I Don't Want to Have Little Mushrooms with You - Chapter 43

Song Tai felt as though Qu Lingyue was about to devour her whole.

Qu Lingyue’s hand had somehow found its way to the back of Song Tai’s neck, both soothing and restraining her.

Icy lips and tongue invaded, inch by inch stealing her breath. Qu Lingyue seemed determined to plunder every last bit of air from Song Tai’s lungs.

Overwhelmed, Song Tai let out a muffled groan, tears welling in her eyes. She gazed at Qu Lingyue through her blurry vision, pleading for her to release her.

Qu Lingyue cast her a deep, unwavering look. Instead of letting go, she bit down even harder on Song Tai’s tongue.

Song Tai suddenly regretted her impulsiveness.

She had lost her composure simply because Qu Lingyue’s actions defied her expectations.

She hadn’t anticipated Qu Lingyue’s madness.

And her kissing technique had somehow worsened—how could it be worse than last time?

Yet, inexplicably, she wanted to continue.

Suddenly, the electronic lock beeped, followed by someone trying to push the door open.

A chill ran down Song Tai’s spine.

Qu Lingyue clearly heard the sound too. With obvious reluctance, she released Song Tai, her gaze lingering on her with a heavy intensity.

Song Taiping took a deep breath, but neither she nor Qu Lingyue had recovered from their kiss.

This realization brought her a small measure of relief.

However, now wasn’t the time to dwell on such thoughts.

The fans from earlier were trying to open the door.

What should they do?

But the situation left her no time to think.

The next moment, the door swung open.

The group had clearly been listening for any signs of activity, and they were likely surprised to find someone in the room.

Song Taiping froze, instinctively pulling Qu Lingyue behind the door.

Hidden in this spot, they couldn’t see the fans’ movements, only hear their footsteps and conversation.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s been staying here recently.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. The place we just checked must be Lingling’s house. We didn’t find any ID, but there’s a music room inside.”

Song Taiping strained to listen to their conversation, her heart pounding. This hiding spot was precarious; if even one of them turned around, they’d be discovered.

Fortunately, the group didn’t seem to realize they were trespassing. Instead of being cautious, they appeared relaxed, standing in the living room and observing the furnishings.

Song Tai temporarily breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Lingyue suddenly leaned closer. The space behind the door was already cramped, forcing the distance between them to shrink further and further.

Song Tai didn’t understand what Qu Lingyue was doing but dared not move, fearing she might make a sound.

Qu Lingyue paid no attention to anything else, her eyes fixed intently on Song Tai, her gaze lingering on Song Tai’s lips as she leaned in, wanting to resume what they had been doing earlier.

Realizing Qu Lingyue’s intention, Song Tai immediately reached out and covered Qu Lingyue’s lips, placing her hand between them. She glared at Qu Lingyue in disbelief, shaking her head silently to forbid her from coming any closer.

What does Qu Lingyue think she’s doing?

There were strangers here, even extreme fans who had come specifically to find Qu Lingyue. If they were discovered, Song Tai didn’t dare imagine the consequences.

Qu Lingyue paused, her expression remaining calm. Seeing Song Tai’s rejection, she seemed to abandon her advance.

Song Tai temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, but she kept her hand clamped over Qu Lingyue’s mouth, still feeling uneasy.

Qu Lingyue remained quietly under her hand, gazing up at her. Her warm breath brushed against Song Tai’s palm, the gentle airflow tickling her skin.

Song Tai curled her fingers, about to withdraw her hand.

Suddenly, Qu Lingyue used the movement to lick her palm.

Song Tai froze.

The wet, soft sensation sent a jolt of shock through her, every hair on her body standing on end.

Qu Lingyue seemed to regard her as something deeply cherished, burying her face in Song Tai’s palm and licking it repeatedly, as if a wild beast long restrained had suddenly lost control at the slightest taste of sweetness.

She wants to devour me whole.

The thought startled Song Tai, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away.

But Qu Lingyue simply retreated slightly, grasped her hand, and gently took her fingers into her mouth.

