Forced Estrus (Lily ABO) - Chapter 23
Fu Ying reached down and grabbed Gao Qi’s ankle, applying slight pressure. Although Gao Qi was confused, she still steadied herself on the bar counter and followed Fu Ying’s pull. Her slender, white legs emerged from the gap in the coat, paired with her innocent face, inexplicably evoking the image of a naive newborn demon who was nevertheless captivating.
By the time Gao Qi reacted, her bare foot was being held in Fu Ying’s lap.
So, she was just checking if she was hurt. Gao Qi felt a touch of disappointment mixed with relief.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Fu Ying asked, looking up, her expression normal, while her long, bony fingers lightly stroked the sole of her foot like playing a piano.
“Hehe…” The soles of Gao Qi’s feet were her most sensitive spot, untouchable. But now her ankle was being held, with nowhere to hide or escape, so she could only bite down hard on the tender flesh inside her mouth and endure.
“…Cough, it was alright, I guess,” she said, even feigning modesty with a wave of her hand.
“Alright?” Fu Ying repeated, repeating the action on her foot, this time deliberately circling the most sensitive hollow.
“…Hahahaha ugh!” Gao Qi couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. It burst out all at once, loud enough to make others turn their heads. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking at the culprit with a coquettish and reproachful gaze.
“Next time, use an ashtray. It’ll fit your hand better.” Fu Ying didn’t tease her too much, her thumb tracing the prominent ankle bone and the rounded toe, before letting go of her foot.
Gao Qi unconsciously rubbed her tingling ankle against her other leg, the expression on her face incredibly interesting.
She looked at Fu Ying in disbelief, even seeming to want to reach out and touch her to test if it was real. Her fingers curled and stretched several times, but she finally reluctantly withdrew her hand.
“Teacher, you really can’t tell! You’re an old hand!” Her mouth, however, wasn’t idle. “When did that happen? Who was that clueless person? Tell me!”
Gao Qi bumped Fu Ying’s shoulder as she spoke, but with that coquettish force, it was more of a rub than a bump.
“A long time ago.”
Those five words were enough to set Gao Qi’s imagination running wild. She leaned bonelessly against the bar counter, standing on one leg like a delicate long-legged bird, looking at Fu Ying with interest.
She began to imagine, imagining a younger, more emotionally expressive Fu Ying. What kind of person would such a Fu Ying fight? And what was it for? Who was it for?
Too incredible, too tempting.
While thinking, Gao Qi reached out for the candy in the white porcelain bowl in the distance. Semi-transparent cellophane wrappers, quite retro packaging. Inside were light malt-colored hard candies, the fruit-flavored hard candies she had eaten a lot as a child.
She threw a candy directly into her mouth, biting down with a “crack.” Completely different from the imagined cheap artificial flavoring, a rich and concentrated lychee fragrance instantly filled her mouth. She raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.
Fu Ying, having received the checked-in room card, turned her head and smiled faintly at Gao Qi.
“Hmm?” Gao Qi always tilted her head unconsciously when she was a little puzzled.
“Sweet?” Fu Ying asked.
“Not bad…” Gao Qi stirred the crushed candy in her mouth with her tongue, her voice mumbled and a little wet. “I’ll get you one to try…”
“No need for such trouble.”
The last syllable faded between their pressed lips. Fu Ying’s tongue deftly pried open Gao Qi’s teeth. Caught off guard, Gao Qi didn’t even have time to react before most of the crushed candy in her mouth was swept away.
“Indeed not bad,” Fu Ying commented nonchalantly in front of the astonished crowd. She looked at Gao Qi, who was staring blankly at her, not having reacted for a long time, and mistakenly thought her answer wasn’t perfect enough.
“Of course, not as sweet as you,” she added with a straight face.