Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 8

That night, Jing Xuan and Lan Qing lay side by side on the spacious bed. Jing Xuan was on her best behavior, keeping a full arm’s length between them. Lan Qing, however, was clearly irritated by Jing’s restraint.

What was going on? She abruptly turned and pinned Jing Xuan beneath her, staring down with a mix of frustration and mischief.

Since she hadn’t brought pajamas, Lan Qing was wearing one of Jing Xuan’s oversized vests. It hung loosely on her slender figure, barely concealing the soft curves of her body. From her angle, Jing Xuan had a full view of Lan Qing’s chest and immediately shut her eyes in panic.

“You… you little rascal, pull up your clothes!” Jing’s stammered.

Lan Qing smirked playfully. “What’s wrong, Brother Jingxuan? Your clothes are too big. Maybe I should just take them off instead.”

As she teased Jing, her fingers flirted with the edge of the vest. Jing Xuan immediately stopped her. “No! Just keep them on, alright?”

Lan Qing leaned against Jing, her head resting gently on Jing’s chest. She listened quietly to the rhythm of Jing’s heartbeat. After a moment, she spoke softly, a trace of sadness in her voice.

“Brother Jingxuan… I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. We’re not like we used to be.”

“How could that be?” Jing Xuan replied quickly. “We’re still the same. You’re overthinking.”

“No, it’s different now,” Lan Qing insisted. “We used to laugh so easily, but ever since you left, everything changed. I still see you smile, but it feels forced. I can sense the pain you’re hiding. I won’t ask—I’ll wait until you feel ready to tell me.”

Jing Xuan remained silent. The truth was, Jing had endured more than anyone knew. And Lan Qing—so thoughtful, so perceptive—could see right through her.

Lan Qing continued, her voice trembling, “I haven’t truly been happy since you left. I missed you every single day. Even when my father came back to avenge my mother, I didn’t feel joy. He’s cruel, and life in the

Iga clan is a battlefield. At school, no one dared come close to me. Everyone knew I was the daughter of a Jonin, and they were all afraid. Only Aunt Xiu and Sister Nianqing cared for me. But even with them… I couldn’t feel happiness.”

She looked up at Jing Xuan, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Brother Jing Xuan, it wasn’t until I saw you again that I remembered why I’m alive. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. Maybe it started when you left me at fourteen, or maybe it was when I first met you at three years old. Please… let’s be together. Don’t leave me. If you have to go, take me with you.”

Her eyes searched Jing’s face, hoping to find her reflection in Jing’s gaze. A single tear slipped down her cheek and landed on Jing Xuan’s neck.

Jing Xuan was overwhelmed. Never had she imagined that Lan Qing would confess to her—Lan Qing, of all people. She was the one person Jing never wanted to hurt.

Jing Xuan turned away from her intense gaze. “We… we’re both girls. And I’m not even really either. You know that. I’m a mistake. A monster. Being with me will only hurt you. Don’t be foolish, Lan Qing…”

Before Jing could finish, Lan Qing silenced her with a kiss—fierce and desperate. She refused to let Jing speak such things.

Caught off guard, Jing Xuan froze, allowing Lan Qing’s tongue to explore her mouth. When she finally pulled away, Jing’s lips were slightly swollen.

“Jing Xuan,” she said softly, “you love me too, don’t you? I’ve looked into the past with the help of the Iga family. I know a little… about Movis. I know he made you live as a man to protect you, even changed your identity to hide you. That’s why you dress this way.”

Her fingers gently traced the collar of Jing’s pajamas. “When I was little, you protected me, spoiled me. My heart has belonged to you since then. I love you because you are Jing Xuan—not because of your gender, and certainly not because of what the world calls normal. If you’d been born a man, maybe I would never have had to fight so hard to understand these feelings. But now I do.”

She took Jing’s hand, her tears falling freely. “Don’t push me away. You once said we were a family, and that we’d always be together.”

Jing Xuan’s heart ached. Her words pierced through Jing’s defenses. Jing Xuan remembered the peaceful monastery, the laughter, the quiet warmth of those years with Lan Qing. Without a word, Jing pulled her down into her arms and held her tightly, wiping her tears gently.

Lan Qing relaxed in Jing’s embrace, her voice hoarse from crying. “Jing Xuan… will you love me for the rest of your life?”

He looked into her eyes and answered with quiet certainty, “Yes. I will love you forever. We’ll be together, always.”

Tears rolled down Lan Qing’s cheeks again, and Jing Xuan kissed them away one by one. “Silly girl, don’t cry. It hurts me to see you like this.”

That night, they slept in each other’s arms. Lan Qing nestled close, feeling like the happiest girl in the world.
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Meanwhile, Qiao Fei, now rested and determined, decided to return Jing Xuan’s clothes the next morning.

Once I give the clothes back, she told herself, I’ll be done with that playboy.

Feeling refreshed, she made a simple breakfast, carefully washed and folded Jing Xuan’s casual clothes, and packed them in a bag. It was also her first day reporting to school, so she left early, hoping to get everything done in time. Strangely, she found herself wishing the bus would move faster. Her heart tugged with anticipation—she was eager to see Jing Xuan again.

After several stops, the bus finally arrived near Jing Xuan’s apartment. Qiao Fei stood at the entrance, took a deep breath, and walked in.

“Ninth floor,” she whispered, watching the elevator numbers light up, her heart pounding with nervousness.

Upstairs, the morning sun streamed in warmly through the curtains. Lan Qing, still in Jing Xuan’s embrace, gazed at her serene sleeping face. Jing looked so peaceful—like a child at rest. She giggled and used a lock of her hair to tickle Jing’s nose.

Jing Xuan stirred, opening her eyes. “You mischievous little thing, waking me up so early. Do you want a spanking?”

“I’m hungry!” Lan Qing pouted. “Get up and cook. And don’t forget—you promised to help me move!”

Jing Xuan sighed, “Alright, alright, I’m up. I can’t win with you, can I?”

Lan Qing grinned triumphantly and headed to the bathroom, grabbing one of Jing’s shirts to wear.

At that moment, the elevator stopped at the ninth floor. Qiao Fei stood outside the door, hesitating. What if I came too early? What if I’m disturbing him?

She lingered a while before mustering the courage to ring the doorbell.

Ding dong—

Inside, Jing Xuan frowned. Who could it be this early? Maybe it’s Shuangji…

“Lan Qing, can you get the door?” he called out.

Ding dong—

Qiao Fei waited outside, increasingly anxious. Just as she was about to leave, the door opened.

Standing there was a stunning woman in one of Jing Xuan’s shirts—barefoot, long hair tousled, eyes like liquid fire. The shirt hung loosely down to her thighs, the top few buttons undone, revealing a deep line of cleavage and smooth, bare skin beneath. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a dream.

With a languid smile and a sultry voice, she asked, “Miss, who are you looking for?”

But Qiao Fei could only stand frozen in shock, staring at her.

Because she recognized that shirt.

It was the same one Jing Xuan had been wearing the day she saved her.