Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 135
by Little PandaDream and Reality
Anzhi’s entire body relaxed the moment Yan Xi arrived.
Yan Xi had cooked something for her to eat and had fed her medicine; she had even been thoughtful enough to bring some essential medications with her.
Then, she stayed with her until she settled into bed.
Anzhi felt completely weak. Tugging at Yan Xi’s sleeve, she said, “You should sleep with me for a bit too. You’re too tired.”
Yan Xi had been on a plane for a whole day, and her feet were swollen. Yet, the moment she had entered the apartment, she had been busy without getting a single moment of proper rest.
Anzhi’s eyes grew moist. She leaned in to kiss her, but then she remembered her cold and pulled back. “…I can’t even kiss you… wuwu.”
A young girl deep in the throes of first love, seeing her lover while sick, possessed a vulnerability that was exceptionally endearing and tender.
Yan Xi smiled softly. Her delicate features appeared unimaginably beautiful in Anzhi’s hazy vision, and her coral-pink lips lowered. “It’s fine. I can kiss you instead.”
“Mmm…” Anzhi could not avoid it, accepting the tender, doting kiss. She murmured weakly, “I have a cold… it will… be contagious…”
“It doesn’t matter.” The woman’s kisses fell on her lips, her chin, and then returned to her forehead. Her voice was calm and clear, like spring snow melting and flowing over river stones.
“You’ll feel better after some sleep. Good girl, I’ll stay with you.”
Anzhi finally fell asleep.
She had no idea how much time had passed when she groggily opened her eyes. The curtains in the bedroom were drawn tight, and the fluffy duvet was incredibly soft. She seemed to have sweated a lot; her neck felt sticky.
Yan Xi came over to check her temperature. “Still a tiny bit warm, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
Supporting her up, Yan Xi gave her some water. After drinking, the dryness in Anzhi’s throat eased considerably, though she still felt somewhat uncomfortable.
“What is it?” Yan Xi asked.
“I want to take a shower.” Anzhi felt as though she was starting to smell, making her a bit self-conscious about being held.
“Mmh, you aren’t fully recovered yet, so no shower for now,” Yan Xi coaxed, understanding her concern. “It’s just a little bit of sweat.”
Anzhi’s face was already flushed from sleep, and now it grew even redder. “You don’t think it smells bad?”
Yan Xi’s tone carried a hint of amusement. “Not at all. There is actually a bit of a milky scent.”
Anzhi shyly tucked in her dimples. “But it is uncomfortable.” Her whole body felt sticky, and since she had always been fastidious about cleanliness, she found it unbearable.
Yan Xi seemed to pause for a couple of seconds. “How about I give you a sponge bath and change your clothes?”
Anzhi nodded. She did not think much of it; Yan Xi had bathed her when she was younger, after all.
Yan Xi brought over a basin of warm water. Brushing aside the stray hairs on Anzhi’s face, she ran the warm, damp towel over her skin. Anzhi closed her eyes in comfort, leaning against Yan Xi’s arm.
With her other hand, Yan Xi unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a chest as fair as cream. Anzhi’s heavy eyelids drifted shut as she slipped into a light slumber.
She felt her top being slid off by Yan Xi, followed by a soothing warmth wetting her back. Anzhi could no longer keep her eyes open.
Next, it felt as though her trousers were also removed. In her hazy state, Anzhi could vaguely sense Yan Xi gently wiping down her chest, her underarms, her ribs, her lower abdomen, her thighs, and her inner thighs…
The towel was incredibly soft. As it glided over her tender skin, it brought about an unusual sensation. A quiet whimper escaped Anzhi’s throat, and the wiping motion immediately stopped. The duvet was pulled back over her, and Yan Xi whispered, “Don’t catch another chill. I’ll go find some clean clothes for you.”
The cloud-like warmth of the duvet wrapped around her bare skin was exceptionally comfortable, and Anzhi fell back into a deep sleep once more.
