The Passerby Female Supporting Character – Chapter 51
by Little PandaWhat are you doing?!
The gesture was truly suggestive; the touch of her fingers felt delicate, and the originally cool temperature of the earlobe slowly warmed considerably. Seeing that Chi Qianning didn’t refuse her action, Song Linlin didn’t withdraw her fingers.
Her fingers caressed the earlobe gently a few more times, the pads rubbing across that tender skin, bringing a ticklish sensation. This time, Chi Qianning did turn her head slightly, dodging Song Linlin’s fingers.
Chi Qianning looked at Song Linlin, her eyes carrying a hint of reproach, as if warning the other not to fool around anymore. Although Song Linlin received the gaze from the person beside her, she pretended not to see it.
The hand suspended in the air lowered, touching Chi Qianning’s cheek again, but this time Song Linlin didn’t go back to playing with that somewhat reddened earlobe.
Her fingers traced slowly down the jawline. She didn’t have long nails; her index finger pressed against the jawline, the pad rubbing against the skin. Song Linlin’s gaze followed her finger, finally stopping at the chin.
Chi Qianning’s senses were also focused on the place Song Linlin’s finger had traced. The other’s fingertip rested on her chin. Song Linlin paused for two seconds, then the fingertip pressing against the jaw exerted slight pressure, forcing Chi Qianning’s face to tilt upwards.
Their gazes met. Chi Qianning inexplicably felt her mouth go dry, so she swallowed lightly. Song Linlin felt a movement under her finger, lowered her gaze, and saw the faint laryngeal prominence on the other’s fair neck bob up and down.
Watching this movement left Song Linlin stunned for a moment; she found it indescribably captivating and couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Her finger continued downwards, touching the throat bone, feeling the slight protuberance there. The laryngeal prominence didn’t feel hard; a woman’s laryngeal cartilage is small and soft.
Song Linlin moved closer to Chi Qianning, her gaze shifting slightly upwards to meet the other’s eyes, staring into Chi Qianning’s red irises. The emotions in the depths of the other’s eyes were something she couldn’t understand.
This too was a form of tacit permission, silent indulgence.
Song Linlin felt much more confident, and her courage gradually grew bolder. The stirring in her heart grew wildly, filling her entire chest. Her palm cupped the back of the other’s neck, pressing against her long, silver-white hair. Following her heart, she moved closer again, her eyelashes trembling. Looking at the still-flushed earlobe before her, the warm breath she exhaled all sprinkled onto the other’s skin.
Her gaze flicked upwards diagonally, confirming the other had no intention of refusing, before Song Linlin finally moved completely close.
Her lips tentatively touched the earlobe, the action very light, just a gentle contact, like a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface, touching and immediately pulling away.
It was just a light kiss, filled with nervousness and exploration. Song Linlin’s eyes were slightly narrowed, but inside, it felt as if a stone had been thrown into a calm, waveless lake, sending out layers of ripples.
Her breath trembled lightly; the unsteady, breathy sounds and slight swallowing noises all reached Chi Qianning’s ears. As the one being kissed, the turmoil stirred in Chi Qianning’s heart was no less than Song Linlin’s.
On such a quiet night, outside the tent, there was only the occasional gust of wind blowing past, undisturbed by the chirping of insects or the calls of birds. The campfire not far away illuminated this area. By the time the firelight passed through the outer layer of the tent and shone inside, the light was undoubtedly very dim.
But Song Linlin and Chi Qianning were so close that even in the dim environment, they could clearly see each other right before their eyes. The sound of breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet tent.
Wrapping her arm around the back of the person beside her neck, Song Linlin propped herself up and lowered her head. This time, her lips pressed against the side of that face she found so intoxicating. Chi Qianning, beneath her, trembled slightly. She turned her head, meeting Song Linlin’s gaze from less than a palm’s width away.
Black-blue eyes looked hazily into those beautiful ruby-like eyes. Silver-white eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a dancing butterfly, flying straight into Song Linlin’s heart, making it itch.
Song Linlin hesitated for only a second, then followed her heart’s desire. She lowered her head, moving closer to those eyes as brilliant as jewels, and placed a gentle, reverent kiss on an eyelid. This action startled Chi Qianning; Song Linlin’s lips could feel the eyeball underneath the lid moving restlessly.
