Boss, Please Go Easy On Me (GL) - Chapter 5

An Yao looked at Yan Xiaomi with a slight frown and a confused gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes slowly blinked—a moment full of allure—before her legs gave way, and she leaned against the beautiful woman next to her. The look was utterly captivating, startling Yan Xiaomi, who widened her eyes. What, what, what… what was going on? Yan Xiaomi was so shocked by her own imaginings that her soul was scattered, and she didn’t recover for a long time, not even managing to think about finding a hole to crawl into.

“So you know An An,” the beautiful woman holding An Yao suddenly asked Yan Xiaomi with a smile, gently reaching out to tuck the hair off An Yao’s face behind her ear. An Yao’s eyes slowly blinked a few more times, seeming unable to stay open, and narrowed slightly.

Yan Xiaomi hastily scrambled up, nervously nodding. “I, I am President An’s assistant.”

“That’s wonderful.”

The beautiful woman supported An Yao and moved closer to Yan Xiaomi. As she got nearer, Yan Xiaomi smelled the heavy scent of alcohol on An Yao. She was probably very drunk and it was unclear if she even recognized her now. She regretted shouting her name a moment ago.

“An An gets completely disoriented when she drinks. She’ll kiss anyone she catches,” the beautiful woman hugged An Yao, who was leaning on her, smiled, and patted the startled Yan Xiaomi. “Just now… please don’t misunderstand. If she hadn’t kissed me, it would have been some other man.”

Yan Xiaomi smiled and waved her hands somewhat unnaturally. “No, I didn’t misunderstand. I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see anything.” Her mind was still in a state of confusion. She pointed outside. “Well, if you don’t need anything, I… I’ll be leaving?”

“Don’t go.” The beautiful woman stopped her and abruptly handed the slightly squinting, disoriented An Yao, who was leaning on her, over to Yan Xiaomi. “I hosted this class reunion, so I can’t leave now. Could you please help me take her home? To prevent her from getting drunk and causing a scene later.”

“Hey, beautiful!”

Without waiting for Yan Xiaomi to refuse, the beautiful woman smiled and waved her hand, took a few long strides, turned a corner, and disappeared.

Yan Xiaomi: “…”

Turning her head to look at An Yao leaning on her shoulder, Yan Xiaomi was bewildered. She originally thought if An Yao didn’t recognize her, she could just pretend they hadn’t met. But what was the situation now?

An Yao’s warm breath on Yan Xiaomi’s neck made her feel ticklish. She tried hard to support An Yao, but she was boneless and soft, about to collapse. Yan Xiaomi had no choice but to hug her tightly, sighing softly. How much did she drink?

Half-carrying and half-dragging An Yao out of the winding corridor, as soon as she saw Tong Xi, she yelled at her, “Tong Tong, hurry up and help!”

“Oh my $\sim$ you can even pick up a drunkard on your way to the bathroom.” Tong Xi quickly lent a hand and helped Yan Xiaomi settle An Yao onto the sofa. Once An Yao leaned against the sofa, she became still, as quiet as if she were asleep. This person’s behavior when drunk wasn’t that bad after all.

“Xiaomi, you know this beauty?” Seeing Yan Xiaomi staring intently at An Yao, Tong Xi couldn’t help but ask.

“More than just knowing her,” Yan Xiaomi sighed. “She’s my top boss.”

“This is your hot-tempered boss?” Tong Xi was amused and pinched An Yao’s cheek. “She looks quite gentle.”

Yan Xiaomi slapped Tong Xi’s hand away. “Don’t touch her. If you wake her up, I’m finished.”

“Zhang Ji, I’m sorry,” Yan Xiaomi turned to the man who had been staring at them. “I need to take my boss home, so I’m leaving first.”

“It’s okay, it’s getting late anyway. I’ll drive you.”

“No need, you don’t have to trouble yourself.”

Yan Xiaomi helped An Yao up, finding it difficult to manage. She reached out and patted Tong Xi. “What are you standing there for? Give me a hand!”

“Oh, oh…”

The two supported An Yao and left. Zhang Ji had a car and wanted to drive them, but Yan Xiaomi refused. She didn’t want to owe favors and get tangled up with people.

