After Marrying the Aloof Beauty, I Totally Fell for Her - Chapter 45
Chapter 45: Held Her Lips
When An Ning came back from her shower, the lights in the bedroom were still on, but the woman who had been sitting at the desk was nowhere to be seen.
A small bump rose on the inside of the bed—Mu Yan had already gotten in and pulled the blanket over her head, even though the room was warm with central heating.
Was Teacher Mu shy?
An Ning found it a little funny but couldn’t stop her heart from beating faster. She reached out to turn off the light.
The room sank into darkness. Guided by memory, she made her way to the bed and lifted the covers, sliding in carefully.
Her bed was a narrow double. It would’ve felt spacious when they were kids, but now, with both of them grown, her mom’s comment that “it won’t feel crowded” really just meant they could barely lie side by side.
An Ning shifted closer and could feel the rising warmth beneath the blanket—she was getting close.
She couldn’t see clearly in the dark and didn’t dare lunge forward, worried the woman might kick her off the bed out of embarrassment. So she kept moving slowly, inch by inch toward the source of heat.
But Mu Yan seemed to be moving away from her at the same pace.
This game of slow-motion tag continued until An Ning finally touched something warm and soft—a slender back.
Mu Yan’s body trembled slightly at the touch.
“What are you doing?”
The muffled voice came with a hint of forced sternness, not exactly intimidating.
Emboldened, An Ning turned on her side, resting her hand gently on Mu Yan’s waist.
That waist was still just as slender and flexible. With no parents around to see, An Ning grew bolder, touching her like one might stroke a cat.
Mu Yan’s breathing grew heavier, less steady, until suddenly she turned around to swat An Ning away.
But An Ning was ready. Before the woman could lift her hand, she wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into an embrace.
Their warm bodies, separated only by their thin sleepwear, pressed together.
“You…” Mu Yan’s voice trembled, no longer carrying the usual composure and clarity. It was hoarse and shaky.
An Ning understood the reaction—her own heart was pounding too.
Only now, with Mu Yan truly in her arms, did An Ning realize just how fragile she was. That smaller frame trembled slightly, but didn’t resist.
Mu Yan was so slender—and yet, unexpectedly soft.
A light, sweet scent from Mu Yan’s body filled the air under the blanket. An Ning inhaled deeply, her heartbeat quickening.
The blanket was like a small, dark world—safe and warm, making people let their guard down. Things that seemed impossible or inappropriate in daylight now felt strangely natural.
An Ning’s fingers ran through Mu Yan’s smooth black hair, gently massaging her head.
She had never done this before. Though she was taller and could easily reach Mu Yan’s head, touching it had always felt like a privilege reserved for elders.
Now, she had that privilege.
But she wanted more.
Swallowing nervously, An Ning tried to calm herself. At the very least, she should ask.
Her voice was hoarse, broken as she began, “Teacher Mu, I…”
She froze halfway through.
What did she really want?
All she knew was that Mu Yan felt like a warm, fragrant dessert fresh out of the oven—too tempting to resist.
But she couldn’t just blurt out something like I want to eat you. That either belonged to some outdated cliché in an old romance drama or a horror story.
How could she say it?
Kiss? Touch? That forbidden word that made her brain freeze?
Her thoughts swirled. Her face burned. Finally, she gave up trying to sugarcoat it.
“Teacher Mu, I want to kiss you.”
“You already have, haven’t you?” Mu Yan’s voice was soft and small, shrinking even closer into her arms, like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand.
“That doesn’t count,” An Ning whispered, her face brushed by Mu Yan’s breath, the warmth making her heart melt.
After hesitating, she gently held Mu Yan’s shoulders and pulled back just enough to look at her.
“I want a real kiss. A deeper one. Honestly, I wanted to before but didn’t dare. I kept thinking about it these past few days…”
Her voice trailed off to a whisper. No matter how bold she normally was, it wasn’t easy to admit her desires.