Seeing Chi Qianning frown slightly in discomfort, Song Linlin waited until the kiss ended, and her brow gradually smoothed out. Song Linlin closed her eyes. The hand originally at the back of the neck moved to behind the other’s ear, cupping the side of Chi Qianning’s head through her hair, holding her head steady, preventing her from moving restlessly.
With her eyes closed, her vision plunged into darkness, and all other senses were amplified. This actually allowed her to focus more intently on the feedback from her palm’s touch and her lips’ contact.
Her lips moved downwards, landing on the cheek, one kiss after another, continuously, then landing on the jawline. What began as tentative kisses gradually gained some force as Song Linlin became immersed, no longer as gentle as at the start.
Her lips landed on the jaw, soft lips pressing against hard bone. Song Linlin shifted her position slightly; now her elbow rested on the blanket beneath, supporting her upper body as she lifted herself up.
The warm sensation touched the cool, delicate skin. Upon contact, the cool body temperature stole away much of the warmth.
The feedback this brought was also instantly much more distinct. Song Linlin felt as if she had received positive affirmation, and her emotions couldn’t help but surge.
It was like a spark ignited on dry grassland; what was initially burning quietly now flared up intensely, showing the potential to start a prairie fire1.
Song Linlin gradually felt a cool hand slowly rise and wrap around the back of her own neck, a cool palm pressing against the back of her head.
Another cool palm pressed against the back of Song Linlin’s ear, and then cool lips suddenly landed on her cheek, causing Song Linlin to tremble lightly as well.
This kiss came too suddenly, something Song Linlin hadn’t expected. Her original movements instantly paused. However, hearing the other’s disordered and rapid breathing beside her ear, Chi Qianning wasn’t using little force—it was hardly less than Song Linlin’s.
Heavy kisses landed on her face. Listening to Chi Qianning’s breathing, the desire emanating from the other’s body was exceptionally intense, and her actions didn’t stop, but continued.
Song Linlin released the elbow supporting her, letting herself press directly against the other’s body. The distance was closed once again; within the warm bedding were their tightly pressed bodies.
Now the hand supporting her body was freed up. Supporting herself with a bent elbow for a long time inevitably made it a bit numb. Song Linlin straightened and moved her arm a little inside the bedding, then her palm rested on a slender waist.
At this very moment, there were no other thoughts. Just holding each other seemed to make their souls resonate, containing no superfluous or complex emotions, simply a pure desire to be close to one another.
Song Linlin had no stray thoughts to consider anything else, focusing entirely on the matter at hand, like an artist treating an exquisite work of art, every stroke filled with abundant emotion, the colors on the paper gradually enriching.
Looking at the “masterpiece” she was creating, Song Linlin grew less satisfied with the current method the further she went. She opened her mouth, teeth gently biting the skin before her, and then her soft tongue licked that spot.
Caught off guard by the bite, followed immediately by that spot of skin being moistened, a ticklish sensation spread. Chi Qianning let out a muffled groan. The sound wasn’t deliberately suppressed and was very clear in the quiet environment.
Song Linlin didn’t react much to this, continuing to do her own thing. Chi Qianning, however, tried to gently push her away. She first let out a few heavy breaths, then lowered her voice, her breath unsteady as she spoke: “Mm-hmm… What are you doing? Zhang San is still right beside us.”
“Don’t worry about her, Zhang San’s asleep,” Song Linlin replied in a low voice, her mouth not stopping its actions during the exchange, her palm also rubbing slightly higher.
Song Linlin glanced over with her peripheral vision. Zhang San, on the side, had the blanket clamped between her legs, her breathing still steady, even drooling slightly—clearly fast asleep.
Retracting her gaze, Song Linlin sensed Chi Qianning’s worry and concern. The other clearly didn’t want to make too much noise and disturb others. Yet, Song Linlin was unwilling to comply with her wishes; now she felt even more mischievous, wanting to tease her, showing a tendency to intensify her actions2.
Her hand was now sandwiched between their two bodies. The sensation in her palm made Song Linlin uncontrollably start to panic, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.
