then suddenly let out a soft, low laugh. “I still have a way to taste it.”
She gently turned Anzhi by the shoulder. A second later, her hand slid up to cup the back of Anzhi’s head, and her lips pressed against hers.
Anzhi didn’t expect the sudden kiss. She froze, staring as Yan Xi’s elegant, flawless face drew close, her long eyelashes sweeping down over half-closed eyes.
Warmth blossomed across her lips as the tip of Yan Xi’s tongue darted out to taste the corner of her mouth first. Letting out a low, soft murmur, Yan Xi whispered gently, “The cream is very sweet. Let me try the rest.”
Her warm breath tickled Anzhi’s cheek, and Anzhi’s skin flushed a visible, rosy pink. Then Yan Xi’s lips pressed down again, parting her teeth without hesitation. Her tongue swept gently inside, gathering the faint, sweet scent of strawberries, which soon drifted and swirled between them in the heat of their kiss.
Anzhi passively accepted the kiss, her body instantly melting into softness. Yan Xi was already intimately familiar with her reactions; the hand at the back of Anzhi’s head slid down to pull her close, lifting her up onto her lap. Anzhi went with the motion, wrapping her arms around Yan Xi’s neck.
Sitting on Yan Xi’s lap, Anzhi was positioned slightly higher than her. Their lips clung together tightly, parting only slightly under the pull of mutual desire.
Yan Xi’s kisses were just like her character—usually gentle and soft, but when her heart was fully moved, they overflowed with deep, tender affection.
Young and inexperienced, Anzhi had never known any other temptation, and she felt that this kiss was already the absolute height of it.
“To fall in love with someone means that whether you are awake or asleep, your mind is entirely filled with them, and you can focus on nothing else, making…”
Their tongues stirred up a pool of spring water as soft, breathless sounds of intimacy teased their senses.
Yan Xi’s nimble fingers gently caressed Anzhi’s back. She traced down her shoulders, brushed past her shoulder blades, and finally came to rest at her waist, caressing her with slow, gentle strokes.
Anzhi was left panting from the kiss. Yan Xi drew back slightly to give her a moment to breathe, her lips trailing across to Anzhi’s cheek. Anzhi tilted her head up slightly, her eyelashes trembling, as Yan Xi’s lips traced down her jawline, moving lower and lower.
Anzhi’s breathing grew shallower and faster, her hands slipping into Yan Xi’s long, silky hair. As Yan Xi kissed the tender skin of her neck, Anzhi found herself unable to bear the intensity of the sensation. A trembling, tearful whimper escaped her throat. Her cheeks burned with a deep flush, and in her sheer embarrassment, she lifted her hand and bit down on her knuckles.
Taking in her expression, the light in Yan Xi’s eyes grew increasingly hot.
She took a deep, ragged breath, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed at Anzhi, whose face was flushed crimson as she shielded her lips with her hand.
Glancing down, she saw that even Anzhi’s neck had turned a soft pink. Her pajama collar was slightly open, revealing an endlessly alluring sight that seemed to call out to her.
Yan Xi’s lips touched her collarbone. Forcing herself to exercise extreme restraint, she murmured in a hoarse voice, “…No… Not yet…”
“No, we can’t… Not right now…”
She withdrew her hands, wrapping them instead around Anzhi’s shoulders as they both tried to steady their ragged breathing.
In a daze, Yan Xi wondered: Should we kiss less in the future? If I really can’t control myself next time, what am I going to do?
Yet there would always be times when she couldn’t resist kissing her, times when she simply craved her warmth and intimacy. Yan Xi was bewildered by her own behavior. She had never been a clingy person, nor was she someone who enjoyed displays of mushy affection.
It seemed that ever since they had made their relationship official, she had become less and less like the self she once knew.
“Auntie… Auntie…” Anzhi’s soft, ticklish voice breathed against her neck as she murmured clingily, “Kiss me… Kiss me…”
Yan Xi’s eyelid twitched, and she felt a dangerous skip of her heart. She secretly licked her lips, steeled herself, and lifted Anzhi off her lap, setting her down beside her. “We—we’ve kissed enough…” she said softly.
