I Don't Want to Have Little Mushrooms with You - Chapter 17

Song Tai hurried downstairs, and sure enough, Qu Fengyue was still waiting for her below.

The sky had already darkened. Qu Fengyue sat on a bench in the residential area, occasionally glancing at her phone with her head lowered, looking dejected and uneasy, like an abandoned puppy.

Song Tai slowed her pace and walked over to her.

Hearing the footsteps, Qu Fengyue quickly turned her head, her face lighting up with joy. “Sister!”

The unease on her face vanished instantly. She showed no trace of anger, as if she didn’t mind at all that Song Tai had kept her waiting for so long. All she cared about was whether Song Tai would come for her, whether she still remembered her.

Even someone as self-centered as Song Tai felt she had gone a bit too far.

A pang of guilt struck her, and she reached out to touch Qu Fengyue’s face. “Why didn’t you message me to hurry me along?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” Qu Fengyue said, pressing her face into Song Tai’s palm as she sat on the bench. Her nose was red from the cold wind, and she looked up at Song Tai with pitiful eyes. “Besides, I knew you wouldn’t forget about me.”

Song Tai: “…”

She had forgotten—hadn’t even spared her a single thought.

This only made Song Tai feel even guiltier.

The temperature difference in early spring was significant, and Qu Fengyue was only wearing a thin shirt. After waiting outside for over two hours, her fingers were icy cold.

Feeling guilty, Song Tai took Qu Fengyue’s hand. “You must be freezing. Your hands are so cold. Let’s go back first.”

“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?”

Qu Fengyue nodded obediently but suddenly leaned in closer, her expression sharpening. “Sister, are you hurt?”

Song Tai hummed in acknowledgment. “Got bitten by Wangwang by accident.”

Qu Fengyue: “Wangwang actually bites people?”

Song Tai didn’t understand it either.

Wangwang was usually an extremely good-tempered cat, practically letting anyone pet and squeeze it.

Once, Song Tai had accidentally stepped on its tail, but Wangwang hadn’t shown any intention to bite or scratch—it had just looked up at her with big blue eyes and let out a pitiful meow.

This was the first time Wangwang had ever shown aggression toward her.

The broken skin on her wound began to ache belatedly, pulling her back to reality.

Suddenly, she realized that Wangwang’s bite might have been more serious than she’d thought.

Once they got home, Qu Fengyue offered to take a look at the wound.

Song Tai sat on the sofa and undid her buttons.

Qu Fengyue found the first-aid kit in the living room.

Aside from some basic medications, the kit also contained supplements and digestive aids—all prepared by Qu Fengling.

Qu Fengyue easily picked out a cotton swab and leaned in. “It’s bleeding.”

The wound was just below her collarbone, out of her own line of sight. Song Tai made a questioning sound, only feeling a dull pain and wanting to touch it.

“Don’t move,” Qu Fengyue stopped her, gripping her wrist as she stared at the wound.

A bright red bead of bl00d had welled up on her flawless skin, standing out vividly against her complexion.

Song Tai asked, “Is it bad?”

Qu Fengyue seemed not to hear her. Her eyes remained fixed on the wound, her pupils dilating with excitement, her breathing quickening. Suddenly, she leaned in and flicked her tongue over the droplet of bl00d, swiftly licking it away.

Startled by the action, Song Tai instinctively leaned back.

Qu Fengyue’s dark eyes bore into her, unblinking.

A few uncontrollable strands of mycelium crept out, climbing up Song Tai’s chest along the hem of her clothes. As if unsatisfied, they eagerly sought to entwine tightly around her skin, just like they had at night—tightening, then tightening further, until their tips burrowed into her flesh, merging with her as one.

Qu Fengyue lowered her head again, pressing lightly against the wound on Song Tai’s neck with her tongue. The slick, soft surface of her tongue dragged over the delicate skin, demanding more.

“Enough, stop this,” Song Tai groaned, her voice hoarse, discomfort prickling under the relentless attention.

Forced to tilt her head back, she couldn’t see Qu Fengyue’s exact movements, but the strangeness of it all unsettled her. It was as if Qu Fengyue were some territorial creature, intent on erasing the traces of others from her body.

Song Tai tried to push her away, signaling, “Let me go first.”

But instead of releasing her, Qu Fengyue gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Ah!” Song Tai gasped sharply, realizing for the first time just how strong Qu Fengyue was. Trapped in the soft couch, her chest heaved, unable to move.

Like a pried-open clam, forced to expose its tender flesh.

“Qu Fengyue!”

Deaf to her protest, Qu Fengyue only leaned closer, pressing her nose against Song Tai’s skin before sliding downward, burying her face into the collar of her clothes. Her lips sought, her tongue flicking out to capture a fragile, rosy peak—then biting down.

Song Tai turned her head to the side with a soft whimper, trembling as tears welled up in her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation.

……

Qu Fengyue’s voice was muffled, laced with exhilaration as she murmured, “Sister, I like you so much… I really want to devour you.”