Peerless Beauty – Chapter 89
by Little PandaLeaving
Don’t leave
Jian Qing was holding her arms, leaning against the door of Lu Yinxi’s bedroom, looking at her room with a somewhat lonely expression.
Lu Yinxi came in from the balcony, saw her looking lost, ran over, gently bumped her forehead, and softly asked, “What’s wrong?”
Jian Qing froze for a moment, as if coming back to her senses, her pitch-black eyes staring at Lu Yinxi, her eyelashes drooping, remaining silent.
Lu Yinxi saw herself reflected in Jian Qing’s dark pupils and suddenly noticed that she seemed a bit wronged, like a wet, about-to-be-abandoned small animal.
What was she feeling wronged about?
Lu Yinxi lowered her voice further: “Weren’t you going to the hotel for a meeting and meal? Why did you come back so early?”
Jian Qing still didn’t speak, moved her lips, let out a soft “humph,” and then turned her head away.
The “humph” was extremely quiet, only a breathy sound.
If you weren’t close, it would be completely impossible to hear.
Lu Yinxi was puzzled for a moment, reflecting on what might have made Jian Qing angry.
For the past week, she has been very obedient because Jian Qing always ignores her, hiding alone in the study and not coming out, immersed in her own world.
If it weren’t for trust, Lu Yinxi would almost think that Jian Qing was tired of her.
Lu Yinxi doesn’t know what Jian Qing has encountered, as Jian Qing is unwilling to say, not even willing to show much emotion, always preferring to bear it and endure it alone.
She only vaguely senses that those matters are related to Lan Zhou.
Lu Yinxi’s eyes gradually dimmed, her tone becoming somewhat complaining: “You’re always like this, keeping everything in your heart, unwilling to talk to me about it.”
When complained about, Jian Qing remained silent, not refuting anything, only her eyes became a bit more wronged.
Lu Yinxi couldn’t bear to see her show this kind of expression and actively surrendered: “Alright, alright, let’s not talk about this anymore.”
She guessed that Jian Qing must feel she is too young to be worth confiding in.
That’s no problem; she can wait until Jian Qing feels she is mature and sensible enough, until Jian Qing is willing to trust and rely on her.
As long as they have the chance to stay together for a long time, she can wait.
A faint smell of wine lingered at the tip of her nose. Lu Yinxi, with her sensitive sense of smell, sniffed the scent on Jian Qing and said, “Did you drink alcohol? Were you made to drink by them?”
Jian Qing basically doesn’t touch alcohol outside, only at home, where she occasionally drinks some red wine before bed to help sleep.
Jian Qing extended her fingers, gesturing three: “Three glasses, I only drank three glasses, I don’t drink excessively.”
These words seemed like she was clarifying something to herself. Lu Yinxi smiled, touched her forehead again, thinking, with your alcohol tolerance, you can only drink three glasses.
“You go rest on the sofa, I’ll mix some honey water for you.” She led Jian Qing to sit down on the sofa.
Jian Qing said, “Add lemon.”
“Okay, I’ll add lemon for you. Did you eat something at the hotel?”
Jian Qing replied with two words: “I ate.”
Lu Yinxi asked again, “Did you eat a lot?”
“Not much.”
Lu Yinxi raised her wrist to check the time: “It’s now 7 PM, I’ll go cook some mung bean soup. If you get hungry later, you can have a bowl.”
Jian Qing nodded to show her agreement.
Lu Yinxi felt that Jian Qing seemed somewhat drunk and couldn’t help wanting to tease her.
But she wasn’t sure if she was really drunk.
Jian Qing still appeared very clear-headed, as usual, calm and composed, unflustered by changes.
Lu Yinxi hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, leaned down, her eyes smiling, half-teasingly: “I’m so well-behaved, don’t you want to praise me?”
She wanted to hear some nice words from this ice block but vaguely understood she would likely receive silence.
Jian Qing indeed said nothing, just looked at her, brushed aside the fine hair on her forehead, and tucked it behind her ear.
Lu Yinxi angrily avoided Jian Qing’s hand.
Seeing Lu Yinxi avoid her, Jian Qing withdrew her hand and said, “You’re not well-behaved.”
Always thinking of leaving her.
She didn’t even know what she had done wrong.
Lu Yinxi gave a heavy humph, picked up the doll pillow on the sofa, and unceremoniously smeared it against Jian Qing’s face.
Jian Qing’s body leaned back, and she was pushed onto the sofa by Lu Yinxi.
Fearing retaliation from her, Lu Yinxi giggled, quickly hid in the kitchen, locked the glass door, and made honey water and stewed mung bean soup for her.
After mixing the honey water, she pulled open the glass door, stuck her head out, and looked for the person on the sofa.
There was already no one on the sofa. Lu Yinxi walked out of the kitchen and saw Jian Qing’s bedroom door open, with the sound of water faintly coming from the bathroom inside.
She placed the honey water on the bedroom table and returned to the kitchen to stew the mung bean soup.
When she came out again, Jian Qing was wearing a white bathrobe, sitting on the sofa, her wet long hair casually draped over her back.
The summer bathrobe was relatively short, with the hem barely reaching the middle of her thighs, exposing her fair and straight long legs.
She held a glass of red wine in her hand, gently swirling it for a moment, then slightly raised her head and drank it all in one go.
She then put down the empty wine glass and poured herself another half glass.