The moment the words left her mouth, she almost bit her own tongue. What did she mean, ‘kissed enough’? Those words were far too hurtful.
Sure enough, Anzhi glanced at her lap, seemingly trying to figure out why she was suddenly banished from her seat, and why the kissing had abruptly stopped. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at her in silent, aggrieved accusation.
“N-no, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean I’ve had enough of kissing you,” Yan Xi stammered awkwardly. For a television host, fluent diction was a fundamental requirement of the job, yet here she was, stuttering over her words.
First called a “fat rabbit” and then told that they had kissed enough—Anzhi was both embarrassed and annoyed. Though she understood Yan Xi’s hesitation, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of anger.
She suddenly grabbed Yan Xi’s clothes and yanked her forward. Caught completely off guard, Yan Xi tumbled forward. Anzhi hadn’t expected herself to have so much strength, either; in the blink of an eye, she fell back onto the sofa with Yan Xi collapsing directly on top of her.
Yan Xi’s forehead collided with hers.
Anzhi winced, rubbing her forehead as she let out a soft “Aiya!”
“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry…” Yan Xi said anxiously, attempting to push herself up, but Anzhi held onto her tightly.
Her forehead was slightly red. Pouting, she demanded, “Kiss me, or I’m really going to be mad.”
Yan Xi blinked, a sudden urge to laugh rising in her chest. She pressed her lips together to suppress it.
Anzhi’s face flushed even deeper. Growing even angrier, she scolded in a soft, delicate huff, “Yan Xiao Wu!”
Hearing her childhood nickname used so directly took Yan Xi by surprise, but it only made her want to laugh more. Her eyes crinkled into sweet crescents, and warm, gentle smile lines creased her face.
Taking a deep breath, Anzhi pulled her down, sealing Yan Xi’s upturned lips with her own. She wrapped her arms securely around Yan Xi’s neck, holding her tight so she couldn’t escape.
The embarrassment and vexation she had accumulated over the course of the evening seemed to unlock a newly acquired “biting” skill. She nibbled lightly on Yan Xi’s lips. The original strawberry flavor had faded, leaving only their pure, natural tastes mingled together.
It was sweet and incredibly soft.
Anzhi felt almost dizzy from the impact earlier. All she wanted was to kiss her, to draw closer, to be as near to her as possible. Guided by pure instinct, her lips pressed against Yan Xi’s neck, sucking and even lightly biting at the skin.
Pressed tightly against one another, she could feel Yan Xi’s body trembling continuously. Usually so disciplined and controlled, Yan Xi couldn’t stop the soft, breathless murmurs slipping from her throat.
A delicious warmth numbed Anzhi’s limbs, sending her mind spinning into a haze.
Several times Yan Xi tried to sit up, but Anzhi’s kisses relentlessly pursued her. She could only prop herself up on her forearms, yielding to the soft onslaught of the girl beneath her. Anzhi’s bites didn’t actually hurt; they were merely tiny, prickling sensations. And whenever she bit, those lips—as soft as flower petals—would immediately follow up with a soothing, tender kiss…
What an incredible rate of learning and intuition.
Yan Xi was on the verge of losing all control, her breathing so rapid and shallow she felt as if she might suffocate at any moment.
Even worse, Anzhi was still murmuring in a sweet, soft voice, “Touch… touch…”
It was impossible to tell whether she wanted Yan Xi to touch her, or if she wanted to touch Yan Xi, or perhaps both.
Enduring the urge, she managed to sit up with great effort, escaping Anzhi’s clingy embrace. She exhaled a long, heavy breath, and it took her several seconds before she could say with difficulty, “Alright, alright… Get up now, stop messing around…”
Anzhi pursed her lips, looking at her with a smile. “Is the strawberry Xuemeiniang all finished?”
“…Mm, it’s finished,” Yan Xi cleared her throat softly.
Footnotes
- A sweet, traditional Japanese-inspired Chinese dessert made of chewy glutinous rice skin filled with fresh cream and whole fruit, named after a traditional Japanese term for a beautiful lady.
- An internet and fandom slang term, literally 'brain supplement' (naobu), meaning to let one's imagination run wild, fabricating elaborate scenarios in one's head.
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