After getting into a taxi, Yan Xiaomi realized she didn’t know where An Yao lived. An Yao was wearing a dress and wasn’t carrying anything, just herself, so there was no way to figure out her address.

The driver kept asking where to go, so Yan Xiaomi had no choice but to give her own home address.

“Are you really going to take her back to your place?” Tong Xi gently poked An Yao’s face and asked.

“I told you not to touch her.” Yan Xiaomi slapped her hand. “I don’t know where she lives. Should I throw her on the street?”

“True. If you threw your boss on the street, you’d be fired tomorrow,” Tong Xi suddenly pulled An Yao into her arms. “That’s actually a pretty good idea.”

“What are you doing!” Yan Xiaomi was nervous.

“Stop the car!” Tong Xi shouted at the driver, holding An Yao’s shoulder and trapping her in her embrace. The person, deeply asleep, frowned and groaned.

Yan Xiaomi was terrified and quickly stopped the driver. “Driver, don’t mind her.”

Turning around to glare at Tong Xi, she yelled softly, “Are you crazy? Throwing a woman on the side of the road? What if something happens?”

Tong Xi pushed An Yao back into Yan Xiaomi’s arms, amused. “I was just kidding. Look how scared you are.”

“Lunatic!” Yan Xiaomi was both annoyed and amused. Given Tong Xi’s strange way of acting, she genuinely thought Tong Xi would throw An Yao on the roadside, and her heart nearly skipped a beat from the shock.

After getting An Yao back home, Tong Xi looked at the woman lying on the sofa. “You let your boss sleep on the sofa, tomorrow…”

“I can be fired, right?” Yan Xiaomi finished the sentence for her helplessly, then opened the fridge to look inside.

Tong Xi laughed. “You understand me so well.”

“With your malicious streak, only I can handle you.” Yan Xiaomi took a can of soda and handed it to Tong Xi, taking one for herself and drinking a large gulp. She felt like she was about to collapse from all the effort.

“Who told you to love me so much?” Tong Xi was delighted.

“Your cheekiness has become a lot thicker after being polished again.” Yan Xiaomi also smiled.

Tong Xi checked the time; it was half-past ten.

“Alright, I should head back today. You stay here and take good care of your boss. May you be exhausted to death.” Tong Xi laughed gleefully, stood up, and walked toward the door, waving her hand. “Don’t bother seeing me out.”

“Who said I was going to see you out? Shut the door behind you!” Yan Xiaomi shouted toward the doorway.

“Got it, got it, so annoying.”

Click. The door closed.

Yan Xiaomi smiled, then looked down at the quietly sleeping An Yao and sighed softly again. What should she do with this “Great Buddha?” She couldn’t actually let her sleep on the sofa as Tong Xi suggested.

The adjacent study hadn’t been tidied, so she couldn’t sleep there either. Forget it. Since they were both women, sleeping in the same bed should be fine.

Yan Xiaomi took a shower and changed into a nightgown. She opened the door and saw An Yao, who was lying on the sofa, had flipped over to face the backrest, her legs slightly curled. It looked like she was sleeping uncomfortably.

Yan Xiaomi walked over and bent down to help her up. She wanted to hug her, but her slender arms and legs probably couldn’t lift the tall, thin An Yao. She could only resort to a less graceful method: she draped An Yao’s arm over her back, half-carrying and half-dragging her to the bed. Yan Xiaomi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The commotion was probably a bit much, making An Yao uncomfortable. She frowned and groaned, then flipped over again, burying her face in the pillow.

Yan Xiaomi was really worried that An Yao would wake up and vomit all over her bed. Smelling the alcohol on her made her a bit uncomfortable, so she walked over to take off An Yao’s dress.

In quick succession, she pulled the dress off and threw it aside. Yan Xiaomi didn’t feel much when she saw An Yao’s figure. She often showered with Tong Xi in university, so they had long seen each other naked. Seeing a woman wasn’t anything special to Yan Xiaomi. The only thing that was special was that An Yao’s figure was genuinely excellent: she had a chest, a waist, a butt, and beautiful legs. A temptress like this would be irresistible to a man, but she wasn’t a man. If she felt anything at all, it was probably envy and jealousy. She glanced at her own chest. Hmm… just so-so.