But she didn’t want to keep holding back. That kiss she never truly got—it was like being offered one bite of a delicious meal and then having it taken away. It only made her hungrier.
In the long silence that followed, An Ning didn’t beg again. She waited for Mu Yan’s answer.
“…Only kissing. Nothing else.”
Just as An Ning was about to reach out and check if she’d fallen asleep, Mu Yan finally spoke.
Her voice had steadied a little, though it was still husky, with a touch of resigned fondness.
“Okay!” An Ning agreed immediately, already reaching to touch her face and leaning in to gently press their lips together.
The moment they touched, An Ning felt her heart cheer quietly.
She kissed softly and attentively, brushing over every corner of Mu Yan’s lips until they were warm and moist. Then she gave a little satisfied lick at the corner of her mouth, like enjoying the frosting on a cupcake.
Exactly as she imagined—soft, sweet, and irresistible.
During the kiss, Mu Yan gripped her collar tightly, like someone drowning grabbing onto a lifeline.
An Ning could feel her body trembling and tensing under her hand, but Mu Yan didn’t pull away.
A mix of emotions welled up inside An Ning—tenderness, yes, but also something more complex.
She wanted to see this side of Mu Yan even more.
Not distant. Not aloof. But vulnerable—someone who could rely on her.
That feeling came from deep inside her, and she embraced it without hesitation.
Trust me. Lean on me. Tell me everything you’re holding in.
It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be weak. It’s okay to fall apart. Because it’s just you and me.
Stop running, Mu Yan.
With a slight edge of mischief, An Ning gently parted Mu Yan’s lips, which didn’t resist.
She couldn’t see her expression in the dark, but all her other senses sharpened.
She felt the moment Mu Yan twitched, trying to retreat, but stopped herself.
Perfect.
An Ning knew she was still holding back—but that only added fuel to her desire.
She kissed more deeply, greedily tasting every breath, every shared warmth.
She figured her kissing skills probably weren’t great—TV dramas never made this much sound—but it didn’t matter. As long as she was better than Mu Yan.
Soon, Mu Yan was clutching her clothes tightly, trying to pull back as if to end the kiss.
But An Ning wasn’t about to let go. She tightened her arms, locking her in place, forcing her to accept this affection.
“S-Stop… please…”
In the gaps between kisses, Mu Yan’s broken voice whispered weak protest—fragile, tearful, and pleading.
Normally, that would’ve been enough for An Ning to stop.
But right now, she didn’t want to.
She had thought one real kiss would satisfy her, but she had underestimated her own hunger.
She didn’t want to stop at all.
Mu Yan felt like she couldn’t breathe. It was hot under the covers, and An Ning kept pressing in closer. She tried to move back, but the girl only deepened the kiss, surrounding her with dizzying sweetness.
When An Ning’s hand brushed under her sleepwear, Mu Yan shivered.
Calloused fingertips, rough from badminton, grazed her skin.
What was she trying to do?
Mu Yan jolted awake, horror piercing through her daze.
No. If she couldn’t get out of bed tomorrow… what would her parents think?
That shame split through her hazy thoughts like lightning.
She bit down hard—An Ning yelped in pain and finally pulled away.
Mu Yan gasped for breath and held her at bay with a trembling hand, panting against her chin, breath hot and ticklish.
“I told you to stop…”
Her voice shook and broke, laced with tears.
An Ning realized her eyelashes had brushed her cheek moments before—wet.
Mu Yan had cried.
She should’ve felt guilt or sorrow.
But instead, all she could think about was the heat pooling in her stomach, her pulse racing.
If only I could see her expression right now.
She ignored Mu Yan’s faint resistance, leaning in again, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
Her lips traced softly across damp skin, landing at her eyelashes.
She tasted the salty edge of tears.
Her voice came out low and raspy:
“Teacher Mu, I’m sorry…”
Not for kissing you—but for realizing how much I love the way you cry in bed.
I really am… not a good girl.