Song Tai stood rooted to the spot.

In the cramped space, even their breaths felt stiflingly hot. She could hear Qu Lingyue’s suppressed breathing was also rapid and ragged.

Qu Lingyue’s lips and tongue were cold, scraping against the soft skin of her fingers with each deliberate stroke, sending shivers down Song苔’s spine.

She couldn’t make a sound; any noise would betray her presence.

This felt even more unbearable than the kiss moments ago.

The intense stimulation, amplified by her anxiety, made her legs tremble. Qu Lingyue held her firmly in her arms, keeping her upright.

Though Qu Lingyue was bowing before her, placing her in a dominant position, Song苔 felt utterly controlled, as if she were a puppet in Qu Lingyue’s grasp.

It felt as if Qu Lingyue wasn’t just licking her hand, but rather enveloping her entire being in her mouth, coating her in a wet, all-consuming caress.

Dazed and terrified, Song苔 stared at Qu Lingyue’s movements, her mind reeling. Her free hand clamped tightly over her mouth, the only way to ensure she wouldn’t make a sound and alert the others in the room.

Faint voices drifted through the air. She could hear the others talking.

“Lingling really does live in the apartment across the hall.”

“Let’s double-check. We finally made it here, what if we’ve got the wrong place?”

The muffled voices buzzed in her ears, piercing through her thoughts without leaving a trace.

All she could feel was Qu Lingyue’s movements.

Wet kisses, like the damp trails of a snail, landed on her palm, wrist, and arm.

Calling them kisses seemed inadequate; Qu Lingyue’s actions were more like gentle bites, her teeth lightly nipping at Song Tai’s skin.

Why does everyone love biting my hand? What kind of strange fetish is this?

Everyone?

Who else had done this to her? The thought struck Song Tai, causing her to freeze.

Before she could unravel the memory, she heard the footsteps of several people leaving. They had likely confirmed Qu Lingyue’s residence across the hall and moved on quickly.

As the door closed, silence returned to the room, and Song Tai’s mind cleared.

She suddenly realized why she had been hiding—this was her home.

Those people were after Qu Lingyue, not her.

She could have openly refused them entry from the start and called security to escort them away, instead of hiding behind the door with Qu Lingyue, constantly risking discovery like they were having a secret affair…

Song Tai took a deep breath, realizing she hadn’t been thinking clearly these past few days. “Let go of me.”

Qu Lingyue immediately released her hand. “I’m sorry.”

That again.

Song Tai looked up at her.

Now that the tense situation had passed, Qu Lingyue seemed to have reverted to her usual self, her expression cold and composed.

Yet just moments ago, she had been the one urgently biting Song Tai’s finger.

But in an instant, she could regain her composure, as if she had two faces.

A hypocrite.

Song Tai scoffed inwardly and straightened her posture.

Her body had been so tense from the earlier panic that only now, as she finally relaxed, did she notice the aching stiffness in her knees and calves.

“We should call the police first.”

She shook her hand with a hint of disgust, her fingers still damp with Qu Lingyue’s saliva. How strange.

She needed to wash her hands.

The company had already reported these extremist fans to the police once before.

Now, with a second report, they needed to give statements and provide the video automatically recorded by the electronic peephole when it detected a figure earlier.

Song Tai saw the manager from their previous meeting approach. The moment the manager saw her, she said, “It’s you.”

Song Tai felt a bit awkward, remembering their last conversation with Chen Ling hadn’t gone very well.

However, the manager didn’t seem to mind and was used to such situations. She had often stepped in to handle the aftermath of Qu Lingyue’s romantic troubles.

“Are you both alright?” she asked.

She added, “Song Tai, you weren’t too frightened, were you?”

Song Tai shook her head.

The manager nodded and said nothing more.

She habitually observed the two women’s subtle gestures.

Qu Lingyue gently squeezed Song Tai’s hand.

Song Tai initially didn’t resist, but when she noticed the manager watching, she immediately pulled her hand away.

