After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 12: Fingers Shamefully Inserted

Chapter 12: Fingers Shamefully Inserted

Later, when Chen Qiao closed her door and the hallway fell silent, Xu Yanqi turned his focus back to the question Wen Sui was asking him.

“They’re all dreams under the spotlight. I don’t think there’s any difference.”

Xu Yanqi answered.

But those words angered Wen Sui because they clashed with her beliefs.

Xu Yanqi knew Wen Sui would get mad. He knew her temper, yet he still chose to say something that conflicted with her views.

Wen Sui had an arrogant personality. She hung up the video call with Xu Yanqi right then and there, and once again, they entered a cold war.

Actually, this kind of thing had happened many times before. Each time, Wen Sui would give him the silent treatment, only to later come back and make amends.

Because Wen Sui knew she couldn’t outlast Xu Yanqi in a cold war, even though she had never lost one with other men she dated in the past.

But Xu Yanqi was different. He wouldn’t give anyone an easy way out.

If you didn’t come to appease him or sincerely apologize, it would be permanent neglect.

He wasn’t unreasonable. On the contrary, he was too reasonable.

Later, at eleven o’clock, Xu Yanqi suddenly had to watch an overseas architecture video. He put on his earphones and immersed himself in work.

When Chen Qiao came to knock on his door, Xu Yanqi didn’t hear it. She knocked twice, but he still didn’t hear.

Chen Qiao thought he was asleep.

She actually wanted to tell him that the bathroom door was broken and to remind him to get it fixed tomorrow.

She also wanted to let him know she was going to take a shower and couldn’t lock the door, so if he needed the bathroom, he should knock first to check if anyone was inside.

Chen Qiao deliberately waited ten minutes before heading to the bathroom. She was sure Xu Yanqi in his room was asleep.

After all, she had received a WeChat message from Wen Sui. Wen Sui said she and Xu Yanqi had fought again.

Usually, when they argued, men seemed to like escaping into sleep.

So Chen Qiao took her nightgown to the bathroom. She closed the door, but it wouldn’t lock properly.

She turned on the showerhead, and a stream of warm water gushed out immediately. Chen Qiao stood under the steaming water. Her slender hands, coated with body wash, gently roamed from her neck to her br3asts, then to her flat stomach, and finally to her most private area.

“Mmm…”

Unable to resist, her fingers dipped into the sticky wetness already seeping from between her thighs. Mimicking how a man might pleasure himself in the bathroom, she immersed herself in the misty atmosphere, savoring the trembling sensation as she shallowly slid her fingers in and out of her pvssy, constantly soothing herself.

Her fingers thrust frequently for a few minutes. But standing like this, the pleasure wasn’t intense enough. Her pvssy wasn’t fully penetrated by her fingers, leaving her somewhat unsatisfied.

The bathroom in this apartment was actually quite small. Next to the showerhead was a washing machine embedded into the wall. Above it was a basin, meant for washing underwear.

Originally, this spot was supposed to have a sink, but the landlord had placed the sink outside, aiming for a wet-dry separation.

So Chen Qiao lowered her hips. She reached out with both hands to grip the basin, feeling the shower water continuously splash onto her back.

She slowly raised her hips, straightened her legs, and sank her waist lower. One delicate hand began to reach down to her lower body.

She assumed a rear-entry position and shamefully inserted her fingers into her hungry pvssy.

When that finger thrust all the way in, Chen Qiao squirmed restlessly, rubbing her legs together. She relentlessly pumped her fingers in and out of her pvssy, tormenting it until the pleasure involuntarily drew out another gush of sticky fluid, coating her fingers entirely.

She went at it fiercely, desperately plunging into her well-worn pvssy. She reveled in the wild sensation as tears welled up in her eyes.

It felt so good. In the bathroom. Bent over this pristine basin.

Chen Qiao shamefully craved it.

Her fingers didn’t just invade her pvssy; they teased and tugged at her sensitive cl!toris, relentlessly stimulating it until it hardened. She nearly rubbed herself raw.

But it still wasn’t enough. She wanted more, so much more.

At that moment, she let out sounds of both struggle and relief. Endless desire consumed her completely. She cast aside everything and forced two fingers inside.

Her fragile fingers were sucked deeper by the wet, soft walls of her pvssy, tightening frantically as if they might snap.

Chen Qiao spread her legs wide, waves of intense pleasure flooding her body, leaving her both dazed and in agony.

“Mmm…”

Her two fingers kept thrusting, slamming deeper with each stroke. Finally, as the ecstasy overwhelmed her, filling her face with lustful abandon, she was about to fully surrender to the pleasure of her depths. Chen Qiao opened her hazy eyes and slowly lifted her gaze. Her blurry vision drifted toward the bathroom door—until it was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Chen Qiao froze in shock.

Just like that, her body convulsed helplessly. She couldn’t stifle the panting moans escaping her mouth.

She climaxed right in front of the man.

Staring at his face—the face of Wen Sui’s boyfriend.