Yan Xiaomi went into the bathroom to get a hot towel to wipe An Yao’s face. Up close, she could smell the faint residual perfume on her, mixed with the scent of some kind of alcohol. Yan Xiaomi thought it actually smelled quite nice.

She followed the face-wiping with the neck. Yan Xiaomi carefully and diligently wiped An Yao’s body. When the towel cooled, she soaked it in hot water again, running back and forth.

An Yao’s body was already very sensitive, and coupled with being slightly incoherent from the alcohol, she became overwhelmed by the touching. Especially when the hot towel went from her collarbone down to her waist, An Yao slightly recoiled, and her breathing became uneven.

Yan Xiaomi was only focused on wiping her clean quickly so they could sleep, ignoring the subtle signs. The hand holding the towel continued downward. The various tingling, itchy sensations caused when it reached her thigh made An Yao let out a soft, involuntary groan and curl her legs.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Xiaomi saw her looking uncomfortable and thought she was about to vomit, so she leaned in anxiously to check on her.

An Yao slowly opened her eyes. Before Yan Xiaomi could react, An Yao had reached out, hooked her neck, and kissed her, then flipped over to press her down beneath her.

Everything happened so suddenly. By the time Yan Xiaomi reacted, An Yao’s tongue had already invaded her mouth, engaging in a gentle yet unrestrained entanglement. An Yao’s hands also became restless, sliding down Yan Xiaomi’s shoulder to her waist, where she gave it a soft squeeze.

Yan Xiaomi reflexively arched her back. Now fully alert, she tried desperately to push An Yao away. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was sealed by An Yao’s kiss, preventing any sound.

Even the hand she used to struggle was instantly pulled up over her head and pinned down by An Yao. Furthermore, being kissed so dizzyingly by An Yao left her unable to muster any strength, and she couldn’t break free of the grip.

Her other hand pushing An Yao’s shoulder was also useless. An Yao’s hand tried to lift her nightgown, but the gown was too long and pinned down by An Yao’s weight, making it impossible to push up. An Yao didn’t fuss; she simply reached up and squeezed Yan Xiaomi’s soft area. The stimulation was too intense, and Yan Xiaomi sharply arched her back, using all her might to push An Yao away.

She must have used her full strength, as it was quite forceful. An Yao rolled to the side and tumbled off the bed, accidentally bumping her forehead on the bedside table. The pain caused her eyebrows to knit into a frown, sobering her up considerably, and her desire vanished.

Hearing the sound of the collision with the cabinet, Yan Xiaomi quickly sat up, forgetting her daze, and jumped off the bed to squat beside An Yao. She apologized profusely, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. President An, are you okay?” She suddenly looked up and was startled. “President An, you… you’re bleeding.”

Seeing a small cut on An Yao’s forehead that was oozing bl00d, Yan Xiaomi panicked. She rushed to the next room to grab the small first-aid kit. She was prone to getting hurt, so she always kept basic items for stopping bleeding and bandaging.

By the time Yan Xiaomi rushed back to the room, hugging the small first-aid kit, An Yao was still sitting on the floor, dazed, ignoring the bl00d running down her forehead.

Yan Xiaomi knew she was out of it. She walked over and sat on the floor, took a cotton swab to wipe the bl00d, tore off a bandage, and gently applied it. The wound wasn’t large, but An Yao likely had a low platelet count, as the bl00d flow was quite alarming.

While doing all this, An Yao stared at Yan Xiaomi, yet not exactly at Yan Xiaomi. Her eyes were unfocused; no one knew what she was thinking. Yan Xiaomi didn’t worry about it. Drunk people are incoherent and will forget everything after a sleep. Tomorrow, she could just say the injury was from An Yao bumping herself by accident; An Yao wouldn’t remember anyway. As for what just happened, she probably wouldn’t remember that either.

Yan Xiaomi, whose thought process was rather slow, only just remembered the earlier event. Her heart pounded with excitement, and her soul instantly took flight.

“Yan Xiaomi, are you trying to hurt me to death?” An Yao looked at her coldly. Her voice was low and still a bit muffled, but it startled Yan Xiaomi, who immediately pulled back her hand and quickly waved it. “President An, I didn’t mean to press on your wound. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

The next second, she realized: An Yao knew she was Yan Xiaomi. An Yao was sober!