Has Qu Lingyue still not managed to win her over? the manager wondered, finding it rather peculiar.

A hint of schadenfreude flickered in her heart. She had lost count of how many times she’d had to clean up Qu Lingyue’s romantic messes. Now, it was finally Qu Lingyue’s turn to suffer—ha ha!

She had intended to offer a few words of caution, warning them that this was the most aggressive attack by the extremist fans yet, and they shouldn’t underestimate the situation like before.

Qu Lingyue’s expression remained indifferent, showing no interest in further conversation.

The manager had no idea what kind of mood this diva was in today.

Fine, do whatever you want.

Song Tai felt a bit awkward, but she was surprised when the manager suddenly gave her an encouraging smile.

Song Tai: ?

The two women left first, while the manager stayed behind to handle the remaining matters.

Now that they had been tracked down, they couldn’t stay at their current residence any longer.

Qu Lingyue needed to gather her essential documents and find a new place to live.

Due to the sudden rush, Qu Lingyue hadn’t driven, so they had to take a taxi home.

As the car pulled up to the residential complex’s entrance and they stepped out, Song Tai still felt shaken from the earlier incident. She unconsciously touched her knee.

“Does your leg hurt?” Qu Lingyue asked.

It wasn’t exactly pain, but her leg muscles felt stiff and uncomfortable from being tense for so long.

They were still some distance from their building. Qu Lingyue stopped and turned, gesturing for Song Tai to climb onto her back. “Get on.”

“No,” Song Tai refused. She wasn’t unable to walk.

Besides, there were plenty of people around, and it was broad daylight. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself.

But Qu Lingyue insisted, “It’s my fault.”

“Of course it’s your fault,” Song Tai retorted.

This whole situation was Qu Lingyue’s fault. If Qu Lingyue hadn’t deliberately grabbed her hand, her legs wouldn’t be trembling now.

In such a tense situation, Qu Lingyue still had the audacity to do something like that.

Was she really not afraid of being discovered by those fans?

Song Tai was terrified.

Qu Lingyue gazed at her calmly, her eyes betraying no emotion. Yet, for some reason, this reminded Song Tai of how Qu Lingyue had looked at her earlier, behind that narrow door.

Song Tai relented. “Fine, fine. Just carry me on your back.”

She slowly climbed onto Qu Lingyue’s back, then suddenly remembered. “You need to wear a mask. We can’t risk being photographed again.”

She had previously thought their neighborhood was relatively safe, but now she wasn’t so sure. What if someone else took pictures?

She recalled how Qu Lingyue had deliberately rolled down the car window last time she drove Song Tai home, allowing herself to be photographed.

“I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Before facing those extreme fans, she hadn’t thought much of it. But after today’s ordeal, she felt a lingering fear.

Qu Lingyue hummed in acknowledgment, clearly unwilling to dwell on the previous incident. “Hold on tight,” she said.

Song Tai immediately wrapped her arms around Qu Lingyue.

Qu Lingyue steadily hoisted her onto her back.

Song Tai was surprised.

Song Tai hadn’t expected Qu Lingyue to be so strong.

But upon reflection, it made sense.

The Umbrella Fungus Band was quite popular now, but before they gained fame, Song Tai remembered them being no different from any other band. They had to figure out how to transport their instruments to every gig themselves.

Other instruments were manageable—small and relatively easy to carry—but Qu Lingyue was a drummer.

Song Tai thought about the size of a drum kit and suddenly blurted out, “Can I touch your arm?”

“Sure,” Qu Lingyue replied without hesitation.

Song Tai was slightly annoyed. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”

Qu Lingyue immediately corrected herself. “Why?”

“I just want to see if you have any muscles,” Song Tai said.

Qu Lingyue hummed in acknowledgment.

Song Tai leaned against Qu Lingyue’s shoulder, her fingers tracing the contours of her upper arm, trying to feel for muscle definition. But before she could discern anything, she froze.

A familiar scent drifted to her nose—a faint, plant-like fragrance that swirled around her.

It was exactly the same scent she had smelled on Qu Chunjun before.