Her eyes, consistently somewhat cold, indifferent, and arrogant, instantly softened when she saw Lu Yinxi approaching.
It was like a pool of melted snow water.
Lu Yinxi remembered her past self, once made to shiver by those cold eyes staring at her.
How could anyone have predicted back then that she would have such a soft gaze?
Lu Yinxi went to get a hair towel, took away Jian Qing’s wine glass, placed the towel on Jian Qing’s head, and wiped her hair: “Why are you drinking red wine again? Even if you want to help sleep, it’s not necessary to drink so much.”
Jian Qing said not a word, just stared at her, her eyes shimmering, with the corners of her eyes and cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.
Being stared at with such a gaze made Lu Yinxi’s heart pound, and her eyelashes trembled. She went to get a hair dryer and dried Jian Qing’s hair until it was seventy percent dry.
With two women in the house, the hair at home would multiply.
After finishing drying the hair, Lu Yinxi released the smart robot to clean the living room and urged the not very clear-headed person on the sofa to go back to the bedroom to rest.
Jian Qing brushed her hair and said, “I’m not sleepy.”
Lu Yinxi, for some reason, found the way she brushed her hair particularly charming and couldn’t help but keep her gaze on her, scanning back and forth, recklessly examining her appearance.
It wasn’t until the smart robot reached the wall where the luggage was placed that she came back to her senses and moved the luggage to the entrance, making it convenient for the robot to clean.
She had to go to W City tomorrow morning to participate in a charity performance and would probably return in about a week.
Jian Qing had been locking herself in the study for the past few days, and the two of them rarely communicated, so Lu Yinxi hadn’t had the chance to mention this matter.
She turned around and began to say to Jian Qing, “Tomorrow I—”
“You’re holding a suitcase, where are you planning to go?” Since seeing her with the suitcase, Jian Qing had walked over and followed behind her, interrupting her words, staring at the black suitcase with a hateful gaze.
Lu Yinxi looked at Jian Qing, then at her own suitcase, not understanding what about it had made Jian Qing so angry to warrant such a gaze.
Is she drunk?
Is she mistaking the suitcase for someone?
Lu Yinxi held her hand and comforted her, saying, “I’m not going anywhere, just going to participate in a charity performance. I mentioned it to you last time, and you listened to me sing for many days.”
Jian Qing slowly remembered.
Lu Yinxi pulled her back to the sofa, walked into her bedroom, and brought the cup of honey water that hadn’t been drunk to Jian Qing.
Jian Qing did not drink it. Instead, she suddenly picked up the red wine on the table and poured it over Lu Yinxi.
Lu Yinxi was only wearing a long blue-and-white striped shirt, and the red wine spilled down from her shoulder, soaking more than half of her clothes.
The soaked clothes clung to her body, and Lu Yinxi looked down at the red wine stain on her clothes, sighing slightly: “So this is what you’re like when you’re drunk… This shirt costs 252 yuan, so when you’re sober, remember to transfer me 520 yuan as compensation.”
She stood up, intending to change her clothes.
Jian Qing grabbed Lu Yinxi’s wrist and forcefully pulled her, causing Lu Yinxi to unexpectedly fall into her lap, staring at her in shock.
“Now you can’t leave.” Jian Qing, with reddened eyes, encircled her, murmuring as she restrainedly kissed the corner of her lips, finally speaking the words long buried in her heart, “Don’t leave, I only have you left…”
Lu Yinxi nestled in her embrace, completely stunned.
Jian Qing leaned in again, extending her tongue to lick her lower lip, like licking a delicious prey.
She blushed and came out from Jian Qing’s embrace, staring at Jian Qing for a few seconds.
Jian Qing was also looking at her, with a sorrowful gaze.
Lu Yinxi felt heartache, and she actively leaned down, hooked her neck, and softly said, “The lipstick I used today is the edible one you gave me.”
She then actively left a kiss.
Lips pressed against lips, gently grinding and rubbing from the corner to the peak, in a tender and lingering kiss.
The taste of red wine and the fragrance of roses fused together.
She hadn’t been drinking wine, but as she smelled these scents and embraced tenderly, her consciousness became hazy, as if she were drunk.
Jian Qing stood up, pried open her teeth, and lifted the hem of her clothing, her palm rubbing the smooth, soft delicacy like mutton-fat jade.
The kiss gradually deepened, transforming from a tender, lingering rub into a passionate embrace where lips and tongues entwined, mirroring the intensity of her touch.
Lu Yinxi was pushed by her, her feet moving, gradually reaching Jian Qing’s bedroom.
The bedroom lights were not turned on, so Jian Qing turned on the starry sky lamp, adjusting it to the brightest setting.
The two of them fell sitting at the edge of the bed, with Lu Yinxi straddling Jian Qing’s legs.
Jian Qing’s lips moved from her collarbone upward, licking along the side of Lu Yinxi’s neck artery to her earlobe.
Buttons were undone one by one, and the shirt soaked with red wine was opened, sliding to her wrists. Her hands were crossed behind her back, tied by the shirt, as the red wine was gradually licked clean.
Lu Yinxi’s face was flushed, her eyes misty, and her head leaned back with her hair hanging down, her body forced to lean forward.
The bedroom had a large full-body mirror, and she turned her head to look at it, seeing Jian Qing’s reckless actions, her ears burning hot, as if she could hear the blood roaring and surging in her veins.
She closed her eyes, not daring to look again.
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