Yan Xi set the clothes aside and smiled softly. “You don’t want me to hold you anymore?”
Anzhi did not answer. Her rosy cheek was pressed against the pillow, sleeping sweetly.
Yan Xi touched her forehead; the fever had completely broken. It was good for her to sleep a bit longer.
The bedroom was completely silent, save for the sound of Anzhi’s soft breathing. A fair, slender arm was draped over the duvet, as if it had taken over Yan Xi’s role.
Yan Xi stood there and smiled faintly. She leaned down, gently lifted Anzhi’s hand, and pulled back a corner of the blanket.
The young girl’s translucent, slightly flushed body came into view.
Yan Xi froze.
When she had been wiping her down just now, she had actually tried her best to be as quick as possible, keeping her own emotions as steady as possible.
That night, the light had been dim, and there was only a soft, tender tactile sensation; she had not seen much clearly. The last time she had seen her body was when she was washing her after her burn injury. That night, she had even had a shameful dream.
This was the first time she was exposed so directly in front of her, so warm, fragrant, and soft.
Yan Xi’s long eyelashes cast low shadows as she pursed her lips. She stood frozen in place for several seconds. In the end, unable to resist, she lifted the duvet and slid in beside her.
Anzhi had a very long dream.
It seemed to be a midsummer afternoon, in a corner of the swimming pool behind the old residence. Thick green foliage overhead blocked out the sunlight. On the other side of the pool, her eldest maternal aunt-in-law and second maternal aunt-in-law were chatting, and Yan Da Pang and Yan Xiao Pang were dragging Junjun along to play in the water. They were drinking iced watermelon juice, or perhaps orange juice.
Her body was half-submerged in the pool. The water rippled and shimmered, gently lapping against her body. As Anzhi sank slightly lower, the water swelled to her chest.
It felt like soft, fine feathers lightly brushing and caressing against her.
At first, she knew she was dreaming, but later she became less certain, her consciousness hovering between clarity and a haze.
Everything was too real; she could even clearly see that her swimsuit was a two-piece set—the top was a pink, ruffled off-the-shoulder bandeau, and the bottom was a small, floral skirt.
She did own this swimsuit.
But wasn’t it winter now? Wasn’t she in Boston? Not in Beicheng, right? And it wasn’t summer either. Where on earth was she? How strange…
Anzhi’s mind was a chaotic blur, completely unaware of where she was.
She could even hear the chirping of cicadas and catch the faint, elusive scent of gardenias. It really was summer at the old residence.
Anzhi narrowed her eyes in pure comfort, her body feeling completely lazy. When she caught herself off guard and her legs gave way slightly, someone caught her just in time to stop her from sinking.
“Mmh…”
Then, a warm, smooth body leaned in close and held her.
A familiar feeling.
“Yiyi…” Anzhi murmured.
There was no voice answering her.
Only the faint sound of swelling water and the embrace, the tactile sensation as smooth and slick as cream.
The summer courtyard was filled with dry dust motes dancing in the light, mixing with the moisture from the pool and a gentle breeze.
In her dazed state, Anzhi felt as though the pool water had transformed into tiny bits of jelly that caressed her body, traveling from her shoulders to her chest, before turning back into water and sliding inside her swimsuit.
There seemed to be little fish in the pool as well, darting back and forth against her inner and outer thighs.
It was ticklish, incredibly gentle.
There even seemed to be tails brushing against the sides of her legs like sweeping feathers.
She wanted to ask how there could be fish in the swimming pool, but then Yan Xi seemed to let go of her. The water in the pool suddenly surged, her off-the-shoulder top slipped down, and her exposed, soft breasts were met with a slick, watery onslaught.
“Mmh, mmh… Yiyi…” Feeling a bit panicked, Anzhi called out for Yan Xi anxiously.
This was not the end of it; the fish in the water seemed to grow mischievous, nibbling at her floral skirt and pulling undone the bow tied at her waist.