Naturally, Song Linlin didn’t dare to do anything rash. She felt her fingers were even faintly trembling now. Her palm rested there, her fingers only moving slightly, attempting a grasping motion.
Her fingers couldn’t encompass all of it.
The sensation transmitted from her palm was even softer than she had imagined; the excess even seemed to spill out from her fingertips.
Song Linlin herself was startled by this sensation. Chi Qianning clearly hadn’t expected Song Linlin to make such a bold move either. Being handled like this by the other, her body instantly stiffened. Even though Song Linlin’s force wasn’t great, right now, all her senses were concentrated there, feeling the unusual sensation in that spot.
This unfamiliar feedback caused Chi Qianning’s brain to crash3; heat immediately flared up on her face. Without looking, she knew her face must be completely flushed red. A soft moan escaped her lips uncontrollably.
She had never experienced such a feeling before, nor had anyone dared to do such a thing. Others couldn’t even dream of touching Chi Qianning, let alone doing something like this.
Now, experiencing it closely, Chi Qianning’s heart beat rapidly. Deep down, there was an indescribable strangeness, dominated mostly by a sense of shame, followed by an unspeakable enjoyment.
Seeing Chi Qianning freeze up instantly, Song Linlin also started to feel unsure, yet her palm remained where it was, still holding on. Song Linlin nervously looked up at the other’s expression.
Then she saw Chi Qianning’s face completely flushed, biting her lower lip, those red eyes hazy, showing no sign of dislike.
Song Linlin met her gaze. Seeing the other in such a flustered state for the first time, she momentarily didn’t know whether she should withdraw her hand.
The lower lip Chi Qianning was biting was released, leaving a faint teeth mark on the lip.
Song Linlin stared at those lips, reddened from being bitten, and her heart skipped a beat. She inexplicably felt parched. Looking at Chi Qianning, she felt completely tempted/seduced by her.
The other was like a beautiful siren from the sea, and she, this greenhorn4 sailor, was willingly being dragged by her to the bottom of the water.
Anyway, I’ve already done something so bold, adding one more thing probably doesn’t matter, right?
Song Linlin thought resignedly5.
Song Linlin’s eyelashes trembled, her heartbeat pounding like a drum in her ears, thump thump thump, non-stop. She swallowed, then nervously, slowly lowered her head, approaching the other’s lips.
The closer she got, the more nervous Song Linlin felt. She even felt like she was trembling slightly.
The distance gradually closed. Chi Qianning watched her, naturally able to see what the other intended to do, and her own heart rate couldn’t help but accelerate.
Now they were close enough to feel each other’s breath. The soft lips were just a finger’s width away from Song Linlin. She closed her eyes and continued to lower her head.
Just as their lips were about to touch, an extremely loud sound came from the side, filled with shock.
“Waaah! Song Linlin, what are you two doing?!”
This voice shattered the ambiguous atmosphere between the two. Song Linlin immediately opened her eyes and turned her head, only to see Zhang San had somehow sat up at some point. She was hugging her blanket, staring dumbstruck at the two figures embracing on the other side.
Footnotes
- 燎原之勢 | liáoyuán zhī shì | Lit. “the momentum to burn the prairie”; Describes something spreading rapidly and uncontrollably, like wildfire.
- 變本加厲 | biànběnjiālì | Lit. “change the root and add intensity”; Meaning to become worse, to aggravate the situation.
- 大腦宕機 | dànǎo dàngjī | Lit. “brain crashes/hangs”; Internet slang meaning one’s mind goes blank or stops processing due to shock, overload, or embarrassment.
- 初出茅廬 | chū chū máolú | Lit. “first time out of the thatched cottage”; Refers to someone young and inexperienced, just starting out.
- 自暴自棄 | zì bào zì qì | Lit. “to abandon oneself to despair”; Meaning to give up on oneself, often with a sense of recklessness or resignation.
WAAAAAAH YOUR HEAD YOU YOUNG CHILD! READ THE ROOM AND CONTINUE SLEEPING!!
Sigh why did she have to wake up 😔
Why’d you have to wake up Zhang Sannnnnnn