She let out a trembling cry of surprise.
She was terrified.
Her swimsuit was completely gone.
Very quickly, someone held her close, a low, slightly raspy voice whispering, “Taotao… don’t be afraid.”
She tilted her face up, struggling to open her eyes, only to see the beautifully curved, soft lips of the woman, adorned with a gorgeous shade of coral.
“Yiyi…”
She did not see what kind of swimsuit the other woman was wearing, only that she was held once again.
The pool water suddenly surged over her again, though it did not feel like water anymore, but rather like wet flower petals sliding over her body, accompanied by a nimble, stamen-like tongue brushing against her.
Anzhi felt weak all over, her body tingling and completely devoid of strength. She had no idea where she could lean for support.
The entire world was spinning; she felt dizzy.
She should have been leaning against the wall of the pool, but why was it as soft as a cloud, as if she were in her own bed?
She let out a dazed, low moan.
“Taotao…” She heard Yan Xi’s low, calling voice. It felt slightly unfamiliar; she sounded as though she were suppressing something, her voice exceptionally magnetic.
“Taotao, let Yiyi touch you…” Her voice sounded both distant and incredibly close.
It felt as though a gust of wind swept through the treetops. From the overlapping leaves, the scent of gardenias drifted quietly, reaching the tip of her nose.
The blossoms stretched lazily under the caress of the sun and the breeze. In her dazed state, Anzhi felt as though she herself were a flower, being slowly coaxed open by the woman’s touch, blooming under her movements.
She was being rubbed and caressed very lightly, repeatedly, and with immense tenderness.
The water in the pool rippled, rocking slowly and gently.
The slightly cool, fluffy quilt was gradually warmed by her soft, ambiguous whimpers.
In her blurred consciousness, she did not know where she was.
The fingers beneath the quilt.
The little fish in the pool.
Anzhi lost all her strength and consciousness, slipping into a sweet, dark sleep amidst the lingering waves of pleasure.
When she woke up, the star-shaped string lights hanging on the curtains were lit, their warm and lovely glow keeping her company. Anzhi stretched, rubbed her eyes, and sat up.
For several seconds, she was completely dazed, staring blankly before her memories slowly returned. She looked down at herself in confusion; a clean, white nightgown was neatly fitted on her body, slightly creased from her sleep.
She was not in a pool at all, nor was it summer, and she was not wearing a swimsuit.
Right, she had a cold, and Yan Xi had given her a sponge bath and changed her into her sleepwear.
Late to react, Anzhi’s face flushed bright red. She had actually had such a fantastical, embarrassing dream.
It was too shameful. She curled her toes and could not help but cover her face.
“You’re awake?” Yan Xi walked in. Seeing her sitting up, an incredibly tender smile crinkled the corners of her eyes.
“Mmh…” Anzhi kept her face lowered, still trapped in her embarrassment.
“Are you hungry?” Yan Xi walked over to touch her forehead, satisfied to find that her temperature was back to normal. But when her fingers pressed against her cheek, she asked, “Why is your face so hot? Let me measure your temperature again.”
“No, it’s fine, really…” Anzhi inhaled, explaining awkwardly, “I was just feeling a bit hot from being bundled up under the quilt…”
She did not dare lift her head, or else she would have noticed the unnatural, guilty expression on Yan Xi’s face. The older woman even let out a soft, cover-up cough, maintaining a forced composure as she said, “Mmh, that’s good then. Go wash your hands and wipe your face. I’ll go make some noodles; they’ll be ready soon.”
Anzhi nodded. She only let out a sigh of relief after Yan Xi walked out. With the residual heat still lingering on her face, she slowly nudged herself toward the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Anzhi tilted her head in confusion. She lifted the hem of her nightgown, peered inside, and then let it fall back down, looking thoroughly puzzled.
How strange… why had her underwear